Those who deny the existence of the truth postulate the truth of their denial and plainly contradict themselves.
Antonio MachadoHas my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreamingโ its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence
Antonio MachadoThe truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.
Antonio Machado