— Katherine Mansfield, from The Collected Letters
Perder la mirada, distraídamente,
Perderla, y que nunca la vuelva a encontrar;
Y, figura erguida, entre cielo y playa,
Sentirme el olvido perenne del mar.
— Dolor, Alfonsina Storni
…but, in time, I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you; and then your looks and movements will have more vivacity and variety than they dare offer now. I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close-set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is here; where it but free, it would soar cloud high.
-Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë
— “Instrucciones para llorar”, Julio Cortázar