. ¡PUELLA MEA!

Muchachita mía,
gloria y ufanía
de mi atardecer,
yo sólo tenía
la santa alegría
de mi poesía y de tu querer.

¿Por qué te partiste?
¿Por qué te me fuiste?
Mira que estoy triste,
triste, triste, triste,
con tristeza tal
que mi cara mustia
deja ver mi angustia
como si fuera de cristal.

Muchachita mía,
¡qué sola, qué fría
te fuiste aquel día!
¿En qué estrella estás?
¿En qué espacio vuelas?
¿En qué mar rielas?
¿Cuándo volverás?
—¡Nunca, nunca más!

Marzo de 1912
Amado Nervo

. To place securely; make stable or firm: fixed the tent poles in the ground. See Synonyms at fasten.
b. To secure to another; attach: fixing the notice to the board with tacks.
2.
a. To put into a stable or unalterable form: tried to fix the conversation in her memory.
b. To make (a chemical substance) nonvolatile or solid.
c. Biology To convert (nitrogen) into stable, biologically assimilable compounds.
d. To kill and preserve (a specimen) intact for microscopic study.
e. To prevent discoloration of (a photographic image) by washing or coating with a chemical preservative.
3. To direct steadily: fixed her eyes on the road ahead.
4. To capture or hold: The man with the long beard fixed our attention.
5.
a. To set or place definitely; establish: fixed her residence in a coastal village.
b. To determine with accuracy; ascertain: fixed the date of the ancient artifacts.
c. To agree on; arrange: fix a time to meet.
6. To assign; attribute: fixing the blame.
7.
a. To correct or set right; adjust: fix a misspelling; fix the out-of-date accounts.
b. To restore to proper condition or working order; repair: fix a broken machine.
c. Computer Science To convert (data) from floating-point notation to fixed-point notation.
8. To make ready; prepare: fixed the room for the guests; fix lunch for the kids; fixed himself a milkshake.
9. To spay or castrate (an animal).
10. Informal To take revenge upon; get even with.
11. To influence the outcome or actions of by improper or unlawful means: fix a prizefight; fix a jury.
v.intr.
1. To direct one's efforts or attention; concentrate: We fixed on the immediate goal.
2. To become stable or firm; harden: Fresh plaster will fix in a few hours.
3. Chiefly Southern U.S. To be on the verge of; to be making preparations for. Used in progressive tenses with the infinitive: We were fixing to leave without you.
n.
1.
a. The act of adjusting, correcting, or repairing.
b. Informal Something that repairs or restores; a solution: no easy fix for an intractable problem.
2. The position, as of a ship or aircraft, determined by visual observations with the aid of equipment.
3. A clear determination or understanding: a briefing that gave us a fix on the current situation.
4. An instance of arranging a special consideration, such as an exemption from a requirement, or an improper or illegal outcome, especially by means of bribery.
5. A difficult or embarrassing situation; a predicament. See Synonyms at predicament.
6. Slang An amount or dose of something craved, especially an intravenous injection of a narcotic.Phrasal Verb:
fix up
1. To improve the appearance or condition of; refurbish.
2. To provide; equip.
3. Informal To provide a companion on a date for: fixed me up with an escort at the last minute.Idiom:
fix (someone's) wagon
To get revenge on another.
[Middle English fixen, from fix, fixed in position, from Latin fxus, past participle of fgere, to fasten; see dhgw- in Indo-European roots.]
fixa·ble adj.
Regional Note: Fixing to ranks with y'all as one of the best known markers of Southern dialects, although it occasionally appears in the informal speech and writing of non-Southerners as well. Fixing to means "to be on the verge of or in preparation for (doing a given thing)," but like the modal auxiliaries, it has only a single invariant form and is not fully inflected like other verbs. Its form is always the present participle followed by the infinitive marker to: They were fixing to leave without me. Semantically, fixing to can refer only to events that immediately follow the speaker's point of reference. One cannot say, "We're fix

DEFINITIONS

TO FIX

1. What you find in written:
To place securely; make stable or firm. To secure to another; attach. To put into a stable or unalterable form. To give a permanent or final form. To capture or hold. To set or place definitely. To determine with accuracy. To agree on.To correct or set right. To restore to proper condition or working order.

