Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Piropos cubanos
"Si cocinas como caminas, me comiera hasta la raspa"
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Brahma - Emerson
If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain
think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and
pass, and turn again.
Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and
sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
And one to me
are shame and fame.
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they
fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
I am the hymn
the Brahmin sings.
The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain
the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and
turn thy back on heaven.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)