Pantheon of Illustrious Women Click here to enter Pantheon: pan·the·on - noun Pronunciation: 'pan(t)-thE-"än, -&n a temple dedicated to all the gods a building serving as the burial place of or containing memorials to the famous dead of a nation the gods of a people; especially : the officially recognized gods a group of illustrious persons   Here they lie... The love that lies in a woman's eyes... and lies and lies and lies...             (Yes, you know who you are.)   Ni contigo ni sin ti tienen mis males remedio; contigo porque me matas y sin ti... porque me muero.

Volverán las oscuras golondrinas en tu balcón sus nidos a colgar, y otra vez con el ala a sus cristales, jugando llamarán; pero aquellas que el vuelo refrenaban tu hermosura y mi dicha al contemplar; aquellas que aprendieron nuestros nombres ésas... ¡no volverán! Volverán las tupidas madreselvas de tu jardín las tapias a escalar, y otra vez a la tarde, aún más hermosas, sus flores abrirán; pero aquellas cuajadas de rocío, cuyas gotas mirábamos temblar y caer, como lágrimas del día..., ésas... ¡no volverán! Volverán del amor en tus oídos las palabras ardientes a sonar; tu corazón, de su profundo sueño tal vez despertará; pero mudo y absorto y de rodillas como se adora a Dios en el altar, como yo te he querido..., desengáñate, ¡así no te querrán! _________________________ Escrito por Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer Tomado del libro "Rimas y leyendas"

The dark swallows will return to build their nests on your balcony and once again will knock playfully with their wings on your windows; but those which slowed their flight upon seeing your loveliness and my happiness, those which learnt our names, those... will not return! The thick honeysuckles will return to climb the walls of your garden, and in the evening once again, will blossom, lovelier than ever. but those ones covered in dew, whose drops we watched tremble and fall, like tears of the dawn... yes, those... they will not return! Impassioned words of love will sound in your ears once again; your heart will awaken, perhaps, from its heavy sleep; but silent and engrossed and kneeling, just as God is adored before the altar, that's how I loved you ... so don't deceive yourself, you will never be loved like that again! _________________________ Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer 1836-1870 Taken from the book "Rhymes and Legends"