2.What its "fixed" in my mind after reading it :
Stable, permanent, agreeness, to set right, to restore to its proper condition"

3. What you find in my heart that restores what you need: healing, commitment, respect, and devotion.

4. What it is and always has been in my soul:

If one has tenderness, one can heal almost everything;
if one is made of steel, one can set right that which has been bent;
if one has understanding to agree, one can hold when its needed;
if one has humility, one can restore what has been injured;
if one has strenght, one can determine comittment;
if one has devotion one can build permanence;
if one has love enough... one can fix everything...

"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.

But the greates of these is love"

Corinthias 13

Who are you?

Should it be fair enough saying

that you are as simply

as one more of the flock ?

a regrettable flaw

my most poignant mistake

an uncertain experience,

a remarkable grief

and the one that has failed me

the worst and the best?

Who are you, who are you?

not the one that had lost me

nor the one that I need

not the one who is waited,

not the smile on my face

Not the one that is there

not the one who supports

Who are you, who are you!?

not the one that holds dear

nor the one who just cares

not the one who complies

or the one that sustains

you are sin, you are poison,

you are treason, you are death...

you are regret, you are sadness

you are void, a letdown

you are hollow, you are selfish

you are dreadful, and poignant

the theft that has stolen

my joy and my peace

You are nothing my darling

but a wrong to forget

B

"If someone is supposing something dreadful might happen

( a tree falling down, a string pulley breaking)

simply suppose that it wont and everyone ends up happier"

Winnie -the- Pooh

LOS LOCOS QUE ME AMARON

Que en la tormenta prevalezca siempre el sentido del humor

Y digo locos- no por haberme amado aunque ellos , los aun vivos, asi lo crean, - sino porque verdaderamente he tenido un imán que los atrae- a los locos de de veritas

Empecemos por el mal amado Murdock que en paz descanse, comparti la vida con el y sino me degolló viva es porque existe un Dios. Luego - y al decir luego, no es en orden descendente o ascendente o periodico o temporal, es solo como mis locos se asoman a mi mente
Pues luego vino Segismundo, con sus ansias pobres de vencer el rechazo; habiendolo podido todo se conformo con tan poco! Ah como me divertia con sus salidas gruesas, tanto ingenio y tanto tanto sarcasmo mordido , quizas el sea quien menos me amo realmente y quien al final ha sabido ser el mas cuerdo ...Salud por ti Segis mudo!
Hay otro locazo que ni menciono- aunque en este momento lo haga en medio de este soliloquio, no lo incluyo ni loca entre mis locos asi que todavia sigue siendo nada
Y sin embargo, creyendose el mismo tan grande, tan grande como Napoleon, su tamano era en muchos sentidos, igualito a Napoleon. Ego enorme, egoISMO inmenso y egostupidez ABISMAL quizas por eso no cabe en el recuerdo de los locos sino mas bien queda en el de los tarupidos


Luego vino el mal habido Juan El Temerario, el mas loco de los locos y el mas puto de los putos pero en medio de su negrura tuvo al final un corazon rosado.


Cuanto otro loco me habra amado en silencio y yo sin darles su chance, si tan divertido que ha sido!


Despues el Gondolero perseguidor de viudas quien me arrebato del siquiatrico gracias a un elevador donde coincidimos
Ah para ese entonces aun no sabia que los locos besasen tan bien!!!!!!!!!!


