Poetry in Ireland

Cuando se está harto de todo, siempre queda la poesía. Irlanda es precisamente eso.

My shelter

Against hypocresy, something clean, true, unique.

Sadness and happiness together

So peaceful and enchanting, I love this version of Over the Rainbow.

If

If

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

Home

Waiting for dad at midday.

Relaxing

So comforting

Saltando por casa

¿Que no pega con la poesía, con la tranquilidad, con la aparente mojigatería y simplonería de quien escribe estas líneas? Pega perfectamente, como andar saltando por casa mientras uno se va sacudiendo la hipocresía del mundo que lo rodea, la falta de educación y sensibilidad. Así que hoy he escogido irme al oeste con los Village People ¿Por qué no? Pues sí, jump, jump jump. Ah, y sigo saltando con la versión de los Pet Shop Boys, y...seguiré saltando mientras limpio por casa. Go West...and meanwhile ... housework.

Libre, Freedom

Nadie le puede decir a los demás cómo han de vivir. Que cada uno viva su propia vida, y si no la tienen que no vivan la de los demás.

Nobody can tell anybody else how to live.