Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Love is crazy, unless you love dearly

That's was a Latin proverb. I found it really deep and at the same time so simple!

I was looking for some love poems. I didn't want to show you the typical cliche, so I just went searching for an anonymous "love you", and I arrived in a website. There I could choose between "love poems", "love quotes" (one of them transformed into this post's title), and "famous poets' love poems". I clicked in the last one because I thought: "not every poem from a famous poet has to be famous itself". And I checked out the list. There were many of them. Some seemed too sticky to me, others weren't bad. And then I found this:

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía;
Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estas como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.



Isn't it marvelous?! I think it's gorgeous!! Because, you know, the real happiness comes from the certainty that your love is still there, that he/she hasn't left you and you don't need anything else to satisfy your love for that person, but to know he or she is alive...

Well, now, surprise, surprise, drums, … and the question: do you people know who wrote this beautiful poem? I'll give you a clue: he has been my recurrent poet in the last two or three posts...

Believe it or not, it is PABLO NERUDA!! YES!!!!!! I didn't want to, but destiny or casualties were stronger than me. “So here I am, face to face with a situation I never thought I'd ever see” (Granger Danger, from A Very Potter Musical). This poem is just called Poema 15 and belongs to his work "20 poemas de amor y una canción desesperada". I assure you that I wasn't conscious of the authory of the poem until I copied and pasted it in Google.


And now let's say what was asked: what 10 things have I learned from doing this blog? Here they are:
  1. I learned to work in group with people somehow different from me during a relatively long period of time, in a constant way.
  2. I've learned that it is very easy to start a blog (Before, I didn't imagine I could be able to). And also that it requires a lot of constancy to continue posting periodically.
  3. I've learned that what differences us is excellence, innovation and transforming ideas in projects and these in businesses. The importance of searching for information in qualified sources, not just in the cliche Wikipedia, and ALWAYS MENTIONING THEM.
  4. I've learned which are the types of interactivity and how to introduce different links in the posts to enrich them with extra information. Also with videos, to make them more enjoyable.
  5. How to administrate time.
  6. I've learned that uniformity in the blog is important to establish an order and to make easier the comprehension of the contents.
  7. I've discovered the RSS and learned how to use them.
  8. I've learned that Gadget, Widget, … are synonyms (seems like I'm a nut, but I didn't even know what these things are before, just knew where they appeared in the blog).
  9. How to do hypertext-maps that help to understand the internal structure of the blog.
  10. And, finally, I've discovered that I love Pablo Neruda' s poems, and that I feel identified with his way of seeing and describing the world and the feelings. I'm just thinking that as Luis Piedrahita is “the king of the small things” in the monologues' s ambit, Pablo Neruda is it so, but in poetry.

















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