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Before the dream, or the terror, it interweaves
Mythologies and cosmographies.
Before the time unweaves itself into days —
The sea, always, the always-sea, it was and was.
Who is the sea? Who is the violent
Ancient creature that chews earth’s sandy pillars,
One and many sea-mouths gnawing,
And abyss and splendor and chance and wind?
Who sees it sees it for the first time
Always. With elemental wonders drawn out, sad evenings,
Bright moon, cooled embers from last night’s bonfire on the beach.
Who is the sea? Who am I? I will not know it until
After the last succeeding wave-days and pain.
“El Mar” by Jorge Luis Borges from El otro, el mismo (1964)
ÂżTan salado estoy? Entonces del mar soy.
-jnai
Me gusta el mar porque jamás se disculpa por ser inmenso. No intenta encajar en la orilla ni hacerse pequeño para incomodar menos. Es profundo, intenso, impredecible y aun asà hermoso. Quizá por eso lo admiro tanto.
Gateway to Healing
Puerta de entrada a mi sanaciĂłn
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No alcancé a preguntarte
Si amaste hasta la culpa
Si también temes
Cuendo la palabra deseo
Levanta su puñal
Si también en ti
La palabra fosa
Es un corazĂłn en la intermperie
No alcancé a preguntarte
Si tampoco te alcanzan las palabras
Si me extrañaste alguna vez
Si dijiste (todo) lo que venĂas a decirme
En el fondo
No querrĂa que respondas
Mis preguntas
Como tĂş
El mar también daña
Cuando vuelve
Solo entonces se violenta entre las rocas.
Horacio Butler (Argentine) - El Mar (oil on canvas, 1963)