Y finalmente el ultimo ezquizofrenico: Tarzan, el Hombre Lobo, quien de un zarpazo o dos de ofrecimientos destruyo mi ingenuidad
Ese, el Tarzan ese, Tarzan por aullar y por vivir aun en la selva, a ese si como y cuanto lo quise, lo malo es que su tipo de locura era contagiosa y por mas de un largo ano estuve -gracias a el- mas loca que una cabra tocada por un rayo
Jesus las cosas que le hice!, no lo degolle mas al sur porque DIOS existe!


Y miren, aqui, al decir loca no me refiero a loquear como decimos remilgadamente en mi tierra, ENTIENDASE BIEN eso seria de cajon si asi hubiese debido de ser, pero aqui no es asi, aqui es sobre todo de mente -DEMENTE se entiende y no de culo-
Jamas he "escribido" insolencias ni errores gramaticales a proposito pero que se me valgan hoy por los residuos de locura que los locos que me amaron me dejaron

Que vivan los Yankees!

De tu y yo

quién pierde mas, no se

y como aun te amo

me pregunto esto

y pienso si no te estoy robando algo muy tuyo.

Sin embargo y pensandolo bien

no deberia ...

de ambos pierdo mas yo sin duda alguna:

veras, yo se lo que pierdo

tu, en cambio

ni lo sabes hoy ni lo sabras nunca

First Degree

Te trazo, te delineo, te esbozo de nuevo

pero no con dolor ni con esperanza

sino como vano intento de sostener la marea

del recuerdo tuyo que se intenta escapar

Te llamo, te busco, te sueno, te pienso

pero no como al amor que esperas

sino como a la indiferencia que temes

y que no quieres creer

Te veo, te siento, te espero, te creo

pero no mas como al amigo de un día

sino como al extraño vecino

que con odio te envidia y quiere lastimar

Te miro, te entiendo, te lloro, te amo

y siempre te intento alcanzar en silencio

pero mi ausencia en ti ya borra mi recuerdo

y lo poco que queda con veneno y con sana

cada dia que te abro tu lo vuelves a matar

"Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."

And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:

When love beckons to you follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips"

The Prophet: On Love

All

Here

days are being marked

needs reached

and duties fulfilled

yet...

Theres only one thing that I know

theres only one thing that I breath

theres only one thing that I pursue

theres only one thing that I hope for

Around

the world must be dissolving

humanity may be evolving

children might be laughing

life can be emerging

love can be passing by

yet

theres only one thing that holds us

theres only one thing that brings joy

theres only one thing that conveys future

theres only one thing that has sense...

There

despair is being punished

pride is being staged

foolishness is being practiced

deafness is being given

yet

theres only one thing that can save you

theres only one thing that can fill you

theres only one thing that can ease you

and due to pride, fear, and lethargy

All is unreachable for us

For the mother

Ah that smile, that dignity, that strength

ah those questions, those hopes, that pain

someday my love, everything will be returned to you

the dreams you had

the chances you lost

the laughter you hid

the paths waiting to be walked

I see your hair long and vibrant

waiting to be touched,

I see your feet wanting to be dancing

and see your hands expecting to be guided

and I see yourself

taken to another world

and you assuming what it is expected

I see my eyes and underneath I see the marks

that his absence and your love left there in me

soon a tiny hand so similar to yours

will be touching those marks erasing the pain

that still remains in me;

soon we both will be watching a miracle that is

because of you and because of me

My dear little doll

my hurt and brave little fighter

my sweet and loyal little darling of mine

your laugher will be returned

your dreams will be rebuilt

the promises will be reshaped

someday... I promise you

and those small steps that we already are welcoming

will be someday the pillars of the good

that is and will be waiting there for you

DE LO COTIDIANO

Despierto y en el mismo instante que abro mis ojos, como en tropel desbocado los sentimientos de vacio me inundan y vuelvo a recordar que te has ido, que no hay ya mas esperanza, que se ha acabado el mundo y que yo debo seguir este combate sola.

Despacio salgo de la cama, y empiezo mis tareas cotidianas hablandome quedito, dandome animos diciendome con amor que algo bueno traera el dia.

