Sorry. No english translation, as this text has to be read in spanish.
Les dejo una foto que parece que fuera mía, personal, pero retratada por Jaime Sabines. Una aromática de frutas en su nombre.
Originally posted by Jaime Sabines:
Los amorosos callan. El amor es el silencio más fino, el más tembloroso, el más insoportable. Los amorosos buscan, los amorosos son los que abandonan, son los que cambian, los que olvidan.
Su corazón les dice que nunca han de encontrar, no encuentran, buscan. Los amorosos andan como locos porque están solos, solos, solos, entregándose, dándose a cada rato, llorando porque no salvan al amor.
Les preocupa el amor. Los amorosos viven al día, no pueden hacer más, no saben. Siempre se están yendo, siempre, hacia alguna parte. Esperan, no esperan nada, pero esperan.
Saben que nunca han de encontrar. El amor es la prórroga perpetua, siempre el paso siguiente, el otro, el otro. Los amorosos son los insaciables, los que siempre -¡que bueno!- han de estar solos. Los amorosos son la hidra del cuento.
Tienen serpientes en lugar de brazos. Las venas del cuello se les hinchan también como serpientes para asfixiarlos. Los amorosos no pueden dormir porque si se duermen se los comen los gusanos. En la oscuridad abren los ojos y les cae en ellos el espanto. Encuentran alacranes bajo la sábana y su cama flota como sobre un lago.
Los amorosos son locos, sólo locos, sin Dios y sin diablo. Los amorosos salen de sus cuevas temblorosos, hambrientos, a cazar fantasmas. Se ríen de las gentes que lo saben todo, de las que aman a perpetuidad, verídicamente, de las que creen en el amor como una lámpara de inagotable aceite.
Los amorosos juegan a coger el agua, a tatuar el humo, a no irse. Juegan el largo, el triste juego del amor. Nadie ha de resignarse. Dicen que nadie ha de resignarse. Los amorosos se avergüenzan de toda conformación. Vacíos, pero vacíos de una a otra costilla, la muerte les fermenta detrás de los ojos, y ellos caminan, lloran hasta la madrugada en que trenes y gallos se despiden dolorosamente.
Les llega a veces un olor a tierra recién nacida, a mujeres que duermen con la mano en el sexo, complacidas, a arroyos de agua tierna y a cocinas. Los amorosos se ponen a cantar entre labios una canción no aprendida, y se van llorando, llorando, la hermosa vida.
I could be moved if I were like you: if I could beg to move, then begs would move me. But I'm as steady as the polar star, which is the most fixed star in the sky.
bien podría conmoverme si fuera como tú: Si pudiera rogar para conmover, los ruegos me conmoverían. pero soy tan constante como la estrella polar, de cuya cualidad fija e inmovil.no hay par en el firmamento.
I dedicate this song to you: The great love that never was.
You may have forgotten me. We may have never met. I do not know who you are and very probably never will. Still, I want you to know I love you. I did, I do, I will.
As she walks in the room, Scented and tall, Hesitating once more. And as I take on myself, And the bitterness I felt, Realise that love lost, while White horses, They will take me away, And the tenderness I feel, Will send the dark underneath, Will I follow? Through the glory of life, I'm scattered on the floor, Disappointed and sore. And in my thoughts I have bled, For the riddles I've been fed, Another lie moves over, while White horses, They will take me away, And the tenderness I feel, Will send the dark underneath, Will I follow?
While, white horses, They will take me away, And the tenderness I feel, Will send the dark underneath, Will I follow?
Pero me encantó el mensaje que recibí... Me alegró muchísimo el día... y aprendí, de nuevo, lo hermoso del no-esperar.
Originally posted by http://www.vivirtao.com/:
Mandala
¿Qué hice hoy? Ejercité. Le dije adiós A un amigo que partía. Fui al mercado, comí mis comidas. Fui a caminar. Saqué la basura. Leí un poco. Medité. Dormí. Ese fue mi mandala.
Well... no, it is already quite difficult to determine what a 'step' is, so this is not the next step in the human evolution, but it is actually an idea I gathered from reading different sources... so basically is just focused in this analogy I am building up right now...
If a single-celullar being took millions of years to learn that grouping armoniously with other single-celled organisms was both a huge advantage and a high risk, but that has been worth it; how much time will take us, humans as 'individuals', to realize that competition is counter-productive, and that the next step in our own evolution is to bind ourselves as one being, as our cells did millions of years ago?
Of course, we can work in group, and as a team too, but to be honest, we are behaving more like rats, than like a cohesive group or team: at the first sign of trouble, the rats leave the ship abandoned to ill fortune. A cell cannot do that... to be part of a multi-cellular entity, means that the cell has to have ultimate commitment: If the cell next to me dies, I die as well...............; but we, as humans, just wander around like single-cellular automata, learnt, by force, that competition is the way to go, that the one that has more money/love/friends/success/internal knowledge of itself/whatever adjective or sustantive you want to put here, is the best
I have just realized, I am conciously and deriberately, walking a dangerous path... it is my chance to test my newly aquired 4400 hability of indifference, right, sis?
Well... my time has come... my quarter hour of fame is long gone. An sleeping pill, should do the work... no... let's take 2...
[quote Lorca] La noche quieta siempre. El día va y viene.
La noche muerta y alta. El día con un ala.
La noche sobre espejos y el día bajo vientos. [/quote]
Y recuerdo aquella lejana tarde, ni muy noche, ni muy día, donde el complemento llovió desde nuestras manos sudorosas, recorriendo los cuerpos hasta llegar a la quietud de lo inexplicable, deshaciéndose en círculos altercados e imperfectos.
El día pasó, pero la noche siempre me esperó desde la eternidad, siempre.
