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The baby blog is three month´s old !

It´s been already three months since I opened this blog and I am very happy about it. I have noticed that posting on a regular basis keeps me active in a topic that I love. Besides, reading and writing regularly about poetry teaches me new things and reminds me other things that I had already forgotten. Moreover, the amount of visits to the blog so far (and you can see at the end of the webpage) encourages me to carry on with the blog. Those figures indicate that there are some people out there who read it regularly. Interestingly enough, the blog has had already visits from all continents although most viewers come from Europe and the U.S.A. Also, it is worth highlighting the increasing number of viewers coming from countries as different as Guatelama, Sri Lanka, Israel, Brazil, New Zealand, Korea, India, Pakistan and Rusia. Thank you to all of you.However, there is one element missing in the blog. A friend of mine has got to the conclusion that most blog readers take a look at the n…

Inviting a friend to supper

There is a Spaniard who lives not far from where I live. I saw him strolling with his Polish girlfriend a few months ago but I did not have the opportunity to introduce myself because I was a bit in a hurry. Last week, I was on my way to the supermarket and I saw him walking his dog. He was talking to the dog in Spanish and the dog seemed to understand! I am not sure what they were doing but they had a lot of fun. As far as I understood, he was throwing snowballs at the pavement and the dog was trying to fetch them. The problem is that by the time the snowball was on the floor, it got mixed up with the rest of the snow that was covering the pavement . The dog seemed to enjoy it.

Anyway, I decided to say "Hola" to him. The conversation went on like this:

Him: ¿Hablas español?
Do you speak Spanish ?
Me: Si, soy de Madrid, ¿Y tú?
Yes, I am from Madrid, ¿And you?
Him: Soy de Barcelona.
I am from Barcelona.
Me: Tengo en casa un poco de jamón serrano.
I have some Spanish ham at home.
Him: …

The Indifferent

Following my last post, I have to tell you that yesterday I went to the forest to take some photographs and to share a couple of words with the lake nymph. As a few weeks ago I had already taken some beautiful pictures of the trees covered with snow and of the frozen lake, my main aim was to show you the same places with and without snow.

Unfortunately, I will not be able to show you the metamorphosis I wanted because the trees are still covered with a huge amount of snow and the lake is still frozen. There was no trace of the lake nymph either. Apparently the snow has started to melt down nearby the roads and buildings and the nymph seems to be too lazy to leave her secret and cozy cave. So, I just went for a walk and took a couple of photographs of several birds whose name I do not know. Well, I also had a word with a neighbour who was walking her dog. I am jealous of John Donne.


The Indifferent
by John Donne (1572-1631)

I can love both fair and brown,
Her whom abundance melts, and her …

Bye, bye snow !

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Today the sun is shinning and the snow is melting down little by little. I am happy again ! I was a bit fed up with so much snow and needed to see the sun and its powerful effects. Today I am going to watch the weather forecast and see if the worst part of the winter is over or not. I hope so. I would love to leave the gloves in the drawer and wear a lighter coat. The thick anorak that I wear everyday is like my second skin, always with me.



Translation of Horace, Odes, Book 4, Ode 7
by Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)

The snow dissolved no more is seen,
The fields and woods, behold! are green.
The changing year renews the plain,
The rivers know their banks again;
The sprightly Nymph and naked Grace
The mazy dance together trace;
The changing year's successive plan
Proclaims mortality to man.
Rough Winter's blasts to Spring give way,
Spring yields to Summer's sovereign ray; 10
Then Summer sinks in Autumn's reign,
And Winter chills the world again:
Her losses soon the m…

Mutability

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Very often we tend to critizise politicians for changing their mind. Those who were radicals when they were young, today they are conservative in all they do. Those whose views were conservative, today tend to radicalize their positions because they feel it is the only way to change things.


The truth is that we change our minds because it is part of our human nature. In a way, we are all like clouds that change their shapes, their sizes, their colours and their positions. All is in constant movement inside and outside ourselves. Today we are different from the way we were yesterday and tomorrow we will be different again.





























Mutabilityby Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! -yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever: (4)
Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
On…

International missions abroad

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I hate war. I would like to think that the vast majority of the population think like I do. However, I know there are thousands of people out there who love it. Some make money out of it by selling weapons, some others make money selling food illegally at very high prices. Even some others love war because they still see romanticism in it. They even see more romanticism in fighting abroad because they believe they "do good to mankind" (5). They also believe they will bring "freedom"(7) that will last forever.
Forget it. War is bad and is not good to anybody, not even to those whose bank accounts are full of bloody money as their hearts are rotten and empty. I doubt whether those international missions promoted by international organizations do any good to the country and to their inhabitants. At what price?
Lord Byron was wrong in the poem below. Well perhaps he was only right in the last verse: " if [you are]not shot or hanged, you´ll get knighted" (8).


Wh…

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I have just read in the newspapers that Nelson Mandela has good reasons to be a happy man these days. Yesterday he celebrated the 20th anniversary of his liberation after spending 27 years in jail. When I think of all the things a person can do in 27 years, the first ideas that cross my mind are some of the most important things that I did during the first 27 years of my life: I had a happy childhood, I finished my studies, I travelled all over Europe, I met people, I married a nice woman and we had a son. I did all that as a free man and nobody forced me to do what I did. Nobody forced me to do things I did not want to do either. I suppose I always took my freedom for granted and I was never aware of the fact that not everybody had the same freedom I had to carry out simple activities such as playing with friends, attending the school, travelling and meeting people…in freedom. Twenty-seven years is a very long period of time to spend behind bars and yet, Mr Mandela managed to surviv…

Sweet dreams

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Last night I had a beautiful dream. No, it was not about winning the jackpot and buying a bigger flat. I do not remember much of it but I was laughing and there were plenty of people around me. I was feeling really well until suddenly the alarm clock woke me up.They say we all dream but most of the times I do not remember anything at all. I was wondering if all the people who lost their family, friends and properties in the Haiti earthquake dream about good things too. Do we really escape from our physical reality when we dream? Can our dreams separate reality from fiction when they take over? I do not know. I guess dreaming is not governed by free will but I hope all those Haitian children who have lost their parents and have nothing at all can have intense and beautiful dreams to fly to an unreal dimension that can help them forget for a while.
Dreamsby Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849).
I have been happy, tho' in a dream.I have been happy- and I love the theme:Dreams! in their vivid c…

Federico Garcia Lorca in English

Following the previous entry, this time I am including a poem written by Federico Garcia Lorca, known all over the world as Lorca. He was killed at the beginning of the Spanish Civil War when he was 38 years of age. Lorca, the man, disappeared but his poems have been recited and sung since then by tenths of Spanish singers and songwriters alike.

Here comes part of one of his most powerful and well-known poems taken from Romancero Gitano (Gypsy Ballads, 1928).

Verde que te quiero verde.
Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
El barco sobre la mar
y el caballo en la montaña.
Con la sombra en la cintura
ella sueña en su baranda,
verde carne, pelo verde,
con ojos de fría plata.
Verde que te quiero verde…And here comes the translation in English as appears in the Gypsy Ballads:

Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
With the shade around her waist
she dreams on her balcony,
green flesh, her hair green,
with eyes of cold silver.
Green, how I want…