We are not you and me anymore…we are just that fleeting part of yesterday…Confinements, haste, fears, applauses,infinite longings to embrace us… Tenuous, ambiguous, suspicious …we are … Continue reading We are not you and me anymore
I want to thank my God on such a beautiful day as today because He sent to the world the most wonderful rose in his garden.
Leafless by the winds of time but always firm and beautiful in the face of adversity. Continue reading “SHE”
Goodbye May…
You took my freedom,
my desire to escape,
my light and my sea,
and this bitter awakening…
My mist and darkness,
my singing and my crying,
my joy and my regret… Continue reading “Listening diary: Goodbye May”
Goodbye April…
You took my smile, my tears…
my sleepless nights, my singing…
and also a little piece of me…
You took away my life and its charm,
and a quiet dawn full of rain and jasmine…
Oh April… Continue reading “Goodbye April”
Spain, in silence but not asleep…
Absent but not empty… quiet but lecture…
Filled with sad but vibrant hearts,
who applaud their heroes at sunset…
that dawn every day with this new art…
Uncertain uncertainty of certain certainty…
Dark nights of mornings in darkness… Continue reading “Listening diary: Silence”
España, en silencio pero no dormida…
Ausente pero no vacía…callada pero diserta…
Llena de corazones tristes, pero vibrantes,
que aplauden al atardecer a sus héroes…
que amanecen cada día con ese inédito arte…
Incertidumbre incierta de cierta certeza…
Noches oscuras de mañanas en tinieblas… …Continuar leyendo
Do not let them write your end, because there is no term, there is no goal, only learned roads, paths of dunes, roads with mountains, broken … Continue reading Don’t let them write your end
Que no escriban tu final, porque no hay término, no hay meta, solo caminos aprendidos, caminos de dunas, caminos con montañas, caminos quebrados, caminos bandidos, pero … Continue reading Que no escriban tu final
The morning arrives…
and I look out the window,
to adore you, one more day…
my sea… Continue reading “Battle sea”
Let me fly … Far away from empty hearts … from brave airs … from resentful disdains … Let me fly … high… Like a condor … Continue reading Let me fly
Windows to the sea … To the doubt, to the sadness, to the emptiness, to the unreason … To the vain strangeness, of a selfish world, … Continue reading Windows to the sea
Salt… That tans, that dries… That relieves, that stubborns… Sea salt or human… From far, from close… Salt… Of joy or sadness… Of grief, of delight… … Continue reading Salt
You do not look me in the eyes, because there is something of my kindness that disturbs you… You do not appreciate my care, neither my … Continue reading Squires
Y un día se cansaron de sonar, vibrar y alumbrar, soñar y susurrar… Sueños truncados, susurros silenciados… Cuerdas vibrantes… bajo luces deslumbrantes… Melodías vacías, de ritmos … Continue reading Guitarras cansadas
Bad counselors in this stone path, in this valley of thorns… Words that evoke their most arduous vanity, their unequivocal complexes… Souls that lead to others, … Continue reading Empty hearts
Malos consejeros en este camino de piedras, en este valle de espinas… Palabras que evocan su más ardua vanidad, sus complejos inequívocos… Almas que conducen a … Continue reading Corazones vacíos
Courage is not the absence of fear.
Courage is fighting still in spite.
Courage is to mend our gaps. …continue reading
Qué hicimos sino luchar…
en este campo sin trincheras…
en esta batalla aún no perdida… continuar leyendo
They say that a soldier who is not afraid of death
is a brave man,
and that a man who fears life
is a coward; Continue reading “Battles”
Dicen que un soldado que no teme a la muerte es un valiente,
y que un hombre que teme a la vida es un cobarde;
pero, …continuar leyendo
Batallas de bicoca. De simples esperas sin reloj. De obcecadas cabezas sin son. De hastiados mayores sin voz. Batallas de tierra batida. De curtidas pieles sin … Continue reading Batallas
Bargain battles. Of simple waits without a clock. Of stubborn heads without sound. Of jaded elderly without voice. Battles of clay. Of tanned skins without rest. … Continue reading Battles
We all fight our battles. Some hidden, others veiled. Some manifest, others anchored. But all of them, battles. Some of tale, others of sword, some of … Continue reading Battles
Todos libramos nuestras batallas. Unas ocultas, otras veladas. Unas manifiestas, otras ancladas. Pero todas ellas, batallas. Unas de cuento, otras de espada, unas de viento, otras … Continue reading Batallas I
