30.8.15

Death

Some years ago a good friend of mine passed away. It was a shock to me.
Being in my mid-thirties, I am getting used to hear that either mine or my friend’s parents, aunts, or grandparents pass away. Knowing that they died at an advanced age for some reason makes me feel less worried, or affected.  Death is the last step of the human life in planet earth. It may or may not be something else in the afterlife. I want to believe there is something else but I do not know for sure. So when I hear that an elder person passed away, I think: “ It is normal, this person was born seventy, eighty, or ninety years ago. Probably got a college degree, had business, got married, raised his/her child, babysat grand kids, it was the right time”.  Other times the news come with the relief that the person was suffering a terminal condition for a long time, cancer, dementia, Alzheimer, you name it, which also “makes sense” for the announced death.  When there are accidents that end the life of a young person, I can only think that this person was at the wrong place at the wrong time… and then immediately the attention goes to the ones the deceased left behind; wife, husband, daughters, sons, parents, unfinished work, unfinished degrees, a project cancelled before its finished. Why?  Destiny? Fate? Coincidence? Karma?  It is uncontrollable but there is not blame to anyone (except when the accident involves a drunk driver).
In my friend’s case she was not old, she had no terminal condition, or she was not in an accident. She was in love. She was in love with the wrong person. I still miss her.


by Karen G. Rodriguez Montiel

29.8.15

Confesiones entre amigos...

-      -  Hoy no contuve las ganas de llorar – dijo la nube.
-      -  Yo tuve que contener el deseo de besarle – le respondí
-      -  Hoy no contuve mi furia y azote a la tierra – dijo el viento.
-      -  Yo tuve que contener las ganas de salir a mojarme – le respondí
-      -  Hoy no contuve el deseo de volar libre –dijo la hoja –  y del árbol que me sujetaba me desprendí.
-      -  Yo no pude contener el capricho de liberarme de mi jaula – confesó el agua
-      -  Y yo no contuve, por más que intenté mi cansancio y me deje partir por el rayo – Agobiado el árbol añadío.
-      -  Yo contuve las ganas de llamarle, las ganas de gritar, las ganas de pelear! Contuve las ganas de creer.

-      -  El daño ya esta hecho, no hay vuelta atrás. Que nadie contenga las ganas de oler esta tierra mojada que les acabo de regalar. Que no haya gota de agua aprisionada, ni viento débil, ni árbol que no sea lo suficientemente fuerte para resistir al rayo.  Que no haya nube que no expida lluvia, ni hoja que no flote libre. Que no haya mujer que no bese al amado, ni amado que pida no ser llamado. Que no haya objeción a ser uno mismo, que no haya rancor, ni impaciencia, ni abismo en ningun corazón – dijo Dios.


by Karen G. Rodriguez Montiel


la cuna

He querido imaginarme que llevo en mi vientre un enjambre,
Un enjambre de dicha y fortuna, un retoño que dormirá en una cuna.
Esa cuna que tu mismo fabricaste un día, cariño;
te acuerdas que me dijiste: "sera para cuando haya un niño"
un niño, tan sólo un niño de ojos grandes, frente ámplia y manos ágiles

by Karen G. Rodriguez Montiel

amor...

Amor: Vocablo de cuatro letras que se utiliza para nombrar lo que ni la pasión ni el puro interes se atreven...


by Karen G. Rodriguez Montiel

life...

by Karen G. Rodriguez Montiel

Life is one of those abstract concepts that only humans know it exists just like love, peace, happiness, success, and failure. 

Life is one of those words whose meaning differs from person to person and every meaning is equally legitimate even if you don't agree with it. 

For me, Life is the master of all the abstract we can imagine;  Color, shape, size, quantity, duration, and distance are just the illusion of defining how we live our life. 

Free will and destiny give us the illusion of having a purpose.

Time and space are the physical constrains to our existence. 

Everything that really matters in the brief human existence , life, is intangible, abstract, and immeasurable.