Te deseo lo mejor

Rebasa –otra vez- tu recuerdo. Te encarnas. ¿Qué decir?: Guardo mis suspiros para el Sol que desea flores.

Cambiaste mi rueda gris por un dulce sueño, salvaje pero llamaste a corrientes ensordecedoras. Eres una diferencia inquieta. Derivan pensamientos afligidos sin recuerdos. Mientras tanto, mis ojos cansados de solitarias noches velan demasiados silencios. Son cielos lejanos aquellos que abren regalos.

• ¿Inspiras mi nombre?
• No escribo cuando amo
   

Rocío, el hierro permanece entretejido. No reconstruyas lo roto, es lejos el susurro. Yo…ya, no estoy rodeado de ti. Habrá mares nuevos para los dos. Yo era tumba frágil y tú, arroyuelo de tomillo. Yo acantilado roto. Tú, silvestre hiedra. Yo, viento bajo, tú vino tinto juguetón. Yo, acuoso mayo, tu denso campo.

Te deseo lo mejor. Sigue dibujando tus de repentes.

Rafael Suárez

Cuando en ruinas, respiro.

Un azul tembloroso abre camino a un exuberante y vago rojo que observa mi sueño. Escapa -encantado- la conciencia. Anodino alcohol que anulas -burlesco-, mi mano opaca: Sombras ataviadas con acuosas mezclas de vino.

 

La brisa del mar no renuncia: Desnudo grillete roto, solitario barrote que verde y lento enjaulas mi alma. Agitas esta noche, jaula marchita, sombra llena de sombra, furtivo horizonte que golpeas muros. No hay ventanas rotas. No hay puertas. Solo el perfume de Rocío, me recuerda que estuvo en mi cama.

 

De nuevo, la marea, subió. Solitaria mar, que como cuchillo afilado, compañero tranquilo de camino, irrumpe en este atardecer.

 

Reflejo de crespón, hojas de arena proyectan seductores tributos al vivir.

 

Amor que cae, silencioso, en otra pendiente a través de un -todavía- orden que arrastra miradas, armaduras y ya, recuerdos. Duermo. Resuena, sueño mío, mi mejor amigo, que obedece, como estatua ofensiva a las mariposas obstinadas, ofreciendo recuerdos vivos de mi memoria presente, conocidos, amados y perdidos.

 

Acostumbro a no medir el reloj, es orilla de mar lo que amo, pero defiendo el olvido cuando en ruinas, respiro.

 

Rafael Suárez

Cuando en ruinas respiro.

Pink Floyd - Another Brick In The Wall

Sense of hopelessness

Modigliani

Cézanne

La lune mince verse une lueur sacrée

La lune mince verse une lueur sacrée,
Comme une jupe d'un tissu d'argent léger,
Sur les masses de marbre où marche et croit songer
Quelque vierge de perle une gaze nacrée.

Pour les cygnes soyeux qui frôlent les roseaux
De carènes de plume à demi lumineuse,
Sa main cueille et dispense une rose neigeuse
Dont les pétales font des cercles sur les eaux.

Délicieux désert, solitude pâmée,
Quand le remous de l'eau par la lune lamée
Compte éternellement ses échos de cristal,

Quel coeur pourrait souffir l'inexorable charme
De la nuit éclatante au firmament fatal,
Sans tirer de soi-même un cri pur comme une arme?

 

Paul Valéry

Même Féerie

Cunningham

Big Money’s Conquest of Democratic Party

 As Hillary Clinton finally clinches the Democratic nomination, the big question facing Democrats is: are they now the party of big money and elite special interests or will the Sanders’ revolt live on and grow, write Bill Moyers and Michael Winship.

By Bill Moyers and Michael Winship

Return with us now to the saga of Debbie Wasserman Schultz and the soul of the Democratic Party. First, a quick recap: Rep. Wasserman Schultz, D-Florida, chair of the Democratic National Committee, also has been an advocate for the payday loan industry. The website Think Progress even described her as the “top Democratic ally” of “predatory payday lenders.” You know — the bottom-feeding bloodsuckers of the working poor. Yes, them.

Low-income workers living from paycheck to paycheck, especially women and minorities, are the payday lenders’ prime targets — easy pickings because they’re often desperate. Twelve million Americans reportedly borrow nearly $50 billion a year through payday loans, at rates that can soar above 300 percent, sometimes even beyond 500 percent.

Bethany McLean at The Atlantic recently reported that the government’s Consumer Financial Protection Bureau (CFPB) studied millions of payday loans and found that “67 percent went to borrowers with seven or more transactions a year and that a majority of those borrowers paid more in fees than the amount of their initial loan.”

Yet when the CFPB was drawing up new rules to make it harder for payday predators to feast on the poor, Rep. Wasserman Schultz co-sponsored a bill to delay those new rules by two years. How, you ask, could the head of the party’s national committee embrace such an appalling exploitation of working people?

Just follow the money. Last year, the payday loan industry spent $3.5 million lobbying; and as we wrote two weeks ago, in Wasserman Schultz’s home state, since 2009, payday lenders have bought protection from Democrats and Republicans alike by contributing $2.5 million or so to candidates from both parties, including her. That’s how “Representative” Wasserman Schultz, among others, wound up representing the predators instead of the poor.

That position became a major issue in her campaign for reelection to the House this year — she has a primary opponent for the first time since she entered Congress — and was even threatening the prospect of her continuing as DNC chair and presiding over the Democratic National Convention next month in Philadelphia. More than 40,000 have signed a petition calling for her removal from that post.

She had become a symbol of the failure of Democratic elites to understand that there is an uprising in the land. Millions of Americans are rebelling against the leadership of both parties. They are fed up with inside-the-Beltway politicians who pay only lip service to the deep needs of everyday people and the country; fed up with incumbents who ask for their votes, are given them in good faith, and then return to Washington to do the bidding of the donor class and its lobbyists.

The GOP Revolt

Donald Trump gets it. He has roiled and humiliated and conquered an out-of-touch Republican establishment in Washington that also ignored the popular uprising against corporate domination and crony capitalism, and now GOP titans such as Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell and Speaker of the House Paul Ryan, spear carriers for Big Money, are being hauled around the talk-show circuit in Trump’s tumbrel, eating crow and swearing fealty to the misogynistic, bigoted and pathologically lying brute who bestrides their party.

Read more: https://consortiumnews.com/2016/06/08/big-moneys-conquest-of-democratic-party/

Hermoso. Hermoso hasta el dolor: Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Dylan Thomas