Moon, poetry, music…
Jorge Luis Borges https://anchor.fm/s/97ca096c/podcast/rss Existen personas en nuestras vidas que nos hacen felicespor la simple casualidad de haberse cruzado en nuestro camino.Algunas recorren el camino a nuestro lado, viendo muchas lunas pasar,mas otras apenas vemos entre un paso y otro.A todas las llamamos amigos y hay muchas clases de ellos. Tal vez cada hoja de... Continue Reading →
...and whenever I remember our time togetherhard times, though experienceshurt feelings...still, I was happy to be with you.'cause during our togethernesswe share dreams, enjoy movies,go to concerts,discover the world, build up a magical world of our own.'cause the memories we createare bonds that can not be destroyed,stolen,or kidnappedIn my memoriesand thought my heartyou will live... Continue Reading →
This is a time for joyful encounters, cherished moments, and love that surrounds us all. It’s a time to wrap up projects and reconnect with family. Let us embrace joy and love together.
When I am gonewhat memories would remain?who would remember me?When I am gonewhat would be my lasting legacy?who would receive my most precious gift?When I am gonewhat would be the balance of my actions?was my presence in the world worthy?Flowers have a limited lifespanthey do not have much time aroundbut they are beautiful and bringlove,... Continue Reading →
Even during the most challenging times,even under the most enduring circumstances,even when you fell lost,even when you fell empty inside.Life always finds a way to fluorish,to show the beauty of nature.to reveal a precious pathilluminated by the Moon. #Moonlady
Summer has just arrivedRaining has just begunLife is flourishing once moreHowever...Longing for sweet memoriesRecollections of past triumphsFill my nightsYet...The moonlight enlightens meOnce againand calms my Nostalgia
Pablo Neruda (1963). Nuevas Odas Elementales. Editorial Losada. Buenos Aires, Argentina. https://anchor.fm/s/97ca096c/podcast/rss Tristeza, escarabajode siete patas rotas,huevo de telaraña,rata descalabrada,esqueleto de perra:Aquí no entras.No pasa.Ándate.Vuelveal sur con tu paraguas,vuelveal norte con tus dientes de culebra.Aquí vive un poeta.La tristeza no puedeentrar por estas puertas.Por las ventanasentra el aire del mundo,las rojas rosas nuevas,las banderas bordadasdel... Continue Reading →
Alejandra Pizarnik (1958). Las aventuras perdidas. Altamar, Argentina. https://anchor.fm/s/97ca096c/podcast/rss Señor La jaula se ha vuelto pájaro y se ha volado y mi corazón está loco porque aúlla a la muerte y sonríe detrás del viento a mis delirios Qué haré con el miedo Qué haré con el miedo Ya no baila la luz en mi... Continue Reading →
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