Routines |
Conversations with the master - Tedium(Here Paulo Coehlo shall continue to reproduce the notes taken during his conversations with J., from 1982 to 1990. )We are sitting in a garden in a French town.-...
Posted by Johanny on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 10:55:00 PST |
A Dream... |
It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting. The Alchemist...
Posted by Johanny on Tue, 16 May 2006 08:07:00 PST |
I don't Regret |
"I don't regret the painful times; I bear my scars as if they were medals. I know that freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure an...
Posted by Johanny on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Esta Noche... |
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir: por ejemplo: «La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.»
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo ...
Posted by Johanny on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept |
The Magic Moment is the moment when a "yes" or a "no" can change our whole existence.
Posted by Johanny on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Poema del Amor Ajeno |
Puedes irte y no importa, pues te quedas conmigo
como queda un perfume donde había una flor.
Tú sabes que te quiero, pero no te lo digo;
y yo se que eres mía, sin ser mío tu amor.
La vida nos a...
Posted by Johanny on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
A veces pienso... |
"A veces pienso, que la mejor Palabra es la que no se dice"
"I think sometime, that the best Word is the one that isn't spoken"
Posted by Johanny on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Intima |
Íntima
Tú no oprimas mis manos.
Llegará el duradero
tiempo de reposar con mucho polvo
y sombra en los entretejidos dedos.
Y dirías: «No puedo
amarla, porque ya se desgranaron
como mi...
Posted by Johanny on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
It's forbidden |
Queda prohibido
por Pablo Neruda
in
Queda prohibido llorar sin aprender,
levantarte un día sin saber que hacer,
tener miedo a tus recuerdos.
Queda prohibido no sonreír a los problemas,
no ...
Posted by Johanny on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The Well |
At times you sink, you fall
into your hole of silence,
into your abyss of proud anger,
and you can scarcely
return, still bearing remnants
of what you found
in the depths of your existence...
Posted by Johanny on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
