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
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
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)
