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A song for the deaf

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A friend and I were discussing how productive is to post not much more than a few words and a song I like, either represented by a video or by the lyrics.

Well... we will see...

Oda al Gato

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I wanted to say nothing today... I felt warm and comfortable in my bed, until one of my cats left the bed... Only then could I wake up and thank them...

Originally posted by Pablo Neruda:



ODA AL GATO

Los animales fueron
imperfectos,
largos de cola, tristes
de cabeza.
Poco a poco se fueron
componiendo,
haciéndose paisaje,
adquiriendo lunares, gracia, vuelo.
El gato,
sólo el gato
apareció completo
y orgulloso:
nació completamente terminado,
camina solo y sabe lo que quiere.

El hombre quiere ser pescado y pájaro,
la serpiente quisiera tener alas,
el perro es un león desorientado,
el ingeniero quiere ser poeta,
la mosca estudia para golondrina,
el poeta trata de imitar la mosca,
pero el gato
quiere ser sólo gato
y todo gato es gato
desde bigote a cola,
desde presentimiento a rata viva,
desde la noche hasta sus ojos de oro.

No hay unidad
como él,
no tienen
la luna ni la flor
tal contextura:
es una sola cosa
como el sol o el topacio,
y la elástica línea en su contorno
firme y sutil es como
la línea de la proa de una nave.
Sus ojos amarillos
dejaron una sola
ranura
para echar las monedas de la noche.

Oh pequeño
emperador sin orbe,
conquistador sin patria,
mínimo tigre de salón, nupcial
sultán del cielo
de las tejas eróticas,
el viento del amor
en la intemperie
reclamas
cuando pasas
y posas
cuatro pies delicados
en el suelo,
oliendo,
desconfiando
de todo lo terrestre,
porque todo
es inmundo
para el inmaculado pie del gato.

Oh fiera independiente
de la casa, arrogante
vestigio de la noche,
perezoso, gimnástico
y ajeno,
profundísimo gato,
policía secreta
de las habitaciones,
insignia
de un
desaparecido terciopelo,
seguramente no hay
enigma
en tu manera,
tal vez no eres misterio,
todo el mundo te sabe y perteneces
al habitante menos misterioso,
tal vez todos lo creen,
todos se creen dueños,
propietarios, tíos
de gatos, compañeros,
colegas,
discípulos o amigos
de su gato.

Yo no.
Yo no suscribo.
Yo no conozco al gato.
Todo lo sé, la vida y su archipiélago,
el mar y la ciudad incalculable,
la botánica,
el gineceo con sus extravíos,
el por y el menos de la matemática,
los embudos volcánicos del mundo,
la cáscara irreal del cocodrilo,
la bondad ignorada del bombero,
el atavismo azul del sacerdote,
pero no puedo descifrar un gato.
Mi razón resbaló en su indiferencia,
sus ojos tienen números de oro.



La presente Antología de Pablo Neruda es publicada con fines de difusión y estudio de la obra del Poeta y está prohibida su
reproducción con fines comerciales o de uso público. Todos los derechos pertenecen a la Fundación Pablo Neruda.




Originally posted by Pablo Neruda:


Ode to the cat

The animals
were imperfect,
long-tailed, dismal
in the head.
Little by little
they composed themselves,
becoming a landscape,
gaining spots, grace, flight.
The cat,
only the cat,
appeared complete
and proud:
born completely
finished,
it walks alone and knows what it wants.

Man wants to be a fish and a bird,
the snake would rather have wings,
the dog is a lost lion,
the engineer wants to be a poet,
the fly studies the swallow,
the poet tries to imitate the fly,
but the cat
wants only to be cat,
and every cat is cat
from whiskers to tail,
from hunches to live rat,
from night to its yellow eyes.

There’s no entity
like it,
neither moon nor flower
has its construction:
it’s a solitary thing
like the sun or a topaz,
and the supple line
of its contour,
firm and delicate, is like
the prow line of a ship.
Its yellow eyes
leave only
a crack
to stuff the coins of the night.

O little
emperor without globe,
conqueror without country,
tiny tiger of the living room, sultan
groom of a sky
of erotic tiles,
the wind of love
in the open air
you demand
when you pass
and pose, placing
four delicate feet
on the floor,
sniffing,
doubting
every earthly thing,
since everything
is filthy
for the cat’s immaculate feet.

O independent beast of the home,
arrogant remnant of night,
lazy, gymnastic
and alien,
most profound cat,
secret police
of dwellings,
emblem
of a lost velvet,
there’s probably no
enigma
to your manner,
perhaps you’re not mysterious,
the entire world knows you and you belong
to the least mysterious inhabitant,
perhaps everyone believes he’s the master,
owner, uncle
of the cat, companion,
colleague,
disciple or friend
of the cat.

