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Crença
O meu e o Seu coração
pode assumir qualquer forma:
1. Um prado para gazelas,
2. Um claustro para monges,
3. Um bálsamo para doentes
4. solo sagrado para crentes.
O credo do coração
é amor;
presente onde quer
que seu caminho se desvie.
Isso é a crença do coração
a fé do coração.
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Morrer para renascer
Sempre pergunte:
"Estou pronta para
mudar a minha vida,
estou pronta
para me mudar?”“.
Em qualquer idade
seja o que for que passamos,
é sempre possível renascer.
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Dificuldades, Problemas e Erros Linguísticos
A maioria
das Dificuldades
e dos problemas do mundo
deriva de erros linguísticos
e simples mal-entendidos.
Evite os erros:
nunca tome palavras pelo valor de face.
Quando você entra na zona do amor,
a linguagem como a conhecemos
se torna obsoleta.
Aquilo que não pode ser colocado
em palavras
só pode ser compreendido
através do silêncio.
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Ecos da montanha e o mundo
Este mundo é como uma montanha.
Seu eco depende de você.
Se você gritar coisas boas, o mundo vai devolver.
Se você gritar coisas ruins, o mundo vai devolver.
Fale sempre o bem.
Seja grata.
Mude seu coração para mudar o mundo.
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Passado e Futuro
O passado é uma interpretação.
O futuro está na ilusão.
O mundo não se move no tempo
procedendo do passado
para o futuro.
O tempo passa através
e dentro de nós,
em espirais infinitas.
A eternidade é intemporalidade.
Se quer experimentar
a iluminação eterna,
coloque o passado
e o futuro
fora de sua mente
e permaneça no momento presente.
Assim,
Vai criar um grande futuro
Hoje.
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Onde procurar
Onde procurar o céu
e o inferno no futuro.
Acredite:
ambos estão agora presentes.
sempre que conseguimos amar sem expectativas,
amar sem cálculos,
sem negociações,
estamos de fato no céu.
Sempre que brigamos,
Ou odiamos, estamos no inferno.
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Pacienciar
O que significa
pacienciar?
Significa
olhar para o espinho
e ver a rosa,
olhar a noite
e ver o amanhecer.
Impaciência significa
ter visão curta
e não ver a fruta
na semente.
Pessoas bem resolvidas
Pacienciam e
sabem que o tempo
é necessário
para que a lua crescente
se torne plena
a semente crie frutas.
Hola, te escribo en esta noche callada,
preguntando si tu alma aún no está helada.
Espero que estés bien, aunque ya no estés,
te quiero, aunque duela, aunque no me ves.
Ojalá respondieras, aunque sé que no,
el destino nos dicta este cruel adiós.
Te extraño, lo siento, no puedo evitar
sentir que este ciclo no quiere acabar.
Hice algo malo, no hay vuelta atrás,
no espero perdón, no pido más.
Solo me queda el peso del viento,
y un corazón que grita: "Lo siento".
Al final del camino, ¿qué fue lo peor?
Tal vez demostrarte mi tonto amor.
Tú, que las sombras no puedes soltar,
no sabes querer, ni sabes amar.
Me desgasto en dudas, ¿qué pude hacer?
Pero es inútil, no vas a entender.
No sé quién te hirió, ni cuánto dolió,
pero mi corazón, también destrozó.
Llevo meses en pena, sin ver claridad,
te sigo queriendo con intensidad.
Lamento ser poca, ser solo un error,
mientras tú te escondes detrás del temor.
Todo se estanca, todo se ahoga,
tus promesas falsas, mi mente sofoca.
Dijiste amarme, lo hiciste creer,
pero fue mentira... y no quiero volver.
Algún día, quizás, estaré mejor,
sin este deseo de perder el control.
Mi pecho se rompe de tanto quererte,
pero amarte... no, eso es perderme.
¿Recuerdas la nota? Aquella verdad,
que llamé amor, sin oportunidad.
No hubo un futuro, no hubo un final,
porque así lo quisiste… no hubo un "quizás".