Estiro y doblo las sabanas y alli del otro lado te veo haciendo como si las estiras para complacerme un poco y en el espejo mi reflejo me regala el tuyo, al lado mio, tu con tu barba afeitandola, yo con mi pelo enrulado abrazandonos incluso, incluso hasta en ese instante

Salgo y en el camino secretamente te voy buscando, esperando que por un extraño milagro hayas decidido finalmente venir a acompanarme y cada dia, cada instante te busco y no te encuentro y me pregunto si en tu propio silencio no escuchas cuando este corazon te llama:

Sera fuerte mi llamado? será así como lo siento? será este dolor inmenso este vacío tremendo capaz de alcanzarlo sin proferir palabra alguna?

El dia y sus rutinas me envuelven y me dan el respiro exacto que necesito para no perder la razon de tanto que te pienso y cuando me doy cuenta, la tarde ya se adentro en el dia y es hora de volver a mi silencio que me espera desde que tu no estas conmigo

En en camino te voy pensando preguntando cosas que nunca hayaran la respuesta que busco

pues la unica que existe es este silencio que no quiero ni entiendo

Que me pides con el si me pides algo? o simplemente quieres que me borre en este olvido callado que no reclama nada? Tan poco soy que me dejas a un lado como si fuese nada?

Que fue de nosotros mi amor, mi dueno querido? que fue con nosotros tan lleno de ilusion, y de alegría y de promesas y sueños...que fue de nosotros que ya nunca pudimos?

si nos sobraba el amor porque nos destruimos y donde, donde ponemos todo esto que sobra, que inunda, que oprime, que dobla y que mata!?

Regreso a la casa donde me necesitan y vuelvo a escuchar tus pasos regresando nada de aquello malo dicho o hecho quedo grabado en este corazon que te ama ...tan solo tu sonrisa y tu ternura y la forma en que me diste la vida que no tuve, esa que nunca antes habia conocido.

Cansada me entrego a otra noche vacía y al descansar mi cuerpo entre las sabanas frias

te pienso y te recuerdo y tu recuerdo me envuelve, y mi respirar tranquilo se vuelve el tuyo propio y el calor de tu aliendo me rodea en sillencio y ya no tengo mas frio porque te pienso cerca y te siento despacio y me duermo en tus brazos y te sueno profundo...

y soy feliz de nuevo

Addicted

One can be addicted to heroin, to cocaine, to flesh

one can be addicted to nicotine, to liquor,to vice

what words then to use to describe what I feel?

Im not addicted to you as you say you are to me

I don't see you as harmful, or as an escape or as an indescribable pleasure

you are much more than that!

I see you and I feel you as the air I need to breath,

as the water I need to drink

as the nourishment I need to get ...to live

I feel you as the blood that runs through my veins

as my heartbeat, as my joy, as my rest

as the sun that I need, as the light that could be,

as the dreams that I dream, as my reason to be

And I feel you as my purpose and my only one

I see you and feel you as the other part of me that makes some sense

the essential part that I need to be a happy me

I see you and feel you as the missing link to peace,

-the one I seeked for,for my entire life

I see you and feel you as my heart, my mind, my lungs

my arms, my laugh, my eyes, my touch,my breath!

No, Im not addicted to you

although I cant seem to find the word that describes best

what I am to you or you to me since we were one

Im not addicted to you and I beg you not to be addicted to me

Need me for life, choose me for good, want me for me

hold me and see me through this mist

reach for my heart, offer your arms and don't let us be

these lost souls addicted to what it is no more

Que te Vaya Bonito ( a different kind of "If")

