Port Hope conjuga la naturaleza, las tradiciones e historias tejidas por muchas personas que edificaron el espiritu de esta pequena ciudad cercana a Toronto. El domingo visite esta ciudad para dextosificar las neuronas, lo mismo que mis pulmones… y miren la historia que como buena periodista ciudadana reporto a ustedes este dia. A continuacion los hechos:

Port Hope combines nature, traditions and histories knitted together by many people who built the spirit of this small town close to Toronto. On Sunday I visited this town to detox my neurons as well as my lungs ... and you should look at the story which like a good citizen-journalist I reported to you that day. And now here is what happened:

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1- Habia una vez un joven pescando en el rio llamado: Ganaraska River, le vi pescando en la manana, en la tarde y ya casi para caer el sol.

1- There was at one time a young fisherman in the river called the Ganaraska River; I saw him fishing in the morning, in the afternoon, and almost right through to the evening.

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2- Tratando infructuosamente de disfrutar este pasatiempo, el joven decidio cambiar su posicion
para conseguir mejores resultados, y ademas llevar uno que otro pescadito a su casa.

2- Trying unsuccessfully to catch some fish, the young man decided that he had to change his position in order to obtain better results, to take one or two fish back to his home.

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3- Me solidarize con su precaria situacion, pero como no podia hacer nada, decidi caminar rio arriba, y zas! que veo a una gaviota muy feliz pescando y engulliendo pescado que se atrevia a nadar por esas aguas. Mirenle el pico, ahi tiene un pescadito a medio tragar.

3- I sympathized with his precarious situation, but because I couldn't do anything to help. I decided to walk along the river bank above him, and - boom - I saw a very happy seagull fishing and swallowing some fish which were brave enough to swim in those waters. Look at his peak - he has a small fish half-swallowed.

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La leccion de esta moraleja: uno nunca sabe quien esta mas arriba en el rio, hasta que se queda sin pescados!

The moral of this story is that we never know that someone is above us in the river until we find that there are no fish!

Summer always is summer
... it is summer in winter
when I see the tree without leaves
and I have a glimpse how it is going to look next spring,
and I smile because I know the secret.

Summer always is summer
... it is summer in spring,
when I look through the window,
and I see the rebirth of the whole of nature,
and then I have a glimpse of the lilies, the echinaceas,
butterflies invading the garden,
and I just keep waiting with a smile in my future.

Summer always is summer
... it is summer in summer
because summer is the energy moving,
and I just have to pick up all those parts of my life,
that lost the battle with the system,
I have to regain myself, to lift my face,
to see straight in front of me,
and to borrow the courage of Boudica ,
because Summer is the time to be myself!

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The good things that I have had
I have obtained them free,
without contracts,
without signatures,
without appointments
without Visa
or MasterCard

The good things have interrupted quietly
have slid silently between the shreds of my life
and have invited to me to share them.

I am not in want of anything to be happy,
but I do need birdsong
a sky open without borders
stars twinkling
white clouds that fly

I am not in want of anything to be happy,
But I need the water
the dew
the sweet tear
the river
the rain
the sea

I am not in want of anything to be happy,
But I need the bread
the corn
the grass
the seed
the fruit

I am not in want of anything to be happy,
but I need the heat
the cold
the summer
the winter

I am not in want of anything to be happy,
but I need love
so I may follow my footpath without frontiers.

Night

The night is for letting me love
It is the time to leave
the thoughts resting
in the corner of life,
and to sail
in my space
without time.

The sun enters
through my window,
and its rays
invades my ideas.

Whirlwinds of light
give birth to thoughts,
which are born
with the dawn.

The darkness
takes wing,
and
I can see
what I couldn't
understand before.

I love you
Idea …
For planting the seeds of battle
In my heart.

…nevertheless, I know that I could love you,
without having seen you,
without having met you,
because I would have sensed you
and I would have known
that something was germinating in my heart
which I had not met.