P.S. A ver, a ver, ¿quién puede descifrar este gatovillo de tigrecuerdos? Un tarro de Nutella para el/la que lo haga... hehehehe.. sí, lo sé, probablemente el premio quede desierto... Y bue... me comeré yo solo la Nutella
Llueve, y una brisa fresca recorre las calles. Abro el balcón, en espera de un colorido olor a tierra, y las pequeñas gotas de rocío apenas rozan mi piel cuando se desvanecen en el calor de mi cuerpo.
Su fuerza me inunda, el agua me envuelve lentamente, y millones de columnas de luz se levantan ante mis ojos, transmitiendo su chi dentro de mi. Se adaptan, viven, escudriñan y se apoderan de mi espíritu felino, cuando en un momento la oscuridad empieza a vaciarme. Un elenco de puntos me observa desde el espacio, escondidos detrás de una cortina de humo: renovada en las manos del tiempo y el movimiento perenne.
Secuenciales ondas se van ahora apoderando de la circunstancia; la fuerza se queda, pero el agua sigue su camino, indiferente a mí, prefiere el suelo, sucio e inmundo, porque para ella es igual. Un pedacito de ella se queda en mi mente y yo supongo: una gota, hace la diferencia.
It rains, and a fresh stream of air rushes down the streets. I open the balcony, hoping for the return of a colorful smell of earth, and the rain barely touches my skin when it vanishes in the heat of my body.
Its strength floods me, water embraces me slowly, and million of columns of light raise in my eyes, transferring their chi into me. They adapt, live, wander and steal my feline spirit, when at a certain time, darkness starts my own void. A group of points watches the spectacle from the space, hidden behind an smoke curtain: renewed from the hands of time and the prennial movement.
Sequential waves start filling the scene; the strenght remains, but water continues its flow, indifferent to me, prefers the ground, filthy and dirty, because its the same for it. A bit of water remains in my mind and I suppose: one drop, makes the difference.
¿Qué es más precioso que la vida y la libertad? Se vive ¿pero se es libre? ¿Qué es el amor sino una expresión de libertad? Se ama y se apega, pero la vida es inteligente y cobra su precio.
Finally, today, at 7.50, that Death came into my house and took a lovely life out of this miserable world. Now it's time to be happy and learn something.
My crying mother can't stand it for quite long. Sometimes she's fine. The second after a tear drops from her eye into her mouth, trying to escape from the pain.
A year ago a small sign of melanoma was located in our cat Foxy. The process was somehow easygoing, as the first tumor was the size of a pea. Normally that should be OK, but some months after a new one appeared close to where the first one was. A second review was less encouraging. A confirmation of the bad news: Melanoma, a skin cancer normally treated by extirpation. This time the surgeon told us that there was nothing she can do... of course, take it off again, but another one would appear sooner or later. She sent us to a homeopath vet, and there it was... a treatment based in water and some silica... those you can order in those stores. Of course It didn't work. Fortunately, my mom also used transfer factors on the cat, so he had a huge improvement, in his quality of life, but at some point the skin could not take it any more and opened. Supposedly that was the vet's expected reaction, so the body could expell the tumor, but the hole in the skin grew bigger and bigger and while the transfer factor helped the cat to close the wound, at some point it opened again. After months of this, the tumor was so big that it had to be cut off again, this time the size of it was like a tennis ball. Again, the surgeon told us to wait and see... she could not help us anymore.
Last monday the cat was sad, too sad. He suddenly couldn't breath correctly and started to get tired very often. Every care seemed to be a pain for him. Today finally the vet came home to check him. No good, or even hopeful news this time. After a very difficult to take x-ray (the cat was nervous) everything points to a metastasis of the tumor, so his lungs and/or heart are now probably infested with cancer. Some more test and another x-ray to confirm, before deciding what to do. He, sadly, seems to be suffering now, as he can't breath even when relaxed, neither can he take a nap as he likes, lying in one side, because it's painful. Now we can't pick him up by his ribs because it hurts. Probably after the second set of test, the best decision should be to let him die without so much suffering... I really do not want to look at him hardly breathing until all his chest becomes some horrible, putrid dark piece of meat.
I'm sorry... I can't even think if I'm writing this in the proper way.
I... I just wanted to take all this tears out of my body and somehow show to myself how I love this cat and how hard it's to me to see this situation. I'm sure everything, whatever it is, will be the best for everyone... I just... I just want to learn how painful life can be and how egoist coward I am because I can't still confront death face to face. Not even with an animal.
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.
¡Qué tiempo! El espacio nada que da lugar para las cosas importantes. Hace rato que había querido recomenzar mi vida en internet, hasta que por fin pude escaparme un momento de todo el trajín y aburrimiento de la vida cotidiana y la marcada soledad de la universidad. Como siempre, mis objetivos son casi nulos, pero ya estaba por estallar: un medio de expresión más allá de la programación es necesario de cuando en cuando. ¿Cuál será mi necesidad de comunicación? ¿Soledad? ¿Libertad? ¿Nostalgia? ¿algún amor lejano? La respuesta estará en los ojos de cada lector. Por mi parte, y siguiendo mi filosofía taoista, me dedicaré a buscarme a mí mismo, y me alegraría saber que este medio siriviera para ello.
Para todo curioso, bienvenido, y si está enguayaba@, lo siento por el color (^_^)... por ahora...
"Prepárate para el salto.
Y que el aire sea con nosotros.
Listos.
A la una...
a las dos...
y a las...
tres!"
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I don't care if some think that worriyng about the earth is rubbish or not. I know it is the right thing to do, and as such, it is time to be concious of our mark on her face.
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sí, lo sé, probablemente el premio quede desierto... Y bue... me comeré yo solo la Nutella
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