Ernesto Cardenal – Al perderte yo a ti. Ernesto Cardenal – Al perderte yo a ti. Image may contain: text · K Likes39 Comments Shares. English (US). Ernesto Cardenal, escribió sus epigramas con resentimiento y adoración, para su musa: Claudia. Al perderte yo a ti, tú y yo hemos perdido: Yo, porque tú. By Ernesto Cardenal: Al perderte yo a ti, tú y yo hemos perdido. Yo, porque tú eras lo que yo más amaba, Y tú, porque yo era el que te.
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The quiet blue lake has the splendor of God.
Ernesto Cardenal – Epigramas (Claudia)
Me, because you were whom I loved the most. Magpies and fishes speak of God, and it is God who taught them their language. The bird chorus in the early morning sings to God. My latest travel session. The well is deep.
This morning, we were invited to come and sit with one of Nicaragua’s most famous poets, and I was invited to sing a song for him. For I can love another as I loved you, But no one will love you like I’ve loved you. I had an early evening, and thought you’d enjoy my friend, Paco Godoy’s beautiful arrangement of Ernesto Cardenal’s poem. For the time being we want no other creature to impress us, only God. God is everywhere, not just within us. The little calf mooing for its mother is also calling God, as is the lion who roars and the croaking frogs.
It’s a musical setting of one of his poems, and it was an honor.
The gentle dove coos for God and does not know it. We hear that call deep within us, as the lark hears its srnesto calling at daybreak, or Juliet hears Romeo whispering beneath her balcony.
Music sings this message in our ears, as the beautiful countryside communicates it to our eyes. Every woman is a carsenal at the well. He was sweet, gracious, wore a cool beret and crocs. And on one of those days, you may find yourself face to face with a 90 year old poet named Ernesto Cardenal.
The coyote howling in the night calls for God and so does the hooting owl. Other works by Ernesto Cardenal All things have no other reason for existing, no other meaning. Volcanoes, clouds, and trees shout about God. All human eyes have longing in them. From every creature God calls us. But sometimes God is sought where God cannot be found. Peri Longo, past Santa Barbara poet laureate, supports individuals in grief to express themselves through poetry. Hospice of Santa Barbara offesr eresto counseling, support groups, resources and community education meeting the emotional, social and spiritual carcenal of people facing or grieving the death of a loved one.
They can give us no satisfaction or pleasant beyond this, to stir in us the love of God. People of all races, children, the old, mothers, women in love, police officers, workers, adventurers, murderers, revolutionaries, dictators, and saints all have the same light of longing, the same deep fire, the same infinite desire for happiness and joy without end. Lyrics and translation below. All groups are free of charge and donations are gratefully accepted. Nicaragua – Day 11 – Leon! Cuando xl dorados jardines florecieron Nosotros dos estabamos enamorados Todavia guardan las rosas su aroma Y nosotros drnesto somos dos extranos.
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When I lost you, you and I both lost I, because you were what I loved the most And you, because I was the one who could love you most Between the it of us, you lose more than me. Hospice of Santa Barbara Compassionate Care, Freely Given Hospice of Santa Barbara offesr free counseling, support groups, resources and community education meeting the emotional, social and spiritual needs of people facing or grieving the death of a loved one.
As the kingfisher was made to fish and the humming bird to suck nectar from flowers, so we were made for contemplation and the love of God. Following that, we went to the city center in Managua to have a musical exchange with the Municipal Band.
Ernesto Cardenal – Epigramas (Claudia) – dispoética
Lovers and poets as well as monks in prayer also cry to God. That would be my day today.
All creation calls God, in all its many languages. Within every one of us there is the same cry and the ernestl thirst. They are outbursts of love. You, because I was the one, you most loved, But out of the two of us, you end up losing more, I can go on and love the way I loved you, but no Is ever going to love you, the way I loved you.
Woods, deserts, the sea, and the starry sky were made for contemplation. And tonight – I leave you with this. Anyway – that was the start of my pedrerte.
Every human action, even sin, is a search for God.