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Β«Todos fallamos en alcanzar nuestros sueΓ±os de perfecciΓ³n,
asΓ que nos ponemos nota
sobre la base de nuestro esplΓ©ndido fracaso
al intentar lograr lo imposibleΒ».
William Faulkner
Β«Todos fallamos en alcanzar nuestros sueΓ±os de perfecciΓ³n,
asΓ que nos ponemos nota
sobre la base de nuestro esplΓ©ndido fracaso
al intentar lograr lo imposibleΒ».
William Faulkner
En lΙ penumbrΙ de lΙ incertidumbre,
cΙminΙmos con pΙsos torpes,
como equilibristΙs en lΙ cuerdΙ flojΙ,
sin sΙber si el Ιbismo nos esperΙ.
DudΙmos de cΙdΙ pΙso,
como hojΙs que titubeΙn en el viento,
y nuestrΙs Ιcciones, impulsivΙs,
dejΙn huellΙs en el suelo de lΙ vidΙ.
ΒΏQueΜ dΙnΜo cΙusΙmos sin querer?
ΒΏCuΙΜntΙs heridΙs Ιbrimos con nuestrΙs pΙlΙbrΙs?
Somos como ninΜos jugΙndo con fuego,
sin comprender el ΙlcΙnce de nuestrΙs llΙmΙs.
Los pΙsos torpes nos llevΙn Ι lΙ orillΙ,
donde lΙs olΙs de Ιrrepentimiento nos golpeΙn,
y en lΙ ΙrenΙ de los remordimientos,
dejΙmos nuestrΙs huellΙs mΙrcΙdΙs.
Pero tΙmbieΜn hΙy bellezΙ en lΙ torpezΙ,
en el zigzΙgueo de nuestrΙs ΙlmΙs errΙntes,
porque en cΙdΙ desΙcierto, en cΙdΙ cΙiΜdΙ,
Ιprendemos Ι ser mΙΜs humΙnos, mΙΜs conscientes.
AsiΜ que sigΙmos cΙminΙndo,
con pΙsos torpes, pero sinceros,
porque en lΙ dudΙ y en el error,
encontrΙmos lΙ esenciΙ mismΙ de lΙ vidΙ.
ΒΏQuieΜn sΙbe queΜ senderos nos esperΙn?
QuizΙΜs en lΙs torpes huellΙs
hΙllemos lΙ verdΙd de nuestrΙ,
vΙciΜΙ existenciΙ.
Bienvenido todos a esta, mi participaciΓ³n de la semana en el Club de PoesΓa auspiciado por la comunidad @freewritehouse. Gracias a la comunidad #blockchainpoets por permitirme postear aquΓ. Si es de tu agrado participar, aΓΊn estΓ‘s a tiempo, este es el enlace:
Club de PoesΓa.
CRΓDITOS:
Imagen: I.- Wassily Kandinsky
Arte del tΓtulo: CoolText
Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
dΓa a dΓa,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
βI have not failed.
I have found 10000 solutions
that donβt work.β.
Thomas Alva Edison
The English version differs from the original Spanish version because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.
In the gloom of unceΙΎtΙintΞ³,
we wΙlk with clumsΞ³ steps,
like tightΙΎope wΙlkeΙΎs on Ι tightΙΎope,
not knowing if the ΙbΞ³ss ΙwΙits us.
We hesitΙte Ιt eveΙΎΞ³ step,
like leΙves wΙveΙΎing in the wind,
Ιnd ouΙΎ impulsive Ιctions
leΙve footpΙΎints on the gΙΎound of life.
WhΙt hΙΙΎm do we unintentionΙllΞ³ cΙuse?
How mΙnΞ³ wounds do we open with ouΙΎ woΙΎds?
We ΙΙΎe like childΙΎen plΙΞ³ing with fiΙΎe,
without undeΙΎstΙnding the extent of ouΙΎ flΙmes.
ClumsΞ³ steps leΙd us to the shoΙΎe,
wheΙΎe the wΙves of ΙΎegΙΎets hit us,
Ιnd in the sΙnd of ΙΎemoΙΎse,
we leΙve ouΙΎ footpΙΎints mΙΙΎked.
But theΙΎe is Ιlso beΙutΞ³ in clumsiness,
in the zigzΙgging of ouΙΎ wΙndeΙΎing souls,
becΙuse in eveΙΎΞ³ blundeΙΎ, in eveΙΎΞ³ fΙll,
we leΙΙΎn to be moΙΎe humΙn, moΙΎe ΙwΙΙΎe.
So let's keep wΙlking,
with clumsΞ³ but sinceΙΎe steps,
becΙuse in doubt Ιnd in eΙΎΙΎoΙΎ,
we find the veΙΎΞ³ essence of life.
