viernes, 8 de julio de 2011
viernes, 24 de junio de 2011
From the moment we are born,
the world tends to have a
container already built for us
to fit inside: A social security
number, a gender, a race,
a profession or an I.Q. I ponder
if we are more defined by the
container we are in, rather than
what we are inside. Would we
recognize ourselves if we could
expand beyond our bodies?
Would we still be able to exist
if we were authentically
'un-contained'?
the world tends to have a
container already built for us
to fit inside: A social security
number, a gender, a race,
a profession or an I.Q. I ponder
if we are more defined by the
container we are in, rather than
what we are inside. Would we
recognize ourselves if we could
expand beyond our bodies?
Would we still be able to exist
if we were authentically
'un-contained'?
Paige Bradley
jueves, 26 de mayo de 2011
viernes, 6 de mayo de 2011
viernes, 22 de abril de 2011
sábado, 16 de abril de 2011
Ten a serea o canto
i a serpe o alento,
o lago ten a onda,
Dios ten o inferno.
Ti tes dabondo
co que tes escondido
neses teus ollos.
O trono dos monarcas,
do sabio os trunfos,
a groria do poeta,
o ouro do mundo:
dera eso todo
por sólo unha mirada
deses teus ollos.
Buscan os pitorreises
pra faguer niño,
a herba santa que nace
beira do ríos.
Eu busco sólo
unha mirada meiga
deses teus ollos.
Cando se pon a lúa
tras d’os penedos,
choran as estreliñas
todas d’o ceo.
Tamén eu choro
cando non m’alumean
eses teus ollos.
Curros Enríquez
domingo, 20 de marzo de 2011
lunes, 14 de marzo de 2011
jueves, 24 de febrero de 2011
domingo, 20 de febrero de 2011
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