Pocos

Estaba en mi carácter evitar la multitud para atarme apasionadamente a pocos.

Mary Shelley

Proserpine

I will away, and on the highest top

Of snowy Etna, kindle two clear flames.

Night shall not hide her from my anxious search,

No moment will I rest, or sleep, or pause

Till she returns, until I clasp again

My only loved one, my lost Proserpine.

Mary Shelley, Proserpine

Pint: Gabriel Rossetti

Proserpine, 1874

Dido's Lament

Dido et Eneas, Henry Purcell

Rosa Zaragoza