Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Irati y yo

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Hoy quiero ser un tomate o una manzana


no estoy muy segura pero seguro que me alegra el día:
Via Shanalogic

Saturday, August 14, 2004


angeles en Berlin

unos amigos míos me pidieron que cuidara de sus plantas mientras estaban de viaje, ahora mismo imagino que estarán paseando por las calles de Berlin..., ójala pudiera volver pronto..., así que ayer fui por segunda vez a su casa y tomé prestada una pelicula que quería ver desde hace mucho tiempo,El cielo sobre Berlin, que coincidencia no? una pelicula preciosa, que voy a incluir en mi particular bazar de la felicidad....sobre todo esta poesía: que os parece?

Song of Childhood (Lied vom Kindsein) by Peter Handke

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people. does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?

When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach,
on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now,
and not just because it has to.

When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.

It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.

When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.

When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, …bread,
And so it is even now.

When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw, a
nd do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.

When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.


con zapatos nuevos...
Casi sin darme cuenta estoy aquí contando historias y descubriendo cosas bonitas que espero que nos hagan ser un poco más felices, el bazar es inmenso así que ahí va la busqueda para este fin de semana...me hace feliz:
mirar las ilustraciones de Miroslav Sasek y S. Britt
www.miroslavsasek.com
www.sbritt.com
la fotografía de Inge Morath
www.clubcultura.com/clubfoto/morath/ingemorath.htm
la música de Clem Snide , la voz y las letras de Eef Barzelay (inolvidables después de verlos en directo)
www.clemsnide.org
Jaques Tati y Mi Tío
www.tativille.com


me hace feliz pensar en mis próximas y deseadas vacaciones...