Quotes by : Cecilia Llompart

Consider, O Lord, how You sit atop the sky;like a man in a glass bottom boat.Consider sky elsewhere;....

If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine.

That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand.

If the sun rolled back like an eye,it would see the mind of God.

Consider my Lover; the yellow churchof his skin, the clean wells of his ears;How the notes of a song....

There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition....

I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith....

Prayer is a many fingeredand kaleidoscopic thing—it foldsand unfolds inside of you. It entersthe many....

Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a....

Consider the road, long and forkedas the Devil’s own tongue.Consider the Devil, burningevery bridge;....