Archive for June, 2007

Imágenes

June 30, 2007

Imágenes incomprensibles se repiten,

danzan alrededor sin sentido.

Una pequeña risa se escapa,

un sonido que me delata.

En realidad no es tan malo,

la tragedia es a veces frágil.

Pedazos de ayer en la mano,

suspiros ahogados en silencio.

Un beso queda aquí esperando

la boca que lo hará nacer.

If not now, when…

June 21, 2007

Se lanzó al vacío – dijeron los demás –

pero ella sabía que no era así,

no era un vacío, tampoco había una red,

simplemente no era nada, aún.

Se lanzó para encontrar.

Se lanzó para caer,

sentir el viento y la ingravidez,

perder el tiempo y el lugar.

Se lanzó sin pensar.

Es tan fácil dar un paso sin suelo,

tan simple que da miedo,

pero el miedo no sirve, al menos hoy.

Respira, cierra los ojos.

En algún momento sus pies tocarán tierra

o aprenderán a volar.

We’ll just have to wait and see…

June 2007

June 13, 2007

Esto fue lo primero que lei cuando subí al avión dejando Manchester:

It was true that as one watched life in its curious crucible of pain and pleasure, one could not wear over one’s face a mask of glass, nor keep the sulphurous fumes from troubling the brain and making the imagination turbid with monstrous fancies and misshapen dreams. There were poisons so subtle that to know their properties one had to sicken of them. There were maladies so strange that one had to pass trough them if one sought to understand their nature. And, yet, what a great reward one received! How wonderful the whole world became to one. To note the curious hard logic of passion, and the emotional coloured life of the intellect – to observe where they met, and where they separated, at what point they were in unison, and at what point they were at discord – there was delight in that! What matter what the cost was? One could never pay too high a price for any sensation.

The picture of Dorian Grey, Oscar Wilde