Hace unos días, tu voz regresó,
pero el tiempo, en mí, todo cambió.
No puedo odiarte, ni guardar rencor,
pero ya no te amo... se marchó el dolor.
Sigo perdida, sin rumbo, sin fe,
mi vida no encuentra razón ni porqué.
Aún me reflejo en lo que eres tú,
y eso es lo triste… me pierdo aún más.
Lo siento, lo digo, lo vuelvo a escribir,
pero esta vez... ya no quiero sufrir.
Después de poco tiempo decidí entender
que no debía pensarte hasta enloquecer.
Busqué el sentido de mi existir
y en este inicio, comienzo a vivir.
Esos meses en pena quedaron atrás,
solo un eco de lo que fue y no será.
Y aunque te extraño, mi pecho es sereno,
pues verte de nuevo… ya no es veneno.
Poco a poco, suelto el rencor,
el dolor, la sombra de tu desamor.
Tus palabras frías ya no me duelen,
ya no me hieren, ya no me pueden.
Sé que aún no he sanado del todo,
pero avanzo firme, aunque sea en el lodo.
Camino despacio, sin desesperación,
poco a poco… hacia mi salvación.
Did Cupid get it wrong with his arrow when he took a shot at me? Could he see that I was a saddened girl dreaming of someone to love me?
Was he up there just sitting upon his cloud, looking down, and seeing me, or could he hear my cries that I no longer wished to be lonely?
He claims that he is the God of desire all about passionate love, but I guess the joke was on me when he shot you too with his arrow from up above
He speaks of the erotic passion of love, affection, attraction, and desire, and all of these things we did have between us back then no one could put out our fire
They say he is the son of Venus the most beautiful goddess of all, so you would think he knew more about love then he apparently did, at least that is my call
Some people call him Amor, another name for love, and I thought that is what he placed us in but apparently mine wasn’t enough
Some say he looks like a Cherub with a face so sweet, and I trusted in him when he brought you to me
But what Cupid brought to me was no God, no lover to take away the sadness I carried within, he brought to me a demon with wings but not the kind that were placed upon him
Cupid’s bow and arrow are a source of power, but he doesn’t wield it very well, because he sent me the uttermost darkness that resides in the flames of Hell
Cupid’s arrow cursed me when I looked upon your face, I couldn’t see the devil only the angel disguised in his place
You controlled me with your desire for me as I for you, but now looking back I believe it was the poison of the arrow that hid our bitter truths
Cupid likes to claim that “Love Conquers All” well he needs to come down off of his cloud and tell me that I’m wrong
Love in my case doesn’t conquer anything, not when you’re up against the devil himself because the devil he plays to cheat
Cupid is winged because as they say lovers are flighty, I know that devils are, they are just cleverer about hiding those wings when they come making their call
They say Cupid is boyish because love is irrational but then again men they are too, and devils well they’re the worst of all wrapped up in beauty while they defile you
So, Cupid you can have your arrow back and I can tell you where it should go, next time instead of hitting the devil in the heart with it please aim just a little more low.
I desperately wanted to come back
And you surreptitiously checked out of my life
I no longer have a friend, confidant, lover and wife
Indeed, I’m out of luck
Thank God the firmament remains blue
The clouds are traipsing left and right
The birds are enjoying the slow flight
And my pain is fresh and new
Yet I’m a survivor
Indeed a valiant fighter
I resign myself to suffering for a while
I’m found guilty and sentenced
Without a fair and just trial
I realize that love makes no sense
You can laugh, giggle, jump and dance
I’m now hurt, out of luck, mute and unbalanced.
