domingo de ramos de flores

«I looked at the sky a lot. I like looking up at the sky in the garden at night. In summer I sometimes come outside at night with my torch and my planisphere, which is two circles of plastic with a pin through the middle. And on the bottom is a map of the sky and on top is an aperture which is an opening shaped in a parabola and you turn it round to see a map of the sky that you can see on that day of the year form the latitude 51.5º North which is the latitude that Swindon is on, because the largest bit of the sky is always on the other side of the earth.

And when you look at the sky you know you are looking at stars which are hundreds and thousands of light years away from you. And some of the stars don’t even exist any more because their light has taken so long to get to us that they are already dead, or they have exploded and collapsed into red dwarfs. And that makes you seem very small, and if you have difficult things in your life it is nice to think that they are what is called negligible which means that they are so small you don’t have to take them into account when you are calculating something.»

Mark Haddon

The curious incident of the dog in the night-time

LOS CAMPOS DE FLORES

Domingo gris por la ventana

pero tengo el alma de colores

donde unos ven tormentas

yo intento ver campos de flores

otros días, por desgracia

se marchitan los rosales

prendo fuego a mis acacias

y decalza piso cristales

corro a la cama, exhausta

y devorada por mis males

pensando que a la luz del mañana

veré mis campos de flores

y al amanecer en la cama

siento mis ojos brillar como soles

otoño gris por la ventana

y dentro de mí crecen limones

no hay sensación más liviana

que la de conocer tus propios sabores

y caminar por la vida ufana

siendo más fuerte que tus temores