martes, 27 de mayo de 2014

silence once begun

The star in my
Hand is falling.

On the door it says what to do to survive
But we were not born to survive
Only to live.
W. S. Merwin

miércoles, 14 de mayo de 2014

[ástin mín]

To spend our days 
betting on three-legged horses
with beautiful names.

"Sometimes when I get up and emerge from the mists of slumber, my whole room hurts, my whole bedroom, the view from the window hurts."

 Bohumil Hrabal