Poesías bilingües... y algo mas

jueves, 28 de julio de 2016

Poetry in pictures: Colon and Palacio San Jose, and Ruby on her first vacation!

sábado, 23 de julio de 2016

PRIMICIAS!!!

PRIMICIOS AL MILAGRO

(21 de julio, 2016 – Cancion-poesia) Dices que no se puede. Las puertas cerrándose. No hay esperanza, no razón, ni sentido. Dices que no puedes seguir. Las sombras se aumentan pesemos. Sin embargo la música baila en mis pensamientos Percepción intuitiva que nos cuenta ¨si´, se puede¨… Mover a las montañas, Rumbear por sobre el mar, Bailar cobijando Almas perdidos para desgustar. Percepciones almacenadas profundamente adentro. La esperanza vieja y roto en pedazos, ¡Se renueva una y otra vez!

FIRST SIGNS OF MIRACLES You say there is no way. All doors are closed. No hope, no reason, no sense. You say you can´t go on. The shadows grow forlorn. Yet music dances in my head. Perception intuitively tells us that we can… Move Mountains, Roam over seas, Dance, sheltering lost souls to please. Perceptions held deep within. Old torn hope grows, Renewed, again, again.

lunes, 27 de junio de 2016

Sing through troubled times!!! This goes way back to times left behind!

At the time I wrote this poem, I had a student who was going to a technical school... and one of the Presidents at that time, when Argentina was in a lot of serious economic problems, was "Sa". There is more to tell but maybe this will keep you all curious!

May 22 2002 5:30 a.m. A SONG TO SING "If I had a hammer"... "Sa, Sa, Sa" Come children, we have a house to build. Come along now and build our house. Come children, gather up gather straw, and gather dust, gather stars, gather together, gather the harvest. The time has come to build to build our house of Harmony and Love.. Bring your saws, hammers too... Ring the Bell and trumpets anew... Announcing the news! Gather the lame, the sick, the weary... Build a Temple gigantic for the World, WITH THE MIRACULOUS MATERIAL OF SONGS FROM YOUR HEART UNFURLED! By: Karla

It's Windy today, but at least it isn't Hot and Humid! This song is especially for my brothers, since all five of them know about construction! Maybe they can put some order to the forms!

sábado, 9 de abril de 2016

WELL WISHING (Translated to Spanish)!!!

EL BIEN DESEAR Yo creo, y creo En algo profundo. Creo que podemos encontrarlo; Creo en encontrar la manera. Yo creo, y creo. Vivirlo plenamente; Plena e intensamente, Cada día. Every day. Cantando nuestra canción. Escuchando con atención; Pensar, contemplar; E incluso rezar. Considerar profundamente, Cada palabra que se dice. Tu bienestar me importa. Hacer a un lado las malas vibraciones; Compartir este Espiritu que crece; Anhelando que el bien y el amor no falten. Lo que trato de decir Es que me importas; El debil, el major; Y todos entre ellos: Piensa en ello Que nadie quede afuera; Los que más sufren Viven en el egoismo y la duda: Yo creo, y creo, Que el mundo puede estar mejor. Creo posible darle la vuelta a las cosas. Escuchando profundamente, Con compasión entre todos. Hacer un gran cambio; A la humanidad, ¡algo valioso para dar! Yo creo, y creo, Cuidar el medioambiente, La ecología, los sentimientos, Todo lo existente. Yo creo, creo, Yo creo… y creo. Por: Karla

jueves, 31 de marzo de 2016

Translation of my poem ¨APUESTO¨!

