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jueves, 22 de marzo de 2012


PHOTO: Spring, by Blanca Langa

  Spring bursts
in daisies.
The sparrows invade
the streets of life.
Unnail your eyes,
Unpick your lips.
Take off your gag
and rehearse your song
of welcome.
Open your windows. Come.
It´s spring.
Look out, look at the daisies

jueves, 15 de marzo de 2012


PHOTOS: from Youtube and

  I found this videoblog and I loved it. Hope you will like it as well. The blogger is RubenintheRye. He tries to show all stupid things that people think about different jobs here:

You can follow this blogger here:

martes, 13 de marzo de 2012


  Wield every verse
the same as you wield a stylet:
with decision,
crosswise, if necessary.

nailing the words
in each wound.

   Let it touch the weak spot
and penetrate to the bottom.
Stab slowly:
straight to the heart.

  Wield the words
with decision.
The same as you wield a stylet:
stab straight to the heart!.

   Blanca Langa
You can read the original poem, in Spanish:

lunes, 12 de marzo de 2012

IF, a poem by Rudyard Kipling


It is a very inspirational poem. I read it for the first time when I was fifteen years old. And it changed my life.

Follow the first link and you will listen to Harvey Keitel reading the original poem (with the Spanish version). This is a commercial on CNN. It belongs to the Series of poems 1997, Thoughts that transcend, Union Bank of Switzerland. Copyright of UBS:

Or if you like Federer:

Do you prefer Dennis Hooper?:

A song by Joni Mitchell based on the poem?:

Or in French:

Joseph Rudyard Kipling (30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936) was an English poet, short-story writer, and novelist chiefly remembered for his celebration of British imperialism, tales and poems of British soldiers in India, and his tales for children. Kipling received the 1907 Nobel Prize for Literature. He was born in Bombay, in the Bombay Presidency of British India, and was taken by his family to England when he was five years old. Kipling is best known for his works of fiction, including The Jungle Book (a collection of stories which includes "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi"),Just So Stories (1902) (1894), Kim (1901) (a tale of adventure), many short stories, including "The Man Who Would Be King" (1888); and his poems, including Mandalay (1890), Gung Din (1890), The White Man's Burden (1899) and If— (1910). He is regarded as a major "innovator in the art of the short story"; his children's books are enduring classics of children's literature; and his best works are said to exhibit "a versatile and luminous narrative gift".
Kipling was one of the most popular writers in England, in both prose and verse, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.

viernes, 9 de marzo de 2012




 "How much is it?", he asked. "Eighty", the shopkeeper answered.  She was wearing a dark purple dress. Fleshy lips, long nose, clever eyes and a nice smile. "It is a silken scarf, made in Sri Lanka by an old artisan. He sometimes works for us, but it is a very special person. Too independant. He only works from time to time. We are lucky this month. He is really inspired". "I love it", the customer said, "could you put the scarf around your neck?" "Of course, sir, it will be my pleasure". So she did. A bright smile spread on her face. "Perfect", he smiled at her. And made her turning to see her back. "Really perfect", he insisted. "You won´t regret this purchase, sir". "I won´t. But you will". And he streched the lace around her neck.

jueves, 8 de marzo de 2012


FOTO: "Homenaje a Lempicka III. Manuel Parra.

   For women who weave dreams made of glass.
For those who weave laughter and heal wounds by healers kisses.
For those who sing lullabies when they are sad.
For those who are able to smile through her tears.
For those who watch the world quietly and are watched and forgotten by the world.
For those who cook to think and think how to cook anxiety.
For those who cut crups of peace and spread them on the table.
For those who love without hope and those who are love desperately.
For all fragile women, beautifully beauty, in their fragility.
For all strong women wielding flags of courage.
For all women in this world.

Blanca Langa

To read the original poem:

miércoles, 7 de marzo de 2012

I WANT TO DIE WHILE YOU LOVE ME, a poem by Georgia Johnson

FOTOGRAFÍA: Monasterio de Piedra, 233
Blanca Langa

  I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold  me fair,    
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.

I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent,
To warm me when I´m dead.

I want to die while you love me,
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give!

I want to die while you love me
And never, never see
The glory of this perfect day
Grow dim or cease to be.

GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON was born in Atlanta, Georgia in 1880. With her publication of 'The Heart of a Woman' in 1918, she became one of the most widely known African-American female poets since Frances E. W. Harper. 

For more information about the author you can go to:

domingo, 4 de marzo de 2012


PHOTO: Blanca Langa

I know -and so you do-
it would have been enough
to strech your open hand
and reach mine.
Open like the calyx
of some very rare flower.
So rare and so ephemeral
that it lived for a second
                 and left us wondering
if it had been real.

I know that just a word
would have been enough.
And I´d have opened
the palm of my hand
to fasten together
your fingers and mine
Open like the calyx
of some very rare flower.
So rare and so ephemeral
that it could never be.