Thomas Merton

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only
the reflection of ourselves we find in them.



"Si te fijas bien, dibujar es simplemente ver. El que ve, de verdad, puede dibujar. Generalmente no vemos. Vemos formas, figuras, mezcladas con nuestras ideas y conceptos que no te permiten dibujar. Ver lo que esta fuera, o dentro.. cualquier realidad. Pero ver.. no pensar. El pensar sirve quiza para la técnica. Para comprar los materiales, para preparar.. no para dibujar. Ves? Dibujar, es simplemente ver bien. Es, de alguna forma, estar totalmente presente y observante."

De un dia pa´ otro me hacen la vida mas fácil

- almohada nueva
- espejo grande
- florero pequeño
- bombillo fuerte de bajo consumo
- canasta plástica


Jack Gilbert


I never thought Michiko would come back
after she died. But if she did, I knew
it would be as a lady in a long white dress.
It is strange that she has returned
as somebody’s dalmatian. I meet
the man walking her on a leash
almost every week. He says good morning
and I stoop down to calm her. He said
once that she was never like that with
other people. Sometimes she is tethered
on the lawn when I go by. If nobody
is around, I sit on the grass. When she
finally quiets, she puts her head in my lap
and we watch each other’s eyes as I whisper
in her soft ears. She cares nothing about
the mystery. She likes it best when
I touch her head and tell her small
things about my days and our friends.
That makes her happy the way it always did.

-Older Women

Each farmer on the island conceals
his hive far up on the mountain,
knowing it will otherwise be plundered.
When they die, or can no longer make
the hand climb, the lost combs your
after year grow heavier with honey.
And the sweetness has more and more
acutely the taste of that wilderness.


When I hear men boast about how passionate
they are, I think of the two cleaning ladies
at a second-story window watching a man
coming back from a party where there was
lots of free beer. He runs in and out
of the building looking for a toilet. "My Lord,"
the tall woman says, "that fellow down there
surely does love architecture."

-First Times

I had not seen her for twenty years when she called
to welcome me back to America, wanting to see me.
Warning that she was past forty now and the mother
of a seven year-old. The lost time flooded me.
Paris and me without money or a place to take her.
I borrowed a room and lit candles and had wine.
It went badly. My knees kept sliding away under me
on the starched sheets. I managed the humiliation
by turning my back and refusing to talk. She was
as young as I was and felt, I suspect, relief.


Limonada para don Pablo

La vida me dio limones y le hice limonada a don Pablo, porque es su jugo favorito y es su cumpleaños.

- ahora es que voy para donde tu papa.. es muy tarde?
- quizá un poco.. pero ve.. si vez la tele esta prendida es que esta despierto
- el se acuesta tarde?
- si, viendo tele..
- ok.. uf.. hm.. no va a pensar que estoy loca?
- no, se va a poner contento. te va a hacer muchas preguntas, a el le encanta conversar.. de verdad vas a hacerlo?
- claro! =)

La vida me dio limones y yo compre el azucar.. entre las dos hicimos limonada.. para don Pablo.. porque a los 72 años, se merece una buena limonada..

- buenas noches..
- si? ya voy...
- don Pablo? mi nombre es M.Egg.. soy amiga de su hijo, pL..
- ay mija si.. el me dijo que alguien iba a pasar.. pero no me dijo mas nada.. tu sabes como es el... dejame abrirte.. su sabes, uno tiene que cuidarse..
- si.. buenas noches.. (besito, abrazo), muchas felicidades.. muchas bendiciones.. disculpe la hora..
- no mija no.. yo estaba ahi viendo televisión.. hay dios mio, pero que grata sorpresa.. que alegría..
- no don Pablo, no soy yo la sorpresa.. yo soy amiga de pL.. la sorpresar se la voy a preparar ahora.. voy a necesitar su cocina..
- claro mija, claro que si.. ay dios mio, que muchacho ese.. que sorpresa..

Lave, corte y exprimi limones. No pude dejar de sonreir. Me endulce los dedos y le conte a don Pablo de como conocí a su hijo el poeta, de como nos hicimos amigos, de mi visita a Nueba Yol y lo lindo que se porto conmigo. Le conté y sonreí, y le conté de que me dijo que su padre cumplia años..

- ese muchacho.. tu sabes.. desde chiquito el escribe.. siempre ha tenido muy buenos sentimientos..

Y me conto muchas cosas.. compartió su cariño, su sonrisa, mucha mucha calidez. Don Pablo.. no voy a olvidar este dia.
Tomamos limonada.. también su hijo le mando un chocolate y un escrito.
Le leí con tanto amor..
que me lleno, se desbordo y salió por ahí corriendo.. todo ese amor.
Don Pablo sonreía sonreía.. tanto como yo.


Nos despedimos varias veces. Salí y crucé breve, la noche, para montarme en mi vehículo. Y una vez dentro.. sonreía y me saltaban lagrimas por todos lados.

Gracias pL, gracias don Pablo.


The Great Fires

Love is apart from all things.
Desire and eXciTemEnt are nothing beside it.
It is not the body that finds love.
What leads us there is the body.
What is not love provokes it.
What is not love quenches it.
Love lays hold of everything we know.
The passions which are called love
also change everything to a newness
at first. Passion is clearly the path
but does not bring us to love
It opens the castle of our spirit
so that we might find the love which is
a mystery <hidden> there.
Love is one of many great fires.
Passion is a fire made of many woods,
each of which gives off its special odor
so we can know the many kinds
that are not love. Passion is the paper
and twigs that kindle the flames
but cannot sustain them. Desire perishes
because it tries to be love.
Love is eaten away by appetite.
Love does not last, but it is different
from the passions that do not last.
Love lasts by not lasting.
Isaiah said each man walks in his own fire
for his sins. Love allows us to walk
in the sweet music of our particular heart.

- Jack Gilbert