Copyright © July 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Pas De Chance
Je voulais désespérément revenir
Mais tu as discrètement quitté ma vie
Je n'ai plus de femme, d’amante, de confidente, et d’amie
En effet, j’ai vu ma chance s’évanouir
Dieu merci, le firmament reste bleu, pas trop moche
Les nuages se déplacent à droite et à gauche
Les oiseaux de branches en branches s’envolent
Et ma douleur est fraîche et nouvelle
Pourtant je suis un survivant
En effet un vaillant combattant
Je me résigne à souffrir pour ce moment
Je suis reconnu coupable et condamné
Sans un procès équitable et approprié
Je réalise que l'amour est insensé
Tu peux rire, sauter, piaffer et danser
Et moi blessé, malchanceux, muet et déséquilibré.
Copyright © Juillet 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Sin Suerte
Yo deseaba desesperadamente volver
Y tú silenciosamente dejaste mi vida
Ya no tengo esposa, amante, confidente o amiga
De hecho, vi mi suerte desaparecer
Gracias a Dios el cielo sigue siendo azul, no demasiado feo
Las nubes se mueven a derecha e izquierda
Los pájaros vuelan de rama en rama
Y mi dolor es fresco y nuevo
Sin embargo, soy un sobreviviente
De hecho, un luchador valiente
Me resigno a sufrir este momento
Soy declarado culpable y sentenciado
Sin un juicio justo y adecuado
Me doy cuenta de que el amor no tiene sentido
Puedes reír, saltar, patear y bailar.
Y yo dolido, desafortunado, mudo y desequilibrado.
Copyright © Julio de 2024, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poesía.
Y después de todo, todo esto, mi amor
Yo te amo, te adoro y siempre te amare
Después de tantos alborotos y confusiones
Después de tanto caos y tribulaciones
Después de tantos desafíos locos
Después de tantos conflictos divertidos
Después de tantas acusaciones falsas
Después de tantas oposiciones débiles
Después de tantas humillaciones vanas
Después de tantos hechos terribles
Después de tantas voluntades
Después de tantos juramentos
Después de tantos sueños extraños
Después de tantas mentiras reales
Después de tantos malentendidos
Después de tantas súplicas locas
Después de tantos argumentos inútiles
Después de tantas miradas inútiles
Después de tantos batiburrillos y peligrosos
Después de tantas manías y gestos infantiles
Después de tantos insultos y quimeras
Después de tantos desprecios y guerras paramilitares
Después de tantos rugidos de letanía
Después de tantas reacciones lacónicas
Después de tantos tumultos amargos
Después de tantos discursos al revés
Después de tantos poemas elegíacos
Después de tantas miradas demoníacas
Después de tantos silencios increíbles
Después de tantos días y noches de aburrimiento
Después de tantos sudores ebrios y enfermizos
Después de tantas lágrimas rápidas y furtivas
Después de tantas cosas que no me atrevería a detallar
Y después de tantos otros que no me gustaría enumerar
Yo te amo, te quiero y te seguiré amando
El amor es una locura hinchada de deseos inexplicables
Las palabras y las letras son a veces herramientas incapaces
Definir adecuadamente el destino y las exégesis del alma.
Nadie es perfecto excepto la imaginación de la mujer.
Los hombres siempre se equivocan. Los hombres fuertes nunca
Tienen la razón apropiada sea cual sea la temporada
Después de todo, todo esto, mi linda rosa
El firmamento no se volvería sombrío
El viento primaveral ha llegado a engalanar la naturaleza
Los pájaros vuelan y cantan. Que feliz aventura
El futuro dirá el resto. Como un escriba en entusiasmo, no puedo esperar para escribir
Y después de todo eso, yo te amo y quiero confirmar todas mis palabras.
Traducción de 'After All, All These, My Pretty Rose' de Hebert Logerie
Copyright© Febrero 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poemas.
