Ebrio de trementina y largos besos

hasta despertar

Tao Te Ching

High winds do not blow all morning;
Heavy rain does not fall all day.
Are not these made by heaven and earth?
If the power of heaven and earth
Cannot make violent activity last, How can you?

Tigger

A large tiger was swaggering through the forest. Above his head, a small bird danced from branch to branch, singing. The tiger stopped and watched him. Then he called out:
"What do you have to dance and sing about, you puny being?
I am a thousand times larger than you. I can crush you in one paw, without even trying!
"Can you do this?" replied the bird, hopping lightly from one branch to another.
"Of course I can! roared the tiger. "Anything you can do, I can do better!" He leaped onto the trunk, climbed high into the tree, then jumped out onto a branch. With a loud crack, it broke beneath his weight. So did the branches below it, all the way down. Ever so slowly, the bruises, rumpled tiger rose to his feet and staggered away.

The Te of Piglet
Benjamin Hoff

Eeyore

Eeyore, a very gloomy, blue-gray donkey, is stuffed with sawdust. Despite this, Eeyore is a very intelligent animal, although he keeps most of his knowledge to himself. That's why he is very quiet most of the time and a bit depressed.

Eeyore lives at the 100 Acre Wood Southeast, in his 'Gloomy Place'. His favourite food is thistles. Eeyore loves being remembered on his birthday and hates being bounced.

Eeyore biggest problem is that his tail keeps coming off (he has lost it many times). His other concern is that his house keeps falling down (he has to rebuild it again, and again, and again.....).

Breathing - ecos de yoga

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.

The atmosphere is not a perfume it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzzd´d whispers,
love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,

The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.

Walt Whitman,
Extracto de Song of Myself

One touch of Venus

Tell me, is love just a popular suggestion,
or merely an obsolete art?
Forgive me for asking this simple question,
I´m unfamiliar with his heart,
I am a stranger here myself.

One Touch of Venus es una película de William Seiter hecha en 1943. La trama parece ser bastante simple: un joven decorador de vitrinas decide darle un beso a una estatua de Venus. El problema es que la estatua se vuelve real -en forma de Ava Gardner- y se enamora de él. Persiguiento a Kurt Weill encontré una versión posterior grabada en 1988 de la canción I am a stranger here myself, interpretada por Ute Lemper que aparece en alguna parte de la película original. La letra se basa en los pensamientos y dudas de una mujer enamorada que está siendo cortejada por un hombre y qué no sabe cómo reaccionar pues se siente extraña en esa situación; la música tiene un ritmo romántico y contagioso que termina por quedarse en la cabeza.

The threepenny Opera

No sé si le pasa a todo el mundo, pero mi vida pasa más en mi mente que en la realidad: obras inventadas, viajes planeados, visitas nunca hechas, conversaciones imposibles. The Threepenny Opera puede ser vista como el nuevo sueño obsesivo: verla, oirla, ayudar a montarla.... Basada en la Beggar´s Opera de John Gay esta obra, estrenada en 1928, fue escrita por Bertolt Brecht y musicalizada por Kurt Weill bajo la comisión del empresario Ernst Aufrich. La música está inspirada los cabarets berlineses de los años 20: tangos sensuales, baladas de orquestas típicas de salón de baile, y foxtrot que había sido inventado pocos años antes por Harry Fox en el techo del New York Theatre.
Los personajes son: Macheat (Mackie Messer) lider de una banda de atracadores, Jonathan Jeremiah Peachum, lider de una banda de limosneros, Mrs Peachum, Polly Peachum - la hija, Tiger Brown -Sheriff de Londres, Lucy -su hija, cantante de balada y Jenny - una prostituta interpretada en la versión original por lotte Lenya, esposa de Weill.
Aquí está el inicio y algunas fotos:
Tonight you will see an opera for beggars: because this opera was conceived with a splendour of wich only beggars can dream, yet had to be so cheap that beggars could afford it. Its title is "The threepenny Opera".

El vacío se prolonga. Lo siento adentro, hacia la mitad del vientre. Cierro el puño y tensiono los ojos tratando de entenderlo, de manejarlo, de darle alguna salida pero se queda ahí. Me dan ganas de salir corriendo, pero ni siquiera puedo escribir.

