BAR&ANKÁS BLOG

“To die does not enter the plans of the people: truth?”

This way one of the personages was asking of Cormac Mccarthy in the novel “All the beautiful horses”. Certainly neither the death of the dear persons nor that of one himself has capacity in the plans of the people, at most, and in case of bad saliva, is thought only about the death of the "enemy", of that they are considered to be “villains“; and not only it is thought but it is wished by ardor.

Perhaps sometimes one forgets that the birth is the beginning itself of the death, the beginning of the countdown. He was singing Meccano in one of his topics that “the geniuses must not die”. For tastes the colors, but I believe that the death of the geniuses is the one that in the end grants them the immortality.

One sees to the distant death, like a west that was not going to come and if it comes we wish it not to find us, to catch the neighbor, the near one or the distant one. The advantage of having her included in the plans is the possibility of saying goodbye with time, of preparing the farewell.

“There is always one tomorrow and the life gives us another opportunity to do the things well, but if I am wrong and today this is quite what we have left, I would like saying to you all that I love you, that I will never forget you. To read more …»

THE DISAPPOINTMENT

It is nine o'clock of the night and it still has not returned
His armchair is empty, the dinner is waiting for him.

You walk up and down nervous along his delay
Where it can be so late, that him can have happened.

Perhaps it is working, perhaps be very busy
This is the first night, it could have warned you.

The hours keep on happening, the dinner cools again
Tired of waiting you walk already to the bedroom.

You cannot give the eye, think that it will be coming
Suddenly the phone sounds, your nerves have destroyed you.

A voice to another side says to you: excuse me
Our love is a defeat I feel it it cannot be:

You have hung slowly, feel desire of crying
Now at your forty years the life must change.

You feel sad and tired and turn the sight behind
Almost twenty years ago a happy couple
Eternal love was sworn from this day up to the end.

The memories you crowd your eyes have already dried off
Tomorrow it will be another day but not … you do not want to think it

MARIAN

The Confidence is the  most important thing for me, well be in the love, the friendship, the family, in yourself; it is a sample inclusive of solidarity, the complicity, between other things … It is difficult to define the confidence, especially, why, it comes from the feeling, and the blind faith that you can have to a relative, friend, in the love and to you.

But when the confidence comes from the love, as you tell that you, you could not have the confidence of other, which happens, which it conceals, I do not see his look, of his mouth only excuses go out, and the truth omits it, later to throw it like thrusts, your family supports your error, after all, it is your family, and the confidence is mutual and the bond is very big inseparably, but the love is not, hardly he supports it, it is more a risk, really knowingly you can feel pain for the lost confidence or that you have never had, definitely the love is a risk and the pain sometimes cannot be avoided, the confidence is already lost. Likewise the friendship expresses itself, On the other hand you will always have that of your family without fear of never losing it. To read more …» Leer mas … »

Today I want to share with you the letter of this beautiful song of Rosana Arbelo and how not, the musician who accompanies it.
And how is life generous, also I want to share this phrase that said Small bell to Peter Pan in the peli … “ever never Looking”.

“Do you remember the place between the sleep and the wakefulness? This place in which the sleep is still remembered? There it is where I will always love you, Peter Pan. There it is where I will wait for your return.” Allí es donde esperaré tu regreso.”

You drink from me

You know that the love us swaggers
in time of the tide.
That even the heart dances to the sound.
That is a mature fruit in the spring.
That in winter us solea and of the heart the sun is born.

Love is the river from which I drink
in the source of your body
and you drink from my sleep and …

You drink from me when I kiss you.
You drink from me when I am far.
You drink from me when I love you.
And when I hate you, I am a love poison that you drink of me.

You know that the love gets excited us
free like the gulls.
That even the heart demolishes to the sound.

It is the firmament that two madmen see
that look at the eyes
And of the heart the sun shines.

That the night it does not confuse you.