“There's a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.”
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Los pájaros cantaron
al hacerse de día.
“Empieza de nuevo”,
oí que decían.
No pierdas el tiempo
Pensando en lo que ya pasó
O en lo que aún no ha pasado.
Tañe las campanas que aún pueden repicar,
Olvídate de tu ofrecimiento perfecto;
Todo tiene una grieta:
Así es como entra la luz.
Leonard Cohen
Pintura:Zhu Yiyong
El amor es un fuego.
Arde por todas partes.
Desfigura a todo el mundo.
Es la excusa que el mundo pone
por ser tan feo.
Leonard Cohen
Pintura: Zhaoming Wu
You’ve left the big storms
behind you now.
You didn’t ask then
why you were born,
where you came from, where you were going to,
you were just there in the storm,
in the fire.
But it’s possible to live
in the everyday as well,
in the grey quiet day,
set potatoes, rake leaves,
carry brushwood.
There’s so much to think about here in the world,
one life is not enough for it all.
After work you can fry bacon
and read Chinese poems.
Old Laertes cut briars,
dug round his fig trees,
and let the heroes fight on at Troy.
Olav H Hauge
Pintura: Millet
Mi viejo, vos hiciste el mundo nuevo 
Don't come to me with the entire truth.
Don't bring me the ocean if I feel thirsty,
nor heaven if I ask for light;
but bring a hint, some dew, a particle,
as birds carry only drops away from water,
and the wind a grain of salt.
Olav H. Hauge
Pintura: Xie Chuyu
This evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.
I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride this day down into night,
to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand.
Esta tarde, me senté junto a una ventana abierta 
It’s that dream that we carry with us
that something wonderful will happen,
that it has to happen,
that time will open,
that the heart will open,
that doors will open,
that the mountains will open,
that wells will leap up,
that the dream will open,
that one morning we’ll slip in
to a harbor that we’ve never known.
as if their souls were bees 
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