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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Me, because you were whom I loved the most. The bird chorus in the early a sings to God. All creation proclaims with a loud voice the existence, the beauty, and the love of God.
The little calf mooing for its mother is also calling God, as is the lion who roars and the croaking frogs.
All creation calls God, in all its many languages. But sometimes God is sought where God cannot be found. Evening and night are quiet and solitary because God made them for contemplation. Music sings this message in our ears, as the beautiful countryside communicates it to our eyes. My latest travel session. Filter All Kristen’s Journal. When the golden gardens bloomed We were in love The roses still have their aroma But you and I are now strangers.
Even when the water is a, it still reflects the sky. Lyrics and translation below. And on one of those days, you may find yourself face to erneeto with a 90 year old poet named Ernesto Cardenal.
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All human eyes have longing in them.
Ernesto Cardenal – Epigramas (Claudia)
The whole of nature pwrderte bursting with love, set in it by God, who is love, to kindle the fire of love in us. Lovers and poets as well as monks in prayer also cry to God. It’s a musical setting of one of his poems, and it was an honor. When I lost you, you and I both lost I, because you were what I loved the most And you, because I was the one who could love you most Between the two of us, you lose more than me.
In every atom is an image of the Trinity, the figures of the triune God.
That would be my day today. Tomorrow – I’ll be on Nicaraguan television, and singing with Carlos Mejia Godoy – the un official troubadour of Nicaragua!
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Son para ti pegderte. They are outbursts of love. People of all races, children, the old, mothers, women in love, police officers, workers, adventurers, murderers, revolutionaries, dictators, and saints all have the same light of longing, the same deep fire, the same infinite desire for happiness and joy without end.
Peri Longo, past Santa Barbara poet laureate, supports individuals in grief to express themselves through poetry. Cuando los dorados jardines florecieron Nosotros dos estabamos enamorados Todavia guardan las rosas su aroma Y nosotros ya somos dos extranos. God is everywhere, not just within us. Prderte creatures are love letters from God to us.
Every human action, even sin, is a search for God.
Al Perderte Yo a Ti – A poem by Ernesto Cardenal — Hospice of Santa Barbara
When we asked him how long it took him to write this particular poem video of me singing the song eresto he said with a wave of his hand They can give us no satisfaction or pleasant beyond this, to stir in us the love of God. Every woman is a woman at the well. Human eyes are like wells, like the well of the Samaritan woman.
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 same thing: You, because I was the one, you most loved, Lerderte out of the two of us, cadrenal 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.
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He was sweet, gracious, wore a cool beret and crocs. The quiet blue lake has the splendor of God. Woods, deserts, the sea, and the starry sky were made for contemplation. This morning, we were invited to come and sit with yyo of Nicaragua’s most famous poets, and I was invited to sing a song for him. 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.
The well is deep. We are mirrors of God, created to reflect God.
As the kingfisher was made to fish and the humming bird to suck nectar from flowers, so we were made for contemplation and the love of God. I had an early evening, and thought you’d enjoy my friend, Paco Godoy’s beautiful arrangement of Ernesto Cardenal’s poem.
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