“Por una mirada, un mundo; por una sonrisa, un cielo; por un beso… ¡Yo no sé qué te diera por un beso!” (For a glance, a world; for a smile, a sky; for a kiss… I don’t know what I’d give for a kiss!) Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, Rima XXIII

Sonnet 147

My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease,Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,Hath left me, and I desperate now approveDesire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I… Read More Sonnet 147