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scotlandmysweetloveforever http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com Sun, 08 Nov 2009 00:20:09 +0100 scotlandmysweetloveforever http://static.nireblog.com/imagenes/logo.png http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com http://nireblog.com Slumber Songs http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/11/01/slumber-songs http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/11/01/slumber-songs Sleep, little eyes
That brim with childish tears amid thy play,
Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh
Against the joys that throng thy coming day.
Sleep, little heart!
There is no place in Slumberland for tears:
Life soon enough will bring its chilling fears
And sorrows that will dim the after years.
Sleep, little heart!
Ah, little eyes
Dead blossoms of a springtime long ago,
That life's storm crushed and left to lie below
The benediction of the falling snow!
Sleep, little heart
That ceased so long ago its frantic beat!
The years that come and go with silent feet
Have naught to tell save this — that rest is sweet.
Dear little heart.

John McCrae

]]> Sun, 01 Nov 2009 14:29:48 +0100 You raise me up http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/10/12/you-raise-me-up http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/10/12/you-raise-me-up When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

Josh Groban

]]> Mon, 12 Oct 2009 18:26:34 +0100 The Raven http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/09/20/the-raven http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/09/20/the-raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is, and nothing more,"

Presently my heart grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" -- here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered not a feather then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never-nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from the memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted
On this home by Horror haunted tell me truly, I implore
Is there is there balm in Gilead? tell me tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!' said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked upstarting
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted nevermore.

Edgar Allan Poe

]]> Sun, 20 Sep 2009 15:12:22 +0100 The Daffodils http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/09/13/the-daffodils http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/09/13/the-daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not be but gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

The Daffodils ( William Wordsworth (1770-1850))

]]> Sun, 13 Sep 2009 22:06:45 +0100 Happy birthday Freddie!!! http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/09/05/happy-birthday-freddie http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/09/05/happy-birthday-freddie Freddie Mercury, born under the name Farrokh Bulsara (September 5, 1946-November 24, 1991) was a Zanzibar-born British musician. He is best known as the lead singer and co-founder of the rock band Queen, which was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2001. He was noted for his vocal talents and for his live performances. He has composed many international hits such as Bohemian Rhapsody, Killer Queen, Somebody to Love, Dont't Stop Me Now, We Are the Champions, and Crazy Little Thing Called Love among many others. He had also led a solo career, which didn't have much success, and he occasionally appeared as a producer or guest musician for other artists. Mercury grew up in India and was referred to as "Britian's first Asian rock star." In 1991, he died of bronchopneumonia, which was induced by HIV/AIDS. In 2006, Time Asia referred to Mercury as one of the most influential heroes over the past 60 years. He has also been criticized for keeping his ethnicity and HIV status hidden from the public.

]]> Sat, 05 Sep 2009 22:52:18 +0100 Never Forget http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/08/31/never-forget http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/08/31/never-forget Your presence is a gift to the world,
You're unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be what you want it to be -
Take it one day at a time.

Count your blessings, not your troubles,
And you'll make it through what comes along.
Within you are so many answers,
Understand, have courage, be strong.

Don't put limits on yourself,
Your dreams are waiting to be realized.
Don't leave your important decisions to chance -
Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.

Nothing wastes more energy than worrying -
The longer a problem is carried, the heavier it gets.
Don't take things too seriously -
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.

Remember that a little love goes a long way -
Remember that a lot goes forever.
Remember that friendship is a wise investment,
Life's treasures are people... together.

Have health and hope and happiness,
Take the time to wish on a star.
And don't ever forget for even a day...
How very special YOU are!

]]> Mon, 31 Aug 2009 22:16:04 +0100 Canción del adiós… o canto de amistad. http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/08/23/cancion-del-adios%e2%80%a6-o-canto-de-amistad http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/08/23/cancion-del-adios%e2%80%a6-o-canto-de-amistad “Auld Lang Syne” es una canción tradicional escocesa compuesta por Robert Burns, el poeta escocés más popular que nació en el siglo XVIII. Se suele utilizar en año nuevo, momentos en que alguien se va, un viaje largo en el tiempo, un funeral, etc.
Auld Lang Syne se traduciría del escocés al inglés como “old long since”, es decir, como hace mucho tiempo, aunque en español quedaría mejor una traducción del tipo por los viejos tiempos.

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
And here's a hand, my trusty friend
And gie's a hand o' thine
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
And here's a hand, my trusty friend
And gie's a hand o' thine
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

]]> Sun, 23 Aug 2009 14:43:56 +0100 A sunset a poem by Victor Hugo http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/08/02/a-sunset-a-poem-by-victor-hugo http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/08/02/a-sunset-a-poem-by-victor-hugo I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.

Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.

The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.

Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament's swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.

Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates--the vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the fearful cloudy edifice
Ruins immense in mounded wrack;
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak downward, overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the earthquake heaves its hugy back.

