mientras haya unos ojos que reflejan
los ojos que los miran;
mientras responda el labio suspirando
al labio que suspira;

mientras sentirse puedan en el beso
dos almas confudidas;
mientras exista una mujer hermosa,
habra poesia!

gustavo adolfo becquer : rima IV

i remember stumbling upon this portion of the poem in one of my random searches on the internet and i read it thinking, hmm, this sounds so familiar. ap spanish IV. there was a reason i didn't remember, i never did any profound homework; either it was bullshitted or copied. and then when i find spanish literature and marvel at its excellence and simplistic beauty i slap myself, angry that i didn't take advantage of actually learning some of the language.

why is it that some things sound better in one language but stupid in another? you know what would be so damn sexy - if my boyfriend knew how to seduce me in like three languages and say different things every time. boy, the moment i find him, granted he has a brain and is decent looking, i won't let go. yeah, but that won't happen in a million years. another example of my ludicrous high expectations that will never be met. how sad. hmmm.