Una mirada se vislumbra.
Una pareja riendo.
Un sentimiento creciente.
Un amor naciendo.

Un malentendido se apresura.
Una lágrima cayendo.
El corazón hecho trizas.
Y el amor está muriendo.

El cielo se desnuda.
Ya las nubes se están yendo.
El corazón se levanta,
y la vida sigue siendo.

Ni la ironía se declara,
ni la tempestad apareciendo,
las estrellas se alinean,
si el amor es verdadero.

Carta de Mary I a Henry VIII

This letter was written on 22 June 1536. In it, Princess Mary acknowledges the annulment of her parents' marriage, her own illegitimacy, and her father's position as head of a new English church.

'Most humbly prostrate before the feet of your most excellent majesty, your most humble, so faithful and obedient subject, who has so extremely offended your most gracious highness that my heavy and fearful heart dare not presume to call you father, deserving of nothing from your majesty, save that the kindness of your most blessed nature does surmount all evils, offences and trespasses, and is ever merciful and ready to accept the penitent calling for grace, at any fitting time. Having received this Thursday, at night, certain letters from Mr Secretary to whom I had lately written advising me to make my humble submission immediately to your self, which I dared not, without your gracious licence, presume to do before, and signifying that your most merciful heart and fatherly pity had granted me your blessing, with the condition that I should persevere in which I had commenced and begun; and that I should not again offend your majesty by the denial or refusal of any such articles and commandments as it may please your highness to address to me, for the perfect trial of my heart and inward affection, for the perfect declaration of the depths of my heart.
First, I acknowledge myself to have most unkindly and unnaturally offended your most excellent highness, in that I have not submitted myself to your most just and virtuous laws; and for my offence therein, which I must confess was in me a thousandfold more grievous than it could be in any other living creature, I put myself wholly and entirely at your gracious mercy; at whose hands I cannot receive that punishment for the same which I have deserved.
Secondly, to open my heart to your grace, in these things which I have before refused to condescend to, and have now written with my own hand, sending them to your highness herewith, I shall never beseech your grace to have pity and compassion on me if ever you shall perceive that I shall, secretly or openly, vary or alter from one piece of that which I have written and subscribed, or refuse to confirm, ratify or declare the same, wherever your majesty shall appoint me.
Thirdly, as I have and will, knowing your excellent learning, virtue, wisdom and knowledge, put my soul under your direction, and by the same have and will in all things henceforth direct my conscience, so I wholly commit my body to your mercy and fatherly pity; desiring no state, no condition, nor no manner or degree of living but such as your grace shall appoint unto me; knowing and confessing that my state cannot be so vile as either the extremity of justice would appoint to me, or as my offences have required and deserved. And whatsoever your grace shall command me to do, touching any of these points, either for things past, present or to come, I shall gladly do the same as your majesty can command me.
Your Grace's most humble and obedient daughter and handmaid, Mary.'

Palabras para Lidia

Lidia abona un jardín ajardinado,
Lidia zurce el jirón de una bandera,
Lidia, siempre que emigra de Belgrado,
se olvida el corazón en la frontera.

Lidia huérfana, altiva, partisana,
serbia loca, sensata de remate,
disparate de fines de semana,
calcetines de lana con tomate.

Lidia pomada, electra, catecismo,
Lidia que duda más de lo que duda,
Lidia raíz cuadrada de mi mismo.

Lidia aceite y vinagre de la tierra,
Lidia atavismo cuando se desnuda
para hacer el amor y no la guerra.

Joaquín Sabina.

Este poema marcó una gran época de mi vida . Gracias, nunca te olvidaré ( tú ya sabes ).

A mi abuela

Ya te vemos dormida.
Tu barca es de madera por la orilla.

Blanca princesa de nunca.
¡Duerme por la noche oscura!
Cuerpo y tierra de nieve.
Duerme por el alba, ¡duerme!

Ya te alejas dormida.
¡Tu barca es bruma, sueño, por la orilla!



Federico García Lorca.

Desncansa en paz. Nunca te pienso olvidar.

25 - Diciembre - 2009

Y nunca fue tan duro despertar ...

La falta de un rayo sol me ha alcanzado por completo.

Esta mañana me desperté con la sensación de haber perdido la sonrisa que tanto he estado ensayando.

Aquel contínuo sueño dejó de estancarse esta noche para que yo consiguiera llegar al final de ese túnel metafórico ... y fue ahí donde desperté, queriendo volver a la inconsciencia y sentirme de nuevo volar en un mundo irreal, un mundo en el que todo era mejor, un mundo en el que era feliz de verdad.

