31 de diciembre de 2008


nada recuerda
en el sonido del viento
que es año nuevo

Carlos Fleitas

30 de diciembre de 2008


The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us.
Only that day dawns to which we are awake.
There is more day to dawn.
The sun is but a morning star.

Thoreau, Walden

29 de diciembre de 2008


En mi cuerpo tú buscas al monte,
a su sol enterrado en el bosque.
En tu cuerpo yo busco la barca
en mitad de la noche perdida.

Octavio Paz

28 de diciembre de 2008


Pasa la vida junto a nosotros, corta es su duración;
No existe refugio para el que ha alcanzado la vejez.
Viendo claramente este peligro en la muerte,
un buscador de paz debería soltar el anzuelo del mundo.

Samyutta Nikaya II.19

27 de diciembre de 2008


26 de diciembre de 2008


"Tomorrow will be like this!"
we think the day before,
but today we realize
that all is change:
so is the way of the world.


25 de diciembre de 2008


just for a moment
your face in the candle light
looks like someone else

Cindy Bene

24 de diciembre de 2008

WHAT'S THIS? - Danny Elfman

What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's white things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?

What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There are people singing songs
What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?

There are children throwing snowballs
instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead
There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside

Oh, look
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What's this?

What's this?
In here they've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?

They're covering it with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?

Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?

The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around

Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Is absolutely everywhere

The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough

I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
Christmas Town, mmm...

From "Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas", Henry Selick, 1993

23 de diciembre de 2008


fin de otro año--
colores del verano


22 de diciembre de 2008


21 de diciembre de 2008


Summer grasses:
all that remains of great soldiers’
imperial dreams


20 de diciembre de 2008

WAKING LIFE - Richard Linklater (2001)

19 de diciembre de 2008


a luminous gray
hummed with anticipation
gathering the wind

Carole Mathys

18 de diciembre de 2008


Watch my back and light my way 
My traveling star, my traveling star 
Watch over all of those born St. Christopher's day 
Old road dog, young runaway 
They hunger for home but they cannot stay 
They wait by the door 
They stand and they stare 
They're already out of there 
They're already out of there 

My daddy used to ride the rails 
So they say, so they say 
Soft as smoke and as tough as nails 
Boxcar Jones, old walking man 
Coming back home was like going to jail 
The sheets and the blankets and babies and all 
No he never did come back home 
Never that I recall 

Never mind the wind 
Never mind the rain 
Never mind the road leading home again 
Never asking why 
Never knowing when 
Every now and then 
There he goes again 

She had a cat and a dog named Blue 
My traveling star, my traveling star 
A big old stove and a fireplace, too 
Old road dog, young runaway 
She told me she loved me like it was true 
I knew I should stay 
I knew I would go 
Run run run away 
Run run run away, boy 

Run before the wind 
Run before the rain 
Over yonder hill 
Just around the bend 
Never asking why 
Never knowing when 
Every now and then 
There you go again 

Tie me up and hold me down 
Oh, my traveling star 
Bury my feet down in the ground 
Oh, old road dog 
Claim my name from the lost and found 
And let me believe this is where I belong 
Shame on me for sure 
Sing me one more highway song 

My traveling star 
My traveling star

17 de diciembre de 2008

NAWANG KHECHOG, flauta tibetana

16 de diciembre de 2008


15 de diciembre de 2008


Al tañido de la campana
que resuena en la noche silenciosa,
despierto de mi sueño
en este mundo de sueño que es el nuestro
y, mirando el reflejo de la luna en el estanque
veo, más allá de mi forma,
mi verdadera forma.


14 de diciembre de 2008


What is this mind?
Who is hearing these sounds?
Do not mistake any state for
self-realization, but continue
to ask yourself even more intensely,
what is it that hears?


13 de diciembre de 2008

PRESENT! - Talks of Shunryu Suzuki Roshi

12 de diciembre de 2008


two rainbows
have risen over
the green paddy field


11 de diciembre de 2008

SANYA - Nyoraku, shakuhachi

10 de diciembre de 2008


Like a premonition in the fog
Unseen, the murmur of the sea
A seagull flew above and was gone
A foghorn cried hoarse with distance
I shivered in the dampness, the mystery of things.

