Mira la tenue línea
que separa al cielo del agua.
Escucha el rumor marino
que llega del horizonte.
Siente el suave viento
deslizarse cálido
sobre tu piel.
Todo está allí
porque tú lo has deseado.
Es tuyo.
©1993 PSR
miércoles, 24 de noviembre de 2010
miércoles, 17 de noviembre de 2010
DEFINICIONES
La verdad
esa, la nuestra
la total
contundente
de cada quien.
Cuánto necesitamos
vivirla
sentirla
saberla real.
Deseamos
con cada impulso del espíritu
expresarla
compartirla
desbordando los poros
moviéndose como huracán
en cada soplo de aliento
estrella que se refleja
en mil puntos de nuestra mirada.
¡Cómo quisiéramos decirlo todo
y que el alma
al fin tenga paz!
Son muchas cosas...
tantas, que no caben
en ningún espacio físico.
No es fácil
encontrar las palabras adecuadas
para definirla...
Sucede a menudo
y nos quedamos
sin poder explicar
...pero está allí
flotando en el aire.
©2010 PSR
esa, la nuestra
la total
contundente
de cada quien.
Cuánto necesitamos
vivirla
sentirla
saberla real.
Deseamos
con cada impulso del espíritu
expresarla
compartirla
desbordando los poros
moviéndose como huracán
en cada soplo de aliento
estrella que se refleja
en mil puntos de nuestra mirada.
¡Cómo quisiéramos decirlo todo
y que el alma
al fin tenga paz!
Son muchas cosas...
tantas, que no caben
en ningún espacio físico.
No es fácil
encontrar las palabras adecuadas
para definirla...
Sucede a menudo
y nos quedamos
sin poder explicar
...pero está allí
flotando en el aire.
©2010 PSR
viernes, 12 de noviembre de 2010
THE TRICKED TAMER
Three teamed teacher thieves that tugged two threads tore the thing terribly, turning the tides twenty times. Then, Tom the teen thug talked timidly, though thoroughly, telling them to tame themselves. Tardy target Tim tapped tasteless through the tidy tearoom, tripping theatrically, thinking the three thieves tried to throw the threads to tickle the tiger tilting tediously toward Tom. Trying to trespass the triangular terrace, Tim tragically trampled the trapped tiger that transpired traumatically through the tiny, trembling, tasteless tongue that trickled, thawing ten thousand titillating tears, tingling the tiger’s twitching tail that twisted Tom’s throat twice.
©2010 PSR
©2010 PSR
ANTILLES MIDDLE SCHOOL, NOV. 2010
good morning everyone, my name is patricia schaefer röder and i am a writer.
recently, i published a book (in spanish) with short stories about the problems and conflicts that city people suffer, and the need for them to return to nature in order to feel good again.
those are my stories, the stories that i want to tell.
everybody has something to tell, and in fact, we are constantly telling things to the people around us. since we don’t live isolated from the rest of the world, we have to interact with those who are next to us. we become tellers and listeners, emitters and receivers. we have many possibilities to express ourselves; we can dance, make music (or noise), paint, design something, make a sculpture, build, make a video, take photos, talk, write…
the only thing that we actually need in order to tell something is an audience. and nowadays, with the internet, the whole world can be our audience! we can upload anything on the web: videos, music, photos and writings, and put it into the public domain. we stay connected with everyone through cell phones, twitter, youtube, facebook, myspace, and obviously regular telephones, mail and e-mail. every time we use one of those resources, we tell someone something, either about ourselves or about someone else. we can tell what we want, what we dislike, what we are doing, what we will do, what we did and what we didn’t do and why.
when we write, we tell things that move us in some way, and we tell them in our own way. sometimes we write only for ourselves, acting as the teller and the listener at the same time, like when we keep a diary. in doing this, we can even explore and figure out our problems, because we will have to understand the issue in order to write about it. usually, when we finish those writings, we feel much better and know that we are closer to a solution.
when we do creative writing, we can deal with different conflicts and points of view. it’s very interesting because we can actually place ourselves in other realities, feeling and understanding new emotions and situations.
to begin writing, the only things we need are a pen or pencil, and a piece of paper… or just a computer. as soon as we sit in front of it, we can start taking five minutes to write everything that crosses our mind, just the way it comes to us. write each and every thought, even if you would think it’s silly or corny, that doesn’t matter! the important thing is, that at the end, you will be able to identify the themes that really move you. later on, you can start thinking of those themes or issues and write about them in more detail.
to write, you can get inspiration from endless sources like feelings, people, music, photos, videos, literature, movies… anything! when we write we can convey our own ideas and test them by others. doing it is cool and it’s actually good for us, because it lets us express ourselves in our own way. the only thing we have to do is start!
