This is a blog dedicated to literature and nature, based in Portugal, so it is fully justified to look at Spain. We went to see how the writer Cervantes (of Don Quijote de la Mancha) marked this country. We went to Anadalucia and we noticed how its main city, Seville, honors its writers. We saw beautiful plains, warm, like fire, and flowers hung in beautiful pots,  next to monuments with poetic gardens.

This poetic nature reminds us of Peru, with Leo Rojas (El Condor Pasa) and his music always very sister of the forest and the wild mountains.

And all this makes us remember Emily Dickinson and Massachussets.

Here we have more about her:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/emily-dickinson

We end with a poem from Poland, by Eliza S.

Translated by Artur Komoter

Just for a Moment

If the world stopped for a moment,

I could sit,

listen to the silence that becomes,

watch how

a river stops flowing,

how the trees congeal into motionlessness.

If the world stopped for a moment,

and I with it?

I would not see

flowering meadows,

where a river becomes just a line,

and the still trees

look like sculptures,

I would not hear the ubiquitous silence.

If the world stopped

even for one day

then people –

could not hurt people.

Tylko na chwilę

Gdyby świat zatrzymał się na chwilę,

mogłabym usiąść,

posłuchać jak staje się cisza,

patrzeć jak

rzeka przestaje płynąć,

jak drzewa zastygają w bezruchu.

Gdyby świat zatrzymał się na chwilę,

a ja razem z nim?

Nie widziałabym

ukwieconych łąk,

na których rzeka staje się tylko linią,

a nieruchome drzewa

wyglądają jak rzeźby,

nie słyszałabym wszechobecnej ciszy.

Gdyby świat zatrzymał się

choć na jeden dzień

wtedy ludzie –

nie mogliby krzywdzić ludzi.

Translation to Portuguese by Rui M.

Apenas por um momento

Se o mundo parasse por um momento,
Eu poderia sentar-me
ouvir o silêncio que surgiria
e observar como
um rio pára de fluir
e como as árvores se detêm em gélido imobilismo.

Se o mundo parasse por um momento,
e eu com ele?
Eu não veria
prados floridos,
onde um rio se torna apenas uma linha,
e as árvores imóveis
fossem semelhantes a esculturas,
Eu não ouviria o silêncio omnipresente e total.

Se o mundo parasse
mesmo por um dia
então as pessoas -
não poderiam ferir as pessoas.

Bests.