“Wherever there is music, she is too, / in the soft blue of the sky, in Grecian verses, / in the mirror of water that flows from the fountain, / in the marble of time, in a sharpened sword, / in the serenity of an open terrace / that looks upon the gardens and the sunsets. / And behind all the myths and masks: her soul, which is always alone.”
- Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Susana Bombard,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
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