"If a dancer dances – which is not the same as having theories about dancing or wishing to dance or trying to dance or remembering in his body someone else’s dance – but if the dancer dances, everything is there. . . Our ecstasy in dance comes from the possible gift of freedom, the exhilarating moment that this exposing of the bare energy can give us. What is meant is not license, but freedom..." /Merce Cunningham/
2013. június 23., vasárnap
"Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue."
So let's observe the thing, or case, from the distance of an "estrella distante"
As matter of fact:
1.) There are two tribes.
2.) But one of these hates the other, and the raisons are not interesting. There is not a real reason.
3.) The other (which is hated by the first) is much more developed then the first.
4.) The second- let's call it better A (the less educated which hates the other) and B (the more sophisticated tribe) - so B, as she's more developed emotionally as well, feels and suffers to be hated. Naturally.
5.) But B can not decide, as she's intelligent and philanthropic, to say A is just dumb and that's why she hates her. So she searches her own mistakes to be hated by tribe A.
6.) Anyway, as tribe B is intelligent, she's able to move onward by her wisdom and one day she can arrive to the following conclusion : she'll be able to maintain distance, she will able not to undergo the feeling of being hated. She'll stop to suffer, I'm convinced. Anyway, there are other tribes which love tribe B.
2013. június 6., csütörtök
Fuentes
http://www.march.es/publicaciones/pasadas/ensayos/pdf/martinsantos.pdf
http://www.amediavoz.com/azua.htm#AHORA ES MI TURNO, CUANDO CIERRO LOS OJOS...
http://www.amediavoz.com/molinaFoix.htm#H. P. LOVECRAFT
http://www.amediavoz.com/pino.htm#EL SONETO ES TAN ÁGIL
http://www.cervantesvirtual.com/bib/portal/catedravalleinclan/pcuartonivelc25d.html?conten=autor#indice
http://www.amediavoz.com/azua.htm#AHORA ES MI TURNO, CUANDO CIERRO LOS OJOS...
http://www.amediavoz.com/molinaFoix.htm#H. P. LOVECRAFT
http://www.amediavoz.com/pino.htm#EL SONETO ES TAN ÁGIL
http://www.cervantesvirtual.com/bib/portal/catedravalleinclan/pcuartonivelc25d.html?conten=autor#indice
2013. június 5., szerda
Canción de lo interminable
cuando aún no era nadie
luz, diáfana luz,
dormí a menudo
en los arroyos sinuosos.
al devenir en alguien -casi-
piedra, arisca piedra, estriada de hielo
una fuerza enorme me revolcó,
cuesta abajo.
y por fin despejarse, aclarar, vivir:
llama, desnuda llama,
en el esferico espacio infinito
muestro nuestra patria real.
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