To the Bridge of Love
To the bridge of love,
old stone between high cliffs
eternal meeting place, red dusk,
I come with my heart.
My beloved is only water,
which is always flowing,
and doesn't deceive,
which is always flowing,
and doesn't change,
which is always flowing,
and doesn't end.
- Love Poem
by Juan Ramon Jimenez
I have a feeling that my boat has struck,
down there in the depths, against a great thing.
And nothing happens! Nothing ... Silence ... Waves.
Nothing happens? Or Has everything Happened
and we are standing now, quietly, in the new life?
- Juan Ramon Jimenez
ROMANTIC
