it's a quote from a famous spanish play,
La Dama del Alba (
Lady of the Dawn), by Alejandro Casona.
not only does it serve as a reminder of my childhood, but it's also one line in the play that stuck out to me greatly. i blew through the play two years ago in spanish class and dont remember any word for word, but that line has stuck with me. maybe it's because it seemed to be completely random in context, or maybe it's because it's such an interesting though. not quite sure, but it has been a recurring theme in my life and one that i now embrace and value.
it is also said by the grandfather in the play, about a woman who is the physical personification of Death. at the time he said it he did not know that the woman was actually Death in disguise, and the entire family in the play is initially distracted by how beautiful the woman that Death uses as a disguise looks....
take that however you want to but I know what I think about it and it's very relevant in my life.
