Today is World Art Day ... Something that makes us feel good and helps us to dream. These days, Artists and Those who support the most needy should be supported as well, as they all help us to live better, especially now. Thank you.

Enjoy.

 

Alone

 

Alone, we are the deep abyss,

For the roads, pieces of nothing.

The monologue without interlocutor and

The lonely enchanted forest ...

 

Recently, there has been a lot of information on television regarding the use of alcohol to disinfect surfaces. One of these reports that alcohol must be 70% in order to be truly useful in killing covid-19.

It turns out that many people, including myself, bought 95 or 96% alcohol and therefore less effective. Therefore, the challenge is to transform 96% alcohol into alcohol with a concentration between 61% and about 70%. The fact that we buy a bottle with 96% alcohol means that it has a 4% portion of water and the rest is alcohol. Knowing this is a matter of making a simple account. That said, I suggest mixing, for example, 36 parts of alcohol (95 or 96%) with 14 parts of water or a different number of parts but maintaining the same proportion. The idea is to prevent the alcohol from evaporating too quickly, even before killing the virus. Water slows down the alcohol evaporation process.

 

Enjoy.

Assente immaginaria

Tu, tu sei la mia assenza.
Quando scendono le tue parole,
Ti sento vicino alla mia porta.
Tu sei il fuoco, e dentro le mie labbra.

Forse il candore che riposa su di loro
è  il motivo per il quale io sento.
O l’affanno malinconico di colei/ di quella che osa.
Il tragico presagio dell'amore che sento.

Ma tu non sempre sei/ vieni con me.
Sei anche lontano!
Fiume tempestoso/agitato ... liberato!

Le parole,che ricordo, mi passano tra le mani.
Hanno ormeggi, ami e ganci!
Ma il vento li avvolge al sidereo lontano ...

 

Ausente imaginaria

 

Tú eres mi Ausente.

Cuando desojas tus palabras,

Te siento cerca, a mi puerta.

Eres el fuego, y dentro de mí cavas.

 

Tal vez el candor que sobre ellas descansa

Es la razón de lo que siento.

O el silbido lo melancolico de aquella que se atreve.

El presagio trágico del amor que siento.

 

Pero, no siempre vienes conmigo.

También eres lejanos distantes!

Rio revuelto ... suelto!

 

Palabras, que recuerdo, me pasan por las manos.

Tienen amarras, anzuelos y agujas!

Pero el viento se las lleva para el sideral lejos ...

 

 

Imaginary absent

 

You, you're my Away.

When you drop your words,

I feel you near my door.

You are the fire, and you are mine.

 

Perhaps the candor that rests on them

Be the reason for what I feel.

Or the hissing hiss of the dumb one.

The tragic presage of the love I feel.

 

But you do not always come with me.

You are also far away!

Rio uprooted ... loose!

 

Words, I remember, pass through my hands.

They have moorings, hooks and hooks!

But, the wind winds them to the sidereal far ...

 

The Mission - "Gabriel's Oboe" (cover by Bevani flute)

 

 

Enjoy.

At the Zoo of Lisbon. 

En verde y gris

La ciudad que ignora la naturaleza
ignora la dádiva del oxígeno ...
La naturaleza que ignora la ciudad
ignora uno de sus bellos frutos ...

Cemento, arena, agua, clavo, acero frío,
movimiento, cena, pena, dolor, amor ...
Flor, planta, ave, humano, cóndor,
Todos, pedazo a lo largo del río ...

Entre la ciudad y el bosque
hay más en común que pedazos fríos:
Existe el calor del sueño,
sin tiempo, morada o resignación.

25 de abril de 2017

 

In green and gray

 

The city that ignores nature

Ignores the gift of oxygen ...

Nature that ignores the city

Ignores one of its beautiful fruits ...

 

Cement, sand, water, nail, cold steel,

Movement, supper, mourning, pain, love ...

Flower, plant, bird, human, condor,

Everyone, piece off the river ...

 

Between the city and the forest

There are more in common than chunks:

There is the heat of the dream,

No time, address or resignation!

 

25th April 2017

 

Enjoy.