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martes, 27 de diciembre de 2016

dijo Emily Dickinson

A word is dead
When it is said,
  Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
  That day.

La palabra muere
  Cuando es dicha,
Algunos dicen.
Yo digo que sólo
Empieza a vivir
  Ese día.

Part One: Life; LXXXIX. Complete Poems. 1924.
Emily Dickinson (1830–86)

sábado, 17 de diciembre de 2016

dijo Julio Cortázar

"Lo que me gusta de tu cuerpo es el sexo.

Lo que me gusta de tu sexo es la boca.
Lo que me gusta de tu boca es la lengua.
Lo que me gusta de tu lengua es la palabra".

Julio Cortázar

domingo, 11 de diciembre de 2016

Song of the Open Road, IV - Walt Whitman

The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not            wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of the            road.

O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?
Do you say Venture not—if you leave me you are lost?
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied,            adhere to me?

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you,
You express me better than I can express myself,
You shall be more to me than my poem.

I think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air, and all free                poems also,

I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever                beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.