tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667385972809249992024-03-18T20:22:39.914-07:00Rafael Jesús GonzálezBorn in the bicultural/bilingual setting of El Paso, Texas/Juárez, Chihuahua, attended the University of Texas El Paso, Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México, & the University of Oregon. Professor Emeritus of Creative Writing & Literature, taught at the University of Oregon, Western State College of Colorado, Central Washington State University, the University of Texas El Paso, and Laney College, Oakland where he founded the Mexican and Latin American Studies Dept.Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.comBlogger1398125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-10227793327925045122024-03-12T00:00:00.000-07:002024-03-18T13:34:36.551-07:00Mahtlatli omome tecpatl xihuitl: Year Twelve Flint<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">-</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino;">Mahtlatli omome tecpatl xihuitl: <br /></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino;">Año doce pedernal</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 5.5pt;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">(al modo nahua)</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino;">Que el pedernal del tiempo <br /></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino;">corte los mecates que nos atan <br /></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino;">liberando flor y canto,<br /></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino;">adornando con plumas y oro,<br /></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino;">sacándonos chispas <br /></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino;">de alegría en el corazón</span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino;">. </span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> © Rafael Jesús González 2024</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 8pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvHz8HjpEuL7NgnX73ai3cEiu_Q_p77IDCedF_STVq_OUCm9DLrqAlMX3IzYgc-VqgIzZnwkpvt61Hw0QEWopAsnfq-qLantTw0faBISRSm-epkv50n8ocdumSzyNj4H5dpcfx-_xGLIrdHs5nf903Dh7d3JeJUdMQF3YqwZen4LosDd2u5cpr0ZwjS8/s272/an%CC%83o%20tecpetl%2012.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="272" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvHz8HjpEuL7NgnX73ai3cEiu_Q_p77IDCedF_STVq_OUCm9DLrqAlMX3IzYgc-VqgIzZnwkpvt61Hw0QEWopAsnfq-qLantTw0faBISRSm-epkv50n8ocdumSzyNj4H5dpcfx-_xGLIrdHs5nf903Dh7d3JeJUdMQF3YqwZen4LosDd2u5cpr0ZwjS8/w200-h182/an%CC%83o%20tecpetl%2012.png" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mahtlatli omome tecpatl xihuitl</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino;">: <br /></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino;">Year twelve Flint</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 5.5pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"> (in the nahua mode)</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;">May the flint of time <br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">cut the cords that bind us<br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">freeing flower & song,<br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">adorning with feathers & gold,<br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">striking sparks <br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">of joy in the heart</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">.</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> © Rafael Jesús González 2024</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigIBBVBdqLb2QBY7M5uEqjJzLuJ-ip5SW5zrQ9GJ1MxPq_o3a5tBVvqFxss7iw_gaWM0gmiuM1BxZc40kPoDII4OYncC6yk2rww3DiJkz8w1Aj1o_gj2FnFXwdJOsgZeV9eXJc44IaTOzIf7euP0iS4OW24gTBKbDg86FaCYzD00apZ_DmLMvfSBCKyW8/s351/tecpatl%20images-1%20angled%20right.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="351" data-original-width="313" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigIBBVBdqLb2QBY7M5uEqjJzLuJ-ip5SW5zrQ9GJ1MxPq_o3a5tBVvqFxss7iw_gaWM0gmiuM1BxZc40kPoDII4OYncC6yk2rww3DiJkz8w1Aj1o_gj2FnFXwdJOsgZeV9eXJc44IaTOzIf7euP0iS4OW24gTBKbDg86FaCYzD00apZ_DmLMvfSBCKyW8/w178-h200/tecpatl%20images-1%20angled%20right.png" width="178" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></div></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-27685434511289824782024-03-11T00:00:00.000-07:002024-03-11T19:26:22.675-07:00Ramadán<p> </p><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: medium;">Es con corazón doliente que les deseo a nuestros hermanos, hermanas islámicos un bendito Ramadán. Ni siquiera la dulzura de los dátiles puede disminuir la amargura en el corazón por la muerte y el sufrimiento que el gobierno sionista-fascista de Israel, con la complicidad de los Estados Unidos, ha causado a nuestros hermanos, hermanas palestinos. Alzo mis rezos y mi voz por un alto el fuego inmediato y el fin del homicidio en Gaza. Que la luz de la compasión y la justicia nos ilumine los corazones.</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-align: start;"><span lang="ES"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-align: start;"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #0000ee; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiItktdf9TlovNClUzS3j433NqzPCcCdGK3PDBJXn3uIsZDGhFb2HOXRiyJPfiS_kyRis8-ALdr53gJTlvE8lF5asP1hIEbdIEP9wbAg-hrU_1740aBRhyphenhyphenJ-1lqNg-tpfC607lV0oJPrNVbJB8DRB8JbJNrjI3fhjVMTIdb027AOvQ23xEsXw9B1b3qg1k/s350/images-5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="271" data-original-width="350" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiItktdf9TlovNClUzS3j433NqzPCcCdGK3PDBJXn3uIsZDGhFb2HOXRiyJPfiS_kyRis8-ALdr53gJTlvE8lF5asP1hIEbdIEP9wbAg-hrU_1740aBRhyphenhyphenJ-1lqNg-tpfC607lV0oJPrNVbJB8DRB8JbJNrjI3fhjVMTIdb027AOvQ23xEsXw9B1b3qg1k/w200-h155/images-5.png" width="200" /></a></div><p style="color: #0000ee;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It is with a heavy heart that I wish our Islamic brothers & sisters a blessed Ramadan. Not even the sweetness of dates can lessen the bitterness in my heart at the death and suffering caused our Palestinian brothers and sisters by the Zionist-fascist government of Israel with the complicity of the United States. I raise my prayers and my voice for an immediate ceasefire and an end to the homicide in Gaza. May the light of compassion and justice light our hearts.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-align: start;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-align: start;"><o:p> </o:p></p></div><u style="color: #0000ee;"><br /></u></span></div> <br /><span><span style="color: white;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 20.799999px;"> </span></span><a href="https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramadán" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Ramadán</span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">En el noveno mes<br />cuando la luna nueva<br /></span></span><span><span style="font-size: large;"> apenas se asoma<br />empieza el ayuno nocturno<br />y la penitencia<br />hasta que un hilo blanco<br />se distinga de un hilo negro.<br /><br />¿Cuándo será?</span><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisc2KOYfOWfI1D0DzDrZ17Ivr5MnsOrWOHE8NksFf8vxeamGjcp7m1HpvLKJYUWT6O61tuyF45uiEcYOzb5Y_jWi-l7FoEa4-_jQExGlfDuLD-_aP75mXMExvd9l6KJR1jUof7raK9SXNkOtjBtlJU9IdRFem73oI-7_8qO5l9-r-3BfhSbmQ1is1SyCM/s500/morocco_salaam%20alaikum%20English%208%20pt.star%20ejp%20Ramadan%20mubarak%20arabic%20orange%20shading.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="381" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisc2KOYfOWfI1D0DzDrZ17Ivr5MnsOrWOHE8NksFf8vxeamGjcp7m1HpvLKJYUWT6O61tuyF45uiEcYOzb5Y_jWi-l7FoEa4-_jQExGlfDuLD-_aP75mXMExvd9l6KJR1jUof7raK9SXNkOtjBtlJU9IdRFem73oI-7_8qO5l9-r-3BfhSbmQ1is1SyCM/w307-h400/morocco_salaam%20alaikum%20English%208%20pt.star%20ejp%20Ramadan%20mubarak%20arabic%20orange%20shading.png" width="307" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramadan" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramadan" target="_blank">Ramadan</a><br /><br /><br />The ninth month<br />when the new moon<br /></span></span><span><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>barely appears<br />the nightly fasting begins<br />and the penance<br />until a white thread<br />is distinguished<br />from a black one.<br /><br />When will that be?</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> </span></span>© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36AAK3RvevU5ENKT39FbgQnq14TEQ2d_euSw2_gGq95aMmEEFkubweRzi84xpkKLVBXQ-nhndjDPtkm-JDkwQrB32fW9f50i0gqyx-HKfDL21C0ECLFlD5lfP5g5xSycOVUZ45eYBhdczXdLaRsdXI-Aer25Fi_q9alnLI_iOQWF3eRoSPwlvLIKyiMg/s500/Israel-Gaza%20alto%20el%20fuego%20ya%202%20made%20usa%20israel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36AAK3RvevU5ENKT39FbgQnq14TEQ2d_euSw2_gGq95aMmEEFkubweRzi84xpkKLVBXQ-nhndjDPtkm-JDkwQrB32fW9f50i0gqyx-HKfDL21C0ECLFlD5lfP5g5xSycOVUZ45eYBhdczXdLaRsdXI-Aer25Fi_q9alnLI_iOQWF3eRoSPwlvLIKyiMg/w400-h400/Israel-Gaza%20alto%20el%20fuego%20ya%202%20made%20usa%20israel.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-</div></div></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-22641514659311601842024-03-06T00:00:00.000-08:002024-03-06T14:27:43.345-08:00Michelangelo Buonarroti, March 6, 1475 – February 18, 1564<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #ffff99;">-</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: large;">Tríptico para Miguel Ángel</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><br /><br /><a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pietro_Torrigiano"></a></span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310009694153803090" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SbDxruXrBVI/AAAAAAAAB98/CDjjbAYPivI/s200/Pietro+Torrigiano+%281470+-+1522%29+circa+1510+sized.jpg" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 238); color: #0000ee; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline; width: 153px;" /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 20.799999px;"><u><br /></u></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I — Pietro Torrigiano<br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br />El principio se origina en la quebradura—<br />un corazón, un himen, una nariz.<br />El duende mora en las heridas —<br />la raja en el limón, la fisura en el higo.<br />El dolor no es necesidad, pero es—<br />indudable como la piedra, maleable como el oro<br />para hacer faunos o aretes.<br />Recordémoslo si por ninguna otra cosa,<br />el contraste, la sombra en la luz,<br />la amargura en la miel<br />en que las abejas encuentran sustento y muerte.<br />Alabémoslo, lengua en mejilla,<br />pero correctamente, grave y respetuosos,<br />porque muchas veces inicia el baile, grave y medido.</span> </span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vittoria_Colonna"></a><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310009047271848674" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SbDxGEi_uuI/AAAAAAAAB9s/HpE1LEBEAO0/s200/Vittoria_Colonna+Ritratto+di+Michelangelo.+%7E1550+sized.jpg" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 238); color: #0000ee; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline; width: 157px;" /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 20.799999px;"><u><br /></u></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">II — Vittoria Colonna<br /></span></div><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />La alabanza es muchas veces oblicua —<br />la luz se sesga para ablandar la piedra,<br />esconder las marcas del cincel<br />o sacarlas como los pizzicatos en el violonchelo.<br />Hay miel en esa luz,<br />más liviana de que la miel tiene derecho ser.<br />Alabemos a esa luz —<br />espejo que suaviza, que enriquece<br />una esperanza desolada, demasiada llena<br />de posibilidad, imposibilidad, pavor.<br />Hay perfección en lo incompleto<br />que la saciedad jamás podría tener.<br />¿Qué en el arte no es pretensión?<br />Pretendemos a la luz, a tronos.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SbDxNAjd5VI/AAAAAAAAB90/MbHfx0ahy-c/s1600-h/sogno-Michelangelo+sized.jpg"></a></span><span style="color: #0000ee;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 238); cursor: pointer; display: block; font-size: 20.799999px; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; width: 139px;"><u><img alt="" border="0" height="320" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310009166459168082" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SbDxNAjd5VI/AAAAAAAAB90/MbHfx0ahy-c/w224-h320/sogno-Michelangelo+sized.jpg" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 238); color: #0000ee; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline; width: 139px;" width="224" /></u></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 20.799999px;"><u><br /></u></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">III — Tommaso de’ Cavalieri<br /></span></div><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />¿Y cuando la luz es más allá de nuestro alcance,<br />la iluminación un amor demasiado anhelado?<br />El amor llega tarde y templado<br />aun cuando el deseo guarda su filo.<br />Los filos le prestan sabor,<br />el filo del limón, de la espada del necio<br />que penetra la armadura innecesaria<br />y esculpe mantequilla.<br />Que entonces sea, pues forma estrellas<br />y engendra perlas —<br />una tontería, un bufón,<br />cuando uno debería saber mejor que eso.<br />(¿Debería uno?) ¿Qué es lo mejor?<br />La comodidad es mezquina cosa.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"> </span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelangelo"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310009986522287026" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SbDx8vhwC7I/AAAAAAAAB-E/cK9OOG9UozQ/s320/Michelango_Portrait_by_DaneledaVolterra1509-66+sized.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 234px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 12.48px;"><span class="comment">Portrait of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelangelo" title="Michelangelo">Michelangelo</a> by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniele_da_Volterra" title="Daniele da Volterra">Daniele da Volterra</a></span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: large;">Triptych for Michelangelo</span><br /><br /></span></div><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pietro_Torrigiano"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310009694153803090" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SbDxruXrBVI/AAAAAAAAB98/CDjjbAYPivI/s200/Pietro+Torrigiano+%281470+-+1522%29+circa+1510+sized.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 153px;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>I — Pietro Torrigiano</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />Beginning originate in breakage —<br />a heart, a hymen, a nose.<br />The duende dwells in wounds —<br />the crack in the lemon, the fissure in the fig.<br />Pain is not a necessity, but it is —<br />indubitable as stone, malleable as gold<br />to fashion fauns or earrings.<br />Let us remember it if for nothing else<br />the contrast, the shadow in the light,<br />the bitterness in the honey<br />in which bees find sustenance & death.<br />Let us praise it, tongue in cheek,<br />but correctly, grave & respectful,<br />for it often opens the dance, grave & measured.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vittoria_Colonna"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310009047271848674" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SbDxGEi_uuI/AAAAAAAAB9s/HpE1LEBEAO0/s200/Vittoria_Colonna+Ritratto+di+Michelangelo.+%7E1550+sized.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 157px;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>II — Vittoria Colonna</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />Praise is often oblique —<br />the light slants to soften stone,<br />obscure the chisel marks<br />or pluck them like pizzicati on a cello.