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Showing posts with label FUENCARRAL (MADRID). Show all posts
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Saturday, September 20, 2025

EN FUENCARRAL, CON LAS HORMIGAS Y UN DESCONOCIDO (ROBERTSON DAVIES)


 

(Contemplado hoy las “carreteras” de las hormigas.Algunos “ individuos” son hormigas pero "saben" lo que hacen)
 
Complicado y denso es el bordado de las circunstancias.
Costura de hormigas en la hierba.
Hierba cosida a la tierra.
Diseño de olas sobre el que se enhebra un tallo.
Por casualidad estoy aquí y miro.

(…)
Ante esta visión siempre me abandona la certeza
De que lo importante
Es más importante que lo insignificante

Wislava Szymborska
 
There is no nonsense so gross that society will not, at some time, make a doctrine of it and defend it with every weapon of communal stupidity 
 
The love of truth lies at the root of much humor
 
 

 
 A sense of wonder is in itself a religious feeling. But in so many people the sense of wonder gets lost. It gets scarred over. It's as though a tortoise shell has grown over it. People reach a stage where they're never surprised, never delighted. They're never suddenly aware of glorious freedom or splendour in their lives. This is very unhappy, very unfortunate. The attitude is often self-induced. It is fear. People are afraid to be happy
 
Robertson Davies 
 
 
There was not one hireling there. I have no doubt that it was a principle they fought for, as much as our ancestors, and not to avoid a three-penny tax on their tea; and the results of this battle will be as important and memorable to those whom it concerns as those of the battle of Bunker Hill, at least.

(HDT, Walden Brute Neighbors)



Our leaders have been for many years as oblivious to the realities and dangers of their time as were George III and Lord North. They believe that the difference between war and peace is still the overriding political difference—when, in fact, the difference has diminished to the point of insignificance. How would you describe the difference between modern war and modern industry—between, say, bombing and strip mining, or between chemical warfare and chemical manufacturing? The difference seems to be only that in war the victimization of humans is directly intentional and in industry it is “accepted” as a “trade-off.”

Wendell Berry

 (Word and Flesh. Whole Earth Review, Spring 1990)

Saturday, March 26, 2022

A RAFAEL ZAMORA Y A SU JARDÍN EN LA CALLE BRAILLE (26/03/2022)




 

A STANDING GROUND

EL SUELO QUE PISAS

Flee the crowd and dwell securely in trueness.

Let your own suffice, though it not be much*

 

A pesar de lo preciso y ansioso que he sido,

Pararé y me retiraré

De la multitud de aquellos que aprueban

Lo que digo, y permaneceré aparte.

No hay una promesa terrenal de vida o de paz

Sino donde las raíces se dividen y trenzan

Sus pacientes y silenciosos pasajes en la oscuridad;

Desenraizado he estado furioso sin un propósito.

No estoy atado a ningún lugar público,

Sino a un lugar mío propio

Donde he plantado viñas y frutales,

Y en el calor del día asciendo

A la saludable umbría de los bosques.

Mejor que ningún argumento es levantarse con el alba

Y recoger los frutos rojos húmedos del rocío en una taza

WB

(traducción Guillermo Ruiz. Dedicada a Rafael Zamora y a su jardín)


*Truth: A Middle English Ballade of Good Counsel by Geoffrey Chaucer

 

Flee the crowd and dwell securely in trueness.

Let your own suffice, though it not be much,

For greed leads to hate and grasping to coldness;

The crowd leads to envy, and wealth deceives such

As hold too tightly everything they touch.

Rule yourself well, that others clearly see,

And have no doubt: the truth shall set you free.


Don’t try to amend all that is amiss,

Trusting that Lady who spins like a ball;

True rest lies in spurning busyness.

There’s no sense in kicking the point of an awl

Nor in the crock’s struggle against a wall.

Rule yourself, you who rule others’ deeds,

And have no doubt: the truth shall set you free.

 

Take what is sent to you in obedience;

struggle, for this world surely begs a fall.

We have no home here, only wilderness.

Go forth, pilgrim! Go forth, beast, from your stall!

Know our true home and thank the God of all.

Hold your course and follow your spirit’s lead,

And have no doubt: the truth shall set you free.



JARDINES DE LA CALLE BRAILLE