Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer – Rhyme XXXVII
Frederick Leighton, Greek girls picking up pebbles by the sea, 1871 A sigh is but air, and melts into air, a tear is but water and to the sea flows. Tell me, woman, when love is forgot, do you know where it goes ? Sono aria i sospiri e vanno via nell’ aria. Sono acqua …