Es sábado

Ana María Iza — Ecuador, 1941

Invasión

En perfectas escuadras de belleza
los pájaros invaden la tarde con sus alas.
La cintura del viento
se retuerce
en los brazos fornidos de los árboles
y suspiran las hojas débilmente
por los besos que crujen en las ramas.
Es sábado.
No me hace falta más para sentirme libre
en un mundo de esclavos.

“Sin ti”
Por mi mirada pasan los vientos de tu ausencia,
y con cada mota del polvo que ventilan
se encapota el cielo de mis pupilas.
Puedo jurar que no hay peor dolor que cuando el amor se silencia.

Antonio Domingo

El espejo de los espías


Estamos al fin hechos
a cierta imagen y semejanza vana
de esta violencia que se ha llamado vida.
Que cada día
nos arrastra de nuevo
para llevarnos siempre
al mismo sitio.
Así el lenguaje
acaba siempre siendo un animal
herido, un topo que no zapa,
mudo,
helado espejo de los espías.


Blanca Varela — Perú, 1926

I cannot say whether things will get better if we change; what I can say is they must change if they are to get better.
GEORG C. LICHTENBERG

Dante

Les presento a Dante,mi labrador negro.Cuando llegara a mi vida? no sé, pero lo espero con ansias.

Es bien inteligente y está bien hermoso y me quiere mucho y es bien obediente. =)

Te espero paciente Amigo. =)

Gregorio

Me encantan los escarabajos, siempre que veo uno no puedo evitar agarrarlo y ponerlo en mi mano y sentir sus patitas, su textura rugosa o lisa y observar su forma, sus pelitos sus cuernos negros, o sus colores tornasol. Que bonitos son.

Para mí, todos se llaman Gregorio, y los imagino como Gregorio, como con una parte humana y me acuerdo del sentimiento de cuando leí de la manzana atorada en su tórax, de lo que sentía el pobre escarabajo. O a veces los imagino en batalla luchando con sus cuernos., así súper rudos y aguerridos. Yo creo que sin La Metamorfosis solo serían unos insectos bonitos.

Es una lastima que ya no sea algo común encontrarse con uno. Mas raro encontrarse con uno grande , ya casi no hay, al menos no donde vivo ,donde antes era común verlos. Si, una verdadera lastima. Hace mucho que no siento las patitas de un escarabajo “cornudo” en mi brazo. Hace mucho que no tengo la fortuna de observar ese verde tornasol en la palma de mi mano.

Quisiera encontrarme con Gregorio mas seguido. A veces lo extraño.

Foggy Path

Maturity of mind is the capacity to endure uncertainty. ~
John Finley



mmm not feeling very mature right now......

Madness

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 - 1900), "On Reading and Writing"

Love and Madness

Love and Madness

A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on it for
the first time, virtues and vices floated around and were bored, not
knowing what to do. One day, all the vices and virtues were gathered
together and were more bored than ever.

Suddenly, Ingenious came up with an idea: "Let's play hide and seek!"

All of them liked the idea and immediately Madness shouted: "I want to
count, I want to count!" And since nobody was crazy enough to want to seek
Madness, all the others agreed. Madness leaned against a tree and started to
count: "One, two, three..."

As Madness counted, the vices and virtues went hiding. Tenderness hung
itself on the horn of the moon, Treason hid in a pile of garbage. Fondness
curled up between the clouds and Passion went to the centre of the earth.
Lie said that it would hide under a stone, but hid at the bottom of the
lake, whilst Avarice entered a sack that he ended up breaking.

And Madness continued to count: "... seventy nine, eighty, eighty
one..."

By this time, all the vices and virtues were already hidden - except
Love. For undecided as Love is, he could not decide where to hide. And this
should not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it is to hide
Love.

Madness: "...ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven..." Just when Madness
got to one hundred, Love jumped into a rose bush where he hid. And Madness
turned around and shouted: "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

As Madness turned around, Laziness was the first to be found, because
Laziness had no energy to hide.

Then he spotted Tenderness in the horn of the moon, Lie at the bottom of
the lake and Passion at the centre of the earth.

One by one, Madness found them all - except Love. Madness was getting
desperate, unable to find Love.

Envious of Love, Envy whispered to Madness:

"You only need to find Love, and Love is hiding in the rose bush."

Madness grabbed a wooden pitch fork and stabbed wildly at the rose bush.
Madness stabbed and stabbed until a heartbreaking cry made him stop.

Love appeared from the rose bush, covering his face with his hands.

Between his fingers ran two trickles of blood from his eyes.

Madness, so anxious to find Love, had stabbed out Love's eyes with a
pitchfork. "What have I done! What have I done!" Madness shouted.
"I have left you blind! How can I repair it?"

And Love answered: "You cannot repair my eyes.
But if you want to do something for me, you can be my guide."

And so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is always
accompanied by Madness

Quiero Domir

Extraño dormir como cuando era niña.Que me quedaba dormida de volada y no me despertaba fácilmente, ahora todo lo contrario. =( Quiero dormir. Quiero dormir mucho.