21/2/17

#Silencios

 

 

 «Lo que no puede bailar al borde de los labios pasa a aullar en el fondo del alma.» 

 

Christian Bobin, L'autre visage







14/2/17

Seamus Heaney

Derry and #Love




Her scarf a la Bardot,
In suede flats for the walk,
She came with me one evening
For air and friendly talk.
We crossed the quiet river,
Took the embankment walk.

Traffic holding its breath,
Sky a tense diaphragm:
Dusk hung like a backcloth
That shook where a swan swam,
Tremulous as a hawk
Hanging deadly, calm.

A vacuum of need
Collapsed each hunting heart
But tremulously we held
As hawk and prey apart,
Preserved classic decorum,
Deployed our talk with art.






11/2/17

#FullMoon

Quotes





"There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery".

Joseph Conrad 








7/2/17

#Lecturas





«Amar a alguien es leerlo. Es saber leer todas las frases que están en el corazón del otro, y en la lectura rescatarlo.»


Christian Bobin, La lumière du monde








1/2/17

#February

  St Brigid’s Day



"Nature"

"Nature" is what we see
The Hill the Afternoon
Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble bee
Nay, Nature is Heaven
Nature is what we hear
The Bobolink, the Sea
Thunder, the Cricket
Nay, Nature is Harmony
Nature is what we know
Yet have no art to say
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.



Emily Dickinson