“Being an artist means,
not reckoning and counting, but ripening
like the tree
which does not force its sap
and stands confident
in the storms of spring, without the fear
that after them may come no summer.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Déjame ser tu flor silvestre
Lo sentí, una hermosa mañana de primavera, mientras soñaba con estar en otro lugar, con hacer algo importante. Sentí que quizá podría dejarte entrar, por una vez (…)
“It does come. But it comes
only to the patient,
who are there as though eternity lay before them,
so unconcernedly still and wide.
I learn it daily, learn it with pain
to which I am grateful:
patience is everything!”
