"THE HUG OF THE SUN"

"THE HUG OF THE SUN"

One day the Sun first saw Earth. Beautiful, tender, round, distant ... and felt a great desire to hug her.
When the Sun sent its embrace to Earth, its rays shone with happiness.
Some lightning bounced and fired into space, but others managed to reach Earth. And the Earth felt happy because the heat needed for life finally reached her.
Some sunbeams offered heat for the trees to grow, others for the flowers to open, others for people and animals to have fruits to eat ... The sunlight filled everything with joy.
("THE DARK ENEMY")
However, some of the rays did not find what or who to heat, because everything was already full of light and heat. They became sad and began to miss their father the Sun. So they decided to return home.
But on their return trip they encountered a dark enemy.
Thousands of black clouds had come floating through the air and caught the rays that wanted to return home.
Black clouds came from everywhere: from cars, from factories, from houses that filled the five continents ...
The sun's rays struggled to leave, but the black clouds outnumbered them.
Trees, trees! The rays shouted, Help us!
The trees, which have the power to dissolve the black clouds, came to their aid and fought bravely.
But the black clouds were too big because men cut more and more trees to build houses and furniture and paper things.
(“THE EARTH NEED MORE FRIENDS”)
The rays, tired of fighting, gave up returning to the sun with their father and the black clouds were responsible for keeping them around the Earth.
With nothing to do, those sun rays only had to heat the Earth. And our Earth began to turn red. Very red Ugh, how hot, aren't you hot? Earth's temperature kept rising.
So, the icy regions where polar bears live and
the penguins began to melt, and they began to lose their homes!
And as there are more and more black clouds that prevent the rays from leaving Earth, they also heat the water and the water evaporates (possibility of reinforcement with noise). And trees and fields that need water cannot grow or bear fruit.
("A HAPPY ENDING")
But we can still beat the black clouds and give the sun rays something to do so they don't get sad.
The sun's rays can give us heat through the solar panels that we install in our homes. And we can plant more trees. And we can help them stop cutting them.
Let's join the gang of friends of the Earth who fight against the black clouds! Do you want to be friends with the Earth? (We would hear "Siiii")
Now let's see how we can be friends with the Earth from our homes 

I REMEMBER YOU

I REMEMBER YOU

!"I remember you,  as an eternal plain,sown with kisses,  for the blue haze of my dreams "..."Far presence ...you come here,  where they beat under my skin,sweet feelings ...that they are, and they are gone. ”
  Yes, ... and they are gone. ”

MENSAJE: MI VIDA.

MI VIDA

***MI VIDA NO ES PERFECTA...,

PERO TIENE MOMENTOS MARAVILLOSOS***

***BENDECIDO DIA PARA TI***

TE SALUDA LUCIERNAGA

LUCIERNAGA TE DESEA UN MARAVILLOSO DOMINGO Y AGRADECE TU PRESENCIA EN ESTE BLOG. CARIÑOSAMENTE LO HAGO PARA USTEDES...LES DEJO BELLA CITA DE P.NERUDA.

LUCIERNAGA 

TE DESEA UN MARAVILLOSO DOMINGO Y AGRADECE TU PRESENCIA EN ESTE BLOG. CARIÑOSAMENTE LO HAGO PARA USTEDES.

***CITA DE PABLO NERUDA***

"""DECIDI ENAMORARME DE LA VIDA.

ES LA UNICA QUE NO ME  VA DEJAR SIN  ANTES 

HACERLO YO"""

MARAVILLOSO ARTE DE PINTAR MARIPOSAS.

 MARAVILLOSO ARTE 

DE PINTAR MARIPOSAS

POEMA DE MARIO BENEDETTI *ES IMPORTANTE HACERLO*

POEMA DE 

MARIO BENEDETTI

 *ES IMPORTANTE HACERLO*

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Debemos darnos cuenta luciernaga

Debemos darnos cuenta luciernaga

Dave - Vanina (Allemand) | Mein Mädchen Monika (Runaway)

WEDNESDAY

WEDNESDAY

Today is a rainy and cool cloudy Wednesday day
Do not feel like going out better is staying inside.

If there is no need for any constraints
It is good to go to sleep and dive into a dream.

Or maybe watch movies surf the internet
play with dice or cards read poems maybe.

Have a hot coffee sprinkled with cognac
Some dry mass and enjoy the home.

If there is something very urgent and no obligations
The indicated thing is to rest lying on pillows.

Take a nice nap listen to soft music
and until tomorrow lock the door.