<br />There is honey in that light,<br />lighter than honey has a right to be.<br />Praise that light —<br />a mirror that softens, that enriches<br />a stark expectation too fraught<br />with possibility, impossibility, dread.<br />There is perfection in unfullness<br />that satiety can never have.<br />What in art is not pretension?<br />We pretend to light, to thrones.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SbDxNAjd5VI/AAAAAAAAB90/MbHfx0ahy-c/s1600-h/sogno-Michelangelo+sized.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310009166459168082" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SbDxNAjd5VI/AAAAAAAAB90/MbHfx0ahy-c/w224-h320/sogno-Michelangelo+sized.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 139px;" width="224" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>III — Tommaso de’ Cavalieri</span><br /></span></div><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />And when light is beyond our reach,<br />enlightenment a too-sought-after love?<br />Love comes late & softened<br />even when the desire keeps its edge.<br />The edges lend it savor,<br />the lemon edge, the fool’s sword<br />that pierces unnecessary armor<br />& chisels butter.<br />Let it be, then, for it fashions stars<br />& engenders pearls —<br />a foolishness, a scaramouche,<br />when one should know better.<br />(Should one?) What is better?<br />Comfort is a paltry thing.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">(<i>El hacedor de juegos/The Maker of Games</i> by Rafael Jesús González,<br />Casa Editorial, San Francisco 1977-78; Author’s © copyrights)</span><br /><span style="color: #ffff99; font-size: 16px;">-<br />-</span></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-45037559439943011062024-02-24T09:54:00.000-08:002024-02-24T09:54:00.134-08:00full moon of the Dragon Year 4722<p> </p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acbJ336JWMw/Tyc9hoAq-xI/AAAAAAAADCo/78QYl7xUfr0/s1600/chinese-dragon-9%2Bcopy.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_ubqvCl-mg/TxZpfTY151I/AAAAAAAADA8/hfpZPkpsS3s/s1600/Tani%2BBuncho%2B1763-1840%2Bmodified%2Bwith%2Bmoon.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698858364985272146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_ubqvCl-mg/TxZpfTY151I/AAAAAAAADA8/hfpZPkpsS3s/s400/Tani%2BBuncho%2B1763-1840%2Bmodified%2Bwith%2Bmoon.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 274px; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 12.48px;">Tani Buncho 1763-1840</span><br /></div><span style="color: #ffff99;">-</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Tanka for the Full Moon of the Dragon Year<br /><br /><br />The full moon rises<br />over the dragon parade —<br />a Chinese lantern.<br />The brave dragons reach for it,<br />lustrous pearl of their desire.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span><span style="color: #ffff99; font-size: 20.799999px;">--------------</span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlZYIo8XgVZSkYwwdIRCg_JEyJ-rVqCu8XeropndWWU6J0BEUhIWd-xpVm7G8IDaDG_sglF1WP1uLk2Deolp11il4OIDEepNtglFr5p93hCnPkY_yhuLwEIdTOX2_0sdhww913NNy5pYk9K0iZ5_vi42pNCg0BB2k4Ibz9kKopaZkt6uH7lYLXbcyPEY/s500/Chinese%20New%20Year%202015%20-%20moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="334" data-original-width="500" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlZYIo8XgVZSkYwwdIRCg_JEyJ-rVqCu8XeropndWWU6J0BEUhIWd-xpVm7G8IDaDG_sglF1WP1uLk2Deolp11il4OIDEepNtglFr5p93hCnPkY_yhuLwEIdTOX2_0sdhww913NNy5pYk9K0iZ5_vi42pNCg0BB2k4Ibz9kKopaZkt6uH7lYLXbcyPEY/w400-h267/Chinese%20New%20Year%202015%20-%20moon.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: large;">Tanka para la luna plena del año del dragón<br /><br /><br />La luna plena se eleva<br />sobre el desfile de dragones —<br />linterna china.<br />Los dragones bravos tratan de cogerla,<br />lustrosa perla de sus anhelos.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span><span style="color: #ffff99; font-size: 20.799999px;">-------------------</span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #ffff99;">------------</span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ti2pPpO5EWc/TxZX512Hi9I/AAAAAAAADAk/X3xXaWo6wIE/s1600/Kano%2BTan%2527yu%2B1671%2Bmodified%2Bwith%2Bmoon.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="129" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698839029702167506" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ti2pPpO5EWc/TxZX512Hi9I/AAAAAAAADAk/X3xXaWo6wIE/w200-h129/Kano%2BTan%2527yu%2B1671%2Bmodified%2Bwith%2Bmoon.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 257px; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px;" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: 12.48px;">Kano Tan'yu 1671</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.48px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.48px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.48px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.48px;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #ffff99;">-</span></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-50436271103903551202024-02-20T00:00:00.000-08:002024-02-20T00:00:00.137-08:00Pisces<p> <span style="color: #ffff99;">-</span></p><div style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></div><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johfra_Bosschart"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295822162815918578" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SX6KMthIofI/AAAAAAAAB7M/A9UnjMday2s/w279-h400/Piscis-01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 350px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 244px;" width="279" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div><span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Piscis</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span><br />El par de peces nada<br />entre cristales de amatistas,<br />entre peñas de heliotropo —<br /> <span> </span>la luz de Júpiter les llega<br /> <span> <span> </span></span>como un reflejo en estaño;<br />Neptuno perezosamente los vigila.<br />Si vadeas en las aguas inconstantes,<br />los verás a tus pies<br />nadar como imágenes de sueños,<br /> <span> <span> </span></span>pacíficos,<br /> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">benévolos.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span> <span style="font-size: medium;"> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0LD3bGrtZ0yRSlgmNwH1aOYJ-bKU7yih7wpkIkZN8jncqmobVNv8Xbtnc-iDLjjf3pzl9oE47VHvfkmf1lL1fpTzb6Ij23Q0VM_p6HDoO_asw8Panx-RN6jJeRIbbZ268cAZdiSaeaMXq_Rrk43ZSeY4iaNJ1fdHpBc9WyCB4LOJP4wXZelc32tQb=s500" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0LD3bGrtZ0yRSlgmNwH1aOYJ-bKU7yih7wpkIkZN8jncqmobVNv8Xbtnc-iDLjjf3pzl9oE47VHvfkmf1lL1fpTzb6Ij23Q0VM_p6HDoO_asw8Panx-RN6jJeRIbbZ268cAZdiSaeaMXq_Rrk43ZSeY4iaNJ1fdHpBc9WyCB4LOJP4wXZelc32tQb=w154-h154" width="154" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span>Pisces</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />The pair of fish swim<br />among amethyst crystals,<br />among boulders of bloodstone —<br /> <span> </span>the light of Jupiter comes to them<br /><span style="color: #ffff99;">---<span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span>like reflections on tin;<br />Neptune lazily watches.<br />If you wade in the inconstant water,<br />you will see them at your feet<br />swimming like the images of dreams,<br /> <span> <span> </span></span>peaceful,<br /> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">kind.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183797690158781314" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/R_CMiMVnk4I/AAAAAAAAA1M/9y9W4uPE3f4/s200/50px-Pisces.svg.png" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 238); color: #0000ee; cursor: pointer; display: block; font-size: 20.799999px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline;" /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><u><br /></u></span></span></div><div style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="color: #ffff99; font-size: medium;">-</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffff99; font-size: medium;">-</span></div></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-15867939087881097582024-02-14T00:00:00.000-08:002024-02-14T00:00:00.130-08:00St. Valentine's Day<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span> <span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Fuego constante <br /><span> </span>o llamarada de petate</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;">En el corazón hay <br />fuegos constantes<br />y llamaradas de petate;<br />ambos calientan y alumbran <br />sea </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">por toda una vida</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><br />o sólo </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">por un instante</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span>© Rafael Jesús González 2024 </span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"> <br /><br /></span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE6vvIWJO6Y10hYWwL78Tt2FY0ompbuCCph933ah61y_T5KajuZeu_dbM5pM0oWlNzqD59Q9SDT1A3gQE_AVQ2TxvXGjlhqp7V-AiNQbwBVfCCEAuCszqCfuB7H5AofBkkF-gP8kaqgCLzm75GO10eqG5Mh_B3RuZodKctfopAMX1dTfc4TbtC_ChmGf0/s500/corazo%CC%81n%20llamarada%20de%20petate%20ejp.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="354" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE6vvIWJO6Y10hYWwL78Tt2FY0ompbuCCph933ah61y_T5KajuZeu_dbM5pM0oWlNzqD59Q9SDT1A3gQE_AVQ2TxvXGjlhqp7V-AiNQbwBVfCCEAuCszqCfuB7H5AofBkkF-gP8kaqgCLzm75GO10eqG5Mh_B3RuZodKctfopAMX1dTfc4TbtC_ChmGf0/s320/corazo%CC%81n%20llamarada%20de%20petate%20ejp.png" width="227" /></a></div><br /></div><br /></div><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>Constant or Flash Fire</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;">In the heart there are <br />constant fires<br />and flares; <br />both warm and light<br />be it </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">through a whole life</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><br />or but </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">for an instant</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span> <span> <span> </span> </span></span>© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-19377079474190360382024-02-13T00:00:00.000-08:002024-02-13T00:00:00.131-08:00Carnival - Mardi Gras<p> <span style="color: #fff2cc;">-</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Carnaval</span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br />Antigua fiesta pagana, griega, romana, la dionisíaca, las saturnales, las bacanales celebrando la igualdad entre los hombres, las mujeres, celebrando la embriaguez del estar vivos, el festejo del cuerpo y del alma.<br /><br />Ahora se le llama carnaval (carne vale) porque es despedida a la carne antes de que se le mortifique durante la cuaresma. Se celebra la carne, los apetitos del cuerpo, sensuales, libres de mandamientos y prohibiciones.<br /><br />Por eso el antifaz, la máscara que tras el anonimato da licencia para romper las reglas, por un momento vivir fantasías. Tras el antifaz, la máscara, una persona aun puede desnudarse y bailar por las calles. <span style="font-style: italic;">Persona</span>, del latín significando <span style="font-style: italic;">máscara</span>, especialmente cuando se lleva en la escena. Y ¿qué es la vida sino diversión de los dioses?<br /><br />Entonces quitémonos las máscaras del corazón y pongámonos máscaras sobre la cara si tal es preciso para ser libre, y en vez del rosario, digamos las cuentas de carnaval.</span><br /><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/S3X8Zk8pyBI/AAAAAAAACVE/NgGDlpy8WmA/s1600-h/gold+antifaz+copy.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437529641464743954" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/S3X8Zk8pyBI/AAAAAAAACVE/NgGDlpy8WmA/s200/gold+antifaz+copy.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 143px; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px;" /></a><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Carnival</span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br />Ancient, pagan, Greek, Roman feast, the Dionysia, the Saturnalia, the Bacchanalia celebrating the equality among men, women, celebrating the intoxication of being alive, the celebration of the body and the soul.<br /><br />Now it is called carnival (<span style="font-style: italic;">carne vale</span>), Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday), because it is the farewell to flesh before it is mortified during lent. Flesh is celebrated, the appetites of the body, sensual, free of commandments and prohibitions.<br /><br />Thus the mask which behind anonymity gives license to break the rules, live fantasies for a moment. Behind the mask a person may even undress and dance naked in the streets. <span style="font-style: italic;">Person</span> from the Latin meaning <span style="font-style: italic;">mask</span>, especially when worn on the stage. And what is life but the diversion of the gods?<br /><br /></span></p><div><span style="font-size: large;">Let us take the masks from the heart and put masks on the face if such is needed to be free, and instead of the rosary, let us say the carnival beads.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437537359258522930" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/S3YDaz-FFTI/AAAAAAAACVM/2T8mRSS7Y3c/s200/detail_543+copy.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 179px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">(Escrito hace ya tiempo cuando en esta temporada del año</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">las lluvias todavía llegaban a la Bahía de San Francisco.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ahora el día amanece como si fuera mayo.)</span></div><p><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span> <span> </span></span>Cuentas de carnaval<br /><br /><br />De las calles</span> <span>de Nueva Orleáns</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span> </span></span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span>2<span> </span></span></span><span>en pleno carnaval,<br />me llamaste;<br />tu voz un hilo</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span> </span></span><br /><span>de </span><span>cuentas lustrosas<br /><span> </span>verdes,</span><br /><span><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span>doradas,</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span> </span></span><br /><span><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span>púrpuras<br />me engalanó de encanto<br />y me hizo bailar el corazón.<br /><br />Sobre la Bahía</span> <span>de San Francisco<br />el cielo amanece</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span> </span></span><span>color de cenizas,<br />pero mañana en vez del rosario,<br />diré esas cuentas de carnaval.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span>© Rafael Jesús González 2024<span style="color: #fff2cc;">7</span><br /></span><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDbBdzjd0qo/WLU953rYDpI/AAAAAAAAGs8/6Et_fHiHh80i8gVAYcDkXw-IuidZ-KnPQCLcB/s1600/heart%2B%2526%2Bbeads%2B4%2Bisolated.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDbBdzjd0qo/WLU953rYDpI/AAAAAAAAGs8/6Et_fHiHh80i8gVAYcDkXw-IuidZ-KnPQCLcB/s320/heart%2B%2526%2Bbeads%2B4%2Bisolated.gif" width="172" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(Written some time ago when at this time of the year</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">rains still used to come to San Francisco Bay. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now the day dawns as if it were May.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span>Carnival Beads<br /><br /><br />From the streets of New Orleans</span><br /><span><span> </span>in full Mardi Gras,<br />you called;<br />your words, a string<br />of lustrous beads,<br /><span> </span>green,<br /><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span>gold,</span><br /><span><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span>purple<br />adorned me with joy<br />and made my heart dance.