Tactica y Estrategia

Táctica y estrategia

Mi táctica es
mirarte
aprender como sos
quererte como sos.

Mi táctica es
hablarte
y escucharte
construir con palabras
un puente indestructible.

Mi táctica es
quedarme en tu recuerdo
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
pero quedarme en vos.

Mi táctica es
ser franco
y saber que sos franca
y que no nos vendamos
simulacros
para que entre los dos
no haya telón
ni abismos.

Mi estrategia es
en cambio
más profunda y más
simple.

Mi estrategia es
que un día cualquiera
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
por fin me necesites.

Mario Benedetti

Truth is always late

truth always late
and always the last to arrive
prodding along with time

Metaphors

I like how a good metaphor establishes a relationship at once and leaves its meaning to the imagination. how it sets two unlike things side by side and makes us see the likeness between them.
---
you beutifull smile
spreads across your face
like a butterfly
---

Metaphors - Scene From Il Postino

Failure

You have committed
suicide with the dagger of
an unrealized dream.

Childhood

not a trace of me
in the town where i was born
only the fireflies

Experiences

life created forward
present or past seen by
a nonexistent future.

Higherground

we exist in this world
and above the inferno we
can see the flowers

knowing and not knowing

do you know what you know? 
and will you know you'll never know
that you dont know?


Fable of the Mermaids and the Drunks


All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out by that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.

Poem by Pablo Neruda

The Slavery of Wealth

like a freeman keep 
fortune at arms length. be a -
slave to nothing

References
The Teachings of Seneca


Don't worry be Happy

death is not here
and when it does come
we no longer exist 

References
The Teachings of Epicurus
Epicurus on Happiness 1 of 3 (9:58)
Epicurus on Happiness 2 of 3 (9:51)
Epicurus on Happiness 3 of 3 (4:08)


Measure of all Things

Man is the measure of all things
Things that are what they are
Things that are not what they are not

Protagoras - Greek Philosopher, 490– 420 BC



Know Thyself


inner self
hidden mystery in the obvious
earnest insights

many questions many answers nothing clear

doubt on doubt
each question gets an answer
and disappears