HOLA !!! " Un simple abrazo nos enternece el corazón; nos da la bienvenida y nos hace más llevadera la vida..." Es otra noche ..., y entre susurros les doy mi bienvenida...! yo..! aquí...,como siempre suelo estar..., tejiendo sueños.! Mónica
viernes, 30 de diciembre de 2022
jueves, 29 de diciembre de 2022
miércoles, 28 de diciembre de 2022
martes, 27 de diciembre de 2022
viernes, 9 de diciembre de 2022
AUN CON LAS ALAS ROTAS... VOLVEMOS A VOLAR
AUN CON LAS ALAS ROTAS... VOLVEMOS A VOLAR
HAY REALIDADES DESGARRADORAS DE MUJERES QUE HEMOS SOBREVIVDO A LA
VIOLENCIA DOMESTICA, A LOS GOLPES FISICOS Y SICOLOGICOS.
SEPA QUE UNA MUJER GOLPEADA, COMO HAY MUCHAS, CIENTOS Y MILES.
DEBEN TENER FUERZA Y UN GRAN VALOR PARA RECUPERAR LA FE,
LA LIBERTAD, FUERZA Y EL DESEO DE VIVIR Y VOLVER A SENTIRSE PERSONA,
MUJER, BELLA, QUERIDA Y VALORADA...... /
( ESTA DEMAS PONER EJEMPLOS)
Chris the Burg - The Lady in Red (Subtitulado en Español)
martes, 28 de junio de 2022
Let's make a Deal of Mario benedetti Poem
Let's make a Deal
of Mario benedetti
Poem
Comrade, you know that you can count on me, not up to two or up to ten, but count on me.
If you ever notice that I look into your eyes and you recognize a streak of love in mine, do not alert your rifles or think that I am delusional despite the streak or perhaps because it exists, you can count on me.
If other times she finds me sullen for no reason, don't think how lazy she can still count on me.
But let's make a deal, I would like to count on you. It is so nice to know that you exist, one feels alive and when I say this I mean to count, even to two, even to five, not so that you rush to my aid, but to know for sure that you know you can count on me.
domingo, 26 de junio de 2022
Gazelle of the Terrible Presence, by Federico García Lorca, POEM
Gazelle of the Terrible Presence,
by Federico García Lorca
I the water to run out of channel.
I want the wind to run out of valleys.
I want the night to run out of eyes
and my heart without the flower of gold.
Let the oxen speak with the great leaves
and that the earthworm dies of shade.
Let the skull's teeth shine
and the yellows flood the silk.
I can see the mourning of the wounded night
fighting coiled with noon.
I resist a sunset of green poison
and the broken arches where time suffers.
But don't show me your clean naked
like a black cactus open in the reeds.
Leave me in a craving for dark planets,
But don't show me your cool waist!