Moon, poetry, music…
Mario Benedetti https://anchor.fm/s/97ca096c/podcast/rss No te rindas, aún estás a tiempode alcanzar y comenzar de nuevo,Aceptar tus sombras,Enterrar tus miedos,Liberar el lastre,Retomar el vuelo.No te rindas que la vida es eso,Continuar el viaje,Perseguir tus sueños,Destrabar el tiempo,Correr los escombros,Y destapar el cielo.No te rindas, por favor no cedas,Aunque el frío queme,Aunque el miedo muerda,Aunque el sol... Continue Reading →
This tree has endured innumerable challenges over time. Its habitat has even become a park, yet it continues to watch over the land, dreaming for the moment it can converse with the Moon.
Losing a loved one is incredibly challenging; the pain can consume your thoughts and shatter your heart into countless fragments. However, as time passes, you will discover that her love will always remain by your side, and her intangible presence will never desert you.
Because I call the dead my friends, and I call the living my executioners… Garrick, Juan de Dios Peza.
Gioconda Belli (2013). Entre los poetas míos.. Gioconda Belli. Omegalfa. España. https://anchor.fm/s/97ca096c/podcast/rss Desde la mujer que soy, a veces me da por contemplar aquellas que pude haber sido; las mujeres primorosas, hacendosas, buenas esposas, dechado de virtudes, que deseara mi madre. No sé por qué la vida entera he pasado rebelándome contra ellas. Odio sus... Continue Reading →
Sitting atop a solitary cloud, she appears as a queen, emanating a gentle glow and a message of peace...
Federico García Lorca (1921) Libro de Poemas. Imprenta Moroto. Madrid. https://anchor.fm/s/97ca096c/podcast/rss (Granada, 1918) Hoy siento en el corazón un vago temblor de estrellas, pero mi senda se pierde en el alma de la niebla. La luz me troncha las alas y el dolor de mi tristeza va mojando los recuerdos en la fuente de la... Continue Reading →
Passion for knowledge, love for art, and the silent presence of the moon as witness.
The warm nights are accompanied by lush vegetation while the moon playfully dances with the clouds. Life will continue at its own rhythm, and it's up to you to decide if you will dance joyfully or sadly.
Then you choose to bury your feelings; still, your love will shine through the clouding night.
#Moonlady 