Showing posts with label Alicante. Show all posts
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Oh! The Places You’ll Go!


Oh! The Places You’ll Go!
by the incomparable Dr. Seuss

"Congratulations! Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.

And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets.
Look’em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.
And you may not find any you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town.
It’s opener there in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.
Oh! The Places You’ll Go!
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.


You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters?

Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind [...]."

Nos vemos a la vuelta de mi Memorial trip. Continuará...

Thursday, May 07, 2009

Sobre el presente



“Tenía otro motivo para enseñarme este libro

Bajo el retrato, y con su letra espasmódica, burbujeante, ha escrito unas palabras. Y con estas palabras, un acontecimiento histórico en su vida.

Leo en las guardas:

¡SE ACABÓ EL MECHÓN! París, 12 de mayo de 1945


Su célebre mechón negro, que se escapaba de su sombrero de estudiante espantando a su familia, negra ala de cuervo cien veces dibujada, caricaturizada, esculpida, que virando bruscamente sobre el extremo derecho caía sobre la frente barriendo con su puñal el ojo izquierdo, para remontarse poco a poco por la sién, este mechón, había desaparecido, sin duda, hacía tiempo. No quedaban más que algunos cabellos esparcidos, simbólicos, incapaces de disimular la calvicie, pero que él conservaba y cuidaba como vestigios de su juventud. Hasta esta mañana no ha sido capaz de romper con un tiempo ya pasado, enterrando solemnemente el muerto mechón en un libro de Mallarmé.

PICASSO.- No se puede ser y haber sido. ¿Cuando me vas a hacer una foto sin mechón?”

"Conversaciones con Picasso". Brassaï


Gracias Iván, por enseñarme a ser...