Following are Spanish and English versions of “The Unending Gift” by Jose Luis Borges. I find this piece particularly moving, for possibility is the highest gift. The Unending Gift – Spanish (English below) “Un pintor nos prometió un cuadro. Ahora, Continue reading
Te quiero bien sin dudas, sin rencores sin celos, ni temores; ausente de pasiones, e inhundada en razones. A corazón lleno, como se quiere lo merecido, lo trabajado y lo ganado. Como el valor no codiciado, te quiero bien. Te Continue reading
Romance is a garment in the washing machine. It needs the right setting and temperature to clean. With frequent washes, colors will fade. The garment might shrink, or it could even break. But if break it doesn’t, and time it Continue reading
Mother prison, seven billion strong. Beyond your waters, space for walls. An army of sleepers, calling you a stage. Most of them dreaming, some wide awake. Taking avatars for a ride in a quantum slumber that some call life. Just Continue reading
Love me when there’s nothing to love: when the hair has thinned, when the thin has gone. Love me when it’s inconvenient: when you can’t see me at all, when you can’t count on me. Love me when you get Continue reading
Silent bliss, of being next to. I want nothing more. Times like this, under the sun gazing at the sky on a fallen log. Rainbows of chalk grace the pavement with hues of orange, and shirts; with shades of blue, Continue reading
Mother’s day poems are about celebrating mom’s love, work and endless creativity: Mother, you channel life. From creative wombs, countless designs. A princess, a queen with power born. Nature and merit secure your throne. Mother, through you the source of Continue reading
Aprendì a mirarte sin que sepas que ahì estoy; a apreciarte sin tenerte, a acariciarte sin manos, a hablarte sin voz. Aprendì a diseñar pensamientos puros, programas avanzados que se transportan y descargan correctamente en ti, desapercibidos. Comprendì que siempre Continue reading
My roses, yellow my heart, blue… and for every touch of your tender hands harmonic ripples vibrate inside in subtle waves of pink and white. For the little things, you flickering lights in the dark and for every passion, red Continue reading
No es una playa vacìa, sino el agua que està frìa. No es la neblina eterna, sino la cama sin piernas. No es un brujo en San Juan fumando cigarros con velones prendidos y fotografìas al revès. No es una Continue reading
You’re one of those who folds yours socks but don’t make your bed, who wears a cross but chants Om, who is pro-life but believes in choice. I’m one of those who talks too much but prefers silence, who cares Continue reading
You won’t remember me for the things I gave you but for those I didn’t take away; not because I gave you freedom but because I didn’t clip your wings. You won’t think of the laughs I caused, but of Continue reading
They rushed out of the water and sat in the sand, covered with years, maybe decades of life. Once used, now picked up… they really don’t know the difference. If you hold them to your ear you can hear the Continue reading
Cuànto camino recorrer hasta llegar a ti cuànta tierra cavar, cuàntos botes anclar cuànta lagrimas llorar cuànta agua beber. Cuàntos dìas de hablarte en silencio sin que me escucharas Cuàntas horas deseàndote lo mejor y sintiendo lo peor Cuànto aguarse Continue reading
If there’s after life, live. If this is all there is, with more reason live. If the world is ending, live. If the wheels keep on spinning, live. Live as though there’s no tomorrow. Live, if the river flows or Continue reading
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