Ruben Edgardo Sánchez 

Evangelio de Hoy Miercoles 18 de Septiembre de 2019 | REFLEXIÓN |

Evangelio de Hoy Miercoles 18 de Septiembre de 2019 | REFLEXIÓN | ..

POEMA ...LA ORACIÓN DE LAS ROSAS 7 Mayo de 1918 ¡Ave rosas, estrellas solemn

LA ORACIÓN DE LAS ROSAS

LA ORACIÓN DE LAS ROSAS7 Mayo de 1918

¡Ave rosas, estrellas solemnes!Rosas, rosas, joyas vivas de infinito;bocas, senos y almas vagas perfumadas;llantos, ¡besos!, granos, polen de la luna;dulces lotos de las almas estancadas;¡ave rosas, estrellas solemnes!
Amigas de poetasy de mi corazón,¡ave rosas, estrellasde luminosa Sión!Panidas, sí, Panidas;el trágico Rubénasí llamó en sus versosal lánguido Verlaine,que era rosa sangrientay amarilla a la vez.Dejad que así os llame,Panidas, sí, Panidas,esencias de un Edén,de labios danzarines,de senos de mujer.Vosotras junto al mármolla sangre sois de él,pero si fueseis oloresdel vergelen que los faunos moran,tenéis en vuestro seruna esencia divina:
María de Nazaret,que esconde en vuestros pechosblancura de su miel;flor única y divina,flor de Dios y Luzbel.
Flor eterna. Conjuro al suspiro.Flor grandiosa, divina, enervante,flor de fauno y de virgen cristiana,flor de Venus furiosa y tonante,flor mariana celeste y sedante,flor que es vida y azul fontanadel amor juvenil y arroganteque en su cáliz sus ansias aclara.
¡Qué sería la vida sin rosas!Una senda sin ritmo ni sangre,un abismo sin noche ni día.Ellas prestan al alma sus alas,que sin ellas el alma moría,sin estrellas, sin fe, sin las clarasilusiones que el alma quería.
Ellas son refugio de muchos corazonesellas son estrellas que sienten el amor,ellas son silencios que lentos escaparondel eterno poeta nocturno y soñador,y con aire y con cielo y con luz se formaron,por eso todas ellas al nacer imitaronel color y la forma de nuestro corazón.Ellas son las mujeres entre todas las flores,tibios sancta sanctorum de la eterna poesía,neáporis grandiosas de todo pensamiento,copones de perfume que azul se bebe el viento,cromáticos enjambres, perlas del sentimiento,adornos de las liras, poetas sin acento.Amantes olorosas de dulces ruiseñores.
Madres de todo lo bello,sois eternas, magníficas, tristescomo tardes calladas de octubre,que al morir, melancólicas, vagas,una noche de otoño las cubre,porque al ser como sois la poesíaestáis llenas de otoño, de tardes,de pesares, de melancolía,de tristezas, de amores fatales,de crepúsculo gris de agonía,que sois tristes, al ser la poesíaque es un agua de vuestros rosales.Santas rosas divinas y varias,esperanzas, anhelos, pasión,deposito en vosotras, amigas;dadme un cáliz vacío, ya muerto,que en su fondo, mustiado y desierto,volcaré mi fatal corazón.¡Ave rosas, estrellas solemnes!Llenas rosas de gracia y amor,todo el cielo y la tierra son vuestrosy benditos serán los maestrosque proclamen la voz de tu flor.Y bendito será el bello frutode tu bello evangelio solemne,y bendito tu aroma perenne,y bendito tu pálido albor.Solitarias, divinas y graves,sollozad, pues sois flores de amor,sollozad por los niños que os cortan,sollozad por ser alma y ser flor,sollozad por los malos poetasque no os pueden cantar con dolor,sollozad por la luna que os ama,sollozad por tanto corazóncomo en sombra os escucha callado,y también sollozad por mi amor.
¡Ay!, incensarios carnales del alma,chopinescas romanzas de olor,sollozad por mis besos ocultosque mi boca a vosotras os dio.Sollozad por la niebla de tumbadonde sangra mi gran corazón,y en mi hora de estrella apagada,que mis ojos se cierren al sol,sed mi blanco y severo sudario,chopinescas romanzas de olor.Ocultadme en un valle tranquilo,y esperando mi resurrección,id sorbiendo con vuestras raícesla amargura de mi corazón.
Rosas, rosas divinas y bellas,sollozad, pues sois flores de amor.

