Despeinados, descalzos, ciegos.

Juntos.

Escapemos juntos.

Que el viento intente detenernos de los cabellos,

que los dientes de león nos hagan zancadillas,

que el sol nos ciegue el camino.

 No importa si estamos juntos.

Despeinados,

descalzos,

ciegos,

huyamos hacia el borde rugiente de espuma y sal,

y saltemos desplegando las alas

remontadas en pasión.

Y ya sin miedo,

 caigamos en ese abismo…

 

… juntos.

Poem and illustration by Viviana Gomez - May 07, 2013

Abrazos Prestados



Photo by Viviana Gomez - All rights reserved



¡Jamás volveré!

vine por mis abrazos

eran prestados...

By Hebeblue - 16-06-02

Haiku: is a very short form of Japanese poetry typically characterised by three qualities:

• The essence of haiku is the juxtaposition of two images or ideas and a kireji ("cutting word") between them. 
• Traditional haiku consist of 17 sylables  in three phrases of 5, 7 and 5 on respectively. 
• A kigo (seasonal reference), usually drawn from a saijiki, an extensive but defined list of such words. The majority of kigo, but notall, are drawn from the natural world. This, combined with the origins of haiku in pre-industrial Japan, has led to the inaccurate impression that haiku are necessarily nature poems

The Fifth Chair is in France!

Story by Ivanna Lopez Gomez,12, based on the painting by Chris Van Allsburg, for a project in her school.

TITLE: The Seven Chairs CAPTION: “The fifth one ended up in France.” From the book:  “ The Mysteries of Harris Burdick”

Chapter 1

“It’s the fifth floating chair!” – said a man running out of the church. You could tell that he was traumatized just by looking at his face. It was all dirty as if he fell in dirt when he was running. He looked like he was crying out. He was too weak to make a tear. As he ran past me I could smell his sweat from running so fast. I went inside to see what was going on.

It was 1809. There had been a floating chair in 5 countries now. First was England. Then Spain. Then Germany. Then the United Stated. Now France.

As I was running inside the church, I heard millions of screams. I saw people running as if there was a horrible creature chasing them. I smelled the delicious food people dropped in fight. I tasted people anticipation to get out and mine to see what’s going on. I felt the wind coming from the church windows.

I stopped. I saw 2 men simply standing peacefully. Other then those 2 no one was there. I looked up. I saw a floating chair. But for the first time ever someone was sitting on the floating chair.

Accomplice Pride

Photo by Viviana Gomez - All rights reserved

We are on our way before the city is complete awake. The air is crispy, new and fresh, anticipating a hot day that is not there yet. Everything is goldish bright, tinted with long shadows.

We are in the middle of downtown but we take the short cut through the parks and we feel like walking in a forest full of marvellous things ready to be discovered. The water sprinklers are finishing its last round and we dance a giggling dance to avoid get wet. One of the sprinklers is hitting a garbage can. “It is the cleanest garbage can of the city” – I say and he laughs.  The squirrels are following us from a shy distance hopping we have something for them, but we have nothing in the morning. When we come back, the rest of our lunches and snacks will be for them, for sure.

In the second park we spot a red winged black bird. We approach silently trying to get as close at it as possible. Finally the bird flies away showing us its beautiful red wings and he wows. We always see the same guy sitting in the same bench, working in his iPad and sometimes talking to his iPad; a lady practicing her movements of Tai Chi Chuan; the runners in colourist outfit; and the bikers in rude speed passing by too close.

And at the end of the last park we come across another parent in his way to drop his son to his summer camp. And I and the parent smile each other recognizing us in an accomplice pride.

by Viviana Gomez - July 23, 2012

De Contadora a Tarotista

by Viviana Gomez Julio 01, 2012

La pregunta no es quien ha experimentado algún fenómeno paranormal, sino quien no lo ha hecho.

Hace algunos meses vengo investigando el auge del fenómeno paranormal dividido entre la puja de escépticos y creyentes. Los dos pueden ser cerrados en sus opiniones y creencias, acusando a unos de fraude y a otros de necios, y es en este conflicto en  donde más aprendo.

Así fue que tuve la suerte de ser presentada con Ariana, gracias a una amiga en común. Ariana (prefirió no publicar su apellido) es una profesional que cuenta con la particularidad de haber sido una racional contadora y luego psicóloga para transformarse en una tarotista astróloga que ahora utiliza el arte de las mancias para ayudar a la gente. ¿Cómo fue su transición de un mundo tan racional a otro lleno de magia? Aquí lo cuenta:

Para mayor información sobre Ariana o para contactarse con ella lo pueden hacer via email a manualespiritual@gmail.com

¿Exactamente a que te dedicas?

Soy tarotista, pero justamente no muchas veces lo digo porque no siempre tiene buena recepción, esto tiene que ver con la cultura, no?

Generalmente me presento como astrologa, yo soy astrologa, tranquista o terapias alternativas. Porque dentro de lo que este tema esta más aceptado, pero yo me presento generalmente así y a mí me buscan por el Tarot.

Regreso

Posted 23rd April by manualespiritual

Cuando ya no permita que cualquiera,
se haga dueño del perdón de mis errores.
Cuando no deje que la luz de mis virtudes,
encandile la verdad de mis defectos.
Cuando no pueda imaginarme una palabra,
que mis labios no se atrevan a decirte.
Y soñar no sea un esfuerzo.
Y desear, no pueda herirte.
Sabre que has regresado junto al árbol,
bajo el que me perdí ni bien partiste.