domingo, 30 de octubre de 2011

Cosas alegres…(2)

With intermittent shocks, sudden as the springs of a tiger, life emerges heaving its dark crest from the sea. It is to this we are attached; it is to this we are bound, as bodies to wild horses.

—Virginia Woolf,The Waves.

As the storm to an end
the        shadow of the starling on the grass, like a
storm               beginning with violence
to                           excite our imagination,
an                                empty place where been lost is over,
end                                      is always beginning.

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El dialogo es el caldo, donde se cuece o cocina la vida…