jueves, 22 de diciembre de 2011


“You live like this, sheltered,
in a delicate world,
and you believe you are living.
Then you read a book…
or you take a trip…
and you discover that you are not living,
that you are hibernating.
The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable:
first, restlessness.
The second symptom:
absence of pleasure.
That is all.
It appears like an innocuous illness.
Monotony, boredom, death.
Millions live like this
or die like this without knowing it.
They work in offices.
They drive a car.
They picnic with their families.
They raise children.
And then some shock treatment takes place,
a person, a book, a song,
and it awakens them
and saves them from death.
Some never awaken.”

Anaîs Nin
Pintura:Albert Chevalier Tayler. The quiet hour.

7 comentarios:

SUREANDO dijo...

¿estaré hibernando?

Elvira dijo...

Vengo a desearte muy feliz Navidad, Beatriz! Te dejo un abrazo y un montón de buenos deseos

auroraines dijo...

Es una manera de protegerse ante tantas cosas.
¡Feliz Navidad Beatriz!
Un beso

Cris dijo...

Feliz Navidad!.
Cada día nos abre a un comienzo con una experiencia anterior que nos ayuda a desarrollar, a explorar, a no arrinconarnos. Estamos vivos.. pues adelante!.
Un abrazo


thanks Sureando .. for a beautiful and meaningful poetry ..

Stella dijo...

Joyeux Noël de France et merci pour toutes les jolies poésies et images que je prends toujours plaisir à admirer. Amitiés poétique de Stella

SUREANDO dijo...

Feliz Navidad Elvira.
Feliz Navidad Inés.
Feliz Navidad Cris. Lindas palabras.
Thanks Sonsprinter.
Stella: Feliz Navidad para ti amiga.

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