¨Apuesto¨ means ¨I bet¨, and can also mean ¨good looking, or adorned¨. Sometimes, God gives us small signs that work big! In December of 2015, at a meeting of the Legion of Mary, I gave a book to the Primate of Buenos Aires, and Spiritual Director of our group, Father Alejandro Russo, an anthology made by members of Father Hernan´s Literary ¨Café¨, with a note greeting him and the two Pope in Rome. I could not have known at the time, but Father Russo was about to go to Rome. It seems to me a sign of intuition. I dedicated the Anthology, ¨Palabras of Luz¨, with the following poem, ¨I BET¨. I wrote the poem on November 22, 2015, which was the day of our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe, and at the same time the day of Santa Cecilia, the Saint of Music! In ¨Palabras de Luz¨, there are two of my writings, ¨La Intuicion Suficiente¨, and a poem, ¨la Gloria de la Oliva¨, which for me are almost prophetic, and talk about my experience with songs, and which you can see in my blog. Good tidings for the year 2016 inspite of so many problems! BET Between intuition and longing. Between the prophecies of youth and desires coming true. Between daily pleadings and an uncertain reality. Hope presses on. Obligated to be humble By the threat of a talkative insatiable beast, Fulfilled promises Appear in their due time! By: Karla

viernes, 25 de marzo de 2016

¨AS TIME GOES BY¨, (MEMORIES) OF KARLA.

A LETTER FROM KARLA TO BARACK OBAMA
ON HIS VISIT TO ARGENTINA

(March 24, 2016)

Mr. President:

I am so glad you could come to visit us in my adoptive country, Argentina.

I have been living here for 30 years, coming here because I married an Argentine man who I met in Ecuador in 1975. We married in 1976 on April 30th, in Buenos Aires, and then went to and lived together in the United States for about 12 years.

I have encouraged you to visit us in Argentina on one of your blogs, and am glad you have come. I have often thought, ¨why not all of America? We have so much in common". For that matter, ¨why not the whole world¨? What holds back a common society?

I would like to continue writing about these concerns, but for now I leave you with this question and this image of a park where I frequently go to near my house. People call it Pappo´s Park. Pappo, or ¨Norberto Napolitano¨, was my husband´s cousin. The park is four blocks from my house and I have gone there for consolation and a place to think and contemplate all of the times I have been in Buenos Aires. Pappo was a famous Argentine Rock and Blues guitar player. His remains are in the park with a monument to him there. His way of living could be debated, but I know that he believed in humanity, in wellbeing for all, and in peace.

I have never seen a disturbance in the park, Children play ball, people walk their dogs, the parrots gather when there are few people. Cars pass by busily. Some people run, walk or work out on the exercise machines. Once there was a small eagle or ¨aguilucho¨ who frightened the pidgeons, but it was a minor incident. Another time a brazilian woman was frightened by young people who apparently were trying to give her directions. Small children play, run and chatter with their parents or grandparents. Some people bring Mate´ or cookies and sandwiches, or drinks, sometimes a beer or soft drink. The trees are tall and strong, very green. Vendors sell cotton candy, ice-cream, and one young lady sells pieces of home-made cake. Perhaps almost all of the young couples or lovers from this area of the City have spent time in this park. I love to sit and watch what seems to be ¨nothing¨ pass before my eyes. Young, teens, babies, the old, animals all together in harmony. Sometimes there is someone to chat with, a neighbor, new friend, or Church companion who is passing by, someone to share the moment with. Mostly, I sit in the park and contemplate and pray about the great questions of life and the universe, and the most tiny ones too! Sometimes, so lonely, but always feeling filled with the Spirit and accompanied finally by God. In a way, it is a spiritual Mass for me.

I went there before I got married, after, with Pascual, with friends and relatives, and later, with our children. At first, I was amazed with the merry-go-round (Calesita), especially since it had the same name as my husband. Later, my son had the same name, too! This brought Easter into special meaning for me, a passing, passage, pascua, from the old to the new. East to West! I have always felt to be a special part of history. You help us all to feel like we are a special part of history. There are marks to be made! I remember you most for this. And I have great hopes for your wife too, Michelle! Go for it!!! You are both young. I am older now, but happy, still have hope, and even more, faith.

What most catches my thoughts is the sky. It seems to be open and clear, even on rainy, cloudy days. It is as if there is an ¨openness¨ to this area of such a busy, bustling City, and yet it shelters everyone who is in the area. The people waiting to take buses look onto the park area. They seem to want to take part in the activity. The cars are many, but careful not to hit people, or animals crossing the street.

Could it be possible to at least make areas like this all over the World, and perhaps little by little fabricate, so to speak, more areas as time goes by??? These are my thoughts for today, having awoken from interesting dreams which I will also later write about!