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domingo, 20 de mayo de 2012


   Red shoes,
black soul.
Blue heart,
grey sky.
Soft snow,
white hands.
Smile, snail, smile.
Cotton clouds
for your path.

     Blanca Langa

lunes, 14 de mayo de 2012

SUMMER GRASSES, a poem by Basho

PHOTO: Grasses. By Blanca Langa

Ah, summer grasses!
All that remains
Of the warriors dreams.


(Translated by R.H Blyth)

miércoles, 9 de mayo de 2012

THE ANGEL, a poem by William Blake

PHOTO: Bridge over the river Jalón. By Blanca Langa
I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe, was neer beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush'd rosy red:
I dried my tears & armd my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm'd, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled 
And grey hairs were on my head