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«El corazón tiene razones
que la razón ignora.»

Pascal

𝗘𝗻 𝘂𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼́𝗻 𝗼𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗵𝗲,
𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗼𝘀,
𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘇𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁𝗮𝘀,
𝘆 𝗹𝗮 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗮, 𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲, 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗮.

¿𝗣𝗼𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲́ 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗶́, 𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼?,
𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗼𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀,
¿𝗔𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗼 𝗲𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘀 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗼́ 𝘂𝗻 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗼𝗻?,
𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗮 𝗹𝗶́𝗻𝗲𝗮, 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗼𝘀.

𝗟𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘇𝗮,
𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘀, ¿𝗾𝘂𝗲́ 𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝘂𝘇 𝗲𝗳𝗶́𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮?
¿𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗼𝘀 𝗺𝗮́𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗮́𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘇𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀?,
𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗼́𝗻 𝗰𝗼́𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗼.

𝗟𝗮 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘇𝗮, 𝗲𝘀𝗮 𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗮́𝗴𝗶𝗹,
𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗻̃𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀,
¿𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗿𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗼 𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗶𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼́𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮?
¿𝗡𝗼𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻̃𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗮𝘀 𝘃𝗮𝗰𝗶́𝗮𝘀?

𝗟𝗼𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗼́𝘀𝗼𝗳𝗼𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗷𝗶𝗱𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘀,
𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿 𝗲𝗹 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲.
¿𝗣𝗼𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲́ 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘀, 𝘀𝗶 𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼?
¿𝗘𝘀 𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗶́𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝗮 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗶́𝗮?

𝗬 𝗹𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲, 𝗲𝘀𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻̃𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘀𝗮,
¿𝗻𝗼𝘀 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝘂́𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼?
𝗢, ¿𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗼́𝗻 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘇𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗮 𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼?,
𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘂𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘀.

𝗤𝘂𝗶𝘇𝗮́𝘀 𝗹𝗮 𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗮 𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝗺𝗮 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗼,
𝘆 𝗻𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘀𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗻.
𝗔𝘀𝗶́ 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼, 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼,
𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮 𝗯𝘂́𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗱𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗲𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗻̃𝗮𝗻𝗮.

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Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
día a día,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.

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“Loving oneself is the beginning
of a lifelong love affair. ”

Oscar Wilde

The English version differs from the original Spanish version because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.

𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,
𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀,
𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀,
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀.

𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲,
𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘂𝘀𝘁,
𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀?
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆,
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?
𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗺𝘀?
𝗢𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻.

𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲
𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀,
𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻?
𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀?

𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲𝗯𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀,
𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲.
𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴?
𝗜𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗽𝘆?

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻,
𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁?
𝗢𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲?
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀.

𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝗺,
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘀.
𝗦𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁´𝘀 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴,
𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄.

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Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:

ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓

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CREDITS:

• Image: I

• CoolText

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Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.