miércoles, 28 de abril de 2010

La chispa adecuada -- Heroes del silencio

Las palabras fueron avispas
y las calles como dunas
cuando aùn te espero llegar...
en un ataùd guardo tu tacto y
una corona
con tu pelo enmarañado
queriendo encontrar un
arco-iris infinito
Mis manos que aùn son de hueso
y tu vientre sabe a pan
la catedral es tu cuerpo...
eras verano y mil tormentas, yo
el leòn que sonrìe a las paredes
que he vuelto a pintar del
mismo color
No se distinguir entre besos y
raìces
no sè distinguir lo complicado
de lo simple
y ahora estàs en mi lista de
promesas a olvidar
todo arde si le aplicas la chispa
adecuada
El fuego que era a veces propio
la ceniza siempre ajena
blanca esperma resbalando
por la espina dorsal
ya somos màs viejos y sinceros,
y què màs da
si miramos la laguna
como llaman a la eternidad
de la ausencia

Nelson Mandela.... written by marianne willliamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of life that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

...

Life and death
Energy and peace
If I stop today, it was still worth it.
Even the terrible mistakes I have made
And would have unmade if I could
The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul
It was worth it
For having been allowed
To walk where I walk
which was to hell on Earth
heaven on earth
back again, into, under
far in between, through it,
in it and above.

From the script of GIA.