I no.
I don’t buy it.
I don’t know the cat.
I know everything, life and its archipelago,
the sea and the unfathomable city,
botany,
the harem and its excess,
virtues and flaws of mathematics,
the world’s volcanic veins,
the unreal carapace of crocodiles,
the hidden goodness of firemen,
the blue atavism of priests,
but I cannot figure out the cat.
My reasoning slips before its indifference,
its eyes with their golden numbers.

Pablo Neruda

© Translated from the Spanish by Linh Dinh

Hacer un poema era planear un crimen perfecto

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Sí. Ya sé.

Ya sé que lo que os gustaría es una Obra Maestra.

Pero no la tendréis.

De mí no la tendréis.




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Projects

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I'm working now in some projects that have been keeping me very busy. The two most important are a controlling software for mobile phones using AT commands. I'm planning to use python for this project, and maybe for the other one too. The second project it's easier: simplifying calculations for most of the basic formulas in finance management (calculating interest rates, present and future values of money, etc).

The first project it's one of the most complicated I have started, so I think about start applying some of the extreme programming disciplines (but I'm not an expert at all). I'm just starting to reading the characteristics of the problem, but will be posting my progress here.

For the second project I thought about applying some those "tenets" from the Gancarsz book, The Linux and Unix Philosophy, specially the "Small is beautiful" one. It's going to be a perfect first excercise for learning python.


First Update 6.5.2006: I'm a little behind schedule P: Well... ok, ok, not "a little". WAY behind schedule. I realized the first project is not very difficult, but has a lot of little details that have been keeping me busy for a lot of time. I noticed that one of my main weak points is that I lack of that capacity for designing the system and keeping the structure. I have changed twice the main design, the first time because the original design had a terrible flaw with the communications logic. The second time because my classmates told me that the teacher (who is a VB fan) likes those fancy but useless GUI, yet all the program is designed to work as a command line program. I hope I find a way to communicate the programs via stdIO, creating the GUI with Visual Basic; Tkinter has not a very nice appeareance.

The second project has been declared completely stalled. Unfortunately my time has been reduced and my sparetime is not enough for that.... I will continue after all classes are finished.

I'm also beginning to understand why building a prototype as soon as possible is very important! There is nothing good in analysis paralysis.

Un pequeño recordatorio...

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... a la canción que inspiró la creación de este blog.

Hace rato que la tenía fuera de mi cabeza, pero últimamente me ha llegado mucho. De nuevo.


Weak and Powerless - A Perfect Circle


Tilling my own grave to keep me level...
Jam another dragon down the hole...
Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren...
one that pushes me along, and leaves me so...
desperate and ravenous...
I'm so Weak and powerless over you...

Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of china...
White as Dracula as I approach the bottom...
so desperate and ravenous.
I'm so Weak and powerless over you...

Little angel, go away...
Come again some other day...
Devil has my ear today...
I'll never hear a word you say...
He Promised I would find a little solace and some peace of mind...
Whatever. just as long as I don't feel so desperate and ravenous.

I'm so Weak and powerless over you...


::Ver::
__Escuchar__

El ___

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      Veo en mis estudios el ___.
      

      Lo veo en un constante ir y venir,
      

      otorgar y recibir,
      

      está, y nadie lo nota.
      

      

      Lo veo en mi familia,
      

      con mis amigos en el bar,
      

      en los momentos de cansancio y desespero.
      

      Pero el ___ sigue ahí,                   inamovible.
      

      

      Pero lo que veo no es el ___.
      

      Es una representación de él.
      

      Siempre lo es.
      

      Veo lo que
      quiero
      ver.
      

      Pero no hay mayor maldición que el deseo.
      

      No hay peor miseria que el descontento.
      

      No hay peor enfermedad que la codicia.
      

      

      ¿Y entonces qué estoy viendo si no es ___?
      

      Sueño a veces que estoy en el camino correcto,
      

      pero no es así.
      

      Nunca encontraré a ___,
      

      pero sigo buscando
      

      y al buscar me equivoco,
      

      porque cuando está, no es.
      

      

      Dejaré entonces de buscar.
      

      Quizá así,
      

      ya sin esperanzas,
      

      algún día me halle.
      

    

Concierto

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Moby Ticket

¡Y hasta que al fin!

Estoy sin palabras... me siento felíz el día de hoy.

Lástima que voy solo, pero ya no me importa... de hecho nunca debió haberme importado.
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