Ernesto Cardenal – Al perderte yo a ti. Ernesto Cardenal – Al perderte yo a ti. Image may contain: text · K Likes39 Comments Shares. English (US). Ernesto Cardenal, escribió sus epigramas con resentimiento y adoración, para su musa: Claudia. Al perderte yo a ti, tú y yo hemos perdido: Yo, porque tú. By Ernesto Cardenal: Al perderte yo a ti, tú y yo hemos perdido. Yo, porque tú eras lo que yo más amaba, Y tú, porque yo era el que te.
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Ayer te vi en la calle, Myriam y Te vi tan bella, Myriam, que. This morning, we were invited to come and sit with one of Nicaragua’s most famous poets, and I was invited to sing a song for him.
Evening and night are quiet and solitary because God made them for contemplation. Even when yk water is disturbed, it still reflects the sky. Registration must be completed with HSB prior to group participation. All creatures are love letters from God to us. Human eyes are like wells, like the well of the Samaritan woman.
As the kingfisher was made to fish and the humming bird to suck nectar from flowers, so we were made for contemplation and the love of God. Peri Longo, past Santa Barbara poet laureate, supports wrnesto in grief to express themselves through poetry. Tomorrow – I’ll be on Nicaraguan television, and singing with Carlos Mejia Godoy – the un official troubadour of Nicaragua!
Hospice of Santa Barbara offesr free counseling, support groups, resources and community education meeting the emotional, social and spiritual needs of people facing or grieving the death of a loved one. All things have no other reason for existing, no other meaning. We hear that call deep within us, as the lark hears its mate calling at daybreak, or Juliet hears Romeo whispering beneath her balcony.
The coyote howling in the night calls for God and so does the hooting owl. The lover finding her way to the house of her beloved, erjesto explorer, the business executive, the agitator, the artist, and the contemplative monk are all looking for the same thing: Volcanoes, clouds, and trees shout about God. My latest zl session. Magpies and fishes speak of God, and it ernesot God who taught them their language.
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Cuando los dorados jo florecieron Nosotros dos estabamos enamorados Todavia guardan las rosas su aroma Y nosotros ya somos dos extranos. Lovers and poets as well as monks in prayer also cry to God. For I can love another as I loved you, But no one will love you like I’ve loved you. People of all races, children, the old, mothers, women in love, police officers, workers, adventurers, murderers, revolutionaries, dictators, and saints all have the same light of longing, the same deep fire, the same cardnal desire for happiness and joy without end.
Al Perderte Yo a Ti – A poem by Ernesto Cardenal — Hospice of Santa Barbara
Woods, deserts, the sea, and the starry sky were made for contemplation. You, because Uo was the one, you most loved, But out of the two of us, you end up losing more, I can go on and love the way I loved you, but no Is ever going to love you, the way I loved you.
When the golden gardens bloomed We were in love The roses still have their aroma But you and I are now strangers. Music sings this message in our ears, as the beautiful countryside communicates it to our eyes.
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That is how the saints see nature, and how Adam saw it in Eden and how poets and artists also see it, at least some of the time. In every atom is an image of the Trinity, the figures of the triune Perrderte. All human eyes have longing in them. We are mirrors of God, created to reflect God.
The little calf mooing for its mother is also calling God, as is the lion who roars and the croaking frogs. For the time being we want no other creature to impress us, only God.
And Jesus is sitting on the rim of the well. For God alone we are homesick.
Indeed, for this the world was made. When I lost you, you and I both lost I, because you were what I loved the most And you, because I was the one who could love you most Between the two of us, you lose more than me.
When we asked him how long it took him to write this particular poem perdertee of me singing the song here he said with a wave of his hand Nicaragua – Day 11 – Leon!
God is everywhere, not just within us. Within every one of us there is the same cry and the same thirst.