Forgiveness, by María Popova

FORGIVENESS
by Maria Popova

May the tide
never tire of its tender toil
how over and over
it forgives the Moon
the daily exile
and returns to turn
mountains into sand
         as if to say,
you too can have
this homecoming
you too possess
this elemental power
of turning
the stone in the heart
into golden dust.

Lover´s cross (J Croce)

Lover's Cross



They all said it was bound to happen
Was as just a matter of time
Now I've come to my decision
And it's one of the painful kind
Well, it seems that you wanted a martyr
Just a regular girl wouldn't do
Now baby, I can't hang on a lover's cross for you

I really got to hand it to you
Boy you really tried
But for every time that we spent laughing
There were two times that I cried
'Cause I never was much of a martyr before,
And I ain't gonna start nothing new
Oh baby, I can't hang on a lover's cross for you

Tables are meant for turning
And people are bound to change
Bridges are meant for burning
When people and memories aren't one and the same

Still I hope that you can find another
Who could take what I could not
She would have to be a supergirl
Or maybe a Joan of Arc
Now I never was much of a martyr before
And I ain't gonna start nothing new
Oh baby, I can't hang on a lover's cross for you
I won't hang upon a lover's cross for you, oh baby
I can't hang upon a lover's cross for you

Tables are meant for turning
And people are bound to change
Bridges are meant for burning
When people and memories aren't one and the same

Still I hope that you can find another
Who could take what I could not
She would have to be a supergirl
Or maybe a Joan of Arc
Now I never was much of a martyr before
And I ain't gonna start nothing new
No baby, I can't hang on a lover's cross for
I won't hang upon a lover's cross, no baby
I can't hang upon a lover's cross for you

Esta canción se la he escuchado también a una cantante folk canadiense, Melanie Safka

Desde la terraza de la Tate Modern de Londres

Este es un poema de James Fenton (hecho por encargo para la inauguración de la Tate Modern). En la imagen, el puente del milenio, de Foster, y al fondo la catedral de san Pablo.



This turbine hall, these galleries of light
Are freighted with a purpose and a power.
This bridge is like a contract, and this tower
Evidence of a legacy, a right.

Massive with possibility they stand
Open to such surprise as may exist
Deep in the pulse, the chambers of the heart;
Exacting fresh precision from the hand,
Risk in the brush, resilience in the wrist,
New thoughts to paint, new passions to impart.