<br /><br />Over </span><span>San Francisco</span><span> Bay</span><span><br />the sky dawns</span><span color="rgb(255 , 255 , 204)"> </span><span>the color of ashes,<br />but tomorrow instead of the rosary,<br />I will say those carnival beads.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span>© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">7</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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display: block; height: 261px; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 12.48px;">Nine Dragons, Chen Rong, Sung Dynasty, 1244 </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Tanka for the Year of the Dragon<br /><br /><br />The sun's sky dragons,<br />the sea dragons of the moon<br />each grasps a fire-pearl,<br />for good fortune, too, is fierce,<br />to be welcomed with courage.</span></span><span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"> <span> </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span><br /></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mK9NqTD-y4w/TydAOrYMKQI/AAAAAAAADDA/4kAnTO4Lm7g/s1600/chinese%2Bdragon%2Bchr.cropped%2Bcopy.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703598073994553602" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mK9NqTD-y4w/TydAOrYMKQI/AAAAAAAADDA/4kAnTO4Lm7g/s200/chinese%2Bdragon%2Bchr.cropped%2Bcopy.gif" style="cursor: pointer; 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display: block; height: 218px; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 12.48px;">Nine Dragons, Chen Rong, Sung Dynasty, 1244<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffff99;">--</span><br /><span style="color: #ffff99;">-</span></span></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-1903148626562968232024-01-31T00:00:00.000-08:002024-01-31T00:00:00.141-08:00Love Poems to the Earth, A Valentine's Day reading<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://www.soulbone.org/spring-2024" target="_blank">SOUL BONE℠ LITERARY FESTIVAL SPRING 2024</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="moz-forward-container"><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Love Poems to the Earth</b></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On the Feast of St. Valentine, a group of poets will share their love poems to the Earth, the Great Mother, Madre Tierra, Tonantzin, Pachamama, life-giver and standard of all beauty, whom we have treated with such unkindness and abuse that in her high fever the glaciers melt, land goes dry, forests burn; and in her delirium, storms rage and rivers flood. Everyone is welcome and there will be time for questions and answers. We pray that we be ignited with the fierce love it will take for us to heal ourselves and our Mother.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">A St. Valentine’s Day Reading</span></b></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">with</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rafael Jesús González, Naomi Quiñónez,</span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></b><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Arnoldo García, Mary Mackey, Nynke Passi</span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wednesday, February 14, 2024</span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">7:30 – 9:30 PM CT</span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">(5:30 – 7:30 PM PT)</span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2f5597;"><span style="color: #2f5597;"><a href="https://www.eventbrite.com/e/801764287567?aff=oddtdtcreator" moz-do-not-send="true" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Free Eventbrite registration here</span></a></span><br /></span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2f5597; 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font-size: 20pt;"> </span></b></p></div></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-61950840458898821272024-01-25T09:54:00.000-08:002024-01-29T13:13:55.622-08:00full moon: Moon Over Gaza<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>Luna sobre Gaza</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;">La luna sobre Gaza,</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">su luz sanadora</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">velada por el humo,</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">es como luna de sangre</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">teñida por la sangre</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">del niño muerto</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">en los brazos de su madre,</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">la madre muriendo</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">al llanto de su niña,</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">el padre muerto</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">en montón de escombros,</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">los sufriendo y muriendo</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">de heridas y de hambre.</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">En guerra son siempre</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">los inocentes que más pagan</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">— ¿jamás aprenderemos,</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">oh hijos de Abraham?</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">Madrina luna sigue mirando</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">de río a mar.</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> </span></span>Moon Over Gaza</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;">The moon over Gaza,</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">her healing light</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">veiled by the smoke,</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">is like a blood moon</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">stained with the blood</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">of the innocent —</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">the child dead</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">in his mother’s arms,</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">the mother dying</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">to her daughter’s wails,</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">the father dead</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">in a pile of rubble,</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">the suffering and dying</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">of wounds and of hunger.</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">In war it is always</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">the innocent who pay most</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">— will we never learn,</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">oh children of Abraham?</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">Godmother moon looks on</span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">from river to sea.</span></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span>© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRku6w27kSHRaaMFGqE8aPSZnwjPkwxPYNvH5zqGhrxh1RphaQAcaTJ7w-s3lt5aSUcDE8KAer3mWhAjdBCtiXRGSHTqW0NbNH9IZJeuehpBpm8ZJZrl4vxQpG0F8U2mOsbBdDZAcZ-XTMkThfhYmWx6Qg1KM5b9nj7GOE7732ubRWQf98gXguhCLovgg/s225/moon%20in%20smoke%20Gaza.png" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: -webkit-standard; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="208" data-original-width="225" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRku6w27kSHRaaMFGqE8aPSZnwjPkwxPYNvH5zqGhrxh1RphaQAcaTJ7w-s3lt5aSUcDE8KAer3mWhAjdBCtiXRGSHTqW0NbNH9IZJeuehpBpm8ZJZrl4vxQpG0F8U2mOsbBdDZAcZ-XTMkThfhYmWx6Qg1KM5b9nj7GOE7732ubRWQf98gXguhCLovgg/w154-h142/moon%20in%20smoke%20Gaza.png" width="154" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><br /></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-43378353392525937752024-01-21T00:00:00.000-08:002024-01-21T00:00:00.129-08:00Aquarius<p> </p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johfra_Bosschart"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296970553189916738" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SYKep1CW4EI/AAAAAAAAB9M/UrUMJCVqYWI/w277-h400/Aquarius-01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 350px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 242px;" width="277" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;">Acuario</span><br /><br /> <br /><br /><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;">A Acuario,<br /><span> </span>el airoso,<br /><span> <span> </span></span>fijo en su servicio,<br />lo vigila Urano desde lejos;<br />Saturno le pesa como plomo<br />y su luz como granate ardiente<br />destella en el cántaro de amatista<br />que carga Acuario,<br /><span> </span>sus tobillos, sus pantorrillas<br /><span> </span>bañados en el aire fijo<br /><span> </span>de sus ideales luminosos.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffff99;"> </span></span><br /><br /><span><span> <span style="font-size: medium;"> © Rafael Jesús González 2024</span></span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKYd3I8yWc4j3JXM2H7DTd5Shx9Jr1oi7U2iBma1EdPTfyHDxE-ZBchmJDtpn3WmJzWHkZFJISYv7Nz-gxsuK295WLsyvot3k_MaSIAScI89ksEU5KjIc8-LGgdmsCwLKNCfVIF4d0Y0TGBmi9PMf40kpLZ0JuJkAvkfr40nMaFB_gRkoSmtFJXOa/s576/11%20Aquarius-2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="562" data-original-width="576" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKYd3I8yWc4j3JXM2H7DTd5Shx9Jr1oi7U2iBma1EdPTfyHDxE-ZBchmJDtpn3WmJzWHkZFJISYv7Nz-gxsuK295WLsyvot3k_MaSIAScI89ksEU5KjIc8-LGgdmsCwLKNCfVIF4d0Y0TGBmi9PMf40kpLZ0JuJkAvkfr40nMaFB_gRkoSmtFJXOa/w164-h160/11%20Aquarius-2.png" width="164" /></a></div><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><br /><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;">Aquarius</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><br /> <br /><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;">Aquarius,<br /><span> </span>the graceful,<br /><span> <span> </span></span>at ease in his service,<br />is watched by Uranus from afar;<br />Saturn weighs on him like lead<br />& its light like a burning garnet<br />bounces sparks on the amethyst jar<br />that Aquarius carries,<br /><span> </span>his ankles, his calves<br /><span> </span>bathed in the fixed air<br /><span> </span>of his luminous ideals.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><span style="color: #ffff99;"> </span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span><span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183797410985907058" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/R_CMR8Vnk3I/AAAAAAAAA1E/4hhgzReVzhM/s200/50px-Aquarius.svg.png" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 238); color: #0000ee; cursor: pointer; display: block; font-size: 20.799999px; height: 34px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline; width: 50px;" /><span style="color: #ffff99; font-size: 20.799999px;">-</span><br /><span style="color: #ffff99; font-size: 20.799999px;">--</span><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ffff99;">--</span></div></div></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-91322921438967660572024-01-15T00:00:00.000-08:002024-01-15T00:00:00.148-08:00Martin Luther King Jr. (January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)<p> <span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">As we honor Martin Luther King Jr., let us be wary of putting him on a pedestal and not commit ourselves to the path he set for us. Indeed, we must be wary of putting on a futile pedestal the Master, Yeshua (Jesus) of Nazareth, whose teaching he followed in his Theology of Liberation and quest of justice rooted in compassion. <br /> <br />We live dire times in which not only democracy but the very concept of truth is in peril. We must not underestimate the forces of fascism that threaten us. The very Earth responds violently to the damages wrought upon her by war and predatory economics (capitalism) and their technology that threaten life itself. <br /> <br />Love is an active verb and sterile sentimentality does not serve us well. What is demanded of us is a fierce love and a fierce healing that require courageous, unrelenting action. Only thus can we truly honor Martin Luther King Jr. and the many teachers of justice and compassion that came before him and opened the path he followed and that we must take.<br /> <br />On the 50th anniversary of his murder, I wrote: <br /> <br /><br /> </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">Threnody, Hymn, or Rallying Song?</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> For Martin Luther King Jr. </span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> on the 50th anniversary of his murder</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">I have mined the great one's words <br />for his brightest gems of wisdom <br />to mark the fifty years since his murder.<br />Was it their brilliance that blinded me with tears? <br />Or was it that memory of half a century ago <br />that truly made of April a cruel month? <br />When such a voice for justice is silenced<br />the whole world suffers a great wound<br />& truth itself must wear the veils of mourning. <br />Doubly painful this day is that fools & liars<br />sit upon the chairs of power & govern us <br />in a democracy grown rotten, <br />bitten as it was from its beginnings<br />by the worm of slavery & conquest, <br />justice but a word frayed, chewed <br />by dogs of greed, hypocrites & knaves.<br />Should we mark this day with a threnody, <br />or with a hymn, or with a rallying song <br />to bring us to the streets clamoring <br />for the justice & peace of which he spoke <br />to come rolling down like water <br />in a mighty stream? Such is our choice, <br />but as for me, I am here to sing the rallying song.</span><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> © Rafael Jesús González 2018</span><br /><br /><br /></span><p></p><div align="center"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpj2q0Ug_Llb619O8lZg6qXeB5ozp3G84ZJMV2bFtc1yR0VBre6WZ3iTgigBLQK8RD4kleX9U7WZM0PgxVJ4F5-RqYEu4s6KYH_HLqiMnOUOXmzdOSp6vlEzz9LgJc51FkK-iwh6Ob4JGumYwLGRkoeXK9J_4pfdfPnuHV3dvN4I2i9AZi4itLNhBi9Hk/s500/MLK-TomorrowIsToday%20500.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="289" data-original-width="500" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpj2q0Ug_Llb619O8lZg6qXeB5ozp3G84ZJMV2bFtc1yR0VBre6WZ3iTgigBLQK8RD4kleX9U7WZM0PgxVJ4F5-RqYEu4s6KYH_HLqiMnOUOXmzdOSp6vlEzz9LgJc51FkK-iwh6Ob4JGumYwLGRkoeXK9J_4pfdfPnuHV3dvN4I2i9AZi4itLNhBi9Hk/w400-h231/MLK-TomorrowIsToday%20500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">A la vez que honramos a Martin Luther King Jr., tengamos cuidado de no ponerlo en un pedestal y no comprometernos</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"> al camino que nos ha trazado. De hecho, debemos tener cuidado de no poner en un pedestal inútil al Maestro, Yeshua (Jesús) de Nazaret, cuya enseñanza siguió en su Teología de la liberación y la búsqueda de la justicia arraigada en la compasión.<br /> <br />Vivimos tiempos terribles en los que no sólo la democracia sino el mero concepto de la verdad está en peligro. No debemos menos-calcular las fuerzas del fascismo que nos amenazan. La Tierra misma responde violentamente a los daños que le causan la guerra y una economía rapaz (el capitalismo) y su tecnología que amenazan la vida misma. <br /> <br />El amor es un verbo activo y el sentimentalismo estéril no nos sirve de nada. Lo que se exige de nosotros es un amor feroz y un sanar feroz que requiren acción valiente y firme. Solo así podemos honrar verdaderamente a Martin Luther King Jr. y a los muchos maestros de la justicia y compasión que vinieron antes y abrieron el camino que él siguió y que debemos tomar.