tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19933917016591605342024-03-12T22:08:22.956-04:00Another AnaNombre capicua.
Todo vuelve, vuelve al origenAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-51226965496764418802015-04-10T23:00:00.002-04:002016-05-25T17:46:08.635-04:00Walking and Cold
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-81122315234752680002013-07-06T11:08:00.001-04:002015-04-10T23:01:17.724-04:00Article: Art, Community and Renewal
Art is
a way to process information, to communicate thoughts and feelings. Personally,
I find myself drawn to images rather than to spoken word when I need to develop
or articulate new thoughts and ideas.
Because of this, I resonate with these words of Georgia O’Keeffe "I
found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other
way - things I had no words for." We areAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-28659185127711601892013-06-23T17:25:00.003-04:002013-06-23T17:25:56.457-04:00Poem: Gratitude
Goodbyes are near.As the wind chimes through that cornerSnapshots slide through my eyes,And all I can see is you.That you that comes in many form and colorsThat you who held my hand,You who cried my tears.It was you who held me upWhen I wrapped myself in sheets.Those sheets of despair, denial and hopelessness,Disappointment at myself and the circumstances.How it all turned out.But you were Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-28465983857352515022013-06-21T22:28:00.000-04:002013-06-21T22:28:00.059-04:00Poem: UntitledDistractions swift us intoLands of unimaginable self-absorption.where faceless peopleSit, Walk, Talk, Live, Beside usBut we don't care.We're too afraidTo care aboutSerendipity,About the odds.Throw it(fear) down The deepness Of the ocean.Where it will washItselfintoCommunity.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-26293154461933662812013-06-18T22:12:00.002-04:002013-06-18T22:21:08.556-04:00Poem: CommitAnd I was dead.
Dead asleep.
Trying to fight my demons,
In lands you only meet in dreams.
My pillow smelled of fear,
And my skin smells like you.
This perfume is the only remain
You left as evidence
of the murder
We
Both
Committed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-31611432259608906612013-02-05T19:16:00.000-04:002013-02-05T19:16:54.035-04:00Thoughts about EDCMOOC E-Learning and Digital CulturesI am taking the E-Learning and Digital Cultures course by Coursera.
The most interesting things I've found were the Bendito Machine videos, I even showed them to my students in my Advisory class, and we discussed some of the topics we found there (abuse and use of technology, the excess in our culture, technological determinism etc) It was very different. Actually I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-27955207366370934402012-06-13T21:47:00.003-04:002012-06-13T21:49:42.484-04:00Essay #2: Regret
"As you grow older, you'll find that the only things you regret are the things you didn't do." Zachary Scott
REGRET. Six letters that can sink me down any day of the week. A word that if said alone, carries the weight of the seconds in a decade. Regret draws me into a cycle of doubt and missed opportunity that leaves me high and dry.
But listen, and I only say this at the risk of being Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-43044662140073973012012-05-25T08:33:00.002-04:002012-05-25T08:34:34.706-04:00Essay #1: Curiosity....This is going to be the first of hopefully many other small essays about certain subjects, they're all started with a phrase that comes from this EXPLOREevery day journal. So I'm very excited for this.....
May 10th, 2012
"Blessed are the curious for they shall have adventures." Lovelle Drachman
These are just two different views of curiosity. Read and let yourself be read.
Ana Rebeca Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-47887496933341009842012-05-24T14:47:00.003-04:002012-05-24T14:47:50.518-04:00Wild Goose Festival 2012
On June 21-24, I’m headed to North Carolina to volunteer at the Wild Goose Festival, a creative gathering at the intersection of justice, spirituality, music and art.
On a typical day at the festival, an attender might take in a mainstage performance by American musician and record producer T-bone Burnett, a conversation with award winning screenwriter and director, Callie Khouri, a faith Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-64387268139801360882012-05-16T16:07:00.002-04:002012-05-16T16:08:25.214-04:00Minipost 2: La Falta
Lo que nos hiere
No son las personas,
Son los sentimientos.
La falta de consideracion,
De cariño, de anhelo.
Lo que nos hiere es la falta.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-45867664665657652752012-04-25T08:33:00.001-04:002012-04-25T08:35:11.018-04:00Estados de Materia
Cansancio.
Señal
de que vienen cambios.
Aviso
de que este no es mi destino final.
Ver
que es una etapa.
Nada
es permanente.
Nunca
seremos piedras.
Constante transformación
de escenario
y desde este escenario se permea
hacia el alma
un conocimiento
de aceptación.
Aceptando
mi estado
Aceptando
lo que viene
Aceptando quien soy
yAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-67766387691970838182012-03-10T02:25:00.001-04:002012-03-10T02:25:47.871-04:00Sin Titulo - Con el Ojo en la Mano
Sin título.
© Ivanna Mauricio 2010
Sin título
Buscando lo obvio,
Lo claro.
Es esperar lo imposible.
Reaccionar, viviendo, accionando.
Opción e inercia,
Solución y queja
Ser una invención o
Ser un catalizador.
Texto: Ana Rebeca Castillo
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-75984680891174720182012-03-07T14:28:00.002-04:002013-10-15T23:52:04.155-04:00Minipost 1: SIn Titulorealidad e ilusion.
simbiosis perfecta de confusion
sin saber
sin ver
sintiendo el camino al andar
gateamos
hacia destinos de Luz.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-28402752437516627372012-02-13T11:51:00.000-04:002012-02-18T09:21:48.143-04:00Jugamos?
