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Praise Song For The Day

I’m not political, however not being into politics does not stop me from appreciating poetry wherever it might be, today was a historic day for America and the world and as I watched in amazement like everyone else how the first black president of the United States officially took office, some special moment occurred as poet Elizabeth Alexander recited a beautiful poem which in my opinion portraits what America is today, I loved the poem and I hope that you will too, so if you missed the moment here it is:

Year Summary

Seasons This year has been remarkable in many ways, so many things have happened in the world, and so many things happened to me,  I found some good friends, and lost some friends, I found love and then lost it, for the first time I wrote some poetry which later on I disliked, my bank failed, but I didn’t loose my money, the US got a black president despite the saying that racism would never allow such a thing to happen on this nation, I started exercising and happily lost some pounds, I read some good books but didn’t get to finish another good one, I received some good news from mother land, but the news made me uncomfortable, Why is it that some good things happen sometimes at the wrong time?

Life is like a year with its seasons, you go through changes and states of mind, this year I started to  see the world as an old man, and it scared me, I learned that I’m getting experience in life, and I learned that life is really short, I found some Bible truth and it hurt me, I was lied to but I found out, Even though this is something I always knew, I finally realized that the color of the sky can change, that its blue is just an illusion, I learned what it meant to look at the world with different lens,  I’m now making sure ignorance never bites me again, I have learnt that there’s always an angle of the truth which they not always want you to see, just like the hidden side of the moon, there is always this bit of the tell you must explore and find out yourself, and sometimes that bit can change the whole story.



by Luis Rogelio Nogueras
Translation by Eli

Do not try to settle your hands on its innocent
neck (even the softest caress would seem to her
like the brutal handling of the executioner).
do not try to whisper your love or your sorrow to her
(your voice would scare her as the thunder in the middle of the night).
Do not touch the water of the lagoon do not breathe
To be yours it would have to die.

Be content with its wild distance
with her foreign beauty
(if it turns the head hide between the grass).
Do not break the charm of this summer evening.
Swallow your impossible love.
Love it like it is, free.
Love the way in which it ignores that you exist.
Love the wild swan.


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