Lo que queda cuando se van a dormir los nenes, cuando termina la jornada, cuando nadie espera una respuesta, cuando Marcelo navega o hace música o pinta, cuando lo miro pintar, cuando abro el laptop para escribir, cuando leo y releo lo que escribí cuando me sentía muy bien, muy mal o muy ialei.
My place, my time, my moment, my dear ialei state of mind.
jueves, 6 de septiembre de 2007
Camino la noche
Camino la noche
como quien descorre velos.
Solo para ver detrás
como se espesa la oscuridad.
Pero vibro con el solo hecho
de que me miren escondidas las ideas
Exhibo mi necesidad de conocer
impúdicamente ignorante.
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Anónimo
dijo...
Ray Bradbury, in his delightful collection of essays, Zen in the Art of Writing (i'll loan it to you if you want to read it), said his ideas were like cats. If you want to reach down and grab them, they run away.
If you sit comfortably en la espesa oscuridad, they sneak up behind you. He says that's when he turns and jumps on them.
I have a feeling that is when you stay still and let them nuzzle.
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Ray Bradbury, in his delightful collection of essays, Zen in the Art of Writing (i'll loan it to you if you want to read it), said his ideas were like cats. If you want to reach down and grab them, they run away.
If you sit comfortably en la espesa oscuridad, they sneak up behind you. He says that's when he turns and jumps on them.
I have a feeling that is when you stay still and let them nuzzle.
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