donde lo que carece de temblor no es sólido…
donde lo que carece de temblor no es sólido…
My most beautiful hiding places, places that best fit my soul’s deepest colors, are made of all that others forgot. They are solitary sites hollowed out in the grass’s caress, in a shadow of wings, in a passing song; regions whose limits swirl with the ghostly carriages that transport the mist in the dawn, and…
How sweet the silver Moon’s pale ray, Falls trembling on the distant bay, O’er which the breezes sigh no more, Nor billows lash the sounding shore. Say, do the eyes of those I love, Behold thee as thou soar’st above, Lonely, majestic and serene, The calm and placid evening’s Queen? Say, if upon thy peaceful…
I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing they have in peace.
Federico García Lorca
The tomb asked of the rose: “What dost thou with the tears, which dawn Sheds on thee every summer morn, Thou sweetest flower that blows?” The rose asked of the tomb: “What dost thou with the treasures rare, Thou hidest deep from light and air, Until the day of doom?” The rose said: “Home of…
Drink my soul, as if with a straw I know it’s bitter, intoxicating taste. I won’t disturb the torment with pleading, Oh, for weeks now I’ve been at peace. Tell me, when you’re done. No sadness, That my soul’s no more of this world. I’ll walk down that road nearby And see how children play….
Fears The sensation of being the only guest in a grand hotel on the outskirts of the city —and hearing the somnambulistic elevator and a scream— or being in an empty theater or in a lonely plaza of a lonely unknown city weighed down with suitcases and no money surrounded by escaped doves from…
Patience and I have traveled hand in hand
So many days that I have grown to trace
The lines of sad, sweet beauty in her face,
And all its veiled depths to understand.
Those who realize their folly are not true fools.
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered! I came up twice and cried! If that water hadn’t a-been so cold I might’ve sunk and died. But it was Cold in that water!…
Do not ask me to remember, Don’t try to make me understand, Let me rest and know you’re with me, Kiss my cheek and hold my hand. I’m confused beyond your concept, I am sad and sick and lost. All I know is that I need you To be with me at all cost….
Babels of blocks to the high heavens towering Flames of futility swirling below; Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flowering, Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow. Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers, Cobwebs of cable to nameless things spun; Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers Streams of live foetor that rots in the sun….
When You are Old William Butler Yeats, 1865-1939 When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved […]…
I love Master Meng. Free as a flowing breeze, He is famous Throughout the world. In rosy youth, he cast away Official cap and carriage. Now, a white-haired elder, he reclines Amid pines and cloud. Drunk beneath the moon, He often attains sagehood. Lost among the flowers, He serves no lord. How can I aspire…
Once, when I was young and true, Someone left me sad- Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse. By Dorothy Parker
Clouds will separate us — the time to part has come now. Wild goose flies away… By Matsuo Basho
The spring wind comes from the east and quickly passes, Leaving faint ripples in the wine of the golden bowl. The flowers fall, flake after flake, myriads together. You, pretty girl, wine-flushed, Your rosy face is rosier still. How long may the peach and plum trees flower By the green-painted house? The fleeting light deceives…
Where wee are drest for tyme’s short comedy:
The earth’s the stage, heaven the spectator is…
I take my wine jug out among the flowers to drink alone, without friends. I raise my cup to entice the moon. That, and my shadow, makes us three. But the moon doesn’t drink, and my shadow silently follows. I will travel with moon and shadow, happy to the end of spring. When I sing,…
Dicen que los sentimientos nunca mueren, que se deslizan, se esconden y a veces se arrastran, pero no desaparecen. Dicen que la vida es dulce cuando se dobla sin romperse, cuando fluye dentro y fuera de tí, y lo bello está cercano para siempre. Recuerdo que fui una luz que se apagaba, entonces, noté acercarse…
SENTÉMONOS a la mesa yo brindo el mantel de lino y tú la mano y la flor brindo el pan y tú los ojos y las ramas propongo el brillo del vino el recuerdo que porto y tú como el mar la arena y los peces tendrá la mesa tu camino. Tú cortarás el pan…
What is Life? Resembles Life what once was held of Light, Too ample in itself for human sight? An absolute Self an element ungrounded All, that we see, all colours of all shade By encroach of darkness made? Is very life by consciousness unbounded? And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath, A…
Come with me, I said, and no one knew where, or how my pain throbbed, no carnations or barcaroles for me, only a wound that love had opened.
If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn. If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world.
Whether forty thousand children succumb every day in the purgatory of hunger and thirst whether the torture of poor bodies debases one by one to the souls
Si a uno le dan palos de ciego la única respuesta eficaz es dar palos de vidente. Mario Benedetti
I am twenty-four led to slaughter I survived.
Earth in beauty dressed Awaits returning spring. All true love must die,
Hope is a strange invention A Patent of the Heart In unremitting action Yet never wearing out
And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to Blossom. by Anaïs Nin
Todos sabemos que nada ni nadie habrá de ahorrarnos el final Sin embargo hay que vivir como si fuéramos inmortales Sabemos que los caballos y los perros tienen las patas sobre la tierra Pero no es descartable que en una nochebuena se lancen a volar
But then there comes that moment rare When, for no cause that I can find, The little voices of the air Sound above all the sea and wind.
Mirrors are not more silent Nor the creeping dawn more secretive; In the moonlight, you are that panther
5/4/2016 “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” – Anaïs Nin Photographer Unknown via We Are — Eyes + Words
Time does go on I tell it gay to those who suffer now They shall survive There is a sun They don’t believe it now by Emily Dickinson
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3/30/2016 “All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.” – Chuck Palahniuk Photographer Unknown
One man on his own can be quite good fun But don’t go drinking with two – They’ll probably have an argument And take no notice of you.
De Rosario Curiel Somos memoria. Somos recuerdos de lo poco que pesa nuestro paso a ras de suelo, del peso de las culpas antiguas, del horror de las acusaciones, del lastre de la llave de los días.