Quotes About Mystery

She did not speak for speech was unknown to her.

I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces of the daybreak in my breast.

Under your skin the moon is alive.

But you, cloudless girl, question of smoke, corn tassel. You were what the wind was making with illuminated leaves. Behind the nocturnal mountains, white lily of conflagration, ah, I can say nothing!  You were made of everything.

Dónde van las cosas del sueño? Se van al sueño de otros?

Hay una estrella mas abierta que la palabra 'amapola'? Is there a star more wide open than the word 'poppy?

You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

And I, tiny being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss.

Te amo sin saber como, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: asi te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera

Por que en las epocas oscuras se escribe con tinta invisible? Why in the darkest ages do they write with invisible ink?

The street heaves and winds, burns and bumps, but behind the glass the locksmith, the old curator of timepieces, stands motionless with a single protruding eye, one amazing eye which peers into the mystery, the secret hearts of clocks, and looks deeply in until the elusive butterfly of time in its measure is trapped in his forehead and the wings of the watch beat. -from To Don Asterio Alarcón, Clocksmith of Valparaíso

I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself the light of flowers. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. Because of you, the dense fragrance that rises from the earth lives in my body, rioting with hunger for the eternity of our victorious kisses.

Long deep lines, chapters carved in his face by age, question marks, mysterious tales, asterisks, all that the sirens had forgot in the far-reaching solitude of his soul, all that fell from the starry sky, was traced in his face.

Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta A quién le pregunto ahora?

Under your ski the moon is alive.

I loved you without knowing that I love you; I tried to think about you.

Y yo, mínimo ser, ebrio del gran vacío constelado, a semejanza, a imagen del misterio, me sentí parte pura del abismo, rodé con las estrellas, mi corazón se desató en el viento.

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz or the arrow of the carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved. In secret, between the shadow and the soul.

T'amo senza sapere come, né quando, né da dove, t'amo direttamente senza problemi né orgoglio: così ti amo perché non so amare altrimenti

Pulpos Oh pulpo, oh monje encarnizado la vibracion de tu atavio circula en la sal de la roca como un satanico desliz. Oh testimonio visceral, ramo de rayos congelados, cabeza de una monarquia de brazos y presentimientos: retrato del escalofrio, nube plural de lluvia negra.

En torno a mí estoy viendo tu cintura de niebla y tu silencio acosa mis horas perseguidas, y eres tú con tus brazos de piedra transparente donde mis besos anclan y mi húmeda ansia anida

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?