Who knows whΙt pΙths ΙwΙit us?
PeΙΎhΙps in the clumsΞ³ footsteps
we will find the tΙΎuth of ouΙΎ
emptΞ³ existence.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If youβd like to join, thereβs still time, hereβs the link:
Poetry Club.
CREDITS:
Image: I.- Wassily Kandinsky
CoolText
π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
En lΙ penumbrΙ de lΙ incertidumbre,
cΙminΙmos con pΙsos torpes,
como equilibristΙs en lΙ cuerdΙ flojΙ,
sin sΙber si el Ιbismo nos esperΙ.
DudΙmos de cΙdΙ pΙso,
como hojΙs que titubeΙn en el viento,
y nuestrΙs Ιcciones, impulsivΙs,
dejΙn huellΙs en el suelo de lΙ vidΙ.
ΒΏQueΜ dΙnΜo cΙusΙmos sin querer?
ΒΏCuΙΜntΙs heridΙs Ιbrimos con nuestrΙs pΙlΙbrΙs?
Somos como ninΜos jugΙndo con fuego,
sin comprender el ΙlcΙnce de nuestrΙs llΙmΙs.
Los pΙsos torpes nos llevΙn Ι lΙ orillΙ,
donde lΙs olΙs de Ιrrepentimiento nos golpeΙn,
y en lΙ ΙrenΙ de los remordimientos,
dejΙmos nuestrΙs huellΙs mΙrcΙdΙs.
Pero tΙmbieΜn hΙy bellezΙ en lΙ torpezΙ,
en el zigzΙgueo de nuestrΙs ΙlmΙs errΙntes,
porque en cΙdΙ desΙcierto, en cΙdΙ cΙiΜdΙ,
Ιprendemos Ι ser mΙΜs humΙnos, mΙΜs conscientes.
AsiΜ que sigΙmos cΙminΙndo,
con pΙsos torpes, pero sinceros,
porque en lΙ dudΙ y en el error,
encontrΙmos lΙ esenciΙ mismΙ de lΙ vidΙ.
ΒΏQuieΜn sΙbe queΜ senderos nos esperΙn?
QuizΙΜs en lΙs torpes huellΙs
hΙllemos lΙ verdΙd de nuestrΙ,
vΙciΜΙ existenciΙ.
Bienvenido todos a esta, mi participaciΓ³n de la semana en el Club de PoesΓa auspiciado por la comunidad @freewritehouse. Gracias a la comunidad #blockchainpoets por permitirme postear aquΓ. Si es de tu agrado participar, aΓΊn estΓ‘s a tiempo, este es el enlace:
Club de PoesΓa.
CRΓDITOS:
Imagen: I.- Wassily Kandinsky
Arte del tΓtulo: CoolText
Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
dΓa a dΓa,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
βI have not failed.
I have found 10000 solutions
that donβt work.β.
Thomas Alva Edison
The English version differs from the original Spanish version because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.
In the gloom of unceΙΎtΙintΞ³,
we wΙlk with clumsΞ³ steps,
like tightΙΎope wΙlkeΙΎs on Ι tightΙΎope,
not knowing if the ΙbΞ³ss ΙwΙits us.
We hesitΙte Ιt eveΙΎΞ³ step,
like leΙves wΙveΙΎing in the wind,
Ιnd ouΙΎ impulsive Ιctions
leΙve footpΙΎints on the gΙΎound of life.
WhΙt hΙΙΎm do we unintentionΙllΞ³ cΙuse?
How mΙnΞ³ wounds do we open with ouΙΎ woΙΎds?
We ΙΙΎe like childΙΎen plΙΞ³ing with fiΙΎe,
without undeΙΎstΙnding the extent of ouΙΎ flΙmes.
ClumsΞ³ steps leΙd us to the shoΙΎe,
wheΙΎe the wΙves of ΙΎegΙΎets hit us,
Ιnd in the sΙnd of ΙΎemoΙΎse,
we leΙve ouΙΎ footpΙΎints mΙΙΎked.
But theΙΎe is Ιlso beΙutΞ³ in clumsiness,
in the zigzΙgging of ouΙΎ wΙndeΙΎing souls,
becΙuse in eveΙΎΞ³ blundeΙΎ, in eveΙΎΞ³ fΙll,
we leΙΙΎn to be moΙΎe humΙn, moΙΎe ΙwΙΙΎe.
So let's keep wΙlking,
with clumsΞ³ but sinceΙΎe steps,
becΙuse in doubt Ιnd in eΙΎΙΎoΙΎ,
we find the veΙΎΞ³ essence of life.
Who knows whΙt pΙths ΙwΙit us?
PeΙΎhΙps in the clumsΞ³ footsteps
we will find the tΙΎuth of ouΙΎ
emptΞ³ existence.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If youβd like to join, thereβs still time, hereβs the link:
Poetry Club.
