La mirada terrena

Quien no busca alzar su mirada más allá de la superficie cotidiana no podrá ver nunca el horizonte, ¿cómo podrá entonces encontrar otros territorios? ¿cómo podrá encadenar nuevas huellas? Sólo a los visionarios su corazón les pide caminar en la exacta dirección donde el confín es una infinitud de cambiantes lienzos que mantiene los latidos de la ilusión sobre lo que el nuevo día deparará.

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When a dream is born in you
With a sudden clamorous pain,
When you know the dream is true
And lovely, with no flaw nor stain,
O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch
You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much.

Dreams are like a bird that mocks,
Flirting the feathers of his tail.
When you seize at the salt-box,
Over the hedge you'll see him sail.
Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff:
They watch you from the apple bough and laugh.

Poet, never chase the dream.
Laugh yourself, and turn away.
Mask your hunger; let it seem
Small matter if he come or stay;
But when he nestles in your hand at last,
Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast.

A Pinch Of Salt, Robert Graves