 POEMA DE FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA - LA ORACIÓN DE LAS ROSAS

POEM RED AND BLOOD

POEM RED AND BLOOD


THE RED AND BLOOD IS THE COLOR OF MY WINGS,

THE RED AND BLOOD IS THE COLOR OF MY FREEDOM,

THE RED TEMPORARY THAT ENCADENA TO THE WORLD

WITH YEARS OF MISERIES AND HUMAN DESIGNS

VANALITIES THAT TODAY DROWN FREEDOMS ...



BLOOD RED ARE THE FEARS, THOSE

WHICH HAVE SOULS THAT OPPOSED WILL,

TAKING FUNESTAL QUALITIES ...

MY FREEDOM, MY BLOOD RED LIBERTY!

ACRATAS ARE TODAY MY FUGITIVE THOUGHTS,
LIKE THESE LETTERS THAT YOU LONG LIKE TO KILL TODAY,
I declare myself anarchist and in war with the society!

NOT FOR FANATISM, NOT FOR INCREDULITY,

BUT FOR NEED, FOR SOCIEGO, AND VALENTIA ...



I DECLARE MY RED BLOOD FREEDOM WITH THESE LETTERS

REPUGNATING THE PRE-HUMAN PREJUDICE AND AMBITION

WITH VANALITIES AND MISERIES THAT REMOVE HOPES

AND WHY NOT? CHANGE THE RED FEAR FOR A RED TO FREEDOM ...

DON SALVADOR ALLENDE G. PRESIDENT OF CHILE, DIES WHILE BOMBING THE GOVERNMENT PALACE, ONE ELEVEN OF SEPTEMBER, DURING THE MILITARY HIT, REACHES TO ADDRESS AJ PEOPLE.

DON SALVADOR ALLENDE G. PRESIDENT OF CHILE, DIES WHILE BOMBING THE GOVERNMENT PALACE, ONE ELEVEN OF SEPTEMBER, DURING THE MILITARY HIT, REACHES TO ADDRESS AJ PEOPLE.

<History is ours and people make it»:

 The last speech of Salvador Allende, was on 

September 11, 1973, it is also the date of his death. In the Palacio de la Moneda de Chile, a place that was bombed by air and land. They must have taken him dead, he never gave up. With this, Democracy was lost and we suffered one of the most violent distractions known.Speech
My friends: Surely this is the last chance I can address you.
The Air Force has bombed the towers of Radio Portales and Radio Corporación. My words have no bitterness, but disappointment, and they will be the moral punishment for those who have betrayed the oath they made ... soldiers of Chile, head commanders, Admiral Merino who has appointed himself, plus Mr. Mendoza, general trainer, that only yesterday he showed his loyalty and loyalty to the government, he has also been appointed Director General of Police. Given these facts, I can only tell the workers: I am not going to quit! Placed in a historical transit, I will pay with my life the loyalty of the people.
And I tell you that I am sure that the seed that we deliver to the conscience worthy of thousands and thousands of Chileans, cannot be finally reaped. They have the strength, they can overwhelm us, but social processes do not stop with crime ... or force. The history is ours and the people make it.
Workers of my country: I want to thank you for the loyalty you always had, the confidence you placed in a man who was only an interpreter of great longings for justice, who insisted on his word that he would respect the Constitution and the law and he did so. In this final moment, the last time I can address you, I want you to take advantage of the lesson. The foreign capital, imperialism, together with the reaction, created the climate for the Armed Forces to break their tradition, which Schneider taught them and to reaffirm Commander Araya, victims of the same social sector that will be at home today, waiting with alien hand to regain power to continue defending their farms and their privileges.
I address, above all, the modest woman of our land, the peasant who believed in us; to the worker who worked the most, to the mother who knew about our concern for the children. I turn to the professionals of the country, to the patriotic professionals, to whom they had been working for days against the sedition sponsored by the professional Colleges, class colleges to also defend the advantages that a capitalist society gives to a few. I turn to the youth, to those who sang, they gave their joy and their fighting spirit. I am addressing the man from Chile, the worker, the peasant, the intellectual, those who will be persecuted ... because in our country fascism was already present for many hours in the terrorist attacks, flying the bridges, cutting the railway line, destroying the oil and gas pipelines, faced with the silence of those who had the obligation to proceed: they were engaged. History will judge them.
Surely Radio Magallanes will be quiet and the quiet metal of my voice will not reach you. It does not matter, they'll keep hearing. I will always be next to you guys. At least, my memory will be that of a worthy man who was loyal to the workers' loyalty. The people must defend themselves, but not sacrifice. The people should not be destroyed or riddled, but neither can they humble themselves.
Workers of my country: I have faith in Chile and its destiny. Other men will overcome this gray and bitter moment, where treason seeks to prevail. Keep on knowing that, much sooner than later, the great malls will open again where the free man passes to build a better society.
 Long live Chile! Long live the town! Long live the workers!
These are my last words and I am sure that my sacrifice will not be in vain. I am sure that, at least, there will be a moral lesson that will punish felony, cowardice and betrayal.