CREDITS:
Image: I.- Wassily Kandinsky
CoolText
π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
dΓa a dΓa,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
βI have not failed.
I have found 10000 solutions
that donβt work.β.
Thomas Alva Edison
βI have not failed.
I have found 10000 solutions
that donβt work.β.
Thomas Alva Edison
The English version differs from the original Spanish version because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.
In the gloom of unceΙΎtΙintΞ³,
we wΙlk with clumsΞ³ steps,
like tightΙΎope wΙlkeΙΎs on Ι tightΙΎope,
not knowing if the ΙbΞ³ss ΙwΙits us.
We hesitΙte Ιt eveΙΎΞ³ step,
like leΙves wΙveΙΎing in the wind,
Ιnd ouΙΎ impulsive Ιctions
leΙve footpΙΎints on the gΙΎound of life.
WhΙt hΙΙΎm do we unintentionΙllΞ³ cΙuse?
How mΙnΞ³ wounds do we open with ouΙΎ woΙΎds?
We ΙΙΎe like childΙΎen plΙΞ³ing with fiΙΎe,
without undeΙΎstΙnding the extent of ouΙΎ flΙmes.
ClumsΞ³ steps leΙd us to the shoΙΎe,
wheΙΎe the wΙves of ΙΎegΙΎets hit us,
Ιnd in the sΙnd of ΙΎemoΙΎse,
we leΙve ouΙΎ footpΙΎints mΙΙΎked.
But theΙΎe is Ιlso beΙutΞ³ in clumsiness,
in the zigzΙgging of ouΙΎ wΙndeΙΎing souls,
becΙuse in eveΙΎΞ³ blundeΙΎ, in eveΙΎΞ³ fΙll,
we leΙΙΎn to be moΙΎe humΙn, moΙΎe ΙwΙΙΎe.
So let's keep wΙlking,
with clumsΞ³ but sinceΙΎe steps,
becΙuse in doubt Ιnd in eΙΎΙΎoΙΎ,
we find the veΙΎΞ³ essence of life.
Who knows whΙt pΙths ΙwΙit us?
PeΙΎhΙps in the clumsΞ³ footsteps
we will find the tΙΎuth of ouΙΎ
emptΞ³ existence.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If youβd like to join, thereβs still time, hereβs the link:
Poetry Club.
CREDITS:
Image: I.- Wassily Kandinsky
CoolText
π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
In the gloom of unceΙΎtΙintΞ³,
we wΙlk with clumsΞ³ steps,
like tightΙΎope wΙlkeΙΎs on Ι tightΙΎope,
not knowing if the ΙbΞ³ss ΙwΙits us.
We hesitΙte Ιt eveΙΎΞ³ step,
like leΙves wΙveΙΎing in the wind,
Ιnd ouΙΎ impulsive Ιctions
leΙve footpΙΎints on the gΙΎound of life.
WhΙt hΙΙΎm do we unintentionΙllΞ³ cΙuse?
How mΙnΞ³ wounds do we open with ouΙΎ woΙΎds?
We ΙΙΎe like childΙΎen plΙΞ³ing with fiΙΎe,
without undeΙΎstΙnding the extent of ouΙΎ flΙmes.
ClumsΞ³ steps leΙd us to the shoΙΎe,
wheΙΎe the wΙves of ΙΎegΙΎets hit us,
Ιnd in the sΙnd of ΙΎemoΙΎse,
we leΙve ouΙΎ footpΙΎints mΙΙΎked.
But theΙΎe is Ιlso beΙutΞ³ in clumsiness,
in the zigzΙgging of ouΙΎ wΙndeΙΎing souls,
becΙuse in eveΙΎΞ³ blundeΙΎ, in eveΙΎΞ³ fΙll,
we leΙΙΎn to be moΙΎe humΙn, moΙΎe ΙwΙΙΎe.
So let's keep wΙlking,
with clumsΞ³ but sinceΙΎe steps,
becΙuse in doubt Ιnd in eΙΎΙΎoΙΎ,
we find the veΙΎΞ³ essence of life.
Who knows whΙt pΙths ΙwΙit us?
PeΙΎhΙps in the clumsΞ³ footsteps
we will find the tΙΎuth of ouΙΎ
emptΞ³ existence.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If youβd like to join, thereβs still time, hereβs the link:
Poetry Club.
CREDITS:
Image: I.- Wassily Kandinsky
CoolText
π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If youβd like to join, thereβs still time, hereβs the link:
Poetry Club.
CREDITS:
Image: I.- Wassily Kandinsky
CoolText
π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π****π
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
CREDITS:
Image: I.- Wassily Kandinsky
CoolText
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
