
porque los sueños son ilusiones
Un águila planea en el firmamento
El águila descubre su silencio
We travel in our interior world meditating
looking for an existential reason...
We are the sad figure of the sad walker
riding by life!
We travel longing for happiness
as the sweet aroma spread by a flower…
We are the figure of the rose and its thorns
harmonizing beauty and love!
We travel as the wind in immensity,
looking for dreams in the stars...
We are the silence in the horizon
contemplating the way of infinity!
We travel as the intense rain
nourishing thoughts in the world...
We are plants with deep charisma
with soft living resonances!
Between one idea and another
a strengthened thought sprouts;
between one sigh and another
a deep feeling is born;
between one feeling and another
strengthened love gets at dawn;
between one stare and another
illusion shines bright;
between one fantasy and another
a word flows full of life;
between one pause and another
the value of silence flowers;
between silence and silence
the depth of my being emerges;
between listening and listening
silence speaks;
between one word and another
the discourse of being is born;
between the rain and the sun
the rainbow vibrates
embracing my solitude
with the beam of light into my being.
By L. I. Rodriguez
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Entre una idea y otra
brota un pensamiento fortalecido;
entre un suspiro y otro
nace un profundo sentimiento;
entre un sentimiento y otro
amanece fortalecido el amor;
entre una mirada y otra
resplandece una ilusión;
entre una fantasía y otra
mana la palabra llena de vida;
entre una pausa y otra
florece el valor del silencio;
entre el silencio y el silencio
surge la profundidad de mi ser;
entre escucha y escucha
el silencio habla;
entre una palabra y otra
nace el discurso del ser;
entre la lluvia y el sol
vibra el arco iris
abrazando mi soledad
con el haz de luz dentro de mi ser.
Por Luis I. Rodríguez