<br /> <br />En el 50 aniversario de su asesinato escribí:<br /><br /><br /> </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">¿Lamento, himno, o canto a la acción?</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> para Martin Luther King Jr. </span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> en el 50 aniversario de su asesinato.</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">He minado las palabras del grande <br />por la más brillantes joyas de su saber <br />para marcar los cincuenta años de su asesinato.<br />¿Sería su brillantez que me cegó con lágrimas? <br />¿O sería la memoria hace medio siglo <br />que verdaderamente hizo de abril un mes amargo?<br />Cuando se silencia tal voz por la justicia<br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">todo el mundo sufre una gran herida<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">y la verdad misma debe vestir velos de luto. <br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lo doble penoso este día es que imbéciles </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>y embusteros<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">ocupan las sillas del poder y nos gobiernan </span></span></div><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">en una democracia hecha podrida <br />mordida como la fue desde sus principios <br />por el gusano de la esclavitud y la conquista, <br />la justicia solamente una palabra deshilada, mascada<br />por los perros de la codicia, hipócritas y canallas.<br />¿Debemos marcar este día con un lamento <br />o con un himno, o con un canto a la acción<br />para sacarnos a las calles clamando<br />por la justicia y la paz de las cuales habló <br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">que vengan rodando como agua </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">en poderosa corriente? Tales son nuestras opciones,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">pero en cuanto a mí, vengo a cantar el canto</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span> a la acción.</span> </span></span></div><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> © Rafael Jesús González 2018</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">To know the systemic ills of settler-conquest and its economics, we need not go to the beginnings of the nation, but to modern history (shortly after the United States had taken the greater part of Mexico's territory.) The indispensable book to understand this history and how it has brought us to a disastrous 21st century is: </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /><br /></i></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Palo Alto: a History of California, </i></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Capitalism, and the World</i> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">by Malcolm Harris <br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBL52SrDAjzw77COO0q5zKK_humokEubXz_mqs7Pzx-E97e5YIGi3_lWX7TBQhQ1wGiws3N5zO6J5VuceOE4kr4pSBVxopl6zCcUwxRSvv3rXK14BFTqwgjShQRsOWxSO8LKCf5-mGtSNyJto4ey_1HPQwYVoDCj4y45JdyUPABbEC49sG7Xa-UQhj2k/s500/Palo%20Alto%202024%20despierta%20awake.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="408" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBL52SrDAjzw77COO0q5zKK_humokEubXz_mqs7Pzx-E97e5YIGi3_lWX7TBQhQ1wGiws3N5zO6J5VuceOE4kr4pSBVxopl6zCcUwxRSvv3rXK14BFTqwgjShQRsOWxSO8LKCf5-mGtSNyJto4ey_1HPQwYVoDCj4y45JdyUPABbEC49sG7Xa-UQhj2k/s320/Palo%20Alto%202024%20despierta%20awake.png" width="261" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;">We must elect Pres. Joe Biden and Democrats (the Republican party is without a doubt fascistic.) <br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: large;">And we must elect Barbara Lee to the U.S. Senate, courageous and unwavering speaker of truth to power and proponent of justice.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /> </span> <span style="font-size: medium;">She was the only person in Congress to vote against the 60-word resolution that gave President George W. Bush nearly unlimited war powers in the days following 9/11, 2001.<br /><br /> She has been an unwavering leader in the fight to make the rich pay their fair share – and has introduced legislation with Sen. Bernie Sanders to tax Wall Street.<br /><br /> She has played a key role in passing the expanded Child Tax Credit – which reduced child poverty by 46%.<br /><br /> She has spent years fighting for Medicare for All, the Green New Deal, debt-free college, the expansion of critical safety net programs and ending the racist war on drugs – and have served on several committees to work toward these goals.<br /><br /> As Co-Chair of the Defense Spending Reduction Caucus, she reintroduced the People Over Pentagon Act to cut the Defense budget and reallocate the funds to the American people's most urgent needs.<br /><br /> She has called for a ceasefire in Gaza.<br /></span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">And much more.</span></div></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://barbaraleeforca.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="661" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIntOmxw5kLvt2NTJI9GbJmhI9df-wlV_0TEMF9I-X3SuOEbiNFLOXDyJpKBnm9TpISzl1oiEobom0I0qmTeqc6Nu8Cj46SkEivuyCbt-VDL8YB_S5so65Mc1v75FIpn4lzKsqsZLQV4GSEfQCiZQWt-verOFF0RsT5oJpf32P8dNut8Ynz8wLwIWx910/w303-h400/Barbara%20Lee%20I%20need%20your%20help.png" width="303" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://barbaraleeforca.com/" moz-do-not-send="true" style="text-align: left;" target="_blank">to support her campaign please click on image</a></div></div></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><p><a href="https://barbaraleeforca.com/" target="_blank">para apoyar su campaña por favor haga clic en la imagen</a></p><p><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">Tenemos que elegir al Pres. Joe Biden y demócratas (el partido Republicano es sin duda fascista.) </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">Y debemos elegir a Barbara Lee para el </span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">Senado de los Estados Unidos, valiente y firme portavoz de la verdad al poder y defensora de la justicia.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">Fue la única persona en el Congreso que votó en contra de la resolución de 60 palabras que otorgó al presidente George W. Bush poderes de guerra casi ilimitados en los días depués del 11 de septiembre 2001.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">Ha sido una líder firme en la lucha para que los ricos paguen su parte justa y ha presentado legislación junto con el senador Bernie Sanders para imponerle impuestos a Wall Street.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">Ha desempeñado un papel clave en la aprobación del Child Tax Credit ampliado que redujo la pobreza infantil en un 46%.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">Ha pasado años luchando por Medicare para todos, el Green New Deal, una universidad libre de deudas, la expansión de programas críticos de redes de seguridad y el fin de la guerra racista contra las drogas, y ha formado parte de varios comités para trabajar hacia esas metas.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">Como copresidenta del Caucus de Reducción del Gasto en Defensa, reintrodujo la ley La Gente Sober el Pentágono para recortar el presupuesto de Defensa y reasignar los fondos a las necesidades más urgentes del pueblo.<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">Ha pedido un alto el fuego en Gaza. <br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">Y much más.</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://thekingcenter.org/about-tkc/the-king-philosophy/#:~:text=In%20the%20Beloved%20Community%2C%20poverty,spirit%20of%20sisterhood%20and%20brotherhood." style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="302" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_bEdQ0ZpwI-DuvQhqoT0YlzEVWMXlsU8CvZTEUVGYMWSgYwrHVdkrCpD0AB_Qx6h4H-E-JyejzHhcAnRrqE99-lhMGdE6_aEloK9inn_jLnVBrqPjjpk9NdVk7VrpzRutqRNcnV3gKdkKOgnlELQPUmwAl2YYmNRIe2nXhQYz7JGJGHV1Vfo2j4wpCoE/s320/beloved%20amada%20comunity%20is,make,es,hace%20reviolucion%20350.png" width="276" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: large; text-align: left;"> -</span></div><p></p></div></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-14234903833531285102024-01-06T00:00:00.000-08:002024-01-06T00:00:00.241-08:00Epiphany - 12th Day of Christmas<p> </p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span lang="ES" style="color: #202124;"><span lang="ES" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black;">Dice la leyenda que sabios de países lejanos del oriente guiados por una estrella vinieron con preciosos obsequios a rendirle homenaje a un judío recién nacido que se llamaría Yeshua (Jesús en griego.) Fue grande maestro, tan grande que muchos lo toman por Dios encarnado. Enseño amar — la justicia arraigada en la compasión, la paz. No llegó a buen fin pero el culto que sus discípulos formaron se extiende por el mundo entero. Sus enseñanzas se violan </span></span></span>(demasiadas veces en su nombre de él) <span style="font-family: Palatino;">más que se siguen y la revolución que intentó queda por hacerse. Nos toca a nosotros hacerla.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span lang="ES" style="color: #202124; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 36); color: #202124; font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://rjgonzalezg.blogspot.com/2023/01/epifania-noche-de-reyes.html" target="_blank">Esta fiesta</a>, siempre alegre, está oscurecida este día por el recuerdo del intento de golpe neofascista en el Congreso de los Estados Unidos en Epifanía, Día de Reyes, 6 de enero 2021 instigado por un presidente fascista. La pandemia, el clima cada vez más extremo de una Tierra febril, un neofascismo virulento en el mundo, genocidio en Gaza hace imperativo que hagamos nuestra revolución de la justicia arraigada en la compasión que Yeshua de Nazareth enseño. Nuestra única esperanza es que prevalezca el amor — a la vida, a la Tierra, a los unos a los otros. Amén.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKVEPhT4GmBY1E6HAcL-LE7p4OK-r7AAN8E8lnFuPy0dr5X-I0PYCvPDpHXEOqYAftKVQCld6ymj821aS_N3TkhJh9Bk86dfi6JGVDtZmZTzoa80LvGFPU6N_RjcIn4dBiG3KftbF4ewHC0zPFMskIUJD-4ed2ORv_ak_7Q-Zlp_ZREcBkXvXrPNof=s350" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="295" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKVEPhT4GmBY1E6HAcL-LE7p4OK-r7AAN8E8lnFuPy0dr5X-I0PYCvPDpHXEOqYAftKVQCld6ymj821aS_N3TkhJh9Bk86dfi6JGVDtZmZTzoa80LvGFPU6N_RjcIn4dBiG3KftbF4ewHC0zPFMskIUJD-4ed2ORv_ak_7Q-Zlp_ZREcBkXvXrPNof=w139-h165" width="139" /></span></a></div><div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">Legend has it that wise men from far eastern countries guided by a star came with precious gifts to pay homage to a newborn jew who would be called Yeshua (Jesus in Greek). He was a great teacher, so great that many take him for God incarnate. He taught to love — justice rooted in compassion, peace. He did not come to a good end but the cult that his disciples formed spreads throughout the world. His teachings are violated </span></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">(all too often in his name)</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">more than they are followed and the revolution he intended remains to be done. It is up to us to make it.</span> </span></p><div><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://rjgonzalez.blogspot.com/2023/01/epiphany-12th-night.html" target="_blank">This feast-day</a>, always joyous, is today darkened by the memory of the attempted neo-fascistic coup on the Congress of the United States on Epiphany, last day of Christmas, January 6, 2021. The pandemic, the ever more extreme weather of a fevered Earth, a virulent neo-fascism in the world, genocide in Gaza makes it imperative that we make our revolution of justice rooted in compassion taught by Yeshua of Nazareth. Our only hope is that love prevail — of life, of the Earth, of each other. Amen.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Manifestación</span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Nos sorprendió el lugar </span><br /><span>al que nos llevó la estrella</span><br /><span>tan poco digno del nacer de un rey</span><br /><span>pero nuestros cálculos no dejaban duda —</span><br /><span>un establo oliente a paja y estiércol </span><br /><span>habitado por un buey y un burro,</span><br /><span>ocasionado por corderos y cabritas.</span><br /></span></p><div><span style="font-size: large;">El niño como todo recién nacido<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">nada tenía que lo distinguiera.<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">La mujercita como toda buena madre <br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">dulce y tierna, el hombre ya no joven <br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">mostraba ternura y solicitud.<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Estaban aun más sorprendidos y perplejos<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">por nuestra visita que nosotros por estar allí.<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Le dejamos los obsequios que de tan lejos<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">le traíamos: el cofrecito de oro cincelado<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">con leones y soles, la caja de marfil llena<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">de incienso, la urna de ébano llena de mirra<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">y partimos en silencio, una luna </span><span style="font-size: large;">brillante </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">lo bastante para opacar la estrella</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">y doce tambores retumbando del palacio real. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Al fin el más joven de nosotros murmuró <br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>— Tal vez traiga revolución.— <br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Los otros dos guardamos en silencio <br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">la esperanza que su decir despertó.</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epiphany_(holiday)" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PsHQZYYXbkI/X_OvN6aMIEI/AAAAAAAAI_I/G9PmeV2Tykk5OY7f1EiuZhRJkxtZrdGRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s888/Magos%2Bstar%2BEJP.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="888" data-original-width="688" height="431" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PsHQZYYXbkI/X_OvN6aMIEI/AAAAAAAAI_I/G9PmeV2Tykk5OY7f1EiuZhRJkxtZrdGRQCLcBGAsYHQ/w334-h431/Magos%2Bstar%2BEJP.png" width="334" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Manifestation</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">We were surprised by the place</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">to which the star brought us</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">so little worthy of a king's birth,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">but our calculations left no doubt —</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">a stable redolent of hay and dung</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">inhabited by an ox and an ass, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">occasioned by lambs and kids. </span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><div><span style="font-size: large;">The child like all new born<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">had nothing to distinguish him.<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">The little woman, like all good mother<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">sweet and tender, the man no longer young<br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">showed tenderness and solicitude.