“You appeared, Anuari, when I, with my blind eyes and tended hands, sought you out.

“You appeared, and there was a burst of life in my soul; All my inner flowers opened and sang the bird of festive days.

“Now you are mío, like the water that darkens between your fingers, like the shadows that loom large with the day; You are not worried that I will always lose you.

“I love your eyes that give me your plants with the languidness of the sunset. I love them because they shine through my pupils, like the light of crystals, and they recreate contemplating my soul.

“I see in them the key of my secret longing, the source of my spiritual delirium.

“Anuarí, the embers of your gaze have consecrated me as a woman.

“In the stillness of the night, and with our hands together, I give you my soul.”

— from Teresa Wilms Montt’s, “Inquietudes Sentimentales”, 1917

Source: Sociedad Literaria Nº 13 & Underground