Pity for him who one day looks uponhis inward sphinx and questions it. He is lost.
The tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient; the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing: there is no pain as great as being alive, … - Ruben Dario
The tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient; the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing: there is no pain as great as being alive, …
- Ruben Dario
Poetry will exist as long as there is a problem of life and death - Ruben Dario
Poetry will exist as long as there is a problem of life and death
The America of Moctezuma and Atahualpa,the aromatic America of Columbus,Catholic America, Spanish America,the America where noble Cuauhtémoc said: "I… - Ruben Dario
The America of Moctezuma and Atahualpa,the aromatic America of Columbus,Catholic America, Spanish America,the America where noble Cuauhtémoc said: "I…
Pity for him who one day looks uponhis inward sphinx and questions it. He is lost. - Ruben Dario
Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring! - Ruben Dario
Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring!
You are a Universe of Universes And your Soul a source of Songs. - Ruben Dario
You are a Universe of Universes And your Soul a source of Songs.
I seek a form that my style cannot discover,a bud of thought that wants to be a rose. - Ruben Dario
I seek a form that my style cannot discover,a bud of thought that wants to be a rose.
The treacheries of ambition never cease. - Ruben Dario
The treacheries of ambition never cease.
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