Creative Expressions

My last blogger post

2008-08-14T20:06:00.003-04:00

This is my last post to this blog.
But even though I haven't posted to this blog in a while, this is not the end of my blog. It's simply moving. Moving to my own website.
Hope to see you there. I will share the URL when my new website is completed.
Thank you for reading this blog.

Spring

2008-04-27T10:00:00.001-04:00

Flowers,
God's glorious works of art,
Welcome Spring

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Birdsong

2008-04-15T13:52:00.001-04:00

Birdsong
Welcomes the new day -
Glorious...

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The Gift

2008-04-10T18:37:00.002-04:00

Music.
A rhythmic sequence of tones,
or a window to the soul.

Music can move you, or stop you in your tracks,
excite, or haunt;
bring joy, or sadness,
laughter, or tears.
Music is the rhythm of life.

A melody, a simple expression of God's love,
or a magnificent revelation of His grandeur.
A complete story, or a single moment in time.
Music is the flavor of life.

Bach gave us God's word,
Beethoven gave us God's fire,
Mozart gave us God's laughter,
Ravel gave us God's dance.

God gave us music,
that we may pray without words.
from a German opera house (adapted).

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Now playing: Albinoni - Adagio
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Una pequeña vida perdurable / A Short Everlasting Life

2008-04-06T19:05:00.002-04:00

Una pequeña vida perdurable

Inútil naces,
frágil, pequeña;
en tu capullo encerrada
al mundo con timidez te asomas,
para luego abrirte
y mostrar tu belleza
y ofrecer tus perfumes
con dulzura de miel.
Al mundo deleitas,
erguida, majestuosa;
con vírgenes colores
a los ojos encantas.
Tus pétalos
de delicada suavidad
forman la obra de arquitectura
perfecta.
Corta es tu vida,
inútil tu hermosura;
te marchitas
y vives tu propio otoño.
Te vas de este mundo,
de la naturaleza desviado,
y abres el paso a otra rosa,
tan bella como tú.

A Short Everlasting Life

Useless is your birth,
Fragile, small;
In your bud encased,
You timidly begin to appear,
To later open,
And show your beauty,
And offer your perfume
With the sweetness of honey.
The world you delight,
Erect, majestic;
With pure colors
You enchant the eyes.
Your petals
Of delicate softness
Form the perfect work of architecture.
Short is your life;
Your beauty useless;
You wither
And live your own autumn.
You leave this world,
Deviated from nature,
And open the path for another rose,
As beautiful as you.

Another assignment for my Creative Writing class in college.

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Amanecer / Dawn

2008-04-06T17:32:00.001-04:00

Amanecer

Yo canto a la vida,
el nuevo día ha llegado.
todo ha vuelto a despertar.
Yo canto al nuevo día,
vida nueva me ha dado
que me llena de felicidad.
Yo canto al amanecer;
todo brilla con el resplandor
de una nueva vida.
Yo canto a la vida,
Yo canto al nuevo día,
Yo canto al amanecer

Dawn

I sing to life,
The new day has arrived,
Everything has again awakened.
I sing to the new day.
New life bestowed on me,
Which fills me with joy.
I sing to dawn,
Everything shines with the splendor
of new life.
I sing to life,
I sing to the new day,
I sing to dawn.

Another assignment for my Creative Writing class in college.

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Anochecer / Dusk

2008-03-30T19:58:00.004-04:00

Anochecer

El sol rojo
anuncia el ocaso;
el día muere,
llevándose consigo
una parte de mi vida

Dusk

The scarlet sun
announces the sunset;
the day expires,
taking with it
a part of my life.

Photograph: Sunset, in Malta, Ohio, March 2008, by me.

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Now playing: Isao Tomita - Pachelbel - Canon in D
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La gota del rocío / A Drop of Dew (a poem)

2008-03-30T19:43:00.002-04:00

La gota del rocío

Una gota de agua
que a una flor da vida
la llena de colores
al jugar con los rayos del sol;
colgada de un pétalo,
la acaricia suavemente
y cae
en una trayectoria
que parece no tener fin.

A Drop of Dew

A drop of water
which gives life to a flower
fills it with color
as it plays with the rays of the sun;
hanging from a petal
softly caresses the flower
and falls
in a trajectory
that seems endless.

Originally written in Spanish, this poem was an assignment for my Creative Writing class in college.

Welcome

2008-03-24T22:11:00.000-04:00

El escritor es aquel que viaja por tierras extrañas, se viste con mil disfraces, se pone mil máscaras, y deja momentaneamente este mundo para vivir en un mundo diferente y único, dejando sus huellas en papel.
Es aquel que a través de la pluma, lleva al lector por una odisea. El lector viaja por estas tierras extrañas, siguiendo las huellas del escritor. El escritor ríe y la letras son sus carcajadas, llora y en papel caen sus lágrimas. Es héroe, villano, o simplemente narrador. El escritor es el músico y la pluma es su instrumento, la música de las letras.

In translation: The writer is he who travels through strange lands, wears a thousand costumes, and a thousand masks, and leaves this world momentarily, to live in a different and unique world, leaving his footprints on paper. The writer is he who, through the pen, takes the reader on an odissey. The reader travels through these strange lands, following the writer's footprints. The writer laughs and the words are his laughter, cries and his tears fall on paper. He is a hero, villain, or simply a narrator. The writer is the musician and his pen is his instrument, the music of the written word.

I wrote these words, in Spanish, as an assignment for my Creative Writing class in college. There were other assignments, such as poetry, more prose, and even a one-act play, all in Spanish. These particular words struck a chord with my professor, now retired from teaching, who is a published author herself.
My mother, who lost her battle with cancer a year ago, got to see some of my poetry, and loved it. She even had my poem framed and hung it in her bedroom. I deeply regret that she never got to read these words.
This is the place where I will share my writings (old and hopefully new), photography (I'm nowhere near an expert, but I'll share it), and other creative endeavors, where I will travel through strange lands, wear a thousand costumes, and a thousand masks, and leave this world momentarily, to live in a different and unique world, leaving my footprints on ... a computer screen :-)
In loving memory of my mother.