cabecera
















¿Acaso en verdad se vive en la tierra?

No para siempre en la tierra,
solamente un poco aquí.
Aunque sea jade, se rompe.
Aunque sea oro, se hiende,
y el plumaje de quetzal se quiebra.
No para siempre en la tierra,
solamente un poco aquí.

Netzahualcóyotl de Texcoco


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16 de junio de 2017

                                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                                      



                                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                                       



Merlaska (del album Musical Landscapes)
Música de Vicente Orjales Galdo (Galdson)


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8 de junio de 2017






















29 de mayo de 2017

                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                             

                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                   
No agite mi voz nunca el aire.



















17 de mayo de 2017


























7 de mayo de 2017

                                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                              

                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                             


La más hermosa flor que existe
siempre abierta dentro del corazón.







7 de abril de 2017



























31 de marzo de 2017

                                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                                       

Palabras en una pared

                                                                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                        
Lo encontré por ahí,                                                                                                                
en una pared, en una ciudad                                                                 
cualquiera                                                                                                                                     
                                                                                                                                                       
Me recordó, sólo un poco, a A thousand kisses deep                                                              
El día siete, de abril, hará cinco meses que se fue, pero él                                                    
su voz y sus versos                                                                                                           
siguen haciéndonos sentir                                                                                     
                                                                                                                                                              
Gracias, siempre Leonard                                                                                              







A mil besos de profundidad (A thousand kisses deep)
para Sandy, 1945-1998
(de “El libro del anhelo”)





“Devuélveme mi lista de la infancia
le susurré al polvo cuando se terminó el sendero…”

L.C.







22 de marzo de 2017





Mar cantábrico





















16 de marzo de 2017

haiku


                                                                                                                 




Soplaba el viento:
un aroma de flores
después del frío.


A Andrei Langa

. . .


Rafale de vânt:
un miros de flori dalbe
venit după frig.


*trad. în română de Andrei Langa