Poems Poem
Javier del Granado
The village doctor
How sweet Rabbi of Galilee, with a smile lit
childhood
and poured his soul
fragrance on the humble people of the village.
His spirit flutters in Hesperus,
your heart beats in our stay,
and his hand across the distance the silver
sprinkle moon.
San Vicente de Paul and San Francisco
transmigrate his soul consecrated
to reap thorns on the bluff.
Next to the cradle think I've seen.
is starlight
his eyes when he asked the impossible of Christ. Francisco de Quevedo
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Old Wooden Barrels For Sale
A doctor
Lies a home in this hard stone
The body barren and cold ashes: Medical
was natural knife,
Cause of all my wealth.
And now I close in deep burial
Members who ruled for long days
Death And even with being me, not give it to him,
Where this did not learn to kill.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Gay Meeting Places Goa
rouch @ 2007-12-14T23: 18:00
hello!
study medicine and I'm going crazy!
q I leave a poem I found, is very nice
DOCTOR IS EASY BEING
boy ask me to clarify your doubts
like ghosts, haunt you and hurry. Sure
expect mature answers giorno
give light to your dark shadows.
I know what you want and look forward to help, because those doubts
revamp my blood as it were mine
the newly graduated,
some, a little or a lot, I have to give you.
The route is very long, almost unattainable,
is always demanding, be permanent,
think of others, understand, love them, feel their
pain, suffering in his flesh. Being
helm and guide in every mishap:
full responsibility for their outcomes. Being
brother, friend, or father confessor,
secret tomb ever violates. Soothing
anguish, pain or hunger, curious
explores obsessive relentless
the body, the psyche, the world or air, without ever renouncing
benefit them.
That the end of the balance can not accuse,
your goal is always similar:
no name, no face, that you gave
with all your science, your attention and your art.
receive payment so you do not dream:
the eyes out of a poor woman begging
that intended to express the sky, and tears
only have to give.
You see my boy, do not intimidate me, you
vocation and completes the background, board
courage, honesty, courage,
and see then: be a doctor ... it's easy.
hello!
study medicine and I'm going crazy!
q I leave a poem I found, is very nice
DOCTOR IS EASY BEING
boy ask me to clarify your doubts
like ghosts, haunt you and hurry. Sure
expect mature answers giorno
give light to your dark shadows.
I know what you want and look forward to help, because those doubts
revamp my blood as it were mine
the newly graduated,
some, a little or a lot, I have to give you.
The route is very long, almost unattainable,
is always demanding, be permanent,
think of others, understand, love them, feel their
pain, suffering in his flesh. Being
helm and guide in every mishap:
full responsibility for their outcomes. Being
brother, friend, or father confessor,
secret tomb ever violates. Soothing
anguish, pain or hunger, curious
explores obsessive relentless
the body, the psyche, the world or air, without ever renouncing
benefit them.
That the end of the balance can not accuse,
your goal is always similar:
no name, no face, that you gave
with all your science, your attention and your art.
receive payment so you do not dream:
the eyes out of a poor woman begging
that intended to express the sky, and tears
only have to give.
You see my boy, do not intimidate me, you
vocation and completes the background, board
courage, honesty, courage,
and see then: be a doctor ... it's easy.
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