The happy medium

A Olga Aisenberg por la inspiración Yo no se que deseos tendrá mi gata cuando mística, silenciosa   remota me observa. Yo no se que anhelos guiarán su alma misteriosa cuando se arquea y se arrastra con lascivia. Será que caza en ese bosque imaginario las presas de su olfato refinado. Será que sueña en su sueño sin orillas que es tigre, león, pez volador, monte nevado. Yo no sé que deseos tendrá mi gata que vidas vivió, que paisajes y que nombres que dueños, que amos, que otros hogares la acunaron y mimaron en otro tiempo. Quizás fue Cleopatra o los ojos de mi madre muerta. Mis ansias maternales, mi vientre yermo. Toda la alegría, un sol cotidiano, el jardín que no tengo que detrás de cada puerta que abro me espera atenta, fiel y precisa como la vida misma. Junio de 2013

You parted you departed You parted me you told me With your tender smile She ´s the real owner of the house You parted you said Truth is one alone You left me we left each other Chatting from opposite shores Of god of men   of life If death and light You parted you departed me You said I can´t Got things to do I dreamt of your tortilla You parted we departed We told each other One must be grateful one must travel light You left we left And with you was gone The better me. A Horacio Gabriel Velasco Suárez (Buenos Aires 27 de febrero de 1939 - 28 de abril de 2011)

 Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly. And listen to the dull and ignorant. They too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons. They are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your career, however humble. It’s a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is. Many persons strive for high ideals and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the gra...

You are a question I would love to answer. My own special guilt.. You are shaking my hands, shaking reality, trembling, collapsing down, my most cherished dream. You are the past I will never again visit. You are the locked door, the rusty key. You are refusal and frustration, anger, rage, rage against the machine. Race against time, drawing my Saturnal thoughts: the way paved to today, to now or never. The road I travelled contentedly without even realizing it was you who drew the subtle signs, the unavoiding glimpses, of a lost horizon. My salty idea, my fragrant one day yellow rose. The child I once knew that was me when nobody had taught me how to kneel down. The window to some artificial light, the keyhole to a hidden secret, a latch, a belt, a chastity belt which guarded me for my lord. Tomorrow. Anne Murphy Littlestone

Estoy en tu vida de paso Dulce recuerdo de tu origen Estrepitosa carcajada que estalla en tus ojos Mariposa fugaz, luz que se esfuma Será el destello de esa claridad el que traicione mi afán Será el calor de esa ambición lo que de alas al deseo lo que concrete vida  en esa vida que vives (Ese vacío del cual escapas Ese hueco que no llenás Esa carencia que negás) Cuando quieras darte vuelta y reconocerme palparme tocarme abrazarme, será tarde. Me habré ido dejando una estela de gozo un suspiro de instantes un eterno río de palabras no dichas, escritas vanamente en esta tarde gris que presagia tu temor. Estoy de paso, es apenas este instante Este don que recibí sin que lo pidiera ni lo deseara, ni lo invocara, por obra y gracia del amor consecuencia de una contracción de su expansión infinita  de ese latido ese sutil derramarse y el sumiso recibir. El milagro que hizo que hoy esté aquí en este instante; Vivo. 2011