26 jun. 2015



A long, long time ago there was a volcano
Living all alone, in the middle of the sea
He sat high above his bay watching all the couples play
And wishing that, he had someone too
And from his lava came, this song of hope, that he sang out loud
Everyday, for years and years; Years of singing all alone,

turned his lava into Stone until, he was on the brink of extinction
But little did he know, that living in the sea below
Another volcano was listening to his song
Everyday she heard his tune, her lava grew and grew
Because, she believed, his song was meant for her
Now she was so ready to meet him above the sea
As he sang his song of hope for the last time


I have a dream, I hope will come true That you're here with me, and I'm here with you
I wish that the earth, sea, the sky up above Will send me someone to lava


Rising from the sea below, stood a lovely volcano
Looking all around but she could not see him
He tried to sing to let her know that she was not, there alone
But with no lava his song was so gone. He filled the sea

with his tears and watched his dreams disappear
as she remembered what his song meant to her
Oh they were so happy to finally meet above the sea
All together now, their lava grew and grew
The longer are they all alone, with aloha as their new home
And when you visit them, this is what they sing

I have a dream, I hope will come true
That you'll grow old with me, and I'll grow old with you
We thank the earth, sea, the sky we've been to

I LAVA YOU

18 jun. 2015

"El alquimista jamás trata de intervenir de manera impersonal en las reacciones que provoca; esta abstracción del hombre que crea, principio de las técnicas modernas, es lo opuesto a su método. En su famoso V.I.T.R.I.O.L, los maestros alquimistas ven un anagrama que dice así: Visita el interior de la tierra y purificando encontrarás la piedra oculta (Visita Inteiora Terrae Rectificandoque Invenies Occultum Lapidem); máxima que ha de entenderse simbólicamente en el sentido de que sólo podrá alcanzar la verdadera sabiduría aquel que penetre lo más hondo de su ser y efectúe allí una oculta labor de purificación"


C.G.Jung 

8 jun. 2015

3 jun. 2015


Más importante que la ciencia es su resultado,

una respuesta provoca mil preguntas.

Más importante que la poesía es su resultado,

 un poema evoca cien actos heroicos.

Más importante que la procreación es el hijo.

Más importante que la evolución de la creación,

es la evolución del creador.

En el lugar de lo creativo está el creador.

Un encuentro de a dos:

ojo a ojo, cara a cara

y cuando esté cerca tomaré tus ojos

y los colocaré en lugar de los míos

y tú tomarás mis ojos

y los colocarás en el lugar de los tuyos.

Entonces te miraré con tus ojos

y tú me mirarás con los míos.

Así hasta la cosa común sirve al silencio

y nuestro encuentro es la meta sin cadenas.

 

Moreno, Viena 1914