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Te leía a Boccaccio aunque preferiste a Coelho…
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Sometimes I feel like
I got something to say
I never say thank you
I think I let you down
For all the things I’ve done
Yes, you’re lovely
With your smile so warm
Nobody is gonna tell me I can’t
I’m gonna
Dream Dream
Arquitecto de mi destino
Platicando con la sheppita de mi corazón y después de recibir también una buena cantidad de comentarios de varios amiguetos -palabra de Janra hahaha- pues he llegado a esta frase irreverente
Uno es el arquitecto de su propio destino, tus amigos son los albañiles porque te ayudan a construir el show y los fenónemos meteorólogicos son tus enemigos ya que tratan de chingar tu desmadre! – Carlos Romero
Llevaremos así el show y esperemos no caer ante la poderosa e indomable «DA» Muchas gracias a Miguel Hurtado, Jessica Viveros y a Diana Franco por sus ilustres comentarios 🙂
Al Perderte Yo A Ti
Hace aproximadamente 2 semanas que estábamos en clase de Adriana, veíamos lo relacionado a reading skills y el equipo que presentó pues invitó a unas maestras que pertenecían a «sabequechingaos» de lectura. En ese rato de lectura nos proporcionaron varias cositas para desarrollar nuestras habilidades lectoras, y lo que me acordé que vimos fue acerca de un poema.
El poema es de Ernesto Cardenal y se llama Al Perderte Yo A Ti
Al perderte yo a ti tú y yo hemos perdido:
yo porque tú eras lo que yo más amaba
y tú porque yo era el que te amaba más.
Pero de nosotros dos tú pierdes más que yo:
porque yo podré amar a otras como te amaba a ti
pero a ti no te amarán como te amaba yo.
Al momento de unir cada oración (nos dieron el poema desordenado, lo teníamos que unir) me quedé atónito al leerlo de manera apropiada, simplemente me quede así de no mames!
Lo que me resultó realmente increíble fue que Ernesto Cardenal le pone ese toque maestro al decir que «él podrá amar a otros justo como la amaba a ella» y la verdad no sé si yo pueda aplicar sobre ese mismo ejemplo. Creo que nunca alguien va a amar a una persona como tú lo hiciste, y de igual manera no creo para nada que tú puedas amar nuevamente justo como amaste a esa persona; me explico?
Creo que es radicalmente imposible que ambos factores sean verosímiles… ¿Ustedes qué opinan?
1+1=1
A long, long time ago, there was this black and peculiar sparrow called Canaoa. He was as black as a tremendously somber ebony and it was due to the heredity of his African parents. This little bird used to live very happy in his enormous house in Morocco until he met this gorgeous pigeon called Naea; an extremely white bird with small wings but huge grace. He met her at the shore of the Baht River, she was flapping her wings looking for a mate and Canaoa was simply having fun flying, from here to there when he saw her. He was so amazed by Naea’s beauty that he decided to alight over an awful reed to appreciate her amazing beauty. Canaoa had never ever seen such beautiful dance in the air, so he became interested and he approached her and began to utter. She did not understand at all what he was bidding, but she felt something very deep in her heart; something magical, something mystical, something that cannot be explained. Canaoa was uttering plenty of things and he reckoned he should go away though his thoughts were understood by Naea. It was love at first sight, but there were some issues; the different languages that they spoke, and the historical quarrels and conflicts that these two families had gone throughout centuries. They did not mind these cruel situations and so they started to hang out with all the required caution in the world because they did not want to get caught. Time flew by and they got engaged, ad interim the relationship was sublime for them, they did not have any “major” problems until the doves spread gossip about to both families. Naea’s family placed Naea in a cage before having the pleasure of seeing the glare of the sun while Canaoa’s family expelled him to the bleak northeast. He had always been as hard as nails, but something that he could not deal with was the absence of his dazzling mate. His thoughts about her were unclear and frustrating, so he resigned from his beloved and committed himself to slumber in the most unreachable frozen craggy Siberian Mountain. He decided to go there because he did not want to be found and be cataloged as some scum who did not fight for his soul mate…
Carlos Romero 