César Vallejo (Poesia)

“There are desires to return, to love, to not disappear,
and there are desires to die, fought by two
opposing waters that have never isthmused.”

“Intellectuals are rebels, not revolutionaries.”
― César Vallejo

“There are desires to return, to love, to not disappear,
and there are desires to die, fought by two
opposing waters that have never isthmused.”
― César Vallejo, The Complete Poetry

“The arts (painting, poetry, etc.) are not just these. Eating, drinking, walking are also arts; every act is an art.”
― César Vallejo

“Aviation in air, in water and in spirit. Its laws are different in all three cases. The spirit soars the more it weighs and sinks into itself. The heavier the spirit, the higher and farther it flies.”
― César Vallejo

“The pure and poorly adapted one who crashed against the world of fakes and cheats.”
― César Vallejo

“Mechanics is a means or discipline for the realization of life, but not life itself. It ought to carry us to life itself.”
― César Vallejo

“This afternoon it rains as never before; and I
don’t feel like staying alive, heart. This afternoon is pleasant. Why shouldn’t it be?
It is wearing grace and pain; it is dressed like a woman.”
― César Vallejo

“Oh always, never to find the never of so much always.”
― César Vallejo

“and this passion, like bad kerosene, barely burns.”
― César Vallejo

“Absurdity, only you are pure.”
― César Vallejo

“I don't know who this woman could be to this sick man, who kisses him and cannot heal him with her kiss, who looks at him and cannot heal him with her eyes, who talks to him and cannot heal him with her word. Is she his mother? And why, then, can't she heal him? Is she his lover? And why, then, can't she heal him? Is she his sister? And why, then, can't she heal him? Is she, simply, a woman? And why, then, can't she heal him? For this woman has kissed him, has watched over him, has talked to him and has even carefully covered the sick man's neck and - what is truly astonishing! - she has not healed him.”
― César Vallejo

“Well, on the day I was born God was sick, gravely.”
― César Vallejo

Poesia is a word in Italian, Catalan, Occitan and Portuguese meaning "poetry". Its Spanish and Galician equivalent is spelled poesía.