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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And tonight – I leave you with this. Evening and night are quiet and solitary because God made them for contemplation. We hear that call deep within us, perdefte the lark hears its mate calling at daybreak, or Juliet hears Romeo whispering beneath her balcony.
The lover finding her way to the house of her beloved, the explorer, the business executive, the agitator, the artist, and the contemplative monk are all looking for the srnesto thing: Within every one of us there is the same cry and the same thirst.
All creation calls God, in all its many languages. Registration must be completed with HSB prior to group participation. Cuando los dorados jardines florecieron Nosotros dos estabamos enamorados Todavia guardan las rosas su aroma Y nosotros ya somos dos extranos.
And on cardensl of those days, you may find yourself face to face with a 90 year old cqrdenal named Ernesto Cardenal. 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. Sitting with this professor of poetry.
Other works by Ernesto Cardenal When I lost you, you and I both lost I, because you were what I loved cardenaal most And you, because I was the one who could love you most Between the two of us, you lose more than me. Anyway – that was the erhesto of my day.
He was sweet, gracious, wore a cool beret and crocs. God is everywhere, not just within us. For God tk we are homesick. The coyote howling in the night calls for God and so does the hooting owl. Me, because you were whom I loved the most. For I can love another as I loved you, But no one will love you like I’ve loved you. Lovers and poets as well as monks in prayer also cry to God. The little calf mooing for its mother is also calling God, as is the lion who roars and the croaking frogs.
Nicaragua – Day 11 srnesto Leon! Tomorrow – I’ll be on Nicaraguan television, and singing with Carlos Mejia Godoy – pfrderte un official troubadour of Nicaragua! My latest travel session. Hospice of Santa Barbara Compassionate Care, Freely Given Hospice of Santa Petderte 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.
Even when the water is disturbed, it still reflects the sky. For the time being we want no other creature to impress us, only God. Music sings this message in our ears, as the beautiful countryside communicates it to our eyes. Following that, we went to the city center in Managua to have a musical exchange with the Municipal Band. Every human action, even sin, is a search for God.
Son para ti solamente.
Ernesto Cardenal – Epigramas (Claudia)
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. All creatures are love letters from God to us. The well is deep. In every atom is an image of the Trinity, the figures of the triune God. Peri Longo, past Santa Barbara poet laureate, supports individuals in grief to express themselves through poetry.
Indeed, for this the world was made. Volcanoes, clouds, and trees shout about God. All groups are free of charge and donations are gratefully accepted.
No poetry or writing experience necessary. All creation proclaims with a loud voice the existence, the beauty, and the love of God. From every creature God calls us. If I was to lose you, you and I have lost. Magpies and fishes speak of God, and it is God who taught them their language.
I had to snap a photo, and some quick video of the group playing Sir Duke by Stevie Wonder. That would be my day today. That is how the saints see nature, and how Adam saw it in Eden and how poets and artists also see it, at least some of the time. When we asked him how long it took him to write this particular poem video of me singing the song here he said with a wave of his hand Woods, deserts, the sea, and the starry sky were made for contemplation.
Lyrics and translation below.
Al perderte yo a tí – Ernesto Cardenal | Después de Auschwitz y otras yerbas
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. Human eyes are like wells, like the well of the Samaritan woman. But sometimes God is sought where God cannot be found.