orquídea

Publicado: 27 abril, 2014 | Autor: rosa borrás | Archivado en: Uncategorized | Deja un comentario

un año más de este espacio

las dos rosas

Publicado: 28 enero, 2014 | Autor: rosa borrás | Archivado en: Uncategorized | 2 comentarios

(la vida y la muerte caminan siempre tomadas de la mano)

things which enclose me

Publicado: 7 enero, 2014 | Autor: rosa borrás | Archivado en: Uncategorized | Tags: frail gesture | Deja un comentario

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and

my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility: whose texture

compels me with the color of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens; only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

E.E. Cummings

sin título

Publicado: 9 diciembre, 2013 | Autor: rosa borrás | Archivado en: Uncategorized | Deja un comentario

There are promises broken and promises kept

Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept

There’s a chapter of secrets, and words to confess

If I lose everything that I possess

There’s a chapter on loss and a ghost who won’t die

There’s a chapter on love where the ink’s never dry

There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
…
The book of my life. Sting.

That’s how the light gets in.

Publicado: 30 noviembre, 2013 | Autor: rosa borrás | Archivado en: Uncategorized | Deja un comentario

Anthem

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.

Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government —
signs for all to see.

I can’t run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
a thundercloud
and they’re going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring …

You can add up the parts
but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.

Leonard Cohen