Changing the wheel I sit by the roadsideThe driver changes the wheel.I do not like the place I have come from.I do not like the place I am going to.Why with impatience do IWatch him changing the wheel? (Bertolt Brecht) About the author Bertolt Brecht (1898-1956) was a German poet, playwright and theatre director who… Sigue leyendo "Changing the wheel by Bertolt Brecht
When you’re here From here, oh,you can hold yourself,so you can laugh. Free to exploreall manner of things. When you’re here,an i in the O-cean,you’re no longer waitingfor something to happen or to change. When you’re hereyou have what you seek. Your heart opensto the gift you receive,that you are. You are drinking at the… Sigue leyendo "The Well of Being by Jean-Pierre Weill
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of… Sigue leyendo "Stopping by the woods by Robert Frost
Bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I’m too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I’m not goingto let anybody seeyou. there’s a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I pour whiskey on him and inhalecigarette smokeand the whores and the bartendersand the grocery clerksnever know thathe’sin there.… Sigue leyendo "Bluebird
the radical moveis to enter each dayas a constant nowfree from the clawsof then and nextso you may take the open handof the momentnerved with pure being Maria Popova (2025, An Almanac of Birds) About the author Maria Popova is a Bulgarian-American essayist, cultural critic and poet who has built a devoted following through her… Sigue leyendo "The radical move by Maria Popova
Late Fragment And did you get whatyou wanted from this life, even so?I did.And what did you want?To call myself beloved, to feel myselfbeloved on the earth. Raymond Carver (1994, A New Path to the Waterfall) About the author Raymond Carver (1938-1988) wrote his first story on a kitchen table while his two young children… Sigue leyendo "Late fragment
A psalm of life Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,Is our… Sigue leyendo "A psalm of life
Detén todos los relojes, corta el teléfono,Evita que el perro ladre con un hueso jugoso,Silencia los pianos y con el tambor apagadoSaca el ataúd, que vengan los dolientes. Que los aviones den vueltas gimiendo sobre sus cabezas, garabateando en el cielo el mensaje "Ha muerto". Sigue leyendo "Blues funerario
Caminé una milla con el Placer;Charló todo el camino;Pero no me dejó más sabioPor todo lo que tenía que decir. Caminé una milla con el Dolor, y ella no dijo ni una palabra; pero, ¡oh! las cosas que aprendí de ella, cuando el dolor caminó conmigo. [Robert Browning Hamilton] Sobre el autor Robert Browning Hamilton fue un escritor estadounidense... Sigue leyendo "Por el camino
No preguntes, es un error saber, qué destinos nos conceden los dioses. No busques respuestas en las estrellas divinas,aguanta y deja que tu corazón se alinee. Llegan los inviernos, o éste es nuestro último, las olas contra las rocas se lanzan. Sirve tu vino, bébelo despacio, deja que tus esperanzas vayan y vengan. El tiempo fluye mientras hablamos, aprovecha el hoy, el mañana está lejos y es sombrío.... Sigue leyendo "Carpe Diem (Oda al destino, Horacio 1:11)
