Monday, July 28, 2008

La Vita Nuova

At that moment I say truly that the vital spirit, that which lives in the most secret chamber of the heart began to tremble so violently that I felt it fiercely in the least pulsation, and, trembling, it uttered these words: ‘Ecce deus fortior me, qui veniens dominabitur michi: 

Behold a god more powerful than I, who, coming, will rule over me.’ At that moment the animal spirit, that which lives in the high chamber to which all the spirits of the senses carry their perceptions, began to wonder deeply at it, and, speaking especially to the spirit of sight, spoke these words: ‘Apparuit iam beatitudo vestra: Now your blessedness appears.’ At that moment the natural spirit, that which lives in the part where our food is delivered, began to weep, and weeping said these words: ‘Heu miser, quia frequenter impeditus ero deinceps!: Oh misery, since I will often be troubled from now on!’

-Dante

I love how he captures the feeling of love.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Psalms 4: 7-8

You have put gladness in my heart,
More than when their grain and new wine abound.
In peace I will both lie down and sleep,
For You alone, O LORD, make me to dwell in safety.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Fruit


Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it abides in the vine, so neither can you unless you abide in Me.
(John 15:4)

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Un Rancho y Un Lucero

Un día ?¡primero Dios!?
has de quererme un poquito.
Yo levantaré el ranchito
en que vivamos los dos.

¿Que más pedir? Con tu amor,
mi rancho, un árbol, un perro,
y enfrente el cielo y el cerro
y el cafetalito en flor...

Y entre aroma de saúcos,
un zenzontle que cantará
y una poza que copiará
pajaritos y bejucos.

Lo que los pobres queremos,
lo que los pobres amamos,
eso que tanto adoramos
porque es lo que no tenemos...

Con sólo eso, vida mía;
con sólo eso:
con mi verso, con tu beso,
lo demás nos sobraría...

Porque no hay nada mejor
que un monte, un rancho, un lucero,
cuando se tiene un "Te quiero"
y huele a sendas en flor...

Alfredo Espino
Poeta Salvadoreño