Pete Sierra

9 de diciembre de 2008

BREATHE - Alexi Murdoch (2006)

In the quiet of the shadow
In the corner of a room
Darkness moves upon you
Like a cloud across the moon

You're a-wearing all the silence
Of a constant that will turn
Like the windmill left deserted
Or the sun forever burn

So don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe
Your whole life is here
No eleventh hour reprieve
So don't forget to breathe

Keep your head above water
But don't forget to breathe

And all the suffering that you've witnessed
And the hand prints on the wall
They remind you how it's endless
How endlessly you fall

And the answer that you're seeking
For the question that you found
Drives you further to confusion
As you lose your sense of ground

So don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe
Your whole life is here
No eleventh hour reprieve
So don't forget to breathe

Keep your head above water
But don't forget to breathe


Don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe
You know you are here
But you find you want to leave
So don't forget to... breathe

Just breathe...

8 de diciembre de 2008


Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle,
and the life of the candle will not be shortened.
Happiness never decreases by being shared.

Sutta Nipata

7 de diciembre de 2008


Centro de todos los centros, núcleo de núcleos,
almendra que sobre sí misma se vierte y endulza,
todo esto, hasta las estrellas mismas,
es carne de tu fruto: ¡Salve!

Mira, ya sientes cómo nada se aferra a ti;
tu cáscara es el infinito,
donde el denso jugo brota y fluye.
Y desde fuera la irradiación le ayuda,

pues arriba, a gran distancia, tus soles
pasan girando, plenos e incandescentes.
Pero en ti ya se ha iniciado
lo que a todos los soles sobrevive.


6 de diciembre de 2008

LA VIDA DE BUDA - BBC (subtítulos en español)

5 de diciembre de 2008


la luz de Ladakh
la mirada curiosa
tan tibias las dos


4 de diciembre de 2008

CACTUS TREE - Joni Mitchell at the BBC (Oct 9, 1970)

There's a man who's been out sailing
In a decade full of dreams
And he takes her to a schooner
And he treats her like a queen
Bearing beads from California
With their amber stones and green
He has called her from the harbor
He has kissed her with his freedom
He has heard her off to starboard
In the breaking and the breathing
Of the water weeds
While she was busy being free

There's a man who's climbed a mountain
And he's calling out her name
And he hopes her heart can hear
three thousand miles
He calls again
He can think her there beside him
He can miss her just the same
He has missed her in the forest
While he showed her all the flowers
And the branches sang the chorus
As he climbed the scaley towers
Of a forest tree
While she was somewhere being free

There's a man who's sent a letter
And he's waiting for reply
He has asked her of her travels
Since the day they said goodbye
He writes, "Wish you were beside me
We can make it if we try"
He has seen her at the office
With her name on all his papers
Through the sharing of the profits
He will find it hard to shake her
From his memory
And she's so busy being free

There's a lady in the city
And she thinks she loves them all
There's the one who's thinking of her
There's the one who sometimes calls
There's the one who writes her letters
With his facts and figures scrawl
She has brought them to her senses
They have laughed inside her laughter
Now she rallies her defenses
For she fears that one will ask her
For eternity
And she's so busy being free

There's a man who sends her medals
He is bleeding from the war
There's a jouster and a jester and
a man who owns a store
There's a drummer and a dreamer
And you know there may be more
She will love them when she sees them
They will lose her if they follow
And she only means to please them
And her heart is full and hollow
Like a cactus tree
While she's so busy being free
Like a cactus tree
Being free

3 de diciembre de 2008

ZEITGEIST: ADDENDUM - Peter Joseph (2008), subtítulos en español

2 de diciembre de 2008


No habrá nunca una puerta. Estás dentro
y el alcázar abarca el universo
y no tiene ni anverso ni reverso
ni externo muro ni secreto centro.
No esperes que el rigor de tu camino
que tercamente se bifurca en otro,
tendrá fin. Es de hierro tu destino
como tu juez. No aguardes la embestida
del toro que es un hombre y cuya extraña
forma plural da horror a la maraña
de interminable piedra entretejida.
No existe. Nada esperes. Ni siquiera
en el negro crepúsculo la fiera.

Jorge Luis Borges

1 de diciembre de 2008


When I am old I’ll drink whiskey in the morning
And coffee at night
And laugh and spit and swear wherever I want.
When I am old I’ll help Girl Scouts across the street
Even if they don’t want to go
And I won’t have a car
And I won’t have a bike
And I’ll walk everywhere.

When I am old I’ll tell people exactly what I think of them
And surprisingly, most of the time it really will be good stuff.
When I am old I won’t have a TV
And I won’t have a radio
And I won’t have a computer or a clock or a phone in the house.
I won’t read books and I won’t read magazines
And I won’t read newspapers and maybe, finally
I’ll learn something just watching the birds and the weather.

Ray Nargis