Cómo decir a los demás que te sientes bien cuando eso no es verdad ... cómo intentar parecerlo cuando lo único que quieres es soñar para siempre y ser feliz en un mundo irreal, cómo seguir adelante cuando no necesitamos nada de nadie ...

Duele sólo el pensar que quizás jamás seremos felices ... pero hemos de intentar que todo aquello por lo que hemos luchado no caiga en el olvido.

Quizás cuando el mundo esté preparado para ser feliz podamos serlo nosotros también. Ni guerras, ni enfermedades, ni males ... necesitamos carcajadas que nos hagan llorar, estallidos que nos hagan sentir que por una vez, conseguimos ser felices.

Ahora solo puedo esperar que aquel sueño se haga realidad, y que los demás sueños que vengan no se asemejen ni siquiera un poco a él ... necesito que sea el único sueño en mi vida.

Y nunca fue tan duro despertar ...

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's reputation as dramatist and poet actor is unique and he is considered by many to be the greatest playwright of all time, although many of the facts of his life remain mysterious.

William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in Warwickshire and was baptised on 26 April 1564. His father was a glovemaker and wool merchant and his mother, Mary Arden, the daughter of a well-to-do local landowner. Shakespeare was probably educated in Stratford's grammar school. The next documented event in Shakespeare's life is his marriage in 1582 to Anne Hathaway, daughter of a farmer. The couple had a daughter the following year and twins in 1585. There is now another gap, referred to by some scholars as 'the lost years', with Shakespeare only reappearing in London in 1592, when he was already working in the theatre.
Shakespeare's acting career was spent with the Lord Chamberlain's Company, which was renamed the King's Company in 1603 when James succeeded to the throne. Among the actors in the group was the famous Richard Burbage. The partnership acquired interests in two theatres in the Southwark area of London, near the banks of the Thames - the Globe and the Blackfriars.
Shakespeare's poetry was published before his plays, with two poems appearing in 1593 and 1594, dedicated to his patron Henry Wriothesley, Earl of Southampton.

Most of Shakespeare's sonnets were probably written at this time as well. Records of Shakespeare's plays begin to appear in 1594, and he produced roughly two a year until around 1611. His earliest plays include 'Henry VI' and 'Titus Andronicus'. 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', 'The Merchant of Venice' and 'Richard II' all date from the mid to late 1590s. Some of his most famous tragedies were written in the early 1600s including 'Hamlet', 'Othello', 'King Lear' and 'Macbeth'. His late plays, often known as the Romances, date from 1608 onwards and include 'The Tempest'.
Shakespeare spent the last five years of his life in Stratford, by now a wealthy man. He died on 23 April 1616 and was buried in Holy Trinity Church in Stratford. The first collected edition of his works was published in 1623 and is known as 'the First Folio'.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Drig4VEGG50

¿Cuál es tu viaje a Ítaca?

En mi primera práctica para Comunicación Oral y Escrita me pidieron que en un ejercicio hablar sobre lo que quisiera ... esta fue mi reflexión ...

Hace relativamente poco me preguntaron cuál sería mi viaje a Ítaca.

Por supuesto, para mí esa pregunta significa cuál sería mi viaje a la felicidad, ya que para Ulises poder llegar a Ítaca se convirtió en un verdadero camino lleno de obstáculos que debía superar para poder llegar a su tierra y ser feliz por fin.

En mi opinión, todos hemos de pasar por un camino lleno de obstáculos en nuestra vida que hemos de superar, para así poder llegar a ese punto en el que no necesitamos nada más y sentirnos bien con nosotros mismos y con los que queremos, para llegar a esa felicidad que todos necesitamos, sobretodo hoy en día, ya que las continuas crisis y guerras han mermado la ilusión de la gente por llegar a Ítaca.

Quizás aún no sepa exactamente cuál seguirá siendo mi camino a Ítaca, a pesar de mi edad, considero que ya he pasado algunas de las duras pruebas que me ha puesto la vida, pero también se que me queda mucho camino por recorrer.

Después de todo lo vivido se que mi felicidad dependerá únicamente de mí, de conseguir mis objetivos y tener el amor y la amistad de los nuestros que todos merecemos.
Ponerme objetivos en esta vida y cumplirlos seguirá siendo mi máxima para poder llegar a Ítaca y ser feliz al fin.

Quizás no tenga nada de interés que hablemos de nuestros sentimientos, pero quizás algún día podamos llegar a cambiar el mundo si nos preocupamos más de lo que sentimos y menos por las riquezas y el poder.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCz0y-IXbdc