WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND?, a poem by Christina Rossetti

PHOTO: The garden. By Blanca Langa

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I:

But when the trees bow down their heads,

The wind is passing by.

Christina Rossetti
http://kelleyward.hubpages.com/hub/Short-Classic-Poems-for-Boys

Christina Georgina Rossetti (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894) was an English poet who wrote a variety of romantic, devotional, and children's poems. She is perhaps best known for her long poem Goblin Market, her love poem Remember, and for the words of the Christmas carol In the Bleak Midwinter.
To learn more about the poet:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christina_Rossetti

HEART, WE WILL FORGET HIM, a poema by Emily Dickinson

PHOTO: La casa del Marqués. By Blanca Langa

 













  Heart, we will forget him,
you and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done pray tell me,
then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ´lest while you´re lagging
I may remember him.

  Emily Dickinson

A CUP OF WINE (to R.)

PHOTO: The fountain, by Blanca Langa

   Some people are near us and others are far away. The most important is not how far our friends can be from us if our hearts are close to each other.
  I was talking to a friend yesterday. He was on the Internet, but even like this, we had a cup of wine together. No matter where you live. No matter if there are mountains, oceans or half a world separating people. The distance between friends is not a matter of kilometres.
   I thank the life for giving me good people to share  lots of messages and a nice cup of wine. God bless you all. Cheers!!

SMILE, SNAIL

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

     Blanca Langa

SUMMER GRASSES, a poem by Basho

PHOTO: Grasses. By Blanca Langa

Ah, summer grasses!

All that remains

Of the warriors dreams.

     Basho

(Translated by R.H Blyth)
http://www.haikupoetshut.com/basho1.html

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

WORDS AND SMILES

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   I usually give words, put them in colourful envelopes and try to touch some hearts. I sometimes give caring words, cross my fingers and hope that people get well. Just by my words. However their sadness is often stronger than my words and people I love can´t always smile.  Unfortunately, words aren´t perfect.
   But there´s something that never fails. Something that can make them smile through their tears: a laugh.
  Thanks for laughing with me in the train, watching a funny film. It was nice to meet you. I wish you a long life with lots of smiles. Life is a wonderful trip.