To know of love, to learn it, being alone is necessary. And it is necessary in four hundred nights — with four hundred different bodies — to have made love. That their mysteries, as the poet said, are of the soul, but a body is the book in which they are read. — Jaime Gil de Biedma, Pandemic and celestial This article has several mothers. On one hand, the muses come from the generation of the 50, poets who are always in my head, and from other e…
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To know of love, to learn it, being alone is necessary. And it is necessary in four hundred nights — with four hundred different bodies — to have made love. That their mysteries, as the poet said, are of the soul, but a body is the book in which they are read. — Jaime Gil de Biedma, Pandemic and celestial This article has several mothers. On one hand, the muses come from the generation of the 50, poets who are always in my head, and from other e…