Y se muy bien que no estarás, ni aquí dentro de la cárcel donde te retengo, ni allí afuera, en ese río de calles y de puentes. No estarás para nada, no serás mi recuerdo y cuando piense en ti, pensaré un pensamiento, que oscuramente, trata de acordarse de ti.
I believe that love that’s true and real creates a respite from death; All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well which is the same thing, and when the man is brave and true who looks death square in the face like Belmonte who is truly brave… it is because they love with sufficient passion to push death out of their minds, until it returns as it does with all men. Then you must make really good love again. Think about it.