Quien llora entre los que duelan,
Quien rie entre los que duelan,
Quien llora por los que dicen
Quien siente porque te burlan
Te exponen nuevamente
Te molestan
Te seducen
Te sacuden
tampoco hacen el amor
por falta de alimento para los corazones
La falta de corazon
Es humana
Y como perforarse sin derramar
Un gramo de intimidad
Sin derramar un gramo de ligera y virosica soberbia
Que aquellos que se burlan
Se alejen
Que aquellos que desean mal
Se mezclen entre eso
Que aquellos que no pueden
Se duerman
En un sueño dulce lleno de colores
Que se colmen de luces
Y que emprendan su destino
Here are the recipes I’m throwing together to make dinner tomorrow, very easy, low key, and as Paleo as possible… have a beautiful festival!
Charoset, Paleo
2 apples, peeled, cored and cut into cubes
2 cups walnuts, chopped
1 teaspoon cinnamon
½ cup orange juice, freshly…
oh, so fast this time came back to me
everybody is still here
they dance with my dreams on their eyes
they put their eyes on my shoulder
they walk with the head straight up
with pride, like one should be when believing
they tell them with a smile
but as I go, I cry
my body says it all
for all the animals of this kingdom
the ones permitted and the ones not,
some fearful beasts
are coming this way
before my rest
those that you never listen
and the ones you never tell,
are riding to my place
the sky walks like a car
on wheels of wind, air and sound
is going fast and fading
through thunders and stars
along the street where my home is
with small lights
I see the people that were there
close to me and closer
their fees, what would they do with money?
but my feelings are on and ending
and those who are the ghosts among the living
the living of me
for them I wish the slightest light
the slightest move
the slightest sound
and silence
Piet Mondrian - Evolution, 1910-11. Oil on canvas, 178 x 85 cm. Gemeentemuseum, the Hague, Netherlands
John William Waterhouse - Windswept, 1902. Oil on canvas, 44 7/8 x 31 inches (114 x 79 cm). Private Collection