mi esposa
es una estrella
nunca luna
ni la planeta
mi esposa
es una estrella
siempre luminosa
y siempre constante
Ella es mi agua
la curadora de mi herida
mi medicina
se dice que
amor es ciega
pero no te lo creas
por que mi amor es una estrella
pero a veces
las estrellas
parece a lo lejos
fuera
del alcance
y a veces
las estrellas
esta oscura
esta oculta
y yo no veo
mi estrella
necesito
si disculpa
entragare mi vida
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Welcome to "When I Wax"-- a place to escape the pedants and wax poetic, or even wax artistic.
The mythologist Joseph Campbell was asked by an interviewer how a regular person could preserve his sense of the mythic when so many feel too besieged by the claims of every day living. He said, "You must have a place to which you can go, in your heart, in your mind, or your house, almost every day, where you do not know what you owe anyone or what anyone owes you. You must have a place you can go to where you do not know what your work is or who you work for, where you do not know who you are married to or who your children are."
When I Wax is such a place for me. Blogging drafts of poetry and other sundries is like practice fly-casting on the front lawn... it may look silly, but it's effective...
The mythologist Joseph Campbell was asked by an interviewer how a regular person could preserve his sense of the mythic when so many feel too besieged by the claims of every day living. He said, "You must have a place to which you can go, in your heart, in your mind, or your house, almost every day, where you do not know what you owe anyone or what anyone owes you. You must have a place you can go to where you do not know what your work is or who you work for, where you do not know who you are married to or who your children are."
When I Wax is such a place for me. Blogging drafts of poetry and other sundries is like practice fly-casting on the front lawn... it may look silly, but it's effective...
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I could only understand a few spanish words here but I kind like not knowing the full meaning
my wife, my medicine - at least I think that's the meaning- that would make a nice title
Thanks for the comment Lissa.
Stars and spouses are interesting bedfellows, if you'll pardon the pun. I like the metaphor of the star because it gets to the paradox of love...stars are loaded with our meanings, embellished and mythic, yet they are totally indifferent to us, to humanity, to earth. We can love them, know them, name them, and yet never grasp them...barely even experience them, certainly not "have" them.
The piece is intentionally naive, and perhaps juvenile in its awareness of the paradox, and the sublime (I use the word consistent with Edmund Burke's concept of the sublime, as was developed in "A Philosophical Inquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful").
It is set to a music derived from Spanish guitar ballads, loosely flamenco, and was written when I lived in Honduras.
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