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"A poem gold: stradivarius watered with Georgian brandy"

Colors - Josef Hruby (Czech Republic, 1932)

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glass Flight ...

And what flies in me says

in equation errant wings.

fly in a glass hummingbirds

shaking burning emeralds

and partridge shakes

green soul

mint flying in the mist.

Pablo Neruda
(bird art from 1961 to 1965)

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Neruda, Neruda always ...

The 35 anniversary of the death of poet Pablo Neruda went virtually unnoticed yesterday in Chile where only the foundation that bears his name, the Communist Party and a columnist was reminded. The poet (1904-1973), winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971, died on September 23, 1973, twelve days after the Pinochet coup.

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He or she who does not travel, who does not read
,
who does not listen to music,
who does not laugh at yourself.


Dies slowly he who destroys his self love,
who did not even try.


Dies slowly he who transforms himself in slave of habit
repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change
brand
dare not change the color of their clothing
or not talk to who do not know.


Dies slowly he who avoids a passion and emotions swirling, they just
returning
brightness to the eyes and restore the brokenhearted.


dies slowly who does not turn the steering wheel
is unhappy with his work or his love,
who does not risk certainty or uncertainty, to thus follow a dream
who is not allowed, not even once in their life,
away from sensible advice ...

lives today! Hazards
today!
Do it today!
Do not be dying slowly!
not prevent you from being happy!


Text Pablo Neruda

Salut!

Chemistry Of Levaquin

Ayyy, which are vague

Vagos, scattered, busy, writing in other forums and other blogs. The birthday flood and will not turn on or a candle to sing the japiberzdei. Yet we know that we read and write to us and friends are always nearby. Mysteriously, as those plants that left to themselves are filled with flowers, the flood is increasingly visits. Good thing we have done. Return. Good and floods
night.

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In flight trailer ... Atahualpa

HAVE FOUR WINGS BUTTERFLY ...

butterfly has four wings;

flying you have four lines;

she, turning, slipping through the flowers

you by the lips, turning, sliding.

As lights his robe, you exhale

your way divine brightness,

and pretend eight flights Shakers

your four oars and four blades.

soul you already entangled in a complaint,

and the blue bell of a fence,

and a shawl in the airy fringe.

In the Andalusian town, couplet, you were born,

and have musical bird, thy nest

of the guitar in the hollow sound.

........ ..................

Salvador Rueda

1857 1933

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Dreams

No song passed the river,

why would it be?.

leak path width,

must be silent.

With eyes of other years,

and other times I looked,

harvested on a watchtower,

the palm of Montiel.

The shadow of my horse,

by the river I saw.

The shadow of my horse,

riverside I saw.

I was struck at the soul,

the miles I walked on it.

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Igor Mitoraj

Nascita di Eros

... because the bronze glow under the blue sky best expressed the idea that all the corporeal is singular and unique. But those statues unearthed the Renaissance, secular covered with black and green patina, and full of respect and nostalgia savored at length this historic impression. Since then our sense of the way that black sanctified and that green "remote", and today, that produces bronze printing on our ward, it is essential to the patina, as confirmation that maliciously art form that we are not interested per se same. What does it mean for us a dome, a bronze figure, without the patina that instead of immediate shine gives a tone of yesteryear and there? Have we come so far as to artificially produce the patina?
But the lifting of the mold to the category of an artistic medium with its own significance, holds an even deeper meaning. Did not the Greeks have considered that artificial production of the patina as a destruction of the artwork? The Greeks, for spiritual reasons, rejected the green of the distant space. But not only the color. The patina is a symbol of the transitory and, therefore, is in good relationship with the symbols of the clock and the burial. Shows the eagerness with which the Faustian soul grown ruins, evidence of the distant past.

Oswald Spengler

The Decline of the West

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A distant green wood, shadows ...


I'll write as if I did not write.
You'll have my song, the vague accent,
- transfixed in silent suffering -
a wooden bird with wings
and guess, it will arrive, even,
a fraction of the torment.

hoarse already, and breathless,
write as if they feel;
as if it were someone else or all
yesterday was part of a furniture and rto;
as if, across the desert,
already passed the last bend
of life, happy not known,
the shadows at last I have discovered.

Rafael Valero (The poetry of Hosea)

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Wood, Wings ...

ALAS / WOOD

cracking sound waves at the stern of the stern. The barge undulates afternoon ... and the river, miraculously neat, lame old wood and hardware that imprisons.
At this hour the stillness crushes things and beings. The old color displays coast, worn by the incessant sudestada, last fall, moved from pure whim.
The boat lives, sighs, chatters. Old wood, injured, decayed, pops. Above the wings, yellow sails down, waiting to be collected.
(Alas and wood. Alas / candles, sky stuff, free, oxygenated, cool, ventilated area. Wood crib earthly plant order, anointed in humus, friendly, family)
Today dove into the water, sails drenched and maternal keel. Furrowed gray river channels which, miles to the east, opens onto the sea in a geographical confusion of widths.
(Alas the wind, rigging wings, wings / sails the high seas. Wooden water, nautical tree, wood / shell sea)
was the last outing. Rest your head in the corner now that the banks formed perhaps for holding them. At the bottom of the keel, rudder and hold memories drown aftershocks.
(Wings / air wing / salt, wood / clay, wood / vital) Casca
waves without repeating their sounds. The barge gently collapses in the afternoon and, docile, yet rocking, is delivered to the coastal landscape full of forgotten junk sailing.
(Alas sad, rotten wood ... Wings / timber / barge ...)
BENEDETTI25 ESTELA MARIA MAY, AUGUST 2005

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Technique: Xilofagografía

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And talk to your eyes ... Autorretrato.Neruda

I love to say what I feel

I love doing it without a voice

I love not having words to describe today

I love being me

I love having said

No word

And having said so much

I love to say I love

Mirarte ear

eyes and speak to

is I am convinced

De say the least

I said nothing much

And I forgot to say

That I love

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Adjusting Polaris Suspension

cachivachero Neruda ...





Strolling along the beach of Isla Negra, found a board, was a door of a wrecked ship that had made him his desk ...

His sense of humor ...

Portrait of Pablo Neruda

For my part I am or think I'm hard-nosed, minimum
eyes, sparse hairs on the head, abdomen
growing, leg length, width
soles, yellow complexion,
generous love, impossible calculations,
confusing words, soft hands, walking slowly
, stainless heart,
amateur stars, tides, tidal waves,
fan of beetles, sand Walker,
clumsy institutions, Chile in perpetuity,
friend of my friends, dumb enemies among birds
nosy, rude at home,
shy in the classroom, sorry no object,
horrible manager , sailor mouth and herbalist
ink, discreet among animals,
lucky clouds, market researcher, dark
libraries, melancholy in the mountains, forests
tireless, slow to answer, witty
years later, vulgar throughout the year, glowing
with my notebook, monumental appetite,
tiger sleeping in the quiet joy of heaven inspector
night worker invisible,
messy, persistent, courageous by necessity, cowardly
sinless vocation sleepy, friendly
women, asset condition, poet
curse and utter fool. Pablo Neruda