El trabajo de despedirse

Últimamente me persiguen pájaros de colores y abrazos calurosos: el viernes 21 fué un petirrojo que se paró en un eucalipto. Me llamó la atención porque lo que yo ví en realidad fue una flor de un rojo fuerte que salió volando y tardé unos segundos en descrubrir que era en realidad un pájaro que volaba del árbol silvestre de flores rojas al eucalipto. Esta mañana en la vuelta por el Parque Nacional nos encontramos con Apolo también un pájaro mediano de pecho amarillo fuerte que volaba juguetonamente cerca del camino.
El último abrazo caluroso fué durmiendo sola. El sentimiento es el más maravilloso que haya tenido: me desperté con la sensación de haber sido abrazada por una persona con una cantidad de amor caluroso, reconcentrado y dador de energía.
Cuesta trabajo despedirse.

La tristeza que yo siento es como las náuseas: si la siento no puedo hacer nada más que vivirla. También es como la niebla que baja y lo cubre todo. Es traicionera, porque llega cuando quiera, y por lo mismo aveces es inoportuna. Es enorme e inabarcable y puede provocarse por los pensamientos más sencillos. A veces es pasajera como cuando miro pasar un pájaro rojo, a veces decide instalarse como una hormiga en el corazón, pellizcarme, volverme a pellizcar y mirar impávida.

El gato Mambrú

Preguntó al gato Mambrú
el lebrel perdonavidas:
¿qué secreto tienes tú para vivir siete vidas?
Y Mambrú le contestó:
mi secreto es muy sencillo
pues no consiste sino en frecuentar
como yo el aseo y el cepillo.

Yuku mizu no
nagare no soko no
utsukunshiki
koishi ni nitaru
omoide mo ari

There are memories
wich resemble
the beautiful pebbles
beneath the flow
of passing water

Yukawa Hideki

Iku tabi mo
yuki no fukasa wo
tazunekeri

Again and again
I ask how high
the snow is

Masaoka Shiki

THE WELL HEXAGRAM

"CHING : water well at the center of the fields; rise and flow of water in a well, rise and surge from an inner source; life-water, nucleus of life; found a capital city. The ideogram: two vertical lines crossing two horizontal ones, eight fields with a well at the center."

Image :

"[From cultivation comes overcoming] : The Well.
One uses the working people to encourage unity."

In a context of cultivation we utilise control.
Commentary

In hexagram 48, the establishment of a source of nourishment enables the passage from chaos to social order. This 'Well' is passive; its presence encourages people to congregate around it and develop, and thus its influence generates a sense of security and thus overcoming chaos. Contextually we mix making small gainings and correcting corruption into making foundations for the future.

The Khwan hexagram

In Khwan there may be progress and success. For the firm and correct, the great man, there will be good fortune. He will fall into no error. If he make speeches, his words cannot be made good.

1. The first SIX, divided, shows its subject with bare buttocks straitened under the stump of a tree. He enters a dark valley, and for three years has no prospect (of deliverance).

2. The second NINE, undivided, shows its subject straitened amidst his wine and viands. There come to him anon the red knee-covers (of the ruler). It will be well for him (to maintain his sincerity as) in sacrificing. Active operations (on his part) will lead to evil, but he will be free from blame.

3. The third SIX, divided, shows its subject straitened before a (frowning) rock. He lays hold of thorns. He enters his palace, and does not see his wife. There will be evil.

4. The fourth NINE, undivided shows its subject proceeding very slowly (to help the subject of the first line), who is straitened by the carriage adorned with metal in front of him. There will be occasion for regret, but the end will be good.

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5. The fifth NINE, undivided, shows its subject with his nose and feet cut off. He is straitened by (his ministers in their) scarlet aprons. He is leisurely in his movements, however, and is satisfied. It will be well for him to be (as sincere) as in sacrificing (to spiritual beings).

6. The sixth SIX, divided, shows its subject straitened, as if bound with creepers; or n a high and dangerous position, and saying (to himself), 'If I move, I shall repent it.' If he do repent of former errors, there will be good fortune in his going forward.