1.

Educate without a scale less,

decorated by water.
I put every day
Gabriel Celaya
not just feet on the plate,
Educate is the same but the elbows, the kidneys,
than putting an engine on a boat… the lyre, the soul, the shotgun.
You have to measure, think, I don't know what to do with my
balance... hands
and put everything into motion. and I have thought about coming
But for that, without them,
one has to carry in the soul but where do I put the ring?
a little marine... What terrifying uncertainty!
a bit of a pirate... And then I don't know anyone.
a bit of a poet... I don't remember their last names.
and a kilo and a half of I think I know you.
concentrated patience. Aren't you a smuggler?
But it is comforting to dream, And you lady are not the lover
while one works, of the alcoholic poet
that that ship, that child, who walked incessantly,
will go very far through the water. aimlessly along the ledges?
To dream that that ship He flew because he had wings.
will carry our load of words And you continue terrestrial.
towards distant ports, towards I wish I had delivered it
distant islands. like a widowed Indian to a large
Dream that, when one day brazier,
our own boat is sleeping, Couldn't we burn it now?
on new ships it will continue It would be palpitating!
our flag raised. Again in an Embassy
I fell in love with a brunette,
2. About my bad education He didn't want to get naked there,
and I rebuked him harshly:
you are crazy, wild statue,
Pablo Neruda
How can you be dressed?
They banished me harshly
Which is which, what is the how?
from that and other meetings,
Who knows how to behave?
if by mistake I approached
What naturals are the fishes!
They closed windows and doors.
They never seem out of place.
I then walked with gypsies
Guests are at sea
and with conjurers,
and they dress correctly
with sailors without a ship,
with fishermen without fish, but (translation by Amal Haddad,
they all had rules, University of Granada)
inconceivable protocols
and my regrettable upbringing Yo
It brought me bad consequences. Walking around the huge classroom I
That's why I don't go and I don't ask;
come, And a pretty nun in a white veil
I don't dress or go naked, answers:
I threw the forks into the well, Children learn to write and sing,
spoons and knives. They learn to read and listen to
I only smile to myself, history,
I don't ask intrusive questions To cut and sew, and to work with
and when they come looking for me, care
with great honor, to the banquets, Following modernity – children's
I send my clothes, my shoes, eyes
my shirt with my hat, In a passing moment they stare in
but still they are not satisfied: amazement at
I went without a tie in my suit. A smiling middle-aged civil servant.
So to clear up doubts II
I decided to live an honest life I dream of Leda's legendary body,
of the most active laziness, bent over
I purified my intentions, About a disconcerting fire, a story
I went out to eat with myself that she
and so I was left speechless. Told of a cruel reproach, or a trivial
Sometimes he takes me out dancing, event
but without great enthusiasm, That transformed days of childhood
and I go to bed alone, without innocence into tragedy-
desire, He counted, and I felt as if our two
so as not to get the wrong room. beings merged
Goodbye because I'm coming. In a sphere of young compassion,
Good morning, I'm leaving quickly. To transform Plato's parable into an
When you want to see me you allegory
already know: Of yolks and whites living under the
look for me where I am not same roof.
and if they have time and mouth left SAW
over His current image floats into my
You can talk to my portrait. mind –
3. Before the eyes of the school I wonder if the finger of the
children Quattrocento engendered her!
With sunken cheeks as if he had
drunk the wind
William Butler Yeats
And if to kill hunger they gave him a
chaos of shadows in exchange! Nor is beauty born from its own
I too once had adorable wings hopelessness,
Although never like Leda's – enough Not even sleepy wisdom is born
of this, from midnight fuel.
Better smile all this smile, and show Oh chestnut trees! With deep-rooted
That there's a kind of nice old flowers,
scarecrow there. Are you the leaf, the flower or the
SAW trunk?
Plato thought that nature is just Oh body subjected to music! Oh
foam that plays sparkling gaze!
On a spectral paradigm of objects; How does the dancer distinguish
The soldier Aristotle played marbles himself from dance?
Upon the feet of the King of Kings; 4. The rural teacher
The famous one with his golden Gabriela Mistral
thigh, Pythagoras Master was pure. "The gentle
He played with a violin or strings gardeners," he said,
What the stars sang and the «of this property, which is Jesus'
indifferent Muses heard: property,
Old clothes on top of old branches They must keep their eyes and
to scare away a bird. hands pure,
VII "Keep your oil paintings clear, to
Nuns and mothers, both worship give clear light."
images, The Teacher was poor. His kingdom
But those who light the candles are is not human.
not like those (So in the painful sower of Israel.)
That revive the dreams of mothers, He wore brown skirts, his hand did
But they keep a marble or bronze not have jewelry
statue standing. and his whole spirit was an
However, they also break hearts – immense joy!
Oh Olam! The Master was cheerful. Poor
May passion, piety and affection wounded woman!
know him, His smile was a way to mourn with
And that all the glory of paradise kindness.
symbolizes – Over the broken and reddened
O self-engendering scoffers of the sandal,
being of man! such a smile, the distinguished
VIII flower of his holiness.
The effort is blooming and dancing Sweet being! In its mighty river of
in place honey,
Where the body is not hurt to satisfy He long watered his tigers with
the soul. pain!
The irons that opened his generous Like a full glass, my soul was made
chest to pour seed pearls on humanity;
The sockets of love left him wider! and his human life was the wide gap
Oh, peasant, whose son learned that the Father usually opens to
from his lip shed clarity.
the hymn and the prayer, you never That is why even the dust of their
saw the brilliance bones sustains
of the captive star that burned in purple rose bushes of violent flame.
their flesh: And the gravekeeper, like an aroma,
You passed without kissing her tells me, the
heart in flower! plants of the one who imprints his
Peasant, do you remember that you bones, as he passes!
ever turned on 5. When things go wrong
your name to a brutal or trivial Rudyard Kipling
comment? When things go wrong
You looked at her a hundred times, as they sometimes go,
you never saw her when I offer your way
and in your son's lot, there is more It's just a hill to climb
of her than of you! when you have little money
She passed through him her fine, her but a lot to pay,
delicate esteva, and you need to smile
opening furrows where perfection even having to cry,
can be housed. when the pain overwhelms you and
The dawn of virtues that slowly you can no longer suffer,
snows rest maybe you should
its yours. Peasant, don't you ask for but never give up!
forgiveness? Rudyard Kipling
Its cleft oak gave shade through a Behind the shadows of doubt
jungle now silver, now gloomy,
the day death invited her to leave. triumph may well arise
Thinking that her mother was not the failure you feared,
waiting for her asleep, and it is not due to your ignorance
to the Deep-Eyed One he gave imagine how close
himself without resisting. there may be the good that you long
And in his God he has fallen asleep, for
like a cushion of the moon; and that you judge so far away.
pillow of his temples, a Fight, no matter how much you have
constellation; in the struggle to suffer,
The Father sings his lullabies for when everything is worse,
her the more we must insist.
and peace rains long on his heart! If in the fight destiny knocks you
down,
If everything in your path is uphill,
If your smile is satisfied longing,
If there is excessive work and vile
harvest,
If your flow is opposed by dams,
Give yourself a break, but don't give
up!