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Monday, October 13, 2014

Lost in the forest, Pablo Neruda

Lost in the Forest

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.




Ode to enchanted light, Pablo Neruda

Ode To Enchanted Light

Under the trees light 
has dropped from the top of the sky,
light 
like a green 
latticework of branches,
shining 
on every leaf, 
drifting down like clean 
white sand.

A cicada sends 
its sawing song 
high into the empty air.

The world is 
a glass overflowing 
with water.


Oda a la luz encantada


La luz bajo los árboles,
la luz del alto cielo.
La luz 
verde 
enramada 
que fulgura 
en la hoja 
y cae como fresca 
arena blanca.

Una cigarra eleva 
su son de aserradero 
sobre la transparencia.

Es una copa llena 
de agua 

Luar na Lubre - Memoria da Noite (subtitulada en castellano)

Árbol cósmico: Yoshiro Tachibana


Adán y eva en azul: by Yoshiro Tachibana


red sky, blood


The sky was a red as blood against the last sun.

The camera couldn't manage.

Blood everywhere,mine, flowing,bursting

out of my heart.

It must be a kind of weakness that i didn't want to see badness.

It is present allover. To look away doesn't make it disappear.

My friend is right:there are people with no soul and people with not much soul.

I stand up to this now:true.

I heard it too often in the past, "all will be good in the end". 

It just isn't true at all.










Mendelssohn - Ave maria (op. 23 no. 2)

Cantique de Jean Racine - Faure