In the eye of the hurricane, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : En el ojo del hurracan
(Ninth in the collection : Metafora del Desafuero, published – according to the editor, Alejandro
Duque Amusco – not in 1988, but in 1989, was awarded the « Premio Nacional de Poésia »
for 1989, on May 28, 1990. Bousono, as in these later free verse compositions, shows how
well he manages the long-breathed line, a clear contrast to the compact and elliptical earlier
verse, say, of the collection : Subida al amor. T. Wignesan)
The creatures of plenitude situated themselves holding their silence, the thrones of
inexplicability, exactly, therefore, in the very centre of the eye of the hurricane :
that doors be blown asunder, that windows be blown away,
that agonizing bodies in makeshift beds be smothered into oblivion,
half-dead widows, postmen who half-way in the act of delivering
the love letter which would definitely render us joyful,
the seat where the poor old grandmother was in the act of sitting
while sewing
the newly-born baby’s pony-tailed bonnet which turned around half-
way in the gusts,
the hurricane which uplifted love and all that was left of love :
letters, papers, leaves
of music,
lovers in coitus at the orgiastic acmé and the light,
when it began to dawn,
when the saxophone cleared its throat and commenced the beat of the
dance,
when everything on the stage in its place awaited the raising of the
curtain,
when the wedding was at the point of being consecrated, and the
priest was ready to offer his benediction : « el ite misa est »,
when within the following few moments the inexorable
ceremonial of the written formalities was about to be concluded
then, as I said,
and only then,
the hurricane unleashed its violence with rage, the incomprehensible
hurricane, and there stood still only the immoveable lucid eye,
separate, eminent, complete in its entire being, that by force of its
profundity had ascended to the exact point where it could
redeem its guilt,
the eye of reconciliation,
the eye of wisdom and suave serenity,
where the intact and silenced world sang
adorable and yet so beautiful without us,
necessary pretexts, notwithstanding, of its musical nature.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Cantas en mi Corazon
Una Colaboración con Michael P. Clarke
Spanish Version - Free Verse
Ven en mis brazos, tu templo tan cerca de mí,
Estoy perdido en tus ojos, la gloria del amor ahora veo.
Escucho la canción de tu corazón mientras estamos en el abrazo del amor,
Cuando en tu abrazo, sé que comparto la gracia de un ángel.
Ahora mi amado, yo saboreo tu glorioso amor,
Tus labios se encuentran con los míos mientras estamos en el Cielo.
Baila conmigo mi amor, de las estrellas de Dios no nos separaremos,
La canción del amor es la canción que canta en mi corazón.
Mi querido, en tus brazos amorosos estoy libre
para florecer como la rosa preciosa que yo estaba destinada a ser.
Un mago del amor, sabes cómo encender mi corazón,
el sabor de tus labios me revuelve con un deseo primitivo.
Amor de mi vida, eres mi única gran pasión,
anhelo tus abrazos porque eres mi adicción divina.
Contigo bailaré entre las estrellas y nunca nos separaremos,
la canción de nuestro amor es la canción que canta en mi corazón.
Sing In My Heart
A Collaboration by Pandita Sanchez & Michael P Clarke
English Version - Rhyme
Come into my arms, your temple so close to me,
I am lost in your eyes, love's glory I now see.
I hear your heart's song as we stand in love's embrace,
when in your embrace,I know I share an angel's grace.
Now my beloved, I do taste your glorious love,
your lips meet mine, as we stand in Heaven above.
Dance with me my love, from God's stars we shall not part,
the song of love is the song I sing in my heart.
My darling, in your loving arms I am free,
to flourish as the precious rose I was meant to be.
A magician of love, you set my heart on fire,
the taste of your lips stirs me with primeval desire.
Love of my life, you are my one great passion,
I crave your embrace for you are my divine addiction.
With you I will dance among the stars and we will never part,
the song of our love is the song that sings in my heart.
06-10-2017
Note: Mike wrote the 1st stanzas in both versions, while I wrote the 2nd stanzas in both versions.
