Poema a la Clase Media - Mario Benedetti

Clase media
medio rica
medio culta
entre lo que cree ser y lo que es
media una distancia medio grande
Desde el medio mira medio mal
a los negritos
a los ricos
a los sabios
a los locos
a los pobres
Si escucha a un Hitler
medio le gusta
y si habla un Che
medio también
En el medio de la nada
medio duda
como todo le atrae
(a medias)
analiza hasta la mitad
todos los hechos
y
(medio confundida)
sale a la calle con media cacerola
entonces medio llega a importar
a los que mandan
(medio en las sombras)
a veces, solo a veces, se dá cuenta
(medio tarde)
que la usaron de peón
en un ajedrez que no comprende
y que nunca la convierte en Reina
Así, medio rabiosa
se lamenta
(a medias)
de ser el medio del que comen otros
a quienes no alcanza a entender
ni medio.

EL PODER DE LA CONSTANCIA. Dr Abel Albino.

lo que no logres hoy quizá mañana lo lograras, no es tiempo todavía...
nunca en el término de un día madura el fruto ni la espiga grana...
no son jamas en la labor humana vano el afan ni inutil la porfía...
el que con fe y valor lucha y confía, los mayores obstaculos allana...
Insiste y persevera que en el mundo, nada es jamas inutil ni infecundo,
para el poder de Dios o de la idea...
hasta la esteril y deforme roca es manantial cuando Moises la toca
y estatua cuando Fidias la golpea...

QUIENES SON LOS MUERTOS? Fragmento Dr Abel Albino Director Fundacion CONIN

quienes son los muertos entonces?
No son los muertos los que en dulce calma la paz disfrutan de la tumba fria...
Muertos son los que tienen muerta el alma y viven todavía...
No son los muertos, no, los que reciben rayos de luz en sus despojos yertos...
Los que viven con honra son los vivos, los que viven sin honra, son los muertos...
La vida no es la vida que vivimos, la vida es el honor y es el recuerdo...
por eso hay muertos que en el mundo viven,
y hombres que viven en el mundo muertos...

NOSTALGIA de Ernesto Cardenal

al perderte yo a ti
tu y yo hemos perdido.
yo, por que tu eras
lo que mas amaba.
tu, porque yo era
el que te amaba mas,

pero de nosotros dos,
tu pierdes mas que yo,
porque yo podré amar a otros
como te amaba a ti,
pero a tí no te amarán
como te amaba yo.

SONETO

si para recobrar lo recobrado,
debí perder primero lo perdido,
Si para conseguir lo conseguido
tuve que soportar lo soportado.

Si para estar enamorado,
fue necesario haber estado herido,
tengo por bien sufrido lo sufrido,
tengo por bien llorado lo llorado.

por que despues de todo he comprobado,
que no se goza bien lo gozado
sino despues de haberlo padecido.

porque despues de todo he comprobado
que lo que el arbol tiene de florido
vive de lo que tiene sepultado...

WEAR SUNSCREEN!

"Everyone is Free" (to use sun screen)
(Written by Chicago newspaper columnist, Mary Schmich -- recently recorded with music by Baz Luhrmann)

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '99:
Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.

Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded away.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future.

Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.

Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees.
You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40,
maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

(Brother and sisters will make it truth... )

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.

And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young
prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble
and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CVB8YSOLK4

Wear SUNSCREEN!

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…
the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry,
maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll have children,
maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll divorce at 40,
maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…
what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either
– your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance…

even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia,
dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

Letters to a young poet

"...I would like to beg you, dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer..." . Rilke

"pensar, esperar y ayunar..." "SIDDHARTA" H.HESSE.

