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Día: 3 de agosto de 2021

Eufemismo enmascarado

agosto 3, 2021 Claudia Caicedo Poesía

Aliento rancio atorado en el pecho, flor de larva, ofrenda del tálamo subterráneo a la primavera, roca de venas, aborto[…]

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La duda del corazón

agosto 3, 2021 Claudia Caicedo Poesía

Es la silueta de la incertidumbre lo que se proclama cuando tu rostro asoma el camino de tus labios y[…]

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Un lunes es lo que tengo, una semilla de semana.  

Un lunes, verdes horas adentro del corazón,

una palabra entre las risas y los ojos de una mariposa que sueña en su crisálida.  

Alquimia, Claudia Caicedo

Quote of the day

A living planet is a much more complex metaphor for deity than just a bigger father with a bigger fist. If an omniscient, all-powerful Dad ignores your prayers, it's taken personally. Hear only silence long enough, and you start wondering about his power. His fairness. His very existence. But if a world mother doesn't reply, Her excuse is simple. She never claimed conceited omnipotence. She has countless others clinging to her apron strings, including myriad species unable to speak for themselves. To Her elder offspring She says - go raid the fridge. Go play outside. Go get a job. Or, better yet, lend me a hand. I have no time for idle whining.

David Brin

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

    All losses are restored and sorrows end.

W. Shakespeare

Quote of the day

A living planet is a much more complex metaphor for deity than just a bigger father with a bigger fist. If an omniscient, all-powerful Dad ignores your prayers, it's taken personally. Hear only silence long enough, and you start wondering about his power. His fairness. His very existence. But if a world mother doesn't reply, Her excuse is simple. She never claimed conceited omnipotence. She has countless others clinging to her apron strings, including myriad species unable to speak for themselves. To Her elder offspring She says - go raid the fridge. Go play outside. Go get a job. Or, better yet, lend me a hand. I have no time for idle whining.

David Brin
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