Thank you my friend, Mike for inviting me to collaborate with you on this special piece and for inspiring me with your wonderful spirit and words!
the list that was a fist
a) it is possible
b) it is inevitable
chained to a million pleasures
an astonishing compendium of compulsions
honed bright with a fool's ardor
the kind you'd wish for in a movie script
undulating at the tar pits of amor
the land rich with autographs
bruised and humiliated reciting the alphabet
backwards on the curb with Officer *****
a limited perspective but not without its ironies
blazing trails to metabolic equilibrium
using every crutch and cane there is
to seek out and embrace ignorance
in a fanciful play of medieval shadows
colliding with the grace of mosh pit elbows
and that pretty much nails it
the rest is a problem of amplification
if looking can blind you I'm blind
he seems to have a button gone missing
ripe to the skies with the stink of deduction
hell was upon us and none grieved
in statistically relevant numbers
apparently they had finally reached
the bottom of the barrel
we still wage war upon feudalism
good advice for any century or cemetery
touch something holy once in a while
and mighty Thor will wing above
ah sure right uh huh you bet
needing humor the wires tried to sing
the blades of the switch bit the anode
all is broadcast everywhere right now
on all the boogie woogie coordinates
how's that for karmic indifference
some curse some utter gratitude
may the good fairy console you
and turn the illusion of warmth
up a little higher
since it hasn't yet been made a crime
to destroy your own mind
until the foundations of the world
thunder and come apart like cooked meat
but working on the problem
is better than nothing
even if you really don't know
all that you think you know
even if hideously scarred in battle
a terra cotta bust hot from the oven
smelling of sulfur and bruises
tempted by radiance and music and poetry
which could get you jailed tonight
so pretend you have wide angle vision
under a curse with an escape clause
in varying pedantic proportions
for another illegal exit
from Average and its Law
played to hI fives all around
kindling fires of rebellion
the Metaphor League saw to it
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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A smile that causes my heart to hold its breath. Eyes above everything else, your graceful beauty expresses silent secrets wishing to see me see you, see us. Fingers crossed.
My mind and the steady thumps within my chest-whispers "I will, I can, I do, should you allow it". Will you tell me true? Will you hurt the essence of my heart? Risk and our worth?
The risk will not deter me. A truthful love is my desire and I'm willing to sacrifice a piece of my heart if I must to find it in your beautiful smile.
Your eyes employs my soul sigh deep.
I'm falling against gravity.
I will never lie to you.
This feels too right that it scares me.
I refuse to run away.
Are you real? Can I touch you to be sure this naught a dream that me waking up again thinking "where is she?".
Please Lord allow this not be just another vivid dream.
If you are then I will name you as to create a file never to forget.
Desire? Destiny? Which do you like best? D.D. it is then.
D.D. I hope desperately hope that you decide to stay and see how "meant to be" evolves into "made to be". As we become more than possible. Worry not of what others my think, it's only your thoughts that I want to hold onto, your opinions to be the light outside shining in. When you finally allow me to kiss away every one of your doubts, I will. Should you doubt a lot I will never let my lips leave yours. It needs not be doubt that serves only for our souls to merge at the mouthpiece.
It already seems to be
more of the ceiling despite the floor.
Can this be real for a change? Not a game?
Hello Belief.
I gaze in every direction waiting, no shoes have dropped and should that happen is it okay that I don't care? That I will rather work without pay to attain all of you? My heart beat is a baffled one. This is the first that I have accepted vulnerability. Uncertainty feels like an embrace that refuses to release not of fear but of a love so intense everyday welcomes it to remain "brand new".
Lord thanks for getting back to me, please let this be. I'll traverse even through the darkest trees until I find the meadowlands...home.
It's beyond any shimmering moment. Tome mi amor de la mano por favor.
(Love please take my hand)
Bola de nieve
Triste boriken
Esperanza de tu
Regreso
De mar y cielo
Mi gente con Dios
Las palmas te
Llaman
Mi musica te canta
A tus playas tan divinas
Los altos del campo
Tamarindo chula
Caminos solo para ti
Nuestro amor
Tomando cafecito *****
Y sonando bajo sombra
De un pino
Bola de nieve
Recuerdos al pasado
En mi cielo de amor
Mi Dulce color
Una epoca en Los
Ayeres de hoy
Volveremos Otra vez
A mi Rincon
Mi India Borincana
Los bohios
De mi gente
Mi familia
Mi Puerto Rico
Tierra Mia..
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