- Keeping Quiet - Pablo Neruda
- Knife - Mary Oliver
- Monedita - Santa Cecilia
Keeping Quiet
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still
For once on the face of the earth,
let's stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.
Fisherman in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would not look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;...
If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead in winter
and later proves to be alive.
Now I'll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.
- Pablo Neruda
Knife
Something
just now
moved through my heart
like the thinnest of blades
as that red-tail pumped
once with its great wings
and flew above the gray, cracked
rock wall.
It wasn't
about the bird, it was
something about the way
stone stays
mute and put, whatever
goes flashing by.
Sometimes,
when I sit like this, quiet,
all the dreams of my blood
and all outrageous divisions of time
seem ready to leave,
to slide out of me.
Then, I imagine, I would never move.
By now
the hawk has flown five miles
at least,
dazzling whoever else has happened
to look up.
I was dazzled. But that
wasn't the knife.
It was the sheer, dense wall
of blind stone
without a pinch of hope
or a single unfulfilled desire
sponging up and reflecting,
so brilliantly,
as it has for centuries,
the sun's fire.
- Mary Oliver
Monedita
Bonito tu trajecito ¿cuánto das por la apariencia?
Bonito tu cochecito ¿no te pesa en la conciencia?
Brillante tu anillito, te pasaste de la cuenta
Muy fan si tu relojito es de town town no me mientas
Tu vida se ve obscura sin el brillo en la moneda
Nada nada se te luce si no es nuevo de la tienda
y yo que tengo poquito me alcanza para la fiesta, me río y no necesito
Ni millones, ni pantalones de piel que cuesten mas que la quincena, eso trae problemas
No quiero ni mansiones, ni vacaciones bebiendo en alta mar
eso trae problemas, eso no cura la pena.
Yo tengo una casa humilde
pero llena de esperanza.
Yo tengo una bicicleta que me lleva a donde vaya.
La luna es mi compañera cuando las luces se apagan
el sol brilla mas que el oro cuando abro mi ventana...soy libre y no necesito
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