No, I am not asking you,
no, no, I am not asking you,
to spill even more
some kind of light without shadow,
perfect light.
(…)
I want you in the darkness.
In it, your truth
has more depth and goodness,
than having it wide open.
You are more intimate. I love you
in solitude
with my living chest,
you are in my blood,
flowing through my veins
in the intoxication of the blind...
(Vincente Gaos /1919–1980/, excerpt from the poem Dios mío
in the translation by Josef Hrdlička)