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span>They were even more surprised and perplexed</span><br /><span>by our visit than we for being there. </span><br /><span>We left the gifts we had brought from so far:</span><br /><span>the little gold coffer chased</span><br /><span>with lions and suns, the ivory box filled</span><br /><span>with incense; the ebony urn filled with myrrh, </span><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: large;">and we left in silence, a moon bright</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">enough to dim the star</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">and twelve drums rumbling from the royal palace.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Finally the youngest of us murmured,</span><br /><span><span> <span> </span></span>"Perhaps he brings revolution."</span><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">The other two kept in silence </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span>the hope his saying awoke.</span></span><p></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epiphany_(holiday)" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="488" height="139" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y29454vKYSQ/XhA2q8KfUAI/AAAAAAAAIPg/dZcA6n6JcQIGlW_QITLUgmgahnlGXRvmACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/ox-sitting-and-donkey-standing-10-cm-nativity-original-comet-in-painted-val-gardena-wood-1.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">- </span> </span></span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-size: large;">-</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">-</span></span></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-47581507548491667202024-01-05T17:00:00.000-08:002024-01-05T17:00:00.131-08:00Eve of the Epiphany — 12th Night (history of the feast day)<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><span style="color: #fff2cc;">-</span></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt;">Allelúia, allelúia —</span></div><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Vídimus stellam ejus in Oriénte,</span></div></span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">et vénimus cum munéribus</span></div></span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">adorare Dóminum.</span></div></span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> Allelúia</span></div></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70u7vA_I6DtQ0M1mHKjzb4yDqGYanRMeQKCv7qJY0A89HNL9n8JkDbFCBkaYSwASy1-gZzJbTUgaCztC0zyBH2pp-TMxseNVcuwdjT4mbwc-mv6Z_9eiAOTUE-KIn1mLmvT4Rw2ZHayHuvWc2vengscNSTrweqi0p71SiVmwfATzS8w4QSot0D-bf1X0/s857/SW_C_Christmas_star%20UJP%20copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="857" data-original-width="584" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70u7vA_I6DtQ0M1mHKjzb4yDqGYanRMeQKCv7qJY0A89HNL9n8JkDbFCBkaYSwASy1-gZzJbTUgaCztC0zyBH2pp-TMxseNVcuwdjT4mbwc-mv6Z_9eiAOTUE-KIn1mLmvT4Rw2ZHayHuvWc2vengscNSTrweqi0p71SiVmwfATzS8w4QSot0D-bf1X0/w128-h188/SW_C_Christmas_star%20UJP%20copy.png" width="128" /></a></div><br /></div></div></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La Fiesta de la Epifanía, la Fiesta de la Luces, Día de Reyes (6 de enero de nuestro calendario común) tiene sus orígenes más antiguos en una fiesta egipcia de la bajada del Nilo del cielo (llamada Chabas en el calendario copto); en este día las aguas fueron bendecidas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Aristides Rhetor (c. 160) escribe que en este día, en pleno invierno, las aguas del Nilo estaban en su punto más puro y se decía que permanecían frescas sin importar cuánto tiempo estuvieran almacenadas. A la medianoche del 5 de enero y durante el día 6 de enero se recogía el agua. Las galeras se llevaban enormes jarras, ánforas, para transportarlas a Italia y otros lugares para usarlas en libaciones en los templos de Isis durante todo el año. Se dijo que en esta noche y día en muchos lugares (come Cibira en Caria y Gerasa en Arabia) los manantiales y los ríos se convertían en vino.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Epifanio (c. 370) relata que en Alejandría el 5 de enero los devotos se reunían en el Templo de la Doncella (Kore) y cantaban himnos hasta el amanecer e iban con antorchas a su santuario subterráneo y traían la imagen de la diosa, sentada desnuda, con cruces marcadas en su frente, manos y rodillas. Con himnos y bailes, fue llevada siete veces alrededor del santuario antes de ser devuelta a su morada abajo. Los devotos dijeron que en este día ella dio a luz a <a href="https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eón" style="color: #954f72;" target="_blank">Eón</a> (Ser Eterno.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">El 6 de enero es mencionado por primera vez por Clemente de Alejandría como una fiesta cristiana alrededor de 194; llegó a establecerse como el día del nacimiento de Cristo mucho antes de que se cambiara al 25 de diciembre (336) bajo Constantino para coincidir con las <a href="https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturnales" style="color: #954f72;" target="_blank">Saturnales</a> y fiesta del nacimiento del dios <a href="https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mitraísmo" target="_blank">Mitra</a>, celebraciones romanas del solsticio de invierno.) El 6 de enero se anunciaba la fecha de la próxima Semana Santa. Todavía en 386, la Epifanía y la Pascua eran las principales fiestas cristianas. Eventualmente, la fiesta establecida originalmente para celebrar el nacimiento de Cristo, el bautismo de Jesús y el milagro de Caná (el primer milagro del Nazareno en el que convierte el agua al vino) se estableció para conmemorar la venida de los Magos a Belén.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Que nos unamos a las filas de los sabios en la realización de la luz.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rafael Jesús González<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(basado en <a href="https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/1911_Encyclopædia_Britannica/Epiphany,_Feast_of" target="_blank">el artículo</a> de la Enciclolpedia Británica, </span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="y2iqfc"><span style="color: #202124;">11.ª edición)</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div><div><pre style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt;"> </span></p></pre><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbjdz7W_rVkdcRo62NdpzhI1gN0WZ3z90gjMd02TW5OA_1ZYK4HS2UH9RPokfu_3AoAcmysX-aK1s1BvZ13CdmQ2EgIGAVhExBWSYreolJ7WK2AYbQqvcFvmWyBmy4jWt3I4uYP8i6yg5-DV9Spm5Bpn4HCOgXf1v3p_qAm7wwAhKrnygY_g7I49us/s467/c.%E2%80%89%20565,%20Basilica%20of%20Sant'Apollinare%20Nuovo,%20Ravenna.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="467" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbjdz7W_rVkdcRo62NdpzhI1gN0WZ3z90gjMd02TW5OA_1ZYK4HS2UH9RPokfu_3AoAcmysX-aK1s1BvZ13CdmQ2EgIGAVhExBWSYreolJ7WK2AYbQqvcFvmWyBmy4jWt3I4uYP8i6yg5-DV9Spm5Bpn4HCOgXf1v3p_qAm7wwAhKrnygY_g7I49us/w400-h291/c.%E2%80%89%20565,%20Basilica%20of%20Sant'Apollinare%20Nuovo,%20Ravenna.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">c. 565, Basilica of Sant'Apollinare Nuovo, Ravenna</div><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt;"> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Feast of the Epiphany, the Feast of Lights, 12th Day (January 6 of our common calendar), has its most ancient origins probably in an Egyptian feast of the descent of the Nile from heaven (called Chabas in the Coptic calendar); on this day the waters were blessed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Aristides Rhetor (c. 160) writes that on this day at the height of winter, the waters of the Nile were at their purest and said to remain fresh no matter how long they were stored. At midnight on January 5 and during the day of January 6, the water was gathered. Galleys took huge jars, amphorae, to transport to Italy and elsewhere to be used for libations in the temples of Isis throughout the year. It was said that on this night and day in many places (such as at Cibyra in Caria and Gerasa in Arabia) springs and rivers turned into wine.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Epiphanius (c. 370 ) relates that in Alexandria on January 5 or 6<sup> </sup>votaries met in the Temple of the Maiden (Kore) and sang hymns until dawn and went with torches to her shrine underground and brought up the image of the goddess, seated naked, with crosses marked on her brow, hand, and knees. With hymns and dances she was carried seven times around the shrine before being restored to her dwelling-place below. The votaries said that on this day she gave birth to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aeon" style="color: #954f72;" target="_blank">Aeon</a> (Eternal Being.) <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in 0in 0in -4.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">January 6 is first mentioned by Clement of Alexandria as a Christian feast circa 194; it came to be set as the day of the birth of Christ long before it was changed to December 25 (336 AD under Constantine to coincide with the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturnalia" style="color: #954f72;" target="_blank">Saturnalia</a> and feast of the birth of the god <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mithraism" target="_blank">Mithras</a>, Roman celebrations of the Winter Solstice.) On January 6 was announced the date of the forthcoming Easter. As late as 386 Epiphany and Easter were the chief Christian feasts. Eventually the feast originally set to celebrate the birth of Christ, the baptism of Jesus, and the miracle of Cana (the Nazarene’s first miracle in which he turns water into wine,) was set to commemorate the coming of the Magi, the Wise Men, to Bethlehem. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">May we join the ranks of the wise in realization of the light.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rafael Jesús González<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(based on <a href="https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/1911_Encyclop%C3%A6dia_Britannica/Epiphany,_Feast_of" style="color: #954f72;" target="_blank">the article</a> in the Encyclopedia Britannica 11<sup>th</sup> Edition)</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; 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margin: 0in; text-align: center;">Mexico, 19 cent.</p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "New York", serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;">-</p></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-85748545589362651022024-01-01T00:00:00.000-08:002024-01-01T00:00:00.147-08:00New Year 2024<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p style="caret-color: rgb(41, 48, 59); color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 0.6em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span>El año viejo se va, nos llega el nuevo; sería bien invocar a los espíritus de los buenos comienzos para que quiten </span></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">para el bien de la vida </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">los muchos y grandes obstáculos a la justicia, la paz, el sanar de la Tierra, la democracia.</span></span></p><div style="caret-color: rgb(41, 48, 59); color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif;"><p style="line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 0.6em; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Recibamos bien al año nuevo con esperanza y un firme empeño en no sólo resistir las fuerzas de la codicia y el hambre del poder sino con el amor transformar nuestro mundo para que nos dé para nuestras necesidades en armonía con una Tierra sana. Seamos nuestra <a href="https://thekingcenter-org.translate.goog/about-tkc/the-king-philosophy/?_x_tr_sl=en&_x_tr_tl=es&_x_tr_hl=es&_x_tr_pto=rq#:~:text=methods%20of%20nonviolence.-,Dr.,decency%20will%20not%20allow%20it." target="_blank">Comunidad Amada</a> y hagamos nuestra revolución de amor, justicia, compasión, paz.</span></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhq73PuaeURI0E2v_CCRG4DMiLOPk6IZigTMnM2h1m26iEkPk48q4XXg9FPRwEQpvJ3_8VGaYp8QJCBq46yVETXx1r7gUjrheoDHuIvVQxmfsT4sQGEHqWN8U04dlNlMiuLnqh1gtVDV15HVkfzkvZ6uv8K39h8v8-eB_eaYkXf3wWTqUgMbMxhdXI_ts/s500/2024-logo-text-design-vector-47562817.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="172" data-original-width="500" height="69" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhq73PuaeURI0E2v_CCRG4DMiLOPk6IZigTMnM2h1m26iEkPk48q4XXg9FPRwEQpvJ3_8VGaYp8QJCBq46yVETXx1r7gUjrheoDHuIvVQxmfsT4sQGEHqWN8U04dlNlMiuLnqh1gtVDV15HVkfzkvZ6uv8K39h8v8-eB_eaYkXf3wWTqUgMbMxhdXI_ts/w200-h69/2024-logo-text-design-vector-47562817.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span>The old year goes; the new one comes: it would be well to invoke the spirits of good beginnings to remove</span></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"> for the sake of life </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">the many and great obstacles to justice, to peace, to healing of the Earth, to democracy.</span></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(41, 48, 59); color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Let us welcome the new year with hope and a firm resolve to not only resist the forces of greed and lust for power, but with love, to transform our world so that it may meet our needs in harmony with a healthy Earth. Let us be our <a href=" https://thekingcenter.org/about-tkc/the-king-philosophy/#:~:text=In%20the%20Beloved%20Community%2C%20poverty,spirit%20of%20sisterhood%20and%20brotherhood." target="_blank">Beloved Community</a> and make our revolution of love, justice, compassion, peace.</span></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(41, 48, 59); color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wluaFonEzTc/VJHsFQHpAqI/AAAAAAAAFL4/qxOJ01fKl80/s1600/om-01%2Bcopy.gif" style="color: #956839; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="92" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wluaFonEzTc/VJHsFQHpAqI/AAAAAAAAFL4/qxOJ01fKl80/w200-h92/om-01%2Bcopy.gif" style="border: 0px;" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Invocación a Ganesh</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Om Shri Ganeshaaya Namah</span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Sentado en el centro<br />(rodeado de calaveras)<br />donde el lazo de los años se anuda,<br />goloso señor cabeza de elefante,<br />levántate y baila la cuenta nueva;<br />con tu hacha derrumba<br />los obstáculos<br />a nuestro vivir,<br />pisotea los obstáculos<br />a nuestro amar,<br />y haz dulce el camino nuevo.<br />Que tus familiares<br />el ratón y la rata roen<br />al almacén de las bendiciones;<br />que tu serpiente hable.<br />Con tu colmillo<br />en el libro de lo que fue<br />escribe lo que pueda ser<br />y de tu caracol sopla<br />el sonido primordial de lo que es.</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2024</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xzYNKxJQL2c/VJHqW5zseqI/AAAAAAAAFLg/AZp9-KFwWrw/s1600/om-01%2Bcopy.gif" style="color: #956839; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></a></div><div><span>(<span style="font-style: italic;">Spillway</span> 17, ontoño 2011,<br />derechos reservados del autor)</span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div>[De los muchos dioses hindú, <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganesha" style="color: #956839;">Ganesh</a>, dios de dharma y del buen agüero, es el más popularmente amado y venerado. Sus características son su cabeza de elefante y su barriga gorda que metafísicamente se dice contiene todo el cosmos. Sus familiares son el ratón y la rata porque roen por los obstáculos y frecuentan los almacenes de abundancia. Generoso donador de beneficios y derribador de obstáculos, él es el patrón de los comienzos, del desarrollo, de la liberación, de las empresas, tanto físicas como espirituales. Como tal, él es el primero de todos los dioses en ser invocado y se le pide su bendición al comienzo de un día, de una carta, de un rito, de cualquier empresa. Amable guía por las alturas y los abismos de la vida, se dice que él es la buena fortuna manifiesta, la sabiduría descubierta, el tiempo encarnado y la abundancia desbordante. Hay 1008 nombres para describir sus poderes divinos y su bendición es un verdadero don.]