These vapors, with their leaden, golden, iron, bronzèd glows,
Where the hurricane, the waterspout, thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering hoarse dreams of destined harms,-
'Tis God who hangs their multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His dreadful and resounding arms!

All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire,
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume.

O contemplate the heavens! Whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil?
With love that has not speech for need!
Beneath their solemn beauty is a mystery infinite:
If winter hue them like a pall, or if the summer night
Fantasy them starre brede.

]]> Sun, 02 Aug 2009 15:00:30 +0100 ' DON´T START ' http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/07/24/dont-start http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/07/24/dont-start There's only wind and dust to follow
Your footsteps on the run
You know me, know when I'm without you
I swear my heart burns in the sun

Baby, don't start walking away
Stop walking away
Stop coming around and around again
Don't start walking away
Stop walking away
Stop coming around and around again

I see you in your glasses clearly
Your shades are blinding me, I say
I miss you most when you are with me
I miss your missing me each day

Baby, don't start walking away
Stop walking away
Stop coming around and around again
Don't start walking away
Stop walking away
Stop coming around and around again

Don't start walking away
Stop walking away
Stop coming around and around again
Don't start walking away
Stop walking away
Stop coming around and around again

]]> Fri, 24 Jul 2009 15:08:46 +0100 ALL MY FRIENDS http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/07/23/all-my-friends http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/07/23/all-my-friends That's how it starts.
We go back to your house.
You check the charts,
And start to figure it out.

And if it's crowded, all the better,
Because we know we're gonna be up late.
But if you're worried about the weather
Then you picked the wrong place to stay.

You spent the first five years trying to get with the
plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends
again.
You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
Yeah, I know it gets tired, but where are your friends
tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

And so it starts.
You switch the engine on.
We set controls for the heart of the sun,
one of the ways we show our age.

And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the
sun comes up
and I still don't wanna stagger home.
Then it's the memory of our betters
that are keeping us on our feet.

You spent the first five years trying to get with the
plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends
again.
You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
Yeah, I know it gets tired, only where are your friends
tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

It comes apart,
the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts,
when the moral kicks in

Though when we're running out of the drugs
and the conversation's winding away.
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
for another five years of lies.

You spent the first five years trying to get with the
plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends
again.

You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
Yeah, I know it gets tired, only You spent the first five
years trying to get with the
plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends
again.

You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
Yeah, I know it gets tired, only where are your friends
tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight.

]]> Thu, 23 Jul 2009 23:56:18 +0100 Robert Burns -Auld Lang Syne- http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/07/11/robert-burns-auld-lang-syne http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/07/11/robert-burns-auld-lang-syne Should old acquaintances be forgotten,
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintances be forgotten,
And days of long ago!

Chorus:For old long ago, my dear
For old long ago,
We will take a cup of kindness yet
For old long ago.
We two have run about the hillsides
And pulled the daisies fine,
But we have wandered many a weary foot
For old long ago.

We two have paddled in the stream
From noon until dinner time,
But seas between us broad have roared
Since old long ago.
And there is a hand, my trusty friend,
And give us a hand of yours,
And we will take a goodwill draught
For old long ago!
And surely you will pay for your pint,
And surely I will pay for mine!
And we will take a cup of kindness yet
For old long ago!

]]> Sat, 11 Jul 2009 15:52:23 +0100 Heal the world http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/07/04/heal-the-world http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/07/04/heal-the-world There's a place in your heart
And I know that it is love
And this place could be much
Brighter than tomorrow.
And if you really try
You'll find there's no need to cry
In this place you'll feel
There's no hurt or sorrow.
There are ways to get there
If you care enough for the living
Make a little space, make a better place.

Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me and the entire human race
There are people dying
If you care enough for the living
Make a better place for
You and for me.

If you want to know why
There's a love that cannot lie
Love is strong
It only cares for joyful giving.
If we try we shall see
In this bliss we cannot feel
Fear or dread
We stop existing and start living
Then it feels that always
Love's enough for us growing
Make a better world, make a better world.

Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me and the entire human race.
There are people dying
If you care enough for the living
Make a better place for
You and for me.

And the dream we would conceived in
Will reveal a joyful face
And the world we once believed in
Will shine again in grace
Then why do we keep strangling life
Wound this earth, crucify it's soul
Though it's plain to see, this world is heavenly
Be God's glow.

We could fly so high
Let our spirits never die
In my heart I feel
You are all my brothers
Create a world with no fear
Together we'll cry happy tears
See the nations turn
Their swords into plowshares
We could really get there
If you cared enough for the living
Make a little space to make a better place.

Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me and the entire human race
There are people dying
If you care enough for the living
Make a better place for
You and for me.

There are people dying if you care enough for the living
Make a better place for you and for me.
There are people dying if you care enough for the living
Make a better place for you and for me.

Michael Jackson
1958-2009

]]> Sat, 04 Jul 2009 20:15:46 +0100 Immortality http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/06/21/immortality http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/06/21/immortality Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
We leave the brutal world to take its way,
And, Patience! in another life, we say
The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne.

