We move on, we make progress.

No time for anecdotes,
no time for pausing,
no time to waste
no, not at all, no.

Speed, results, benefits, strength,
we are the best
we have no rest.

The Classics are just fools,
why to reflect, why to hesitate?

Money and money define
what we are,
we go straight off.

We, the proud, feel all right,
dehumanising ourselves
as we walk.

The wisdom of Pound.

"...'Anyone can run to excesses,
It is easy to shoot past the mark,
It is hard to stand firm in the middle.' "

Ezra Pound, Cantos, XIII.

Healing, remembering, coming to life again.

Everything gets better and better everyday. I can feel life filling me again with joy and satisfaction as I resume my normal activity. Why have I suffered so much? Obviously, I was an overreacher, a spoilt child.

Now I understand everything, like William Godwin used to say: "Life is the desert and the solitude". So it must be. I am ready to live alone, to be happy alone, to perish alone.

I am satisfied that I have understood my nature and life's nature. I am complete.

Creía que era diferente.

¿Qué ingénuo instinto o pasión me indujo a pensar que yo era un ángel inmune a los golpes humanos?

¡Qué presunción, qué arrogancia, qué valor inútil!

Nada es leyenda en la vida, salvo la que nosotros inventamos para embellecerla. Por desgracia el amor también sufre para hacernos entender nuestras limitaciones.

Aún así la vida sigue gozando de un elemento imprescindible, la esperanza.

Carpe Diem.

"Let us go then, you and I..." T.S. Eliot.

Let's go, let's run, let's drink from life
all the juices it has prepared for us.

Unleash your emotions, unleash your heart,
protect it from disappointment,
survive, please survive.

When you're healed go and strike again,
the song of Prufrock will have a happy end
despite all.

The sky flows again above me, life goes on.

What a wonderful thing
an entire world saying hello to me,
again all the voices loudly sing,
"you see, you have always had the key".

Pain drifts away, far away into darkness
I say, "please don't come back again,
I don't want to fall into utter sadness"
plese, be gone and never return, never again".

An so the wish becomes real,
despicable shadows retreat, suffering wanes,
the joys of life are there, with its sacred seal,
strength and pleasure come by the hand never to faint.

Meaning, a realistic dream.

Six months of glory,
six months of digging.

Memories and past live on,
in today's morning, in today's song.
And, yes, melodies are meaningless noises,
prairies look like flat wastelands,
stars imitate flickering bulbs
if they are compared to your heart.

What else could you be,
but joy and thunder
and beauty and hope.
As sunrays, six flowers you gave life to,
like spring water you brought me relief.

A moment in time
a scent in the wind,
so fragile, yet everlasting,
we sculpted love
in the rock of meaning, with furious letters
we achieved bliss
we achieved to be us.

Six months of glory,
six months of digging.

The Dream, a reality.

Forever Young I will feel friend,
within dreams, the fairy will pour
delicious magical potion into my beaker
and I shall drink and forever young
I will be.