Quotes from César Vallejo

Yo nací un día que Dios estuvo enfermo, grave...

Intellectuals are rebels, not revolutionaries.

There are desires to return, to love, to not disappear, and there are desires to die, fought by two opposing waters that have never isthmused.

Aviation in air, in water and in spirit. Its laws are different in all three cases. The spirit soars the more it weighs and sinks into itself. The heavier the spirit, the higher and farther it flies.

The arts (painting, poetry, etc.) are not just these. Eating, drinking, walking are also arts; every act is an art.

Absurdity, only you are pure.

The pure and poorly adapted one who crashed against the world of fakes and cheats.

Oh always, never to find the never of so much always.

Mechanics is a means or discipline for the realization of life, but not life itself. It ought to carry us to life itself.

Quisiera hoy ser feliz de buena gana

Agile Soffits: Sacred Defoliacity" Moon! Crown of an immense head, which you keep shedding in golden shadows! Red crown of a Jesus who thinks tragically sweet of emeralds! Moon! Maddened celestial heart —why are you rowing like this, inside the cup full of blue wine, toward the west, such a defeated and aching stern? Moon! And by flying off in vain, you holocaust into scattered opals: perhaps you are my gypsy heart wandering the blue weeping verses!

man is, truly, an animal, / and yet, on turning round, he hits me in the head with his sadness

and this passion, like bad kerosene, barely burns.

Llegue hasta la pared de enfrente de la vida. Y me parece que he tenido siempre a la mano esta pared.

Remain in the eternal nebula, there, in the polyessence of a sweet nonbeing.

Hacedores de imágenes, devolved la palabra a los hombres!

Moon! Maddened celestial heart -why are you rowing like this, inside the cup full of blue wine, toward the west, such a defeated and aching stern? Moon! And by flying off in vain, you holocaust into scattered opals: perhaps you are my gypsy heart wandering the blue weeping verses! from "Agile Soffits

Murió mi eternidad y estoy velándola.

No te hagas la que está durmiendo, recuerda de tu trovador; que yo ya comprendo... comprendo la humana ecuación de tu amor.

Hay soledad en el hogar sin bulla, sin noticias, sin verde, sin niñez.

This afternoon it rains as never before; and I don't feel like staying alive, heart. This afternoon is pleasant. Why shouldn't it be? It is wearing grace and pain; it is dressed like a woman.

Well, on the day I was born God was sick, gravely.

Ruben Dario has said that the sorrow of the gods lies in not reaching death. As for men, if from the moment they are conscious, they could be sure of reaching death, they could be happy forever, But unfortunately, men are never sure of dying: they feel an obscure desire and a yearning to die but they always doubt that they will die. The sorrow of men, we declare, lies in never being certain of death.

Quién comprará, en los días perecederos, ásperos, un pedacito de café con leche, y quién, sin ella, bajará a su rastro hasta dar luz?