And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn
The world's poor, routed leavings? or will they,
Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day,
Support the fervours of the heavenly morn?

No, no! the energy of life may be
Kept on after the grave, but not begun;
And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife,

From strength to strength advancing only he,
His soul well-knit, and all his battles won,
Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life.

by Matthew Arnold

]]> Sun, 21 Jun 2009 14:51:22 +0100 William Wallace http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/06/14/william-wallace http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/06/14/william-wallace Luchad, y puede que muráis. Huid y viviréis... un tiempo al menos. Y cuando estéis en vuestro lecho de muerte dentro de muchos años, ¿no cambiaréis todos los días desde aquí hasta entonces por una oportunidad, sólo una oportunidad, de volver aquí y decir a nuestros enemigos: Pueden quitarnos la vida, pero jamás nos quitarán... ¡¡¡la libertad!!!

]]> Sun, 14 Jun 2009 14:14:55 +0100 Beautiful Dreamer http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/05/31/beautiful-dreamer http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/05/31/beautiful-dreamer Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
by Stephen Foster

]]> Sun, 31 May 2009 20:06:29 +0100 A Song from the Suds a poem http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/05/25/a-song-from-the-suds-a-poem http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/05/25/a-song-from-the-suds-a-poem A Song from the Suds

Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam raises high,
And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring,
And fasten the clothes to dry;
Then out in the free fresh air they swing,
Under the sunny sky.

I wish we could wash from our hearts and our souls
The stains of the week away,
And let water and air by their magic make
Ourselves as pure as they;
Then on the earth there would be indeed
A glorious washing day!

Along the path of a useful life
Will heart's-ease ever bloom;
The busy mind has no time to think
Of sorrow, or care, or gloom;
And anxious thoughts may be swept away
As we busily wield a broom.

I am glad a task to me is given
To labor at day by day;
For it brings me health, and strength, and hope,
And I cheerfully learn to say-
"Head, you may think; heart, you may feel;
But hand, you shall work always!"

Louisa May Alcott

]]> Mon, 25 May 2009 13:48:22 +0100 Let Your Spirit Guide You http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/05/03/let-your-spirit-guide-you http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/05/03/let-your-spirit-guide-you There is no place you can go to hide from the thoughts
that you keep contemplating over and over inside your mind...

There is no place you can venture where your true emotions
will be concealed and the secrets of your heart will not show...

There is no place in this whole wide world you can travel
to where your spirit does not direct or guide you towards your destiny...

Life is the experience of being you;
no one can ever be someone other than who they are...

The beauty found in each and every person is the essence of life...
Simply ... you are who you are and for whatever time you have to be,

You must not try to shadow yourself,
but, rather, express yourself...

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]]> Sun, 03 May 2009 14:44:35 +0100 Firth of Forth http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/04/10/firth-of-forth http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/04/10/firth-of-forth La ceniza es una distancia de islas

y la espuma una lentitud de hueso;

en la desembocadura de los ojos

un enredijo de algas.

Impaciencia de gaviotas el atardecer.

Ecos del tiempo:

el cieno de la memoria

custodia rompientes, escamas, astros,

la sal de la bruma.

Trasiego de barcos el horizonte.

El despedazado velamen

ondea su voluntad de norte

y el oleaje agita el óxido, iza el ancla,

y la fría palpitación de la mar abierta

también arrastra las islas.

]]> Fri, 10 Apr 2009 14:31:13 +0100 Pentlands http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/04/08/pentlands http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/04/08/pentlands Por las rendijas de la tarde atisbo el cristal del otoño (reflejos que escarban las sombras) en colinas distantes que amarillean, en el viraje de los relieves de lava, en el labrado tiempo que es ceniza y es memoria, en la timidez de la hoja que desnuda la rama (aterida ninfa).
Sin el tumulto del viento, la indolencia del cielo, la perenne soledad de los luidos astros, en dejadez de nubes el parpadeo de la Luna y el sesgo de mis ojos en la geoda del frío (sombras que escarban los reflejos). Silencioso, el vaivén de la nostalgia (bruñido espejismo).

Juan Luis Campos

]]> Wed, 08 Apr 2009 14:04:05 +0100 Espejo de Edimburgo http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/03/26/espejo-de-edimburgo http://scotlandmysweetlove.nireblog.com/post/2009/03/26/espejo-de-edimburgo Despierta el frío del amanecer.

Empenumbrado,

me asomo al espejo del crepúsculo:

la reyerta del pálido Sol

con la paulatina niebla

abandonada por el insomne mar.

Duda la noche, duda la mañana.

Témpano de saltadas venas en destello,

la prístina cumbre del Arthur’s Seat aparece

al equívoco rayo de la aurora,

al desolado triunfo del día sobre las tinieblas

que impone el necio parpadeo

del íntimo vislumbre de mi silueta,

temblando, en el vaho de la ventana.

Juan Luis Campos

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