TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways: Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide; The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet eyed, Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold; And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea, Sing in their high and lonely melody. Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way.   Come near, come near, come near --  Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath to fill! Lest I no more hear common things that crave; The weak worm hiding down in its small cave, The field-mouse running by me in the grass, And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass; But seek alone to hear the strange things said By God to the bright hearts of those long dead, And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know Come near; I would, before my time to go, Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.      William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

To every natural form, rock, fruits, or flower,
Even the loose stones that cover the highway,
I gave a moral life: I saw them feel,
Or linked them to some feeling: the great mass
Lay bedded in a quickening soul, and all
That I beheld respired with inward meaning.

William Wordsworth

"La mejor prueba de la miseria de la existencia es la que da la contemplación de su gloria."

S.Kierkegaard

Wassily Kandinski

Perch'i' no spero di tornar giammai

Perch'i' no spero di tornar giammai,

Ballatetta, in Toscana,

va' tu, leggera e piana,

dritt' a la donna mia,

che per sua cortesia

ti farà molto onore.

Tu porterai novelle di sospiri

piene di dogli' e di molta paura;

ma guarda che persona non ti miri

che sia nemica di gentil natura:

ché certo per la mia disaventura

tu saresti contesa,

tanto da lei ripresa

che mi sarebbe angoscia;

dopo la morte, poscia,

pianto e novel dolore.

Tu senti, ballatetta, che la morte

mi stringe sì, che vita m'abbandona;

e senti come 'l cor si sbatte forte

per quel che ciascun spirito ragiona.

Tanto è distrutta già la mia persona,

ch'i' non posso soffrire:

se tu mi vuoi servire,

mena l'anima teco

(molto di ciò ti preco)

quando uscirà del core.

Deh, ballatetta mia, a la tu' amistate

quest anima che trema raccomando:

menala teco, nella sua pietate,

a quella bella donna a cu' ti mando.

Deh, ballatetta, dille sospirando,

quando le se' presente:

"Questa vostra servente

vien per istar con voi,

partita da colui

che fu servo d'Amore".

Tu, voce sbigottita e deboletta

ch'esci piangendo de lo cor dolente,

coll'anima e con questa ballatetta

va' ragionando della strutta mente.

Voi troverete una donna piacente,

di sì dolce intelletto

che vi sarà diletto

starle davanti ognora.

Anim', e tu l'adora

sempre, nel su' valore.

(Guido Cavalcanti 13°-14° secolo)

"When The Light Appears"

You'll bare your bones you'll grow you'll pray you'll only know

When the light appears, boy, when the light appears

You'll sing & you'll love you'll praise blue heavens above

When the light appears, boy, when the light appears

You'll whimper & you'll cry you'll get yourself sick and sigh

You'll sleep & you'll dream you'll only know what you mean

When the light appears, boy, when the light appears

You'll come & you'll go, you'll wander to and fro

You'll go home in despair you'll wonder why'd you care

You'll stammer & you'll lie you'll ask everybody why

You'll cough and you'll pout you'll kick your toe with gout

You'll jump you'll shout you'll knock you're friends about

You'll bawl and you'll deny & announce your eyes are dry

You'll roll and you'll rock you'll show your big hard cock

You'll love and you'll grieve & one day you'll come believe

As you whistle & you smile the lord made you worthwhile

You'll preach and you'll glide on the pulpit in your pride

Sneak & slide across the stage like a river in high tide

You'll come fast or come on slow just the same you'll never know

When the light appears, boy, when the light appears

Allen Ginsberg

Cosmopolitan Greetings

May 3, 1987, 2:30 AM

Hiperion o el eremita en Grecia (fragmento)

"A ser uno con todo lo viviente, volver en un feliz olvido de sí mismo, al todo de la naturaleza. A menudo alcanzo esa cumbre... pero un momento de reflexión basta para despeñarme de ella. Medito, y me encuentro como estaba antes, solo, con todos los dolores propios de la condición mortal, y el asilo de mi corazón, el mundo enteramente uno, desaparece; la naturaleza se cruza de brazos, y yo me encuentro ante ella como ante un extraño, y no la comprendo. Ojala no hubiera ido nunca a vuestras escuelas, pues en ellas es donde me volví tan razonable, donde aprendí a diferenciarme de manera fundamental de lo que me rodea; ahora estoy aislado entre la hermosura del mundo, he sido así expulsado del jardín de la naturaleza, donde crecía y florecía, y me agosto al sol del mediodía. Oh, sí! El hombre es un dios cuando sueña y un mendigo cuando reflexiona."

Friedrich Hölderlin

   Nuevo destino: reacción. Sobre cómo escribir a oscuras y tu gesto de afirmación. Adiós a la competición interminable. Ahora respiro con una fuerza verdadera. Atrás quedaron la repercusión y las intenciones. Un nuevo rumbo hacia aquella palabra que acordamos no decir. Bandera blanca, no hay nadie alrededor. En el camino quedan las reflexiones y las razones importantes. 

   No hay espacio para recordar el cómo ni el por qué. Las cenizas son ahora abono de un nuevo árbol. Una vida exterior sin eco, el compromiso de dejar el silencio acogedor. Decir no al dulce lamento. Sonreír en un reflejo del agua.

   Sobre cómo sentir a oscuras y tu ademán de negación. Adiós a la lucha interior. Ahora respiro otro aire, otra luz me alumbra. Soñar es ya una palabra sin significado, la tristeza no es nunca más una ingenua diversión.

Your Love Is The Place Where I Come From

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¿Qué ocurre contigo?

¿Qué sientes en cada palabra?



Si en lugar de ser hoy es mañana

Si no tienes ningún malvado plan para destruir el mundo



¿Qué querrías más que cualquier otra cosa?

¿Qué es lo que te pasa?



Cuando no hay inundación sin agua

Cuando no decidiste quemar ninguna ciudad en llamas



¿Qué te hace sonreir?

¿Qué deseas con toda tu alma?

Big monster lover
A bigger pusher over
Stands alone in most walks of life
Walks alone in most walks in life

See you looking through me
Like you've unzipped the zipper
You hold the big picture so well
Can't you see that we're going to hell

Couldn't park that fucking car
Couldn't part from you
Saw the back of your sweet mother's head
Now I know that she thinks I am dead

Burnt flavor you hold the big picture so well
Can't you see that we're going to hell

Big monster lover
A bigger pusher over
Stands alone in most walks of life
Walks alone in most walks in life

CAT POWER "Back of your head"

To F... Beloved! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path- (Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose)- My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows An Eden of bland repose. And thus thy memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off isle In some tumultuous sea- Some ocean throbbing far and free With storms–but where meanwhile Serenest skies continually Just o'er that one bright island smile.

A F... ¡Mi amada! En medio de los problemas serios que se amontonan en mi senda terrenal- (triste camino donde no crece una solitaria rosa)- mi alma al menos tiene un consuelo soñándote, y allí dentro sabe que un suave edén le espera. Y tu memoria es para mí una isla remota y encantada en un tumultuoso mar- un océano palpitante y libre con tormentas-pero mientras tanto los cielos más serenos eternamente sobre esa brillante isla sonríen.

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)