KHÔRA

                                              We had the same nightly ritual that we do now. I’d read to the girls and tuck them in before my wife took over, and the last thing I’d say every night was “I love you,” and they would always reply promptly, “I love you too, Daddy.” But one night after my declaration, Fiona was silent. She just kept staring at the ceiling. “Do you love me too, Fiona?” I asked, foolishly . A long moment passed.  “No, Daddy, I don’t.” “Oh Fiona sweetie, I bet you do.” I said Nothing.   “Well,” I said finally, “I love you, Finn, and I’ll see you in the morning.” And then as I started to get up, I felt her small hand on my arm and she said dreamily, without looking at me, like a little Lauren Bacall, “I will love you in the summertime, Daddy. I will love you … in the summertime.” [1 ] There is something in the conversation between the poet ...

El beso de la sabiduría Soy un filósofo errante, pobre en bienes, rico en anhelo, vagando en busca del fulgor de la sabiduría. Porque la sabiduría es el beso de los besos, un beso divino que guía mis pasos hacia la luz de un saber que transforma. Aplícate, aprovéchate de mi humilde pensamiento, pues la sabiduría no es saberlo todo, sino hallar el saber que cambia la vida. No tengo palabras perfectas para plasmar mi sentir, pero en mis versos dispersos he encendido un destello de la luz de mi pobre pensamiento. The Kiss of Wisdom I am a wandering philosopher, poor in possessions, rich in longing, roaming in search of the glow of wisdom. For wisdom is the kiss of all kisses, a divine kiss that guides my steps toward the light of a knowledge that transforms. Apply yourself, take advantage of my humble thought, for wisdom is not knowing everything, but finding the knowledge that changes life. I have no perfect words to express my feeling, but in my scattered verses, I have kindled a spark ...