Wednesday, 18 October 2017

Los libros sólo tienen valor cuando conducen a la vida**

Un libro abierto es un cerebro que habla;
cerrado, un amigo que espera; olvidado,
un alma que perdona; destruido, un corazón que llora.....
El misterioso azar hace que abramos
de pronto un libro muerto en los estantes
- que al parecer nunca lo vimos antes -,
y al leerlo descubrimos y gozamos
una historia jamás imaginada
que describe esforzados avatares,
o proverbios, romances y cantares
que nos dejan el alma trastornada.
Allí mora, dormido y resignado,
con sus tapas cual lápidas de cuero,
vertical, aburrido y desdeñado,
a la espera de un prójimo certero
que lo saque del limbo reposado
y lo trate con mimo y con esmero.

1 comment:

Giga said...

Beautiful movie with wonderful music and dance. Translate something today does not work well. Regards.

You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...

Anton Chekhov, Ivanov

Once I worked hard and thought a lot but I never got tired; now I do nothing and think of nothing, but I'm tired in body and spirit.With a heavy head, with a slothful spirit, exhausted, overstretched, broken, without faith, without love, without a goal, I roam like a shadow among men and I don't know who I am, why I'm alive, what I want. And I now think that love is nonsense, that embraces are cloying, that there's no sense in work, that song and passionate speeches are vulgar and outmoded. And everywhere I take with me depression, chill boredom, dissatisfaction, revulsion from life... I am destroyed, irretrievably!

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