Epígrafe

La visión del mundo liberado del humanismo puede ser bella, esto es, misteriosa y viva. Al cuerpo le gustan los momentos en los que puede más que la razón; en eso consiste la actitud natural, tan difícil de conseguir.
La poesía nació y nace perpetuamente de la visión de que, por ejemplo, el viento no es asunto de masas de aire caliente y frío, sino de poder.

(B. Dubant y M. Marquerie, Castaneda un salto a lo desconocido. Barcelona: Ediciones Indigo, 1988.)

segunda-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2013

All of ours

I will always be around
But you would
At least notice
Or even care
Anytime?
When the sun is down
The night is all
And you dream of
Childhood
Even then
If you stare
I am here
I am there
Can you hear?
Can you feel?
Can you touch?
Little girl
You are great
And I hate
All this distance
What is wrong?
What is right?
What is left?
What is write?
Me and you
Meanwhile the blue
Is underground
Our feelings
And the meanings
Of verses
Of choices
All the voices
Of ours
You and me
Can you see?
What more
Do we have?
You will always be
Around
Meanwhile
The world spins and rounds
I wait for you

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