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La gota de agua
Oh gota musical que se separa
de la inmortalidad y oye mi oído
caer continuamente en el olvido
de mi honda penumbra, oh gota clara!
Una estrofilla de infantil dulzura,
sólo en la fuente alguna vez oída,
me ejecuta en el alma la caída
inmaterial de aquella gota pura.
De un agua fresca como cisterna,
mi pozo espiritual colma la gota;
y sin querer tengo una voz remota
y a todas horas la mirada tierna.
Oh gota de agua dulce que te estancas
en mi profundidad, de cuyo hueco
interminable sube un eco
que es como un vuelo de palabras blancas.
Oh gota musical que me deparas
el milagro ideal de tu caída,
cáeme siempre, siempre, que mi vida
vive en el canto de tus notas claras.
José Pedroni
Extr. Soneto VIII de Pablo Neruda.
...En tu abrazo yo abrazo lo que existe,
la arena, el tiempo, el árbol de la lluvia,
y todo vive para que yo viva:
sin ir tan lejos puedo verlo todo:
veo en tu vida todo lo viviente.
Forget-Me-Nots, an old-fashioned flower that I adore. I just wish that they lasted longer.
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Cada rosa gentil ayer nacida, cada aurora que apunta entre sonrojos, dejan mi alma en el éxtasis sumida… ¡Nunca se cansan de mirar mis ojos el perpetuo milagro de la vida! Años ha que contemplo las estrellas en las diáfanas noches españolas y las encuentro cada vez mas bellas. Años ha que en el mar, conmigo a solas, de las olas escucho las querellas, y aun me pasma el prodigio de las olas! Cada vez hallo la Naturaleza más sobrenatural, más pura y santa, Para mí, en rededor, todo es belleza; y con la misma plenitud me encanta la boca de la madre cuando reza que la boca del niño cuando canta. Quiero ser inmortal, con sed intensa, porque es maravilloso el panorama con que nos brinda la creación inmensa; porque cada lucero me reclama, diciéndome, al brillar: «Aquí se piensa, también aquí se lucha, aquí se ama». Amado Nervo.
for a new week with tough decisions in the US elections and another nationwide 'minor lockdown'!
Have a Happy Blue Monday!
with this common chicory / Gemeine Wegwarte (Cichorium intybus)
at Main Cemetery / Hauptfriedhof, Frankfurt-Nordend, Germany
Hello everyone,
Yesterday I spotted some multi-coloured poppies. Much to my delight, a hoverfly came to visit! Actually, there were tons of hoverflies buzzing around, so I guess they like poppies as much as I do!
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for a HBW!
Mountain hydrangea / Tellerhortensie (Hydrangea serrata)
in our garden - Frankfurt-Nordend
More pictures, showing the diversity of this plant species throughout the whole year, in my NEW Hydrangea Collection
Hello there,
For two summers, I've had my eye on a small rose bush that I often walk by. There aren't many blooms and the few that have been there were not accessible to photograph from the sidewalk. Finally, my luck turned and one bloom was in the right spot (for me)!
Have a wonderful day and weekend!
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Importa la noche
cuando brilla el universo por las calles.
Importa el río, musita cantos íntimos.
Importa el sabor a menta
cuando me acribillas a besos y la luz del visillo
nos oculta.
Importa tejer mil formas
de amarte y que me amarres en tu bahía.
Importa el aire pero aún más,
el dulce soplo que esparce las semillas.
DIENTE DE LEÓN(c) Antonio Portillo Casado
for a happy spring Friday !
with a Grecian Windflower / Strahlenanemone (Anemone blanda)
from Botanical Garden, Frankfurt
More anemones in my personal "from-spring-to-autumn" Anemone Collection.
Part of getting through life is accepting, and dealing with, our weaknesses. Which doesn't mean they aren't still a pain in the butt.
Me, I'm over-sensitive to all kinds of sensory input - and input affecting my sensors. For instance, even in August in our constant ocean breezes, I daren't go outside without my ears covered.
This is, of course, a huuuge pain. When everyone else is out in shorts and bathing suits, I'm sweating with a big fleecy band around my head. It sucks, but the alternative (excruciating ear aches) sucks a whole lot worse.
I'm also overly sensitive to noise. And bright light. Especially bright flashing light that hits my eyes unexpectedly. So... imagine how much fun I am as a companion at a rawk show. Normally I take along ear plugs. Last night I forgot.
I guess I was lulled into complacency by the fact that the show was at a theatre. A play house. A place I last attended in my teens, when I saw some Shakespearean production there. So yeah... I went in plugless. And immediately regretted it. Still... I was up for enjoying myself... until the %$(*&$%(&ing light show started.
I can't imagine whose idea it was to flash big spotlights directly into the audience's eyes repeatedly throughout the night. Probably the same wise person who decided a super-bright sign behind the band... illuminated by 10,000 1,000 watt bulbs... was also a very good thing to flash repeatedly in the audience's eyes.
What really amazed me was that no one else seemed bothered. Whereas I was in several sorts of agony all night.
The bright flashing lights. Fuck, man. I thought I was gonna have a seizure or something. I ended up spending most of the night doubled over with my head in my lap, eyes closed, hands clamped over my face. Every time I tried to enjoy actually watching the band... zappo! Unexpected blasts of super-bright white light set off pinball explosions in my brain.
So today is pretty much a write-off. Migraine city, man.
And I HATE HATE HATE that my body is so delicate.
I'm from sturdy peasant stock. Why am I so fragile? Why do things that normal people take in stride disable me?
Sorry for the whining self-pity. Kee-rist. At least I know, without a doubt, that I am now too old for rawk shows. Goodbye youth. Your time has come and gone. From now on I'll just satisfy myself by listening to records at home.
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A very pretty rhododendon that was part of a display at "The Leaf," a major horticultural attraction here in Winnipeg.
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Doña Primavera
viste que es primor,
viste en limonero
y en naranjo en flor.
Lleva por sandalias
unas anchas hojas,
y por caravanas
unas fucsias rojas.
Salid a encontrarla
por esos caminos.
¡Va loca de soles
y loca de trinos!
Doña Primavera
de aliento fecundo,
se ríe de todas
las penas del mundo...
No cree al que le hable
de las vidas ruines.
¿Cómo va a toparlas
entre los jazmines?
¿Cómo va a encontralas
junto de las fuentes
de espejos dorados
y cantos ardientes?
De la tierra enferma
en las pardas grietas,
enciende rosales
de rojas piruetas.
Pone sus encajes,
prende sus verduras,
en la piedra triste
de las sepulturas...
Doña Primavera
de manos gloriosas,
haz que por la vida
derramemos rosas:
Rosas de alegría,
rosas de perdón,
rosas de cariño,
y de exultación.
Gabriela Mistral