You who grew up through the pavement
with butterflies in your stomach
skyscrape in your eyelids
fingers lost for words
find comfort in this:
The city is alive
(if the light is dim
if the light is defused
put this little light to use)
Your bodyHurts me as the world hurts God- "Fever 103'", Ariel, by Silvia Plath
"I'll come every day if tha' wants me,
rainor shine," he answered stoutly. "It's the best fun I ever had in my life—shut in here an' wakenin' up a garden."
- The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
Quisiera volverme hiedra,
y enredarme en tu cintura.
- Carmen Paris, Savia nueva