</div></div></div><br /><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganesha" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN5g1z_O_Pv1ovkNDpjYy6W1wg6uwL6OGxjWwIyiWNLC4Jtav_lvGWeXr3I5KyaHyrm4P0I93Oj29oHOw1GdGZsao6P2i6pdolz6ombMULIHzNiZBkx_CpsqSR8xfoZ0-sWLThgLKo3RejtKodzoDr5HZfoudcYfJIpGO-Chosxj6iXUb0rZxn61_IN-8/s16000/dancing%20Ganes%20bronze%20ejp%2091pXH9U4DnL.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffff99; font-size: 12.48px;">-</span> <span style="font-size: 28.799999px;">श्रीगणेश</span></div></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(41, 48, 59); color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Invocation to Ganesh</span><br /><span style="font-size: 13.6px;"> </span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(41, 48, 59); color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Om Shri Ganeshaaya Namah</span><br /><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;">Seated in the center<br />(ringed with skulls)<br />where the noose of years is tied,<br />sweet-toothed, elephant-headed lord,<br />rise and dance the new count;<br />ax down the obstacles<br />to our living,<br />trample the obstacles<br />to our loving,<br />and make sweet the new path.<br />Let your familiars<br />the mouse & the rat<br />gnaw through<br />to the storehouse of blessings;<br />let your snake speak.<br />With your tusk,<br />in your book of what was,<br />write what may be<br />and from your conch blow<br />the primordial sound of what is.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><span face="Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(41, 48, 59); color: #29303b; font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span>© Rafael Jesús González 2024<br /></span><br /><div style="caret-color: rgb(41, 48, 59); color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif;"><span>(<span style="font-style: italic;">Spillway</span> 17, Fall 2011;<br />author's copyrights)</span></div><br /><br /><div style="caret-color: rgb(41, 48, 59); color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif; text-align: left;">[Of the many Hindu gods, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganesha" style="color: #333300;">Ganesh</a>, god of <span style="font-style: italic;">dharma</span> and good portent, is the most widely loved and revered. His distinctive traits are his elephant head and his fat belly metaphysically said to contain the entire cosmos. His familiars are the mouse and the rat because they gnaw through obstacles and frequent larders of plenty. Generous Boon-Giver and Remover of Obstacles, he is patron of beginnings, of growth, of liberation, enterprises, both physical and spiritual. As such, he is the first of all the gods to be invoked and his blessing asked at the start of a day, a letter, a ritual, any undertaking. Gentle guide through the ups and downs of life, he is said to be good fortune manifest, wisdom revealed, time embodied, and abundance over-flowing. There are 1008 names to describe his divine powers and his blessing is a gift indeed.]<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span face="Georgia, Times New Roman, sans-serif" style="color: #956839; font-size: x-small;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(41, 48, 59);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixE3KARTw_XIDdtNGhYkJLBdArb8UvFdIwAaD_3huAt4WlGRgJGwSr7Cw2nFlOvwLJNXiDobQgfLg-1C-AcLrB3htV31u_fIKdu69gplwAA81pYFC9c1T07RuI6NEFpXErSCSveHuvgLzZDdwCkJJu0HpnRiolswtsPlfkK7DCIfUOtgwDvt5Wf6r-smk/s350/beloved%20amada%20comunity%20is,make,es,hace%20reviolucion%20350.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="302" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixE3KARTw_XIDdtNGhYkJLBdArb8UvFdIwAaD_3huAt4WlGRgJGwSr7Cw2nFlOvwLJNXiDobQgfLg-1C-AcLrB3htV31u_fIKdu69gplwAA81pYFC9c1T07RuI6NEFpXErSCSveHuvgLzZDdwCkJJu0HpnRiolswtsPlfkK7DCIfUOtgwDvt5Wf6r-smk/w277-h320/beloved%20amada%20comunity%20is,make,es,hace%20reviolucion%20350.png" width="277" /></a></div><br /><u><br /></u></span></span></div><span face="Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(41, 48, 59); color: #ffff99; font-size: 12.48px;">-</span></div></div></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-74183858116624831932023-12-26T16:30:00.000-08:002023-12-26T16:30:00.133-08:00full moon: Meeting Point<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span>Punto de encuentro<br /><br />Llegamos a nuestro punto de encuentro<br />cada uno de nuestro respetivo reino <br />Caldea, Nubia, Tarso <br />con oro, incienso, mirra, <br />a una aldea de huertas y chozas, <br />humilde alojamientos. <br />Este primer día llegamos </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">ansiosos de comparar notas, <br />lo que suponíamos, esperábamos, <br />de ver la bondad en los rostros de los demás. <br />Fueron animadas nuestras conversaciones <br />pero al atardecer salió la luna <br />tan preñada de luz que casi opacaba <br />el fulgor de la estrella que seguíamos. <br />Callamos, de un lejano viejo peral <br />el gorjeo de una perdiz.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span>© Rafael Jesús González 2023</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq25zM0Jau14Qbay_dbCVEg745gg3vSlrf3LG0VQFYlf7gWjpwEP70c8NtsJcKaUlwwtWp-PwywJCuSvdT2NGSG6WNaFreMdgmQv-WeKI25ucMoSQ5d6cs7ZCnI4xI-kh4dMWFQ9Hxzf45ODtgAyBgHrcWbgNV6akL_CxfxhzE7GwMETT5hINFnoz0Hj8/s500/moon%20star%20partridge%204.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="297" data-original-width="500" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq25zM0Jau14Qbay_dbCVEg745gg3vSlrf3LG0VQFYlf7gWjpwEP70c8NtsJcKaUlwwtWp-PwywJCuSvdT2NGSG6WNaFreMdgmQv-WeKI25ucMoSQ5d6cs7ZCnI4xI-kh4dMWFQ9Hxzf45ODtgAyBgHrcWbgNV6akL_CxfxhzE7GwMETT5hINFnoz0Hj8/w400-h239/moon%20star%20partridge%204.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span>Meeting Point<br /><br />We came to our meeting point <br />each from our respective kingdom <br />Chaldea, Nubia, Tarsus <br />with gold, frankincense, myrrh <br />to a village of orchards and huts, <br />humble accommodations. <br />This first day we came </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">anxious to compare notes, <br />what we supposed, expected, <br />to see the kindness in each other’s faces. <br />Our conversations were lively <br />but at evening there rose the moon <br />so pregnant with light it almost dimmed <br />the brightness of the star we followed. <br />We fell silent, from a far off old pear, <br />the chirp of a partridge.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>© Rafael Jesús González 2023</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-32395257873323811772023-12-24T12:00:00.001-08:002023-12-24T12:00:00.132-08:00Christmas<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #fff2cc;">-</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">En celebración de la perpetua infancia de Dios<br />te deseo asombro ante la existencia misma,<br />amor y compasión, una Tierra sana, <br />justicia, paz, salud y felicidad.<br /><br />In celebration of the perpetual infancy of God<br />I wish you awe of existence itself,<br />love & compassion, a whole Earth,<br />justice, peace, health, & happiness.</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">-</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeBKAfELyopSfsqtgLxvp-Mv5UcuAJAQz_MPdVAJS_KjE1K0EaBMMkc1IA85LQJnXakB1jxHfY66GcNPsRP4YI2QS01TBDWpeNMAkOVX3VJVIHuk1eUGf7zlLfbVhDnR1tZH8cmcuFgZeMuIwvGOFhectsmey4z11DTsX24SdUDNJ9bng05CsMoPy/s500/EJP%20badge%20largest%20star%20carried%20by%20angels%20.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="500" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeBKAfELyopSfsqtgLxvp-Mv5UcuAJAQz_MPdVAJS_KjE1K0EaBMMkc1IA85LQJnXakB1jxHfY66GcNPsRP4YI2QS01TBDWpeNMAkOVX3VJVIHuk1eUGf7zlLfbVhDnR1tZH8cmcuFgZeMuIwvGOFhectsmey4z11DTsX24SdUDNJ9bng05CsMoPy/w400-h217/EJP%20badge%20largest%20star%20carried%20by%20angels%20.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Snell Roundhand; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Bendiciones - Blessings</b></span></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div><p><span><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">A esto<br /><br /></span></p><div><span style="font-size: large;">Se dice que</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">el fulgor de un lucero</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">y el cantar de ángeles</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">anunciaron el nacer</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">del dios hecho hombre,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">del niño nacido</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">entre animales domésticos.</span></div><p></p><span style="font-size: large;">Sea lo que sea el cuento<br />de la trágica y gloriosa<br />trayectoria de su vida,<br />todo se reduce a esto:<br /><span> <span> </span></span>enseñó amar.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> </span></span>© Rafael Jesús González 2023</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzfMGEqlASLCO1WE05JUtbeO_NROvuyPV5OjmZpOxPxkqYhacvsPUf29XGQFzNnFI62Dy_RH115oHXNmbG01r7fbqWMNfBI9wzKJxlaM3dbFTLDkDM8DjYol1h6mgOR37-z52mlcazMs3aoUANnba2XRjieaDR2eAwR3VgiJM4Ib9r7UZov1L_Qo06IQ/s500/feliz%20merry%20Nacimiento-CEARB0003-4-0_bedf09e3-f661-46e0-a197-0af16f3b010a_2048x.jpg%20copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="367" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzfMGEqlASLCO1WE05JUtbeO_NROvuyPV5OjmZpOxPxkqYhacvsPUf29XGQFzNnFI62Dy_RH115oHXNmbG01r7fbqWMNfBI9wzKJxlaM3dbFTLDkDM8DjYol1h6mgOR37-z52mlcazMs3aoUANnba2XRjieaDR2eAwR3VgiJM4Ib9r7UZov1L_Qo06IQ/w294-h400/feliz%20merry%20Nacimiento-CEARB0003-4-0_bedf09e3-f661-46e0-a197-0af16f3b010a_2048x.jpg%20copy.png" width="294" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span>To This</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div></div><p><span><span style="font-size: large;">It is said<br /></span></span><span><span style="font-size: large;">that the brightness of a star<br />and the singing of angels<br />announced the birth<br />of the god made man,<br />the child born<br />among domestic animals.<br /><br />Whatever is the story<br />of the tragic and glorious<br />trajectory of his life,<br />it all comes to this:<br /> he taught love.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></p><div><br /></div><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2023<br /></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8usLx1isEcJG5riNi7JGA5yJ66rGItLx5VocvqToYrZKUdtJuweSlFm9gg17e1BS115u3jbVCymGVnm1cM1XiQpSliIkQ2055OEeLrAr3n6nATmZh9c_XAuYNb7av05JFABFf4QBOs-5vBvpVM0dCDHM88NKX2BSG9hMOiWiaaICipqk_-xddOV6jpss/s350/amada%20beloved%20community%20hace%20makee%20revolution.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="307" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8usLx1isEcJG5riNi7JGA5yJ66rGItLx5VocvqToYrZKUdtJuweSlFm9gg17e1BS115u3jbVCymGVnm1cM1XiQpSliIkQ2055OEeLrAr3n6nATmZh9c_XAuYNb7av05JFABFf4QBOs-5vBvpVM0dCDHM88NKX2BSG9hMOiWiaaICipqk_-xddOV6jpss/w221-h251/amada%20beloved%20community%20hace%20makee%20revolution.png" width="221" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">-</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">-</span></div></div></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-3715958450701675962023-12-21T00:00:00.000-08:002023-12-21T00:00:00.166-08:00Capricorn - Winter Solstice<div style="text-align: left;"> -</div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">Deseándoles las bendiciones de la temporada</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">hoy y siempre.</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que el nacer de la luz nos ilumine el corazón</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">y nos traiga la justicia y la paz,</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">salud y felicidad</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">y una Tierra sana y salva. </span></span></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">En esta oscuridad que la luz en nuestros corazones,<br />iluminen nuestras vidas y guíe nuestra revolución<br />con amor feroz para que nuestra lucha<br />para sanar a la Tierra, por la justicia, la paz<br />la llevemos con alegría y belleza,<br />nuestro proceso y meta.</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhai8ojkMixyclTIG51YIx6UNO5Kk6SycyKva1KP23ME5mGKK-DDRc3Uq4OH4BZkQa8pdhGsjL6Dv61lG_pwZ90sB1uVV9oRA8MnGoEJLziFSbYKp5ScXD6SvyJkeBRTmMyRi4pM8uE4ttxQjWOkyd4XTDj1zHAxArj_aqlSohVUeHBI7rk8Abemw7J/s500/EJP%20badge%20carried%20by%20angels.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="254" data-original-width="500" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhai8ojkMixyclTIG51YIx6UNO5Kk6SycyKva1KP23ME5mGKK-DDRc3Uq4OH4BZkQa8pdhGsjL6Dv61lG_pwZ90sB1uVV9oRA8MnGoEJLziFSbYKp5ScXD6SvyJkeBRTmMyRi4pM8uE4ttxQjWOkyd4XTDj1zHAxArj_aqlSohVUeHBI7rk8Abemw7J/s320/EJP%20badge%20carried%20by%20angels.png" width="320" /></a></div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span><span style="font-size: large;">Wishing you the season's blessings now & always.<br />May the birth of the light illumine our hearts <br />& bring us justice & peace, <br />health & happiness, <br />& an Earth whole & safe. <br /><br />In this darkness, let the light in our hearts<br />brighten our lives & guide our revolution<br />with fierce love so that we wage our struggle<br />to heal the Earth, for justice, for peace<br />with joy and beauty,<br />our process and our goal.</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Capricorn — </span><span style="font-size: large;">Winter Solstice</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #ffff99;">-</span><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johfra_Bosschart"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295835895185648690" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SX6WsClNrDI/AAAAAAAAB8s/eEZ9Dly88H4/s400/capricorn-01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 350px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 242px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> </span></span>Capricornio</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span><br /><br /></span></span><div><span style="font-size: large;">La cabra, piel hirsuta</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>cuernos de turquesa,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>ojos de granate,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>pesuñas de plomo,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">se arrodilla a Saturno, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">planeta de sortijas,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">en la noche larga </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">esperando la luz </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>y persevera, dura </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>en su ahelo de cornear</span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;">el punto cardinal de la tierra.