Anoche, Cuando Dormía

Cursando en la Universidad de Alcalá en 2002 con la Dra. Susana Cavallo, tuvimos la tarea de buscar y recitar un poema que «nos conmoviera». Luego de una larga búsqueda, una amiga madrileña me sugirió el siguiente escrito por Antonio Machado.

Anoche, cuando dormía,
soñé, ¡bendita ilusión!,
que una fontana fluía
dentro de mi corazón.
Di, ¿por qué acequia escondida,
agua, vienes hasta mí,
manantial de nueva vida
en donde nunca bebí?

Anoche, cuando dormía,
soñé, ¡bendita ilusión!,
que una colmena tenía
dentro de mi corazón;
y las doradas abejas
iban fabricando en él,
con las amarguras viejas
blanda cera y dulce miel.

Anoche, cuando dormía,
soñé, ¡bendita ilusión!,
que un ardiente sol lucía
dentro de mi corazón.
Era ardiente porque daba
calores de rojo hogar,
y era sol porque alumbraba
y porque hacía llorar…

Anoche, cuando dormía,
soñé, ¡bendita ilusión!,
que era Dios lo que tenía
dentro de mi corazón.


Entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem.
— William of Ockham

Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler.
— Albert Einstein

Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves.
— Henry David Thoreau

Beauty is truth, truth beauty–that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
— Keats (“Ode on a Grecian Urn”)

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
— William Blake

Extreme hopes are born from extreme misery.
— Bertrand Russell

So, you mock my blindness? Let me tell you this. You with your precious eyes, you’re blind to the corruption of your life, to the house you live in, those you live with—who are your parents? Do you know? All unknowing you are the scourge of your own flesh and blood…
— Oedipus Rex, ±ln 409.

Much study is a weariness of the flesh.
— Ecclesiastes 12:12

Even so, I have noticed one thing, at least, that is good. It is good for people to eat well, drink a good glass of wine, and enjoy their work.
— Ecclesiastes 5:18

Tu invidia es mi progreso
— lema peruano


After many years I finally understand that a person’s faith is a private matter…something that is lived, something that is observed, but not something that must be constantly put in people’s faces with bumper stickers and email signatures. I was raised very fundamentally and that was all I knew; that was how I was told it was supposed to be. It did not accommodate differences and was judgmental. Since then I’ve learned the value of appreciating and loving people for who they are, and my life has been enriched by those of different beliefs, backgrounds, and lifestyles whom I have been privileged to call friend.

At this stage in my life, the last thing I want is to make a person feel alienated because of what I believe. I am a Christian, and that identification will be reflected in how I interface with the world. Its presence in this site is unavoidable, though I have tried to attenuate its overtness. My intent on this site or in anything that I do is not to browbeat or condemn. Christianity (as I understand it) obliges a public declaration as a core tenet of the faith:

Matthew 10:33 – But if anyone denies me here on earth, I will deny him before my Father in Heaven.

Romans 1:16 – I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ for it is the power of God unto salvation for all who believe.

I can only say that I am a human that needs and believes in a super-human God. I may often fail to live up to the expected standard. I, like everyone else, am on a journey, but if I cannot be transparent about this, then I am a fraud. I think this is what the ninety’s alternative rock band dc Talk was attempting to articulate with their song “What If I Stumble?

Cuando los ojos vean tu dolor

En mi clase de literatura Española del siglo XVI, tuvimos la tarea de escribir un soneto en el estilo del período. Éste es el que yo escribí el 11 de marzo de 2003.

Cuando los ojos vean tu dolor
y el corazón se sienta tal tristeza
las lágrimas huecas regarán hiedra
tu ilusión otra vez querrás de amor.

Una vez pasión, ahora rencor,
nada más de leña para la hoguera
solución no sobra sino las piezas
del lazo hiriente de alabado amor.

¡Huye! ¡Huye! A tu secreto hogar.
Adónde el refugio te esconderá.
Un día saldrás, y verás el sol,

Extenderás la mano así probar
rosas venenosas te abundarán,
cuando los ojos vean tu dolor.