©2010 PSR
Patricia Schaefer Röder
recently, i published a book (in spanish) with short stories about the problems and conflicts that city people suffer, and the need for them to return to nature in order to feel good again.
those are my stories, the stories that i want to tell.
everybody has something to tell, and in fact, we are constantly telling things to the people around us. since we don’t live isolated from the rest of the world, we have to interact with those who are next to us. we become tellers and listeners, emitters and receivers. we have many possibilities to express ourselves; we can dance, make music (or noise), paint, design something, make a sculpture, build, make a video, take photos, talk, write…
the only thing that we actually need in order to tell something is an audience. and nowadays, with the internet, the whole world can be our audience! we can upload anything on the web: videos, music, photos and writings, and put it into the public domain. we stay connected with everyone through cell phones, twitter, youtube, facebook, myspace, and obviously regular telephones, mail and e-mail. every time we use one of those resources, we tell someone something, either about ourselves or about someone else. we can tell what we want, what we dislike, what we are doing, what we will do, what we did and what we didn’t do and why.
when we write, we tell things that move us in some way, and we tell them in our own way. sometimes we write only for ourselves, acting as the teller and the listener at the same time, like when we keep a diary. in doing this, we can even explore and figure out our problems, because we will have to understand the issue in order to write about it. usually, when we finish those writings, we feel much better and know that we are closer to a solution.
when we do creative writing, we can deal with different conflicts and points of view. it’s very interesting because we can actually place ourselves in other realities, feeling and understanding new emotions and situations.
to begin writing, the only things we need are a pen or pencil, and a piece of paper… or just a computer. as soon as we sit in front of it, we can start taking five minutes to write everything that crosses our mind, just the way it comes to us. write each and every thought, even if you would think it’s silly or corny, that doesn’t matter! the important thing is, that at the end, you will be able to identify the themes that really move you. later on, you can start thinking of those themes or issues and write about them in more detail.
to write, you can get inspiration from endless sources like feelings, people, music, photos, videos, literature, movies… anything! when we write we can convey our own ideas and test them by others. doing it is cool and it’s actually good for us, because it lets us express ourselves in our own way. the only thing we have to do is start!
©2010 PSR
Patricia Schaefer Röder
miércoles, 10 de noviembre de 2010
SAN MARCOS
Una casa sencilla
alberga eternas sonrisas
que flotan perfectas
junto a tantos ojos brillantes
felices
iluminando el encuentro.
Palabras no dichas
miradas serenas
buenos deseos
salen sin descanso
por infinitas bocas
consolando
animando
alentándose entre sí
de mil maneras distintas.
Brazos abiertos
extendidos
abrigando a todos
como uno solo
siempre
los domingos
y otros días también.
Corazones prestos
empeño dispuesto
a ayudar sin esperar
a agradar porque sí
siguiendo el impulso que nace
inundando de bondades
el lugar.
Puerto Seguro para la gente
que se acerca
en busca de refugio
calor humano
solidaridad
fuente inacabable de amor puro
por los demás.
©2010 PSR
alberga eternas sonrisas
que flotan perfectas
junto a tantos ojos brillantes
felices
iluminando el encuentro.
Palabras no dichas
miradas serenas
buenos deseos
salen sin descanso
por infinitas bocas
consolando
animando
alentándose entre sí
de mil maneras distintas.
Brazos abiertos
extendidos
abrigando a todos
como uno solo
siempre
los domingos
y otros días también.
Corazones prestos
empeño dispuesto
a ayudar sin esperar
a agradar porque sí
siguiendo el impulso que nace
inundando de bondades
el lugar.
Puerto Seguro para la gente
que se acerca
en busca de refugio
calor humano
solidaridad
fuente inacabable de amor puro
por los demás.
©2010 PSR
miércoles, 3 de noviembre de 2010
CLAROSCUROS
En la lejanía estás
eternamente lejos
allá donde los sueños
se convierten en realidad.
El resplandor me quema la vista
no encuentro nitidez.
Mis pupilas están lisiadas
tanta luz me confunde
todo brillante, luminoso
intrincadamente confuso...
No distingo tu silueta
en medio del destello
el sol me oculta tu faz
todo refulge
demasiado
estoy ciega de albor
es el día de noche
un eclipse al revés
porque a pesar de todo
no te puedo ver.
Mis ojos son dos manantiales
rotundamente inundados
no logran definirte
es imposible
ninguna línea
ni forma
color
veo todo y no veo nada
la luz baña el vacío
y no puedo divisarte.
Son demasiados los reflejos
en la claridad total
no alcanzo a ver tu rostro.
Es imposible, no puedo mirarte
será tal vez
porque aún no llegas
porque estás allá
donde el cielo y el mar
se funden con el viento...
©1993 PSR
eternamente lejos
allá donde los sueños
se convierten en realidad.
El resplandor me quema la vista
no encuentro nitidez.
Mis pupilas están lisiadas
tanta luz me confunde
todo brillante, luminoso
intrincadamente confuso...
No distingo tu silueta
en medio del destello
el sol me oculta tu faz
todo refulge
demasiado
estoy ciega de albor
es el día de noche
un eclipse al revés
porque a pesar de todo
no te puedo ver.
Mis ojos son dos manantiales
rotundamente inundados
no logran definirte
es imposible
ninguna línea
ni forma
color
veo todo y no veo nada
la luz baña el vacío
y no puedo divisarte.
Son demasiados los reflejos
en la claridad total
no alcanzo a ver tu rostro.
Es imposible, no puedo mirarte
será tal vez
porque aún no llegas
porque estás allá
donde el cielo y el mar
se funden con el viento...
©1993 PSR
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