Get Out

There's still time

 Don’t give in…
Time…
To reach out and

   again begin.

Accept your shadows,
    Bury your fears,
Release all burdens,
    Take up the flight.

Do not give up

    for this is life.

Continue the journey,
Pursue your dreams,
Unlock time,
Swim in the sky.

Don’t  give up, please do not
Although the cold burns,
    and the fear hurts.
Although the sun is hidden,
    and the wind does not blow,
There's still fire in your soul
    Verve in your dreams.

A new breeze to breathe…

Because life is yours and so is that desire
Because there is wine and there are roses.
Because there are no wounds

 which time cannot heal.

Open doors
Remove bolts,
Leaving only the walls that protect you.

Live life and accept challenges
    Bring back your laughter,
Hum and sing a song,
    Loosen your passion
Unfold your wings
    And try again.

Celebrate this instant and return to heaven.

Because this is the time and the best time, the only time.
Because you're not alone, because I love you.

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 Translated and adapted from Mario Benedetti’s No Te Rindas

Image Just Keep Swimming, author unknown 

 

LONG HOURS

Oscar Wilde once wrote that loving oneself is the beginning of an eternal love story...

 

After Laundry by Falbanka

In the long hours

Of my isolation

Solitude

 Back to reading

Pick up Neruda’s

A way that used to be

So short does it take

The loving

So long

The forgetting

So as not to fall

Or feel apart

First might

 nothing have ever joined us

You and I

And in that kiss

You got to know

All I had never told you

And now that I’ve reached this near

My self

Here

Where I can’t figure

Might these be

The sweetest

Or perhaps the most bitter

Of my longer hours.

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Guitar

The weeping of the guitar

begins.

The goblets of dawn

are smashed.

The weeping of the guitar

begins.

Useless

to silence it.

Impossible 

to silence it.

It weeps monotonously

as water weeps

as the wind weeps

over snowfields.

Impossible

to silence it.

It weeps for distant 

things.

Hot southern sands

yearning for white camellias.

Weeps arrow without target

evening without morning

and the first dead bird

on the branch.

Oh, guitar!

Heart mortally wounded

by five swords.

................. 

The Guitar by Federico García Lorca
translated by Cola Franzen

Image Woman With A Guitar by Pablo Picasso

Instants, What Instants!

Oh! If I could be born again,

Live from the very first moment again,

I would never dare be perfect

I’d make more mistakes

I’d relax more

I’d live and be more full

I would take very few things seriously

I’d take more risks

Make more trips

Climb more mountains

Observe

Really observe more sunsets

I’d swim more rivers

And seas

Go where it’s really deep

I’d go to those places I never did

I’d eat more ice creams

Less beans or peas…

I’d have more real problems

Real, real problems

And many less

Imaginary ones...

But I’ve always been another one of those

Who try to live a prudent and prolific life

Each and every single moment of my life

Without living the very moment of life

Oh yes, I can state I’ve had a few moments of joy - but,
if I could go back I’d try to have only good ones

Because I was never taught what life is made of,
The Now

Been one of those who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer,
or a hot-water bottle,
or an umbrella or a parachute…

If I could live again - I ‘d travel light,
If I could live again - I'd try to work bare feet

From the beginning of spring

Till the end of autumn,
I'd ride more bikes

Learn to skate

Dance and swim more often

All the time I had time,

Time…

If I could be born again

If I could live from the very first moment again…

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Adapted from Instants by Jorge Luis Borges.