"si echas una piedra al agua, ésta se precipita hasta el fondo por
el camino más rápido. Lo mismo ocurre cuando Siddharta tiene un fin, cuando se propone algo.
Siddharta no hace nada, sólo espera, piensa, ayuna, sin hacer nada, sin moverse: se deja llevar, se
deja caer. Su meta le atrae, pues él no permite que entre en su alma nada que pueda contrariar su
objetivo. Eso es lo que Siddharta ha aprendido de los samanas. Es lo que los necios llaman magia y
creen que es obra de demonios. Nada es obra de los malos espíritus, éstos no existen. Cualquiera
puede ejercer la magia si sabe pensar, esperar, ayunar."

withoutaname

volar... salirse de la prision de carne y huesos...
fundirse en una nube...
teñirse de sol...
subirse a una brisa...
renunciar a toda razón hasta vaciarse de contenido...
mirar la eternidad desde el transcurso de una tarde perezosa...

Por quien doblan las campanas.

"..Nadie es una isla en si mismo, cada hombre es un pedazo del continente, una parte de la tierra; si el mar se lleva una porción de tierra, toda Europa queda disminuída, como si fuera un promontorio, o la casa de uno de tus amigos, o la tuya propia; la muerte de cualquier hombre me disminuye, por que estoy ligado a la humanidad; y por consiguiente, nunca hagas preguntar por quién doblan las campanas; doblan por ti."

DEMIAN

"No soy un hombre que sabe. He sido un hombre que busca y lo soy aùn, pero no busco ya en las estrellas ni en los libros: comienzo a escuchar las enseñanzas que mi sangre murmura en mi. Mi historia no es agradable; sabe a insensatez y a confusión, a locura y a ensueño, como la vida de todos los hombres que no quieren mentirse a si mismos..
La vida de todo hombre es un camino hacia si mismo., la tentativa de un camino, la huella de un sendero. Ningun hombre ha sido nunca por completo él mismo; pero todos aspiran a llegar a serlo, oscuramente unos, mas claramente otros, cada uno como puede. Todos llevan consigo, hasta el fin viscosidades y cascaras de huevo del mundo primordial. Alguno no llegará jamas a ser hombre, y sigue sindo rana, ardilla u hormiga. Otro es hombre de medio cuerpo arriba y el resto pez. Pero cada uno es un impulso de la Naturaleza hacia el hombre. Todos tenemos origenes comunes: las madres; todos venimos de la misma sima, pero cada uno -tentativa e impulso desde lo hondo- tiende a su propio fin. Podemos comprendernos unos a otros, solo a si mismo puede interpretarse cada uno"

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Llegué a la peligrosa conclusión que te necesito. Lamento informártelo. Si no estás de acuerdo, si te parece una mala idea, es sólo mi problema....

EL LOBO ESTEPARIO.

"...Érase una vez un individuo, de nombre Harry, llamado el lobo estepario. Andaba en
dos pies, llevaba vestidos y era un hombre, pero en el fondo era, en verdad, un lobo
estepario. Había aprendido mucho de lo que las personas con buen entendimiento
pueden aprender, y era un hombre bastante inteligente. Pero lo que no había aprendido
era una cosa: a estar satisfecho de sí mismo y de su vida. Esto no pudo conseguirlo.
Acaso ello proviniera de que en el fondo de su corazón sabía (o creía saber) en todo
momento que no era realmente un ser humano, sino un lobo de la estepa....". HERMANN HESSE

LA INSOPORTABLE LEVEDAD DEL SER

"...De pronto tuvo la clara sensación que no podría sobrevivir a la muerte de ella. Se acostaría a su lado y querría morir con ella. Conmovido por esa imagen hundió en ese momento la cara en la almohada junto a la cabeza de ella y permaneció así durante mucho tiempo.... ....Y le dio pena que en una situación como aquella, en la que un hombre de verdad sería capaz de tomar inmediatamente una decisión, él dudase, privando así de su significado al momento mas hermoso que había vivido jamas..." TOMAS. LA INSOPORTABLE LEVEDAD DEL SER. MILAN KUNDERA

aqui y ahora...

... pensaba que, de alguna forma que no lograba descifrar, habia una relacion entre lo que era su alma, y lo que en su cara todos podian ver...

PERFUME

" hay en el perfume una fuerza de persuasión mas fuerte que las palabras, el destello de las miradas, los sentimientos y la voluntad..." Giuseppe Baldini. El perfume. (Patrick Süskind)