...A Pocas Palabras

I don’t know what to think about you, 2-0-1-6 you’ve come in a rush I don’t even want to talk about you, 2-0-1-6 you peeped out with a loud whip when your time was not up yet I won’t stigmatize you, 2-0-1-6 you might turn up just well. © 2016 Grecia Albornoz

© 2015 Grecia Albornoz

On the first day, they asked me what  my condition was . That seemed odd to me considering the variety of attendees. There were all sorts of people: doctors, lawyers, engineers, painters, dancers, teachers, actors. They were very different, but still they said, that in that place, there was something they all shared. Maybe I wasn’t observing things quite well.      “ We all have something here ”-the moderator explained. “ That something cannot be seen at first sight. It is not, necessarily, a lack of audition, sight, speech, or limbs, nor the possession of extra limbs, or paralysis. No, that’s not it. What we have can only be seen by those near us, those who’ve known us for years, those who’ve lived with us and have seen us light and dark. Only those ”-he paused then to ask me: “ And y ou, s ir, what is your problem? Why have you come here? ”      “ Yes... yes.... I understand… ”-I said. “ I… you’ll see, there are many things... but I can summarize them in just two:

Se callaron las voces. Me dejaron... Hoy no publico. © 2015 Grecia Albornoz The voices are  hushed.. They've left me. Today I won't post. © 2015 Grecia Albornoz

Cuando uno decide valerse de las herramientas de comunicación que existen en la actualidad para hacer uso del principio de libertad de expresión, uno debe cuestionarse el verdadero motivo por el cual quiere hacerlo; con tantos medios disponibles y tanta gente opinando y hablando sin el más mínimo sustento; uno debe saber en lo que se está metiendo. Un blog más dudo que haga alguna diferencia. Es por expresión, por arte o presunción, pero es. Me gustaría pensar que razones similares a las expuestas por Emily Dickinson en el siguiente poema lo impulsan: Si puedo impedir que un corazón se rompa , No habré vivido en vano, Si puedo aliviar el dolor de una vida o aplacar un a pena, O ayudar a un pájaro agotado A regresar al nido, No habré vivido en vano. Finalmente, decidí usar un blog como ventana a mis pensamientos; como muchos otros ya lo han hecho. Y asi escribir en inglés, en español ¡O lo que venga! De forma breve, como me gusta. A buen entendedor... Pocas