In this second and unusually hot fortnight of the month of June I review some writers that were born in it. And I select one series of phrases Of his works.

13 June

1865. William Butler Yeats, Irish writer, Nobel laureate in 1923.

This London melancholy. Sometimes I imagine that the souls of the lost are forced to walk its streets perpetually.

1910. Gonzalo torrent Crossbow, author of works as relevant as The joys and the shadows.

«I don't want you to be happy with you. No one is happy, and we will never be happy, neither together nor apart. It is not about that ... Since you have to suffer, it is better to suffer with someone and console yourself in company. You can't be good alone either. 

15 June

1763. Issa Kobayashi, (Yataro), Japanese writer famous as the author of haiku, traditional Japanese poetry.

If you are not there,
too huge
it would be the forest

19 June

1947. Salman Rushdie. Satanic verses

"Something was wrong with the spiritual life of the planet ... Too many demons within people who claimed to believe in God."

21 June

1905. Jeans-Paul Sartre

"You are not a writer because you have chosen to say certain things, but because of the way they are said."

1935. Françoise History, French narrator and playwright, creator of the play Good morning sadness.

«You get a somewhat simplistic idea of ​​love. It does not consist of a series of independent sensations ... I thought that was how all my loves had been. A sudden emotion before a face, a gesture, a kiss ... Full moments, without coherence, that was what all my memory was reduced to. It is something else… A constant affection, sweetness, longing… Things that you cannot understand ».

23 June

1889. Anna Akhmatova, Russian poet. His cycle of poems entitled Requiem, in memory of Stalin's victims, including his son Lev, is considered a masterpiece and a poetic tribute to the suffering of the Soviet people under the Stalinist dictatorship.

At dawn they took you
Like a funeral after you my departure,
In the dark bedroom the children wept,
Before the saint was the melted candle.
On your lips the cold of an icon.
Death sweat on my forehead I do not forget.
As the women of Streliezki proclaimed
Beneath the towers of the Kremlin my scream.

24 June

1542. San Juan de la Cross

"In the blissful night, in secret, that nobody saw me, nor did I look at anything, with no other light or guide but the one that burned in the heart."

1911. Ernesto Saturday, Argentine writer.

"It's funny, but living consists of building future memories; Right now, here in front of the sea, I know that I am preparing meticulous memories that will sometime bring me melancholy and despair ».

25 June

1903. George Orwell, pseudonym of Eric Arthur Blair, British writer. His two most representative and famous novels are Rebelion on the farm y 1984.

“In our society, those who know best what is happening are also those who are furthest from seeing the world as it really is. In general, the more they know, the more they deceive themselves; the smarter they are, the less sane they are. "
"The animals outside were looking at a pig and then a man, a man and then a pig and then a pig and then a man, and they could no longer tell which was which."

28 June

1712. Jeans Jacques Rousseau, French writer and philosopher.

"Love letters are written starting without knowing what is going to be said, and ending without knowing what has been said."

1867. Luigi Pirandello, Italian novel, theater and short story writer. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1934. His best-known works include the play Six characters in search of author.

"Women, like dreams, are never as you have imagined."

29 June

1900. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, French writer and aviator, author of such famous works as The Little Prince.

«Here is my secret: only with the heart can one see well. The essential is invisible to the eyes".