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2023</span><br /><span><br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfKg5M_80MzV13OrduZOL9GfBKu-LUzTR7VzoygOsatPDWyk6YF4AXs_hKqM3G8ijJlurwIpa6KVPkr8dh1M9gqm_BFUc8Tif60FPYljKdERfzq6IoYmv98Md_WqEJLJNaKWB2IBs0_bpmhLeOMFFveaEuaQBVXSP-onAzpHAuYJ_pteZH_kaBwTZp=s945" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="945" data-original-width="930" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfKg5M_80MzV13OrduZOL9GfBKu-LUzTR7VzoygOsatPDWyk6YF4AXs_hKqM3G8ijJlurwIpa6KVPkr8dh1M9gqm_BFUc8Tif60FPYljKdERfzq6IoYmv98Md_WqEJLJNaKWB2IBs0_bpmhLeOMFFveaEuaQBVXSP-onAzpHAuYJ_pteZH_kaBwTZp=w152-h155" width="152" /></a></span></div><span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>Capricorn</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span><br /></span></span><p></p><div><span style="font-size: large;">The goat, hirsute hide,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>horns of turquoise</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>garnet eyes,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>hoofs of lead,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">kneels to Saturn,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">planet of rings</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">in the long night </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">waiting for the light </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>and perseveres, persists</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>in his desire to gore</span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;">the cardinal point of the earth. </span><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><p><br /><br /></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2023</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg250qBJSVxlG_OtzkVrPGEkExpwy4uoCXk3tTik8Q5mvYJd2IzXgm3ww7AWJs0eaz8tUGivM8jHGellCFbZ5kT3RJ-QNzpYIa_qXelv02v89JI__TSjYnNJztHgtZY5sB59muTdVvnvZexhftNTMb3oV0SBw5i11KRc-yqOQbs2G1DReISNdVvQbiK/s50/50px-Capricorn.svg.png" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">-</span></div></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-61946667616308186452023-12-15T00:00:00.000-08:002023-12-15T00:00:00.145-08:00in response and plea<p><br /></p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">-</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">In response to and in memory of my colleague, professor, and poet, Refaat Alareer (23/10/79– 6/12/23)<br /><br />And to implore a cease fire in the invasion of Gaza and that our brothers and sisters the Israelis and the Palestinians honor justice rooted in compassion and find peace. I pray that we do not become heirs of hate but hold the fierce love needed to heal the world and the Earth.</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />Listen please to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERjkto7g4U4">a mother’s plea</a>.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglOZLVnPTHsVWkt4cngWizECkOH8z5kABCOQrpYrWYfY46sXDPi3meE1Jxu9jOzKE-f4Vg_SgAgdpjVAUyLp9gn5Fo012FUMeU09C5tBm24KU_3LfG7lYyUimNy9-zxBcbHbOYY6Xo4EQYtPrsDZyREVP160oxofP2o7TJ6U3gQ05uZ9y9i7_igmHw7g/s587/Refaat-Alareer-Gaza.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="587" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglOZLVnPTHsVWkt4cngWizECkOH8z5kABCOQrpYrWYfY46sXDPi3meE1Jxu9jOzKE-f4Vg_SgAgdpjVAUyLp9gn5Fo012FUMeU09C5tBm24KU_3LfG7lYyUimNy9-zxBcbHbOYY6Xo4EQYtPrsDZyREVP160oxofP2o7TJ6U3gQ05uZ9y9i7_igmHw7g/s320/Refaat-Alareer-Gaza.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Refaat_Alareer">Refaat Alareer</a> </span><span style="font-family: Palatino; text-align: left;">(23/10/79– 6/12/23)</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">En respuesta y en memoria de mi colega, profesor y poeta, Refaat Alareer (23/10/79– 6/12/23)<br /><br />Y para implorar un alto el fuego en la invasión de Gaza y que nuestros hermanos y hermanas los israelíes y los palestinos honren la justicia arraigada en la compasión y encuentren la paz. Rezo para que no nos convirtamos en herederos del odio sino que mantengamos el amor feroz necesario para sanar al mundo y a la Tierra. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Escuchen por favor al </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERjkto7g4U4" style="font-size: large;">ruego de una madre</a><span style="font-size: medium;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">You Died</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">to Refaat Alareer <br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /> <span> <span> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">You died<br />& your family with you,<br />but your story I do not know to tell;<br />the tiny bits are too few. <br />To whom would we sell your things?<br />And from whom buy a piece of cloth,<br />white no less, and with a long tail?<br />The child in Gaza you imagine,<br />if he survive, cannot look heaven in the eye<br />(the skies are cancelled by smoke and ash.)<br />He waits in vane for his father who left<br />in a blaze with no farewell, to return.<br />I make the child no kite to fly<br />that he may think an angel<br />to bring back love<br />except perhaps in these words,<br />(indeed from love are they fashioned.)<br /> <span> <span> </span></span>You died <br />and I promise to put into this kite<br />as much hope as I am able.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">@ Rafael Jesús González 2023</span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><div><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCVZqW2WUazLoGJ5L08BDIOOi01aD05zHP_Hs6X34UbLOJXFd9fQD6luSLvyCz63MWbycsVN9C26EHUejEWWZcQUhg-uYv99cP4D0pQlR_BhYHmcITxDX4WHHSohHnscjMQGq5EzzYqXbqVh3D70lumej-Ba_7FMtxmtudTEKgFSQ9FtFIbdVMj1NaSM/s500/despierta-awake%20button%20500%20copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="149" data-original-width="500" height="95" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCVZqW2WUazLoGJ5L08BDIOOi01aD05zHP_Hs6X34UbLOJXFd9fQD6luSLvyCz63MWbycsVN9C26EHUejEWWZcQUhg-uYv99cP4D0pQlR_BhYHmcITxDX4WHHSohHnscjMQGq5EzzYqXbqVh3D70lumej-Ba_7FMtxmtudTEKgFSQ9FtFIbdVMj1NaSM/s320/despierta-awake%20button%20500%20copy.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.</span> - </div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Archbishop Desmond Tutu<br /></span> <br /><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">Si eres neutral en situaciones de injusticia, has elegido el lado del opresor.</span> – <span style="font-size: medium;">Arzobispo Desmond Tutu</span></span></div><div><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span lang="ES"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 12.48px;">-</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffff99; font-size: 12.48px;">-</span><span style="font-size: medium;">en México </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">y América Central asociada </span>con la Madre Tierra</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Guadalupe"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680298111675834562" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Eb0MPI8Bic/TtR5CXzCoMI/AAAAAAAAC74/NX2TOFWrcuk/s640/220px-Virgen_de_guadalupe1.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px;" width="253" /></a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Guadalupe"></a><span style="font-size: 12.48px;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Guadalupe">St. Juan Diego's cloak</a></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12.48px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12.48px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12.48px;"><br /></span></div><span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"> <span> <span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Rezo a Tonantzin</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Tonantzin<br /><span> <span> </span></span>madre de todo<br /><span> <span> </span></span>lo que de ti vive,<br />es, habita, mora, está;<br />Madre de todos los dioses<br /><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">las diosas<br />madre de todos nosotros,<br /><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>la nube y el mar<br /><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>la arena y el monte<br /><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>el musgo y el árbol<br /><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>el ácaro y la ballena.<br /><br />Derramando flores<br />haz de mi manto un recuerdo<br />que jamás olvidemos que tú eres<br />único paraíso de nuestro vivir.<br /><br />Bendita eres,<br />cuna de la vida, fosa de la muerte,<br />fuente del deleite, piedra del sufrir.<br /><br />concédenos, madre, justicia,<br /><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">concédenos, madre, la paz.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2023</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SyXHj1da87I/AAAAAAAACNs/RyQ9g4yhBj8/s1600-h/Sn.+Juan+Diego,+Robert+Lentz.jpg" style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414953545442718642" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SyXHj1da87I/AAAAAAAACNs/RyQ9g4yhBj8/w316-h400/Sn.+Juan+Diego,+Robert+Lentz.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px;" width="316" /></a><span style="font-size: 12.48px; text-align: center;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.48px;">St. Juan Diego by Robert Lentz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.48px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12.48px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12.48px;"><p align="center"><span style="font-size: medium;">in Mexico & Central America associated with Mother Earth</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p></span></div><span><span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"> </span><span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Prayer to Tonantzin<br /><br /><br />Tonantzin<br /><span> <span> </span></span>mother of all<br /><span> <span> </span></span>that of you lives,<br />be, dwells, inhabits, is;<br />Mother of all the gods<br /><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">the goddesses<br />Mother of us all,<br /><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>the cloud & the sea<br /><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>the sand & the mountain<br /><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>the moss & the tree<br /><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>the mite & the whale.<br /><br />Spilling flowers<br />make of my cloak a reminder<br />that we never forget that you are<br />the only paradise of our living.<br /><br />Blessed are you,<br />cradle of life, grave of death,<br />fount of delight, rock of pain.<br /><br />Grant us, mother, justice,<br /><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>grant us, mother, peace.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2023</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/SyXHj1da87I/AAAAAAAACNs/RyQ9g4yhBj8/s1600-h/Sn.+Juan+Diego,+Robert+Lentz.jpg"></a><br /><span style="color: #ffff99;">-</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">A Poeta Lauread@</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 12pt;">para Aya de León</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">Que lleves bien el laurel, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">que tu musa sea generosa, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">y tus palabras dulces <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">con compasión y amor <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">aún cuando tengan que dar voz<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">al amargo dolor y a la rabia,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">que digan la verdad <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">cuando el poder mienta, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">y alaben a la Tierra,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">y la vida, alaben la justicia<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">y la paz, alaben la alegría. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">Que tus palabras te llenen <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">el corazón y los corazones<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">de l@s que las oigan.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span lang="ES"><span style="font-size: large;">Bendice.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">© Rafael Jesús González 2023</span><span style="font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: center;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZEjGm6I3hzn4AAflX-SNK_7Kzo25gAfgZ_ZXylqXCpZXaFNm8nocxxAzVZyObMZV6oDzkbMbWRRQQKSnaYSphf1Zm9zRe64xgGltLMtWGoCGoJ-gU6KWyJxM1kua8OyK2ACDnXgokmU7YZ3FwDyUaBOYuE3FlHzclFTiV8Yq-EBbajNZSAHr9jDvU6A/s500/2nd%20poet%20laureate%20of%20Berkeley%201++.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="208" data-original-width="500" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZEjGm6I3hzn4AAflX-SNK_7Kzo25gAfgZ_ZXylqXCpZXaFNm8nocxxAzVZyObMZV6oDzkbMbWRRQQKSnaYSphf1Zm9zRe64xgGltLMtWGoCGoJ-gU6KWyJxM1kua8OyK2ACDnXgokmU7YZ3FwDyUaBOYuE3FlHzclFTiV8Yq-EBbajNZSAHr9jDvU6A/w400-h166/2nd%20poet%20laureate%20of%20Berkeley%201++.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">For a Poet Laureate</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 12pt;">for Aya de León</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wear the laurel well,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">may your muse be generous<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">and your words be sweet <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">with love and compassion <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">even when they must give voice<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">to bitter grief and rage,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">speak truth <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">when power lies, <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">and praise the Earth,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">and life, praise justice <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">and peace, praise joy. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">May your words fill <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">your heart and the hearts<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">of them who hear them.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bless.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">© Rafael Jesús González 2023<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 16pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">-</span></p></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-71515990724069021322023-12-07T17:00:00.000-08:002023-12-07T17:00:00.138-08:00Hanukkah 2023<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Palatino;">con amor en estos tiempos oscuros</span><br /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">de una Tierra Santa ensangrentada</span><br /></b></span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>feliz Jánuca</b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDXIM8folJtZZm9NKkf5zECf42GGl5ynxVTulUHwPKF6SO99AIgXe3MT4EpdsFtGnKhx9dHCMcZBFz4Or_qlgdgcLnaUC4vyjTn1NMxIn0s9vNWvaDwcqGYbQRztSMkZwlnoBiRNPIpSFVyjDrRD2MvbshgFpdwf22zHoHWX-fltRrsQivXLBUlkVlfE/s272/star%20of%20David%20shalom%20EJP%20272.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="247" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDXIM8folJtZZm9NKkf5zECf42GGl5ynxVTulUHwPKF6SO99AIgXe3MT4EpdsFtGnKhx9dHCMcZBFz4Or_qlgdgcLnaUC4vyjTn1NMxIn0s9vNWvaDwcqGYbQRztSMkZwlnoBiRNPIpSFVyjDrRD2MvbshgFpdwf22zHoHWX-fltRrsQivXLBUlkVlfE/w132-h146/star%20of%20David%20shalom%20EJP%20272.png" width="132" /></a></div></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Palatino;">with love in these dark times </span><br /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">of a bloodied Holy Land</span></b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi629jCpPjSdNR-2oPp1q2I2hK_0dK2Kex_dhQyOXDCvpOKB-UKSdtO6okNK6qPFDV357xHAAgH_fb__f5OMaTofgXTiNI_LRVZFlFnloJqxf7tX4b91cXhi3T3uTJWd8uzc4eTCxTZlgpcqrDqncJvydygY8lHiv_VLs-Lo85934CCAbRKllu7ox9zjAs/s354/Happy-Hanukkah-Candles-gold%20words.