Caminar, Respirar, Observar. Ser expectadora Ser accionista De mis sueño, y de los tuyos. Somos uno. Todos somos interconexiones en lo abstracto de este universo que nos lleva.
hacia otros universos, que me jala a ti.&Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-9385213487535411092012-02-03T15:10:00.003-04:002012-02-03T15:11:29.324-04:00Myriads and HuesI can read your eyes,
as they approach me,
as I sleep-walk away from your shadow
Walking away from home,
Walking away from hope,
This hope that hunts my hovering hues of light.
As I run rapidly,
Resting as I roar my pain inside
Swiftly swimming downstream,
and waves softly whisper me to
Turn around and return.
Return to the base of myself,
and to those thoughts that used to,
Just Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-1951865196143269462012-01-16T14:36:00.000-04:002013-10-15T23:52:26.797-04:00Rush[more]Define insanity.
What do you live for?
Everywhere people don't seem to stop moving.
Why are they moving?
Where are they moving to?
Why is there this big of a rush?
Rushing like the wave is already on our side.
Pushing others and missing the point.
Pressuring the beat of our hearts to accelerate.
And gravitate towards the break of daylight.
That daylight we long for, the daylight we dread.
Making Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-20413697470216018692012-01-08T17:25:00.001-04:002016-03-22T11:24:20.971-04:00A Garden's Story.
A bittersweet taste in my mouth of both seizing and missing.
Because of the death and life, and again the death and life of me.
I thought I was alive
I felt the flow of juices through my tubes, but it was a magic trick.
My insides are cold and arid, because fear has invaded like a Tsunami that sucked in the truth of my being and released venomous smoke, eroding me.
Erosion is not fixed with a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-85776840476168282552011-12-12T14:34:00.000-04:002011-12-14T14:23:23.259-04:00Shelves of Looks.
Lovey looks.
Judging looks.
Angry looks.
Caring looks.
Looks that hug you.
Looks that kill you.
Looks that break your heart and
Then glue the parts together.
Looks that make me believe
In what seemes a billion light years away.
Looks have power.
Because the eyes are a reflection of what your core holds.
And the question is not
How do you look?
Instead it allAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-89449166768931235632011-11-28T15:09:00.001-04:002011-11-28T15:10:58.525-04:00Maldito Mundo - eLibro por Fausto Liriano aka VeldugoSeñores y señoras, niños y niñas, les presento "Maldito Mundo" un libro escrito por una persona excepcional, es Fausto Liriano, amigo y colega de teclado bloguero. Pueden bajar el libro a lo gratis, freebie, nadita de cualto, como quieras decirlo...
Una buena lectura, les cuento mas cuando lea mas...
:)
Vayan!
ARCMAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-14446298702678407012011-11-28T14:44:00.001-04:002013-10-15T23:55:23.020-04:00OstrichAnd the water drips,
Dripping seconds,
Making an abyss
Where I'll hide,
Hide and seek.
As if that ever works.
To hide never leads to be found.
It just resounds with the fear and guilt of hurting.
Who knows?
The answers are nowhere in my sight,
Only questions at the back of the card,
The card that has been dealt to me.
Some days I feel hope,
Some days I faint and dig a hole.
Where I bury myAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-54222569159687279722011-11-27T17:34:00.001-04:002011-11-27T17:47:47.306-04:00La Rueda. Poema
Y me muevo por el ínterin en que vivo
Rodeada de comienzos, continuaciones, eventos.
La historia se ha desenvuelto de maneras inesperadas.
La rueda dejó de parar y rodó en dirección opuesta.
Opuesta a lo que creí, que ya no, que nunca fue.
Que nunca fuiste.
Me convencí de que no ocupaste aquel lugar dentro de mí,
De que no me obligaste a creer en otro final, ni en otra
vida.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-32941301078173871212011-11-17T18:21:00.001-04:002011-11-17T18:22:06.635-04:00the 3 six 5Guys and gals!
I was honored to be part of the3six5 so here's the link if you wanna visit it!
http://the3six5.posterous.com/november-16-2011-ana-rebeca-castillo
Thanks in advance!
ARCMAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-30131341258695142172011-11-11T23:21:00.001-04:002011-11-11T23:24:38.349-04:00Los Verbos Activos
Lo verdaderamente nuevo da miedo o maravilla. Estas dos sensaciones igualmente cerca del
estómago acompañan siempre la presencia de Prometeo; el resto es la comodidad, lo que
siempre sale más o menos bien; los verbos activos contienen el repertorio completo.
Jorge Cortãzar
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-7838345497855815102011-11-06T12:36:00.000-04:002011-12-01T17:32:39.741-04:00Ingenieria 101 - Poesia
Soledad
buscada, temor a abrir,
La
puerta de la pared, en la que decidí vivir.
Decidimos, Yo y mis circunstancias.
En
mi subconsciente, donde las decisiones cruciales se toman.
No
es justo pero nada lo es, en algún momento dejaré de culpar,
Y
comenzaré a reconstruir.
Construye,
luego destruye, y construye algo nuevo.
La
vida se resume en estos pasos.
Si
no construimos no Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191962065434285451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993391701659160534.post-799175222160824942011-11-01T23:59:00.002-04:002011-11-01T23:59:36.922-04:00La Matriz - Poema
Darse
por vencidos y desistir. Jugamos a no jugar.
Nos
enfocamos en lo inexplicable.
Pensar
en el no poder, en el olvidar.
Saber
adentro de lo que eres no serás.
Que
la vida camina y te lleva y te aleja de la orilla de aquel mar.
Donde
esperaste aquella Ola de oportunidades,
Que
con visiones aviso su llegada, pero no aterrizó.
Y
el olvido no olvida, presente siempre está.
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