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Al aire Tengo el alma llena de canciones, tengo el cuerpo hecho al remiendo, y esta mente plena de ilusiones… Que no quieren morir y están muriendo. …

Un bello poema de Carmen Barrios (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)

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GRACIAS

Pensar… sí, eso que uno hace de vez en cuando y que otros hacen demasiado… Pensar es hablar con uno mismo, y entrometerse muy dentro de esos laberintos de la mente y si uno no tiene cuidado allí se queda uno atrapado y puedes estar ahí hasta que se congele el mismísimo infierno. Pero, bueno, al menos algunos pensamientos son buenos, como este: «Date cuenta que todo el universo, todo, enterito, está en ti. Así que pide de ti mismo y trata que tu alma gane mas que tu cuerpo, porque tu cuerpo sera cenizas y tu alma es inmortal.» Y te añado esto: «Aprende a conocer las cosas que debes ignorar.»

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Thinking… yes, that’s what one does from time to time and what others do too much… Thinking is talking to oneself and delving deep into those labyrinths of the mind, and if one is not careful, one gets trapped there and can remain until hell freezes over. But, well, at least some thoughts are good, like this one: «Realize that the entire universe, everything, is within you. So ask of yourself and try to make your soul win more than your body, because your body will turn to ashes and your soul is immortal.» And I add this: «Learn to know the things you should ignore.»

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GRACIAS – CHEERS

Estaba Quevedo cagando en una esquina, cuando pasó una madre con su hija, muy fina la señora, que dijo al ver a un señor con el culo al aire “qué vedo”, y Quevedo, sorprendido, dijo, “jodé, hasta por el culo me conocen”.

A Quevedo todos los de la corte de Don Felipe IV lo conocían, y un día, ya que la esposa de Felipe IV, Mariana de Austria, era coja y sus andares un poco risibles, sus amigos lo retaron a ser capaz de echar en cara a la reina su cojera delante de todo el mundo. Y la suma de la apuesta era buena pasta y Quevedo tomó el riesgo. Pues se presentó a una recepción en Palacio con dos flores; una rosa llevaba en la mano derecha y un clavel en la siniestra. SE los ofreció a la Reina, y delante de la Corte entera, sirviéndole de testigos, le dijo:

“Entre el clavel blanco y la rosa roja,
Su Majestad escoja”.

Y le tuvieron que pagar…

Francisco Gómez de Quevedo Villegas y Santibáñez Cevallos nació en Madrid el 14 de septiembre de 1580. Fue escritor y politico, perteneciente a la nobleza de la época, considerada el Siglo de Oro. Murió en Villanueva de los Infantes, Ciudad Real, el 8 de septiembre de 1645.

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I am so sorry my English speaking friends, but these poems, or fractions thereof, are impossible to translate and keep the same rhythm and meaning…

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GRACIAS

Pensar… sí, eso que uno hace de vez en cuando y que otros hacen demasiado… Pensar es hablar con uno mismo, y entrometerse muy dentro de esos laberintos de la mente y si uno no tiene cuidado allí se queda uno atrapado y puedes estar ahí hasta que se congele el mismísimo infierno. Pero, bueno, al menos algunos pensamientos son buenos, como este: «Date cuenta que todo el universo, todo, enterito, está en ti. Así que pide de ti mismo y trata que tu alma gane mas que tu cuerpo, porque tu cuerpo sera cenizas y tu alma es inmortal.» Y te añado esto: «Aprende a conocer las cosas que debes ignorar.»

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Thinking… yes, that’s what one does from time to time and what others do too much… Thinking is talking to oneself and delving deep into those labyrinths of the mind, and if one is not careful, one gets trapped there and can remain until hell freezes over. But, well, at least some thoughts are good, like this one: «Realize that the entire universe, everything, is within you. So ask of yourself and try to make your soul win more than your body, because your body will turn to ashes and your soul is immortal.» And I add this: «Learn to know the things you should ignore.»