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="348" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi629jCpPjSdNR-2oPp1q2I2hK_0dK2Kex_dhQyOXDCvpOKB-UKSdtO6okNK6qPFDV357xHAAgH_fb__f5OMaTofgXTiNI_LRVZFlFnloJqxf7tX4b91cXhi3T3uTJWd8uzc4eTCxTZlgpcqrDqncJvydygY8lHiv_VLs-Lo85934CCAbRKllu7ox9zjAs/s320/Happy-Hanukkah-Candles-gold%20words.png" width="315" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKnre_geZow0NJlzlk49zhvm23OcRTci6IZsoX17jsqJ8P1fuR_eiTIs5N9BQTuUpuaMv93b1TZcGdmp43llDllbIPRo7SzRWSPHbhfdWT2DNLAv4aygpWHkv9CICRJWriEiQd9UjTcdMgbKqKrxa76rjueLkb7j52E4xLXL-8POFs-K5HmullYnoJVDY/s500/Let%20us%20not%20become%20A_menorah_defies_the_Nazi_flag_1931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="375" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKnre_geZow0NJlzlk49zhvm23OcRTci6IZsoX17jsqJ8P1fuR_eiTIs5N9BQTuUpuaMv93b1TZcGdmp43llDllbIPRo7SzRWSPHbhfdWT2DNLAv4aygpWHkv9CICRJWriEiQd9UjTcdMgbKqKrxa76rjueLkb7j52E4xLXL-8POFs-K5HmullYnoJVDY/w300-h400/Let%20us%20not%20become%20A_menorah_defies_the_Nazi_flag_1931.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;">No nos convirtamos</span><br /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">en el mal que deploramos</span></span></b><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Palatino;">Barbara Lee<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Edd1kpmDQXiFdmEHW6jDzUymdl5V-rOP0M2ST0Ru8WKs0zflDbyNuIQuydDH3tJh7-FRFlNFkWv3o1DlgW5pAaSoRS-bKknr_rK0YStXtIbK1w5xrAP9Efx73iUnYTZ5PiEAJ1EdjBod_5N1vaumpK3eqn4q1wlvcixWtCOdVFHEEAwWM7g4WNI1w_Y/s500/In-violence-we-forget-who-we-are%20star%20of%20David.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="500" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Edd1kpmDQXiFdmEHW6jDzUymdl5V-rOP0M2ST0Ru8WKs0zflDbyNuIQuydDH3tJh7-FRFlNFkWv3o1DlgW5pAaSoRS-bKknr_rK0YStXtIbK1w5xrAP9Efx73iUnYTZ5PiEAJ1EdjBod_5N1vaumpK3eqn4q1wlvcixWtCOdVFHEEAwWM7g4WNI1w_Y/s320/In-violence-we-forget-who-we-are%20star%20of%20David.png" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><br /><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">En la violencia olvidamos<br />quienes somos.</span><br /><br /><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-15940705739003014652023-11-27T02:16:00.000-08:002023-11-28T22:17:47.322-08:00full moon: The Moon Is a Mirror<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> </span></span>La luna es espejo<br /><br /><br />En el desierto de mi nacer<br />la luna esta noche está triste.<br />Podría ser feliz, <br />los recuerdos lo atestiguan <br />pero la luna es espejo,<br />el mundo pesa<br />y esta noche está triste la luna.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span> © Rafael Jesús González 2023 </span><br /><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDz66Ww5DDNEyrSGYAkyr2stcirTMRKWvIsnb8wnq5iP7JFb3RLYmeC1WIoK0a693AvS-nX-YBN7lZjdfxKGwzazURPZ9ynwP9HXLq1ej8b3mX6Gio09JL4R6Bkfmqi2gn6ZhTt796RCxGjcUjH9iQuloITJLMUr4xBLOUnEmUm3IfcNLDNlf-ZIDHtGY/s350/border_fence%20with%20moon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="233" data-original-width="350" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDz66Ww5DDNEyrSGYAkyr2stcirTMRKWvIsnb8wnq5iP7JFb3RLYmeC1WIoK0a693AvS-nX-YBN7lZjdfxKGwzazURPZ9ynwP9HXLq1ej8b3mX6Gio09JL4R6Bkfmqi2gn6ZhTt796RCxGjcUjH9iQuloITJLMUr4xBLOUnEmUm3IfcNLDNlf-ZIDHtGY/w400-h266/border_fence%20with%20moon.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><br /> </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Moon Is a Mirror<br /><br /><br />In the desert of my birth<br />the moon tonight is sad.<br />It could be happy, <br />memories attest it,<br />but the moon is a mirror,<br />the world weighs <br />and tonight the moon is sad.<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><br style="font-family: Palatino;" /><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"> © Rafael Jesús González 2023 </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">-<br /></span><br /></span></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366738597280924999.post-29937834205316030102023-11-23T00:00:00.000-08:002023-11-23T00:00:00.144-08:00Thanksgiving Day<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://rjgonzalez.blogspot.com/2018/11/thanksgiving-day-usa-holiday.html" style="font-family: Palatino;" target="_blank">Deplorable in its origins</a><span style="font-family: Palatino;">, sentimental in its legend, Thanksgiving Day is nevertheless my favorite U.S. holiday.</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;">It is archetypal, mythic, universal, for gratitude and its expression are one of the noblest experiences of humankind. It is one of the taproots of spirituality, keystone of all religion. Of all holidays, it celebrates most strongly familial, community ties, and the sharing of food, primal act of bonding, of human connection. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;">It will be a difficult holiday for many of us. Many will be homeless because our homes burned in the wildfires or were torn apart by the storms and floods of the feverish Earth, or because we simply cannot afford shelter in an economic system based on greed. Many will go hungry. The country is divided by the most deplorable sentiments of its national character: racism and bigotry, greed and lust for power, misogyny, fear. What democracy we have laboriously, painfully created during 246 years is undermined and threatened by fascism. Wars in the world, genocide in the Holy Land.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;">Our prayers of thanks will be said through tears and dread, but thanks must be said for the very gift of life itself, the beauty and the bounty of the sacred Earth, no matter how blasphemed and abused by human folly. Thanks must be given for the compassion and good, the desire for justice and peace carried by the human heart. Thanks for the dedication and self-sacrifice of those who serve. Thanks for our ability to love upon which the revolution that we must make is rooted. Thanks for one another. Thanks for our <a href="https://thekingcenter.org/about-tkc/the-king-philosophy/#:~:text=In%20the%20Beloved%20Community%2C%20poverty,spirit%20of%20sisterhood%20and%20brotherhood." target="_blank">beloved community</a>.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Palatino; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast;">I share with you a blessing written in a happier time at the end of the last century, not without its difficulties to be sure, but one less burdened by the darkness of these current times. I offer it to you with love and hope: </span></span></div><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div><span style="font-family: Palatino; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: 24.266665px;"> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Grace</span></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks and blessing be</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">to the Sun and the Earth</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">for this bread and this wine,</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span><span>this fruit, this meat, this salt,</span><span style="color: #ffff99;"> </span></span><br /><span><span><span> </span>this food;<br />thanks be </span></span><span>and</span><span> blessing to them<br />who prepare it, who serve it;<br />thanks </span><span>and</span><span> blessing to them<br />who share it<br /><span> </span>(</span><span>and</span><span> also the absent </span><span>and</span><span> the dead.)<br />Thanks </span><span>and</span><span> blessing to them who bring it<br /><span> </span>(may they not want),<br />to them who plant </span><span>and</span><span> tend it,<br />harvest </span><span>and</span><span> gather it<br /><span> </span>(may they not want);<br />thanks </span><span>and</span><span> blessing to them who work<br /></span><span><span> </span>and</span><span> blessing to them who cannot;<br />may they not want — for their hunger<br /><span> </span>sours the wine<br /></span><span><span> <span> </span></span>and</span><span> robs the salt of its taste.<br />Thanks be for the sustenance </span><span>and</span><span> strength<br />for our dance </span><span>and</span><span> the work of justice, of peace.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2023<br /></span><br /><br />(<span><i>The Montserrat Review</i>, Issue 6, Spring 2003<br />[nominated for the Hobblestock Peace Poetry Award];<br />author’s copyrights.)</span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqjkwcGD9h_YxGedGCvTvYqr0_klKTQrKaD-2jbpG-FAc1b2lTJrWnOIsOUffL8RmyCblhODw-lxmSWGjKLYQQ49grGvhhmDgTbEfhAydH6Bkp8iw6vKTzkycCc-j71YuaD1UiZ0A3OAYI3hpD2l-3iIv6N68eSPlGekT0-_oXtpB4W4nqeuq_Oiu/s500/thanks%20wreath.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="486" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqjkwcGD9h_YxGedGCvTvYqr0_klKTQrKaD-2jbpG-FAc1b2lTJrWnOIsOUffL8RmyCblhODw-lxmSWGjKLYQQ49grGvhhmDgTbEfhAydH6Bkp8iw6vKTzkycCc-j71YuaD1UiZ0A3OAYI3hpD2l-3iIv6N68eSPlGekT0-_oXtpB4W4nqeuq_Oiu/s320/thanks%20wreath.png" width="311" /></a></div><br /></div></div><br /><div><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><a href="http://rjgonzalezg.blogspot.com/2018/11/dia-de-accion-de-gracias-fiesta-patria.html" target="_blank">Deplorable en sus orígenes</a>, sentimental su leyenda, el Día de acción de gracias es sin embargo mi fiesta estadounidense favorita. Es arquetípica, mítica, universal pues la gratitud y su expresión son una de la experiencias más nobles de la humanidad. Es una de las raíces principales de la espiritualidad, la clave de toda religión. De todas las fiestas, celebra más destacadamente las ligas familiares, comunitarias y el compartir de alimento, acto primario de unión, de conexión humana.</span></div><div><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><br /></span></div><div><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Será una fiesta difícil para muchos de nosotros. Muchos estaremos sin hogar porque nuestras casas se quemaron en los incendios de los bosques o se destrozaron en las tormentas e inundaciones de la Tierra febril o porque simplemente no pueden tener techo en un sistema económico basado en la codicia. Muchos pasaremos hambre. El país está dividido por los sentimientos más deplorables del carácter nacional: racismo e intolerancia, codicia y ansia del poder, misoginia, temor. La democracia que hemos creado laboriosa y dolorosamente durante 246 años está debilitada y amenazada por el fascismo. Guerras en el mundo, genocida en la Tierra Santa.</span></div><div><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><br /></span></div><div><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Nuestros rezos de gracias serán dichos entre lágrimas y temor, pero las gracias se tienen que dar por el mero don de la vida misma, la belleza y generosidad de la bendita Tierra no importa que tan blasfemada y abusada sea por la locura humana. Hay que dar gracias por la compasión y el bien, el deseo por la justicia y la paz que lleva el corazón humano. Gracias por la dedicación y el sacrificio de los que sirven. Gracias por nuestra capacidad de amar en la que se debe arraigar la revolución que tenemos que hacer. Gracias el uno por el otro. Gracias por nuestra <a href="https://thekingcenter-org.translate.goog/about-tkc/the-king-philosophy/?_x_tr_sl=en&_x_tr_tl=es&_x_tr_hl=es&_x_tr_pto=rq#:~:text=methods%20of%20nonviolence.-,Dr.,decency%20will%20not%20allow%20it." target="_blank">comunidad amada</a>.</span></div><div><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><br /></span></div><div><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"> </span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: medium; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Comparto contigo una bendición escrita en tiempos más dichosos (1998,) no sin sus dificultades seguramente, pero menos agobiados por la oscuridad de estos tiempos actuales. Te la ofrezco con amor y esperanza.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: large; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>Gracias</span><br /></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br />Gracias y benditos sean<br />el Sol y la Tierra<br />por este pan y este vino,<br /><span> </span>esta fruta, esta carne, esta sal,<br /><span> <span> </span></span>este alimento;<br />gracias y bendiciones<br />a quienes lo preparan, lo sirven;<br />gracias y bendiciones<br />a quienes lo comparten<br />(y también a los ausentes y a los difuntos.)<br />Gracias y bendiciones a quienes lo traen<br /><span> </span>(que no les falte),<br />a quienes lo siembran y cultivan,<br />lo cosechan y lo recogen<br /><span> </span>(que no les falte);<br />gracias y bendiciones a los que trabajan<br /><span> </span>y bendiciones a los que no puedan;<br />que no les falte — su hambre<br /><span> </span>hace agrio el vino<br /><span> <span> </span></span>y le roba el gusto a la sal.<br />Gracias por el sustento y la fuerza<br />para nuestro bailar y nuestra labor<br /><span> </span>por la justicia y la paz.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2023</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span>(<i>The Montserrat Review</i>, no. 6, primavera 2003<br />[postulado para el Premio de la Poesía por la Paz Hobblestock];<br />derechos reservados del autor.)<br /></span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><span style="color: #ffff99;">-------</span></span><span style="font-size: 13.6px;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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display: block; height: 350px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 239px;" width="274" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffff99;">-</span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Sagitario</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />El arquero apunta a Júpiter,<br /><span> </span>planeta de tantas lunas,<br />cuya luz se refleja en sus ancas,<br />y en la punta de topacio de su saeta<br />brota la llama inconstante del anhelo.<br /><span> </span>En cadena de estaño<br /><span> </span>lleva pectoral de turquesa<br /><span> </span>bruñida de ensueños<br /><span> <span> </span></span>y apunta<br /><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>y apunta<br />y anhela herir al cielo.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2023</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJN2HX3d3kA/YZnac71-1TI/AAAAAAAAJaE/EqFIpJjF9_4rXu70xZAFJ9NEBMtXrNChACLcBGAsYHQ/s947/Sagittarius%2Bmedieval.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="947" data-original-width="947" height="176" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJN2HX3d3kA/YZnac71-1TI/AAAAAAAAJaE/EqFIpJjF9_4rXu70xZAFJ9NEBMtXrNChACLcBGAsYHQ/w176-h176/Sagittarius%2Bmedieval.png" width="176" /></a></span></div><span><br /></span></div><span><span style="font-size: large;"><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Sagittarius</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />The archer points at Jupiter,<br /><span> </span>planet of many moons<br />whose light reflects on his haunches,<br />and on the topaz point of his arrow<br />bursts the inconstant flame of his desire.<br /><span> </span>On a chain of tin<br /><span> </span>he wears a medallion of turquoise<br /><span> </span>polished by dreams<br /><span> <span> </span></span>and he points<br /><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>and he points<br /><span> </span>and desires to wound the sky. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffff99;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">© Rafael Jesús González 2023</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183796719496172354" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IvGOW1Goi7Y/R_CLpsVnk0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/T1XeO9uQmog/s200/50px-Sagittarius.svg.png" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 238); color: #0000ee; cursor: pointer; display: block; font-size: 20.799999px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline;" /></p><p><br /></p><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><span style="font-size: 20.799999px;"><u><br /></u></span></span></div> </div><p>- </p></div>Rafael Jesús Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868867636831929474noreply@blogger.com0