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Pero esto está pasando

2018-10-16T17:33:00.002+02:00

Si la luz de la pantalla comenzara a deshilacharse
mostrándose ya así inevitable trampantojo

si pudiéramos salir de ella

desde ella
lejos de ella
-si-
si pudiera liberarme de tus manos -que me hacen cuerpo-

si todo lo demás no hubiera ocurrido y hubiéramos sabido librarnos de la época de los cánones de la circunstancia del desmayo de las dudas y todo esto nos llevara a la falda de una montaña donde vivir por un rato más seguros hasta la próxima embestida

-Y en este periplo hubiera salido de mi misma-

si esto ocurriera

si yo ocurriera como ocurro como Apolo como Circe como feliz Estado de Bienestar

si este otoño diera pie

fuera fuerte

si todas las cosas de este mundo cayeran suavemente como esas hojas que alfombran ya el Paseo de la Florida

si hubiéramos nacido compartiendo covacha con un anacoreta, no estando sujetos a las leyes del mercado a esas anguilas que nos devoran, atentos al calor del hogar

si fuera así

si pudiera olvidarme de todo eso de toda esta contaminación ruidosa

-y así fijar mi mirada en las tiernas marcas pecosas de tus hombros-

si pudiera compartir contigo más que la miseria y el olvido e ir hacia la luz de la lumbre

ya no pasaría más

Pero está pasando.

Tania López García

Once poemas que son un poema largo.

2014-09-19T21:03:00.001+02:00

Once

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If you think you can leave the past behind you must be out of your mind.

2014-02-22T19:36:00.001+01:00

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Van Gogh XII.

2013-11-07T14:24:00.000+01:00

Detail of Vincent van Gogh’s The starry night (1889)

"Looking at the stars always makes me dream. Why, I ask myself, shouldn’t the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France? Just as we take the train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star.”

Leaving the masqued ball.

2013-11-04T18:49:00.000+01:00

Leaving the Masqued Ball by José García Ramos (1905).

Van Gogh XI.

2013-11-03T13:50:00.000+01:00

Old Cemetery Tower at Nuenen by Vincent Van Gogh (1885).

thy fall.

2013-11-02T20:48:00.003+01:00

"Never regret thy fall,
O Icarus of the fearless flight
For the greatest tragedy of them all
Is never to feel the burning light"

- Oscar Wilde

Donne fenicie.

2013-11-02T20:44:00.000+01:00

Donne fenicie by Robert Fowler (1879).

Anton Ebert.

2013-10-29T14:37:00.000+01:00

Portrait Of A Young Spanish Woman by Anton Ebert.

Hinton.

2013-10-28T15:35:00.002+01:00

“Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.”

—	S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now

Leopold Schmutzler.

2013-10-28T15:30:00.003+01:00

Mädchen mit Vase by Leopold Schmutzler.

Belloli.

2013-10-28T15:22:00.001+01:00

Judith by Andrei Belloli (circa 1872).

Sadnss.

2013-10-18T14:15:00.000+02:00

“Expect sadness
like
you expect rain.
both,
cleanse you.”

—	Nayyirah Waheed

Souvenir de Mauve.

2013-10-17T14:35:00.000+02:00

Souvenir de Mauve by Vincent Van Gogh (1888).

Caronte.

2013-10-15T13:26:00.002+02:00

La barca de Caronte (The Barque of Charon)

by José Benlliure y Gil (1919).

Heemstra.

2013-10-14T16:24:00.000+02:00

(detail) Portrait of an elderly lady of the van Heemstra family of Friesland

by Unknown Flemish artist (1617)

El caso del blanco y negro.

2013-10-13T17:36:00.000+02:00

Gertrude Schiele.

2013-10-12T13:53:00.000+02:00

Standing Nude with Large Hat (Gertrude Schiele) by Egon Schiele.

Vétheuil.

2013-10-11T13:27:00.000+02:00

Banks of the Seine, Vétheuil by Claude Monet (1880).

At North Farm.

2013-10-10T18:55:00.004+02:00

At North Farm

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you,
At incredible speed, traveling day and night,
Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes.
But will he know where to find you,
Recognize you when he sees you,
Give you the thing he has for you?

Hardly anything grows here,
Yet the granaries are bursting with meal,
The sacks of meal piled to the rafters.
The streams run with sweetness, fattening fish;
Birds darken the sky. Is it enough
That the dish of milk is set out at night,
That we think of him sometimes,
Sometimes and always, with mixed feelings?

John Ashbery

Oil on wood.

2013-10-10T15:14:00.000+02:00

Oil on Wood by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1909).

Late gothic.

2013-10-09T13:38:00.003+02:00

Notre Dame de Grasse, Toulouse, 15th century.

Van Haanen.

2013-10-08T17:25:00.001+02:00

A Moonlit Winter Landscape by Remigius Adriannus van Haanen.

Pollice Verso.

2013-10-07T14:06:00.000+02:00

Pollice Verso by Jean-Leon Gerome (1872).

Capri, Isle of the Dead.

2013-10-06T13:05:00.000+02:00

Capri, Isle of the Dead, after Arnold Bocklin

by Karl Wilhelm Diefenbach (ca.1905)

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