Moon, poetry, music…
A dragon is eating the Moon!!! That was my first thought when I took the photo. Because of the imagination, that awesome creative capacity of humans, I could see a dragon. Still, my friends imagined a dove or even the shape of a country. What is in your mind that brings these shapes into forms?... Continue Reading →
Nahomi Tari (2020). Obituario. Cirulo de Poesía. Revista Electrónica de Literatura. https://open.spotify.com/episode/2ndmGDO8otCJs0Wy1cRdAD?si=crNNe4tQTgOo8eqEVcmlJQ Mi mamá se está muriendo y no puedo hacer nada al respecto. Mi mamá se está muriendo y cada día lo veo. Mi mamá diario se pasa los dedos entre sus cabellos intentando peinar las canas que por tanto estrés le han matizado... Continue Reading →
Protecting the city entrance, a reference point for city directions... The moon as a crown for the desert king.Summer 2022
Miguel Ramos Carrión ((Zamora, 1848 Madrid, 1915) https://open.spotify.com/episode/2JcYbGnHSBL4KZAUkWeaKg?si=OQ8rc6-aS96VZA9iRxI0tg I Desde la ventana de un casucho viejo abierta en verano, cerrada en invierno por vidrios verdosos y plomos espesos, una salmantina de rubio cabello y ojos que parecen pedazos de cielo, mientras la costura mezcla con el rezo, ve todas las tardes pasar en silencio los... Continue Reading →
The magnificent moonlight looking over the city. Sometimes, we should take a break from our busy lives and simply appreciate the beauty around us.
He was very proud of his Apache ancestors; he was brave and fought for his dreams. The sculpture of an Apache, surrounded by the city lights, a city in the middle of the desert, reminds me of his free spirit. We share a love for music… we dream of justice for all… Three years and... Continue Reading →
Alfonsina Storni (1918). El dulce daño https://open.spotify.com/episode/42Sg3jpGvqN2imxuj9B0Ie?si=ORqd0y6zQKGGOeQ_6eMWig Tú me quieres alba, me quieres de espumas, me quieres de nácar. Que sea azucena Sobre todas, casta. De perfume tenue. Corola cerrada . Ni un rayo de luna filtrado me haya. Ni una margarita se diga mi hermana. Tú me quieres nívea, tú me quieres blanca, tú... Continue Reading →
While walking at night along with the Moonlight, city lights can give you a different perspective of nature. We are surrounded by beautiful scenarios, but many times we are so immersed in our inner thoughts that we lose opportunities to play and smile. Don't forget to play and smile. Be happy. Be grateful. Be alive.
León Felipe (1920). Que lástima. De: Versos y oraciones del caminante. Madrid. https://open.spotify.com/episode/3HI9uUiWogx4GqkVgloPXw?si=oZf_KcKtSUyR3PQLOB0x4w ¡Qué lástima que yo no pueda cantar a la usanza de este tiempo lo mismo que los poetas que hoy cantan! ¡Qué lástima que yo no pueda entonar con una voz engolada esas brillantes romanzas a las glorias de la patria! ¡Qué... Continue Reading →
And suddenly, when you have to say goodbye to a good friend, the Moon is there to assure you that love can even defeat death. Always in my heart, I was so fortunate to have you in my life.April 25, 2021.