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GRACIAS – CHEERS

Those Little Purple Trees
(Listening to Mozart’s Oboe Quartet K.370)

So they’ve discovered space and planets,
with telescopes and instruments that measure
even the slightest degrees of their absolute silence,
and they say it’s a void dark and eternal,
they call it the universe and say it’s empty.
But it isn’t, no, not at all.
In those places, that now we cannot see, there are forests,
not of oak or pine,
but of little purple trees whose leaves and branches
are whispering about the futility of their discoveries
and how they waste our time.

Little purple trees grow,
as do those imagined asteroids
that orbit moons and dance with icy comets,
and become the daring iconoclasts sipping tea in earthly gardens.

Astronomers deny them as they do not fit within their schemes,
which are filled with laws and theories like gravity.
They’ve convinced us there are things we’ve never seen, or ever will,
like light years and black holes in outer space,
but for purple trees, in their schemes there’s no place.

Little purple trees are a judgement against closed-minded reason,
existing just to mock outlandish theories,
with their tiny roots and purple shade
which they provide in every season…

They’re the essence of truth,
the more absurd, the more phenomenal,
precise, perfect, fantastic,
makes them more real than quantum calculations
and more meaningful than algebraic equations.

And when the day arrives and we sail through purple groves
in wooden ships smelling faintly of lilac,
we will know with certainty there is no space,
that we exist within a garden,
where nothing’s empty,
and we will see,
next to apple, olive, pear and orange,
little purple trees.

C.2025 – Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 20/30 SEP 2025 – Chios, Greece

CHEERS

Now this was «the» band during the early 60’s, of course without counting The Beatles… But the sound of The Kinks, their guitar riffs, their powerful vocals and provocative lyrics, made them a force to reckon with in those days and beyond… They formed in Muswell Hill, London, in 1963 by the brothers Dave and Ray Davies… Their song «You Really Got Me» (1964) made it to the number one in the UK and hit the top 10 in the US… But the Kinks were not only about this proto-punk sound, like in «You Really Got Me» and «All Day and All of the Night«, they also delved into British Music Hall, folk, and country. They were influenced by many types of music and they influenced many that came after… Songs like «Lola» (1970), «Destroyer» and «Come Dancing» are prime examples of their sound and why I became a fan, at a very young age, and still am… The Kinks! Five singles in the Top 10 Billboard; Nine albums in the Top 40. In the UK they had 17 Top 20 singles and five Top 10 albums; Four Kinks albums certified Gold. The lads have sold over 50 million records worldwide. In 1990 the four original members were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. In 2005 they were inducted into the UK Music Hall of Fame. Quite a record. They disbanded in 1996. Efforts to reunite have been unsuccessful so far, but who knows. The power groups of the 60’s and 70’s are the only ones filling stadiums and arenas nowadays, so maybe…

Enjoy!

CHEERS

Ryan Weideman (born in 1941) is an North American photographer who, while driving a taxi in New York City, took photos of his passengers… He drove the taxi between1981 and 2016 and converted his unique and unusual photographs into a book he titled In My Taxi: New York After Hours, published in 1991. Additionally he also makes lithographic print-based art… I found the photographs brilliant and intriguing, reminding me of the New York of the early 80’s, the decadence, the glamour, but mostly the energy of life that one finds (or use to find) in New York between the hours of 5pm and 5am.

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Ryan Weideman (nacido en 1941) es un fotógrafo norteamericano que, mientras conducía un taxi en Nueva York, tomó fotos de sus pasajeros… Condujo el taxi entre 1981 y 2016 y convirtió sus fotografías, únicas e inusuales, en un libro titulado In My Taxi: New York After Hours, publicado en 1991. Además, también crea arte basado en impresiones litográficas… Encontré las fotografías brillantes e intrigantes, recordándome la Nueva York de principios de los 80, la decadencia, el glamour, pero sobre todo la energía de la vida que se encuentra (o se solía encontrar) en Nueva York entre las 5 p.m. y las 5 a.m.

CHEERS – GRACIAS