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any fellow libros out there?

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poetry is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate. -john denham

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water

Everything on the earth bristled,

the bramble pricked

and the green thread nibbled away,

the petal fell,

falling until the only flower was the falling itself.

Water is another matter,

has no direction but its own bright grace,

runs through all imaginable colors,

takes limpid lessons from stone,

and in those functionings plays out

the unrealized ambitions of the foam.

Pablo Neruda

 

killarney, ireland

“the limits of my language means the limits of my world.” -ludwig wittgenstein

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grandie b

read her book to us

out loud

proud and confident

while

younger grandie j

watched and listened

and

when she was done

he said

 he was happy she could read the words

but he seemed 

a

little bit

envious 

and

sad

because he wasn’t sure how to read yet

until

suddenly

he had an idea

and

i saw

the lightbulb go on

just before

he announced 

that he would 

‘read his book to us in spanish’.

and

he proceeded to 

show us the cover

as he

read us the title

and then

patiently

read

each and every page 

in his version of spanish

taking his time

nodding and facing the book towards us 

turning the pages

at appropriate times

pointing out the pictures

all while 

happily smiling

 confidently

 chattering away

in a his brand new version of spanish

that was so very, very advanced 

that we

the listeners

didn’t even 

know the translations

but we understood

that he was proud

and

he was reading

and

when he was finished

he snapped his book shut

and said

in english

“that’s all.”

brilliant.

muy bien, and gagglesmithjong kipisanlomita paskajonti to you!!

 

“if you want to talk about something new,

you have to make up a new kind of language.”

-haruki murakami

 

language.

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grandie v met a new girl at the pool

her daddy is a soccer coach at the university

who moved here from another country

though i have no idea where

 the language that the family

spoke between them

was beautiful

yet

 i couldn’t identify it

and

it was wonderful

 to watch the girls play

and

communicate

without any difficulty

in two very different languages

neither one speaking the other’s language

but

they played and played

and soon

they were singing

to each other

and

laughing out loud

and

neither seemed to

even realize or care

that they began

with

two different languages

they were simply

two friends

speaking a new one together.

 “the language of friendship is not words but meanings.”

henry david thoreau