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  • A Minimum of Poetry : Un Mínimo de Poesía : Un Minimum de Poésie
    sans chemin Octavio Paz Homenaje a Claudio Ptolemeo Octavio Paz Hommage to Claudius Ptolemaeus Octavio Paz Hommage à Claudius Ptolemaeus Bob Dylan Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie Bob Dylan Últimos pensamientos sobre Woody Guthrie Luís Alberto de Cuenca Los gigantes de hielo Luís Alberto de Cuenca The Ice Giants Gerald Mangan Leaving Dieppe Gerald Mangan En partant de Dieppe Jaime Sabines Cuando tengas ganas de morirte Jaime Sabines When You

    Original URL path: http://minimo.50webs.org/ (2016-05-02)
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  • Antonio Machado: Caminante no hay camino
    nada más Caminante no hay camino Se hace camino al andar Al andar se hace camino Y al volver la vista atrás Se ve la senda que nunca Se ha de volver a pisar Caminante no hay camino Sino estelas en la mar Hace algún tiempo en ese lugar Donde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos Se oyó la voz de un poeta gritar Caminante no hay camino Se

    Original URL path: http://minimo.50webs.org/caminante_esp.html (2016-05-02)
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  • Antonio Machado: Traveller, There Is No Path
    Traveller there is no path The path is made by walking By walking the path is made And when you look back You ll see a road Never to be trodden again Traveller there is no path Only trails across the sea Some time past in that place Where today the forests are dressed in barbs A poet was heard to cry Traveller there is no path The path is

    Original URL path: http://minimo.50webs.org/caminante_eng.html (2016-05-02)
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  • Antonio Machado: Marcheur, tu marches sans chemin
    tu marches sans chemin Le chemin se crée en marchant En marchant se crée le chemin Et en se retournant On voit le sentier que jamais L on ne pourra retrouver Marcheur tu marches sans chemin Ce n est qu un sillage en mer Il y a quelques temps à cet endroit Où aujourd hui les bois se parent d aubépines On entendit la voix d un poète hurler Marcheur

    Original URL path: http://minimo.50webs.org/caminante_fr.html (2016-05-02)
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  • Octavio Paz: Homenaje a Claudio Ptolemeo
    a Claudio Ptolemeo Soy hombre poco duro y es enorme la noche Pero miro hacia arriba las estrellas escriben Sin entender comprendo también soy escritura y en este mismo instante

    Original URL path: http://minimo.50webs.org/ptolemeo_esp.html (2016-05-02)
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  • Octavio Paz: Hommage to Claudius Ptolemaeus
    Ptolemaeus I am human I don t last long and the night is vast But I look up The stars are writing Not understanding I grasp I too am but writing And in this very instant Someone is spelling me

    Original URL path: http://minimo.50webs.org/ptolemeo_eng.html (2016-05-02)
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  • Octavio Paz: Hommage à Claudius Ptolemaeus
    Ptolemaeus Homme je suis je dure peu et la nuit est énorme Mais je regarde vers le haut les étoiles écrivent Sans comprendre je saisis je suis aussi écriture Et en cet instant précis lettre à lettre quelqu un me

    Original URL path: http://minimo.50webs.org/ptolemeo_fr.html (2016-05-02)
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  • Bob Dylan: Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie
    am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking where am I running What am I saying what am I knowing On this guitar I m playing on this banjo I m frailin On this mandolin I m strummin in the song I m singin In the tune I m hummin in the words I m writin In the words that I m thinkin In this ocean of hours I m all the time drinkin Who am I helping what am I breaking What am I giving what am I taking But you try with your whole soul best Never to think these thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain ground Or make yer heart pound But then again you know why they re around Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down Cause sometimes you hear em when the night times comes creeping And you fear that they might catch you a sleeping And you jump from yer bed from yer last chapter of dreamin And you can t remember for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that it s something special you re needin And you know that there s no drug that ll do for the healin And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah you need something special all right You need a fast flyin train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler That s been banging and booming and blowing forever That knows yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus that don t bar no race That won t laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make it known That it s you and no one else that owns That spot that yer standing that space that you re sitting That the world ain t got you beat That it ain t got you licked It can t get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hope s just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner round a wide angled curve But that s what you need man and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too good Cause you look an you start getting the chills Cause you can t find it on a dollar bill And it ain t on Macy s window

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