Si la sonrisa que esbozas proviene de tu alma

y se refleja sincera en tu mirar cansado,

si permites que la brisa te envuelva cada dia

y te llene de gozo y susurre en tu oido,

si cansado en la noche concilias el sueño,

si tu sueno es tranquilo y no lloras dormido,

si no abres tus ojos con cierto desencanto

porque descubres triste que ha empezado el dia;

si la nueva mañana te trae ilusión por la vida

y si logras encontrar en un lugar donde cabes,

si la desgana no es tu mas fiel compañera,

si los dias radiantes no parecen oscuros,

si los recuerdos no impiden danzar por la vida,

si encuentras sentido en cada cosa que haces,

si el olvido no es un algo que persigues con ansias,

si no esperas la muerte como se espera al amigo,

si no hay zozobra que inunda el silencio que vives,

si el silencio no grita el nombre que has amado,

si la vida aun guarda cierto encanto profundo

si aun buscas ser noble, si aun quieres ser bueno

si la musica no hiere y la belleza no ofende

si tu fe sigue intacta y si ya no le buscas

no has salido vencido, ni estas entre las bajas

y sin duda alguna puedes continuar la vida!

Beatriz Illescas

Su su... svelti eh, svelti, veloci... Piano, con calma. Non v'affrettate, eh. Poi non scrivete subito poesie d'amore, eh! Che sono le più difficili aspettate almeno almeno un'ottantina d'anni eh... Scrivetele su un altro argomento, che ne so su... su... il mare, il vento, un termosifone, un tram in ritardo, ecco, che non esiste una cosa più poetica di un'altra, eh? Avete capito? La poesia non è fuori, è dentro! Cos'è la poesia? Non chiedermelo più, guardati nello specchio: la poesia sei tu! E vestitele bene le poesie! Cercate bene le parole! Dovete sceglierle! A volte ci vogliono 8 mesi per trovare una parola! Sceglietele, che la bellezza è cominciata quando qualcuno ha cominciato a scegliere! Da Adamo ed Eva: lo sapete Eva quanto c'ha messo prima di scegliere la foglia di fico giusta? Come mi sta questa, come mi sta questa, come mi sta questa... Ha spogliato tutti i fichi del paradiso terrestre! Innammoratevi! Se non vi innammorate è tutto morto! Morto, tutto è... Vi dovete innammorare e diventa tutto vivo, si muove tutto, dilapidate la gioia! Sperperate l'allegria! Siate tristi e taciturni con esuberanza! Fate soffiare in faccia alla gente la felicità! E come si fa? Fammi vedere gli appunti che mi son scordato! Questo è quello che dovete fare! Non son riuscito a leggerli! Per trasmettere la felicità bisogna essere felici. E per trasmettere il dolore bisogna essere felici. Siate felici! Dovete patire, stare male, soffrire, non abbiate paura a soffrire, tutto il mondo soffre! Eh? E se non avete i mezzi non vi preoccupate, tanto per fare poesia una sola cosa è necessaria: tutto! Avete capito? E non cercate la novità, la novità è la cosa più vecchia che ci sia. E se il pezzo non vi viene da questa posizione, da questa, da così, beh... buttatevi in terra! Mettetevi così! Eccolo qua... Oh! È da distesi che si vede il cielo! Guarda che bellezza, perché non mi ci sono messo prima!? Cosa guardate? I poeti non guardano, vedono! Fatevi obbedire dalle parole! Se la parola... "muro"! "Muro" non ti dà retta... non usatela più per 8 anni, così impara! "Che è questo? Boh! Non lo so!" Questa è la bellezza! Come quei versi là, che voglio che rimangano scritti lì per sempre!...Forza cancellate tutto

Da "La Tigre e la Neve"R Benigni

unbreakable hope

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What do you do with what just stayed behind

that old feeling of yours which cannot be ignored?

What do you do with your eyes looking back

to be seen by those eyes that reflected yourself?

What do you do with what rests in your place

that cannot be just seen, nor vanished from earth

what do you do with what's still in your chest,

still in your soul, and still in your dreams?

What do you do with what still must be said

still must be given, and still must be taught?

What do you do with a call never made,

a touch never felt or a smile never smiled?