NECESITO UN ABRAZO !!!... ( LES ENVIO EL MIO...)..

NECESITO UN ABRAZO!!!...  (  YO LES ENVIO EL MIO.).

 LES ENVIO UN ABRAZO A QUIENES LO NECESITEN.

DONDE NECESITAN QUE  SEAN  ENVIADOS ...?

LUCIERNAGA

"SI NECESITAS UN ABRAZO...,

  PARA  COMENZAR EL DIA..,

  DETENTE UN MOMENTO PARA  SENTIRLO...,

 YO TE LO  ENVIO ...

AFECTO FRATERNO."  

SALUDOS CORDIALES ...LUCIERNAGA

LALUNA Y EL SOL..., SU LEYENDA,

LA LEYENDA DE LA LUNA Y EL SOL

L

AURORA BOREA L, interesaante fenómrno atmosférico .

AURORA BOREAL.

Fenómeno atmosférico que consiste en la aparición en el cielo de manchas y columnas luminosas de varias tonalidades y que es producido por la radiación solar; puede observarse de noche en las regiones polares.
"se han observado auroras en las atmósferas de otros planetas, en particular en Júpiter"
Aurora Boreal , igual es llamada Aurora polar que se produce en el hemisferio norte.

NO CULPES A NADIE POEMA DE PABLO NERUDA

NO CULPES A NADIE

POEMA DE PABLO NERUDA

NO CULPES A NADIE

POEMA DE PABLO NERUDA

LUCIERNAGA

POEM OF PAUL NERUDA Friend, don't die

POEM OF PAUL NERUDA
Friend, don't die

Friend, don't die.

Hear me these words that burn me

and that nobody would say if I didn't say them.

Friend, don't die.

I am the one waiting for you on the starry night.

Which under the bloody setting sun awaits.

I watch the fruits fall on the gloomy earth.

I look dance the drops of dew on the grass.

In the night to the thick perfume of roses,

when he dances the round of immense shadows.

Under the southern sky, the one that awaits you when

the afternoon air like a mouth kisses.

Friend, don't die.

I am the one who cut the rebel garlands

for the fragrant jungle bed in the sun and in the jungle.

The one who brought yellow hyacinths in his arms.

And torn roses. And bloody poppies.

The one who crossed his arms for waiting for you, now.

The guy that broke his arches. The one that bent his arrows.

I am the one who keeps a taste of grapes on my lips.

Clusters refrigerated. Vermilion bites.

He who calls you from the plains sprouted.

I am the one who in the hour of love wishes you.

The afternoon air forms the tall branches.

Drunk, my heart. Under God, wobble.

The unleashed river breaks into tears and sometimes

his voice thins and becomes pure and trembling.

The blue complaint of the water rumbles in the evening.

Friend, don't die!

I am the one that awaits you on the starry night,

on the golden beaches, on the blonde you were.

The one who cut hyacinths for your bed, and roses.

Lying among the grasses I am the one that awaits you!

One of the saddest poems by Pablo Neruda, which is about a friend who is fighting for life and may not survive. A piece that reaches the heart and desperately asks you not to leave.

LAS PROMESAS DE DIOS SON PARA SIEMPRE

LAS PROMESAS DE

 DIOS

 SON PARA SIEMPRE

NUESTRAS ELECCIONES EN LA VIDA DEBEMOS HACERLAS CON MUCHO CUIDADO ... SOBRETODO

SI QUEREMOS SER FELICES ...

EN LO PERSONAL YO ELIJO

   UN ARCOIRIS

... SI UN ARCOIRIS

   DE FELICIDAD ...

PORQUE

La felicidad escomo el Arco Iris, la veo siempre en las casas de los otros, pero nunca en la nuestra.

-No solemos ser específicos de nuestros dones, ni de nuestra maravillosa vida, porque nos hemos acostumbrado a la mínima contrariedad, o el mínimo Fallo, sean prioritarios para nosotros, y en cuanto nos pasa algo malo, nos amargamos la vida.

-No tenemos más remedio que ponernos a hacer una lista de todo lo que tenemos, y consideramos lo más normal, porque para mucha gente son cosas extraordinarias.

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