LA LUNA ASOMA
by Federico Garcia Lorca
(Ֆեդերիկո Գարսիա Լորկա)
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Cuando sale la luna
se pierden las campanas
y aparecen las sendas
impenetrables.
Cuando sale la luna,
el mar cubre la tierra
y el corazón se siente
isla en el infinito.
Nadie come naranjas
bajo la luna llena.
Es preciso comer,
fruta verde y helada.
Cuando sale la luna
de cien rostros iguales,
y la moneda de plata
solloza en el bolsillo.
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With the rising of the moon
the bells fall silent
and incredible pathways
appear.
With the rising of the moon,
the sea floods the land,
and the heart feels like
an island within infinity.
No one eats oranges
under the full moon’s light.
The fruit must be
green and frozen.
With the rising of the moon
and their hundred similar faces,
silver coins
sob inside pockets.
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Ընթացքում կը վերելք է լուսնի,
զանգերը պետք է դադարեցնի,
եւ անհավատալի
ճանապարհների կհայտնվի
Ընթացքում կը վերելք է լուսնի,
ծովի ջրհեղեղների հողը,
եւ սիրտը զգում նման
անվերջ կղզում.
Շրջանակներում լուսնի լույսի հետ,
ոչ ոք ուտում նարինջ.
Պտղից պետք է լինի
կանաչ եւ սառեցված.
Ընթացքում կը վերելք է լուսնի,
հարյուր նմանատիպ դեմքերին
արծաթե մետաղադրամներ
հեծկլտանք ներսում գրպանում.
memories of my ghost sista 
Again, a beutiful poem. And, again, not husband.
On my Way…
thank you! and you know it doesn’t really matter what images we use, it’s the thoughts we leave that count. and you and your husband’s thoughts are amazing!
It’s me…this is too strange. This woman, Wambui Bahati, a comedian, author (site and book – you don’t know crazy) writes us, and WordPress posts my wife or I, whoever was on last…so now we just co-comment on her amazing stuff. Intersting woman – paid inspirational speaker on menatl illnes, which she lived, and abuse, human rights issues, and Black women’s groups. But, due to WordPress’s failure to differentiate between us… Thanks for the amazing tag, since I so rarely get to feel amazing any more since I gave up the feeling of wooden stages vibrating with every stroke of my guitar strings, or every flow of tainted peace and warmth that comes from a properly filled needle.
Later…
Which is odd to me, since both of you have amazing art that you are constantly wowing me with. You two also make up 50% of the blogs I follow, because I don’t need to go roaming far away when I have brilliant words and photos right here at my finger tips =)
Now we’re having a group blush. I’m not used to praise or appreciation, and it always surprises. I’m not very graceful when complimented. I could get used to it though. And the wife has never put her art out for the world to comment on, so she is just baffled.
Later…
Yeah, I think what’s difficult for me about getting a compliment (and I try not to be as cynical as this might sound) is not really knowing 75% of the time if it’s sincere. By which I mean once Facebook launched the whole “like” button crap (of which every other social media site soon aped) it became very hard to determine if someone “liked” you just out social politeness (you like me, I like you) or if it was actually genuine praise. But when someone stops and spends the time to actually write something down, even if it is criticism — heh, then I’m happy since it took time out of their world to respond to a thought I had. That’s the best praise of all.
Exactly…the subject I’ve been exploring lately, and stepping on some like-aholics twisted sense of self-esteem.
Later…