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Qoylluriti
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la claridad de nuestro proposito - Brené Brown
Brené Brown
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Monday, 3 April 2023
Dun Dornaigil Broch
November 1990, 21 years young
Drove up to Edinburgh, then onto John O'Groats via the western coast of Scotland. Beaches with pink sand, long stretches of coast, of road, with no sign of human life for hours upon hours.
On the 6th I was on a particularly solitary stretch, late in the evening, exhausted. Looking for a place to pitch my tent, I spotted what seemed like a single small turret on an outcrop close to the road. Parked close by, felt the history of the place, the spirits in the wind. The broch had been filled with earth, so I was able to climb the side and stand on top.
As it seemed that nobody would mind, spent the night on the broch. Dreamin'
Sunday, 2 April 2023
a frog, to Rumi
To a frog that's never left his pond, the ocean seems like a gamble. Look what he's giving up: security, mastery of his world, recognition! The ocean frog just shakes his head. "I can't explain where I live, but someday I'll take you there."
Monday, 27 March 2023
Saturday, 25 March 2023
Illapu - Juana Azurduy
No hay otro Capitán más valiente que tu
Oigo tu voz más allá de Jujuy
Y tu galope audaz doña Juana Azurduy
Me enamora la Patria en agraz
Desvelado recorro tu faz
El español no pasará
Con mujeres tendrá que pelear
Juana Azurduy sol del alto Peru
No hay otro Capitán más valiente que tu
Truena el cañón prestáme tu fusil
Que la Revolución viene oliendo a jazmín
Tierra en armas que se hace mujer
Amazona de la libertad
Quiero formar en tu escuadrón
El clarín de tu voz atacar
Truena el cañón prestáme tu fusil
Que la Revolución viene oliendo a jazmín