“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
Cristo, incógnito
Éramos al menos unos sesenta coristas, y siempre es impresionante cuando somos tantos así; el público se engancha enseguida. Pero justo al principio del concierto, un tipo, un sintecho, empezó a meterse en medio, entre el público y nosotros, haciendo gestos raros, imitando la guitarra y cosas así; era un poco incómodo la verdad (…)
“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!”