What do you do with those questions unfolded

with those passions untamed, with that longing untold?

what do you do with those words left unsaid,

with those nights with no end, with that song with no time?

and what do you do with the future that still lays ahead

when the future means nothing but "this" ...everyday?

Ah este silencio que sabe a polvo seco

que no tiene paz ni tiene gloria alguna

...este silencio que golpea de frente

y me deja tan seca, tan vacía, tan triste

Ah este silencio que huele a tumba abierta

que no es ni deseado ni tampoco bienvenido

este silencio que nos acompaña a ambos

y que nos hiere en la espalda como traidor enemigo

Ah este silencio que sabe a amargura

que no tiene fin ni contiene sentido

que me envuelve de frio, que me dobla del peso

y que susurra a gritos que esta vez si te has ido

Oh there is no emptiness like silence

the silence that is born after a loved one goes

the dreadful silence that kills your hope

when you are expecting that

that wont find you

The silence that takes over your world

for all the words that remained unsaid

for all the deeds that were meant to be

for all the thing you regret u did

Oh the silence that bring such emptiness

that there is no more than dark and pain

the silence that taste like tombs and death

the silence that proves that u are alone

Por que?

Porque los dias se pasan y nos vamos alejando

porque hay como regresar-siempre lo habrá!- pero no a donde

porque la "paz" llena la casa pero la ausencia de la alegria abarca todo

porque entro el equilibrio y se marcho la esperanza

porque tus caricias se sienten aunque recuerde tu espalda

porque se vive sin hambre y se llora sin fuego

porque todo es gris y callado y porque nada me importa

porque manana no tiene ni perfil ni figura

porque el ayer pesa tanto que detiene el olvido

porque los dias se pasan y la distancia aumenta

porque hay como regresar-lo habrá siempre?-pero ya no a donde

porque perdimos nosotros y porque la noche es muy larga

IF

Every time I walk Summer or I ride my bike I find them.

Never too fast but neither slow, they stroll along together like best friends.

I see dozens of couples walking or running every morning but this is my favorite. I cannot tell "his "age, but by seeing him I bet he has been around...
She? Although her cap and her dark glasses hide her age, I can tell by the delicacy and fragileness of her movements that she is not young anymore. But she doesn’t need the strength that youth brings to stroll by his side, she only needs the kind of strength that develops patience and understanding; effort and will.


I’ve seen them in steeping hills, I’ve seen them resting; I’ve seen them when it is raining, I’ve seen them when a storm is coming and also during warm soft days and she always, always keeps his pace

Why are they my favorite? Because there's commitment -from the strong one to the weak one. And also recognition ...from the weak to the strong

And that restores my faith.
Let me explain. He only has three legs.

There’s no way he can walk slowly as probably she needs him to walk. It must be a hard thing for her to keep his pace, but she does it and there you see them striving to do what they need to do but doing it together as a unit achieving it.

Because there’s a reason for everything and because I can't know the truth, I like to imagine what could have happened to him so I can wonder about life while I ride my bike as fast as I can so that the physical pain will overcome again the other pain.

-He was hurt, no doubt about it, maybe he was sick and they had to take the leg away; maybe he was in an accident and she took care of him and kept him even though it was not easy... or "fun"-
I dont know, what I do know is what I see every morning, which is that she loves him enough to understand what he can or cant do, although sometimes I reckon it must be difficult for her

Oh, if only more humans were that way with their loved ones,..
If only I have had found somebody who would see what I needed and with love and care would have slowed or increased his pace understanding that that was what I could do for that precise moment
If only he wouldn’t have forgotten that "one is responsible for his rose"
If only I have been held for that who would see not only "the missing leg" but also had believed in the strength and perseverance of the what indeed was there
If only I have been loved by somebody who would believed in the endless possibilities that love brings to the hurt
If only I have been able to stroll along with him with trust and peace knowing he would never leave.

If only...

No, she is not young anymore, but she has the kind of inner beauty that holds loyalty which in my eyes , makes her shine as she strolls besides her pal.