Poesía me piden…

Hola Juan. Really nice quote – ‘ The pleasure of words are united in our heart and the heart never lies ‘ … Ian

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Me piden que escriba una poesía,

“no hay tema concreto”, se me decía;

yo le dije a ella que a lo mejor no sabría,

porque la poesía es seria, no tontería.

Abro la ventana y la luz empieza a entrar,

yo me siento a la mesa sin saber qué contar,

“¡En qué lío me he metido!”, comienzo a pensar,

pero no soy cobarde, lo voy a intentar.

Si escribo sobre mi perro, ¿gustará?;

si lo hago sobre Literatura, ¿qué me dirán?;

quizá sobre la vida o sobre la sociedad,

o sobre los seres humanos y su maldad.

No, lo filosófico… ¡mejor otro día!,

no están los tiempos para filosofías,

escribiré algo trivial, palabras más vacías,

si quiero que me lean, lo banal es garantía.

¿Y si hablo del viento que escucho ulular?,

¿si hablo de los coches que veo pasar?,

¿si hablo de barcos sin hacerlos navegar?,

lo reconozco, no…

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Storia illustrata

Really nice picture Doru … Ian

Vultureşti

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Keats on the Joy of Singledom and How Solitude Opens Our Creative Channels to Truth and Beauty – Brain Pickings

Really nice post Sarah … Ian

First Night Design

Portrait of John Keats by William Hilton

“The roaring of the wind is my wife and the Stars through the window pane are my Children… I do not live in this world alone but in a thousand worlds.”

BY MARIA POPOVA

“Nourish yourself with grand and austere ideas of beauty that feed the soul… Seek solitude,” the great French artist Eugène Delacroix counseled himself in 1824. Just a few years earlier, another timeless patron saint of the creative spirit extolled the rewards of solitude as a supreme conduit to truth and beauty.

Celebrated as one of the greatest poets humanity has ever produced, John Keats (October 31, 1795–February 23, 1821) married an extraordinary capacity for transcendence with an uncommon share of sorrow. His short life was suffused with loss from a young age — his father died after a horseback accident when Keats was eight and his mother died of…

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