In the picture; Eric,Jean and Gerardo in Isla Negra.
Some of you know I was visited by lovely cousins of England who come to vist us. Was really nice.Is Jean (cousin) and her lovely husband, Eric.
I new them by first time about 12 years ago when the childs have only 1 and half years I think. they are from Southampton and with Jean we always talk by mail sometines, she is so nice and warm.
But this week I really enjoy with them a lot because they were in my house.
And I wanted to post about it and our visit to Pablo Neruda House in Isla Negra in Chile. If you dont know about Pablo Neruda I can tell you was a nice poet and man and he born in 1908 and pass a way in September 1973.But he let a lovely legacy about poems and many things.
He received the Nobel prize in 1971 and many of his poems are translated to many lenguajes and english of course if you want to look some poems.(look Geoogle by Pablo Neruda poems)
This lovely poet noy only, write poems, was a man to collect many things and made homes, had three homes one in Valparaíso, other in Isla Negra (this) and other in Santiago, In all this house he places the things he buy in differents parts of the world. We was an Ambassador too in France in the year 1971.The pictures that I post are in Isla negra in the beach where he live until died.
Father and son...
Gerrardo Jr, take some pictures of the inside of the house because they dont let take pictures inside, only outsdoor, but here he take someone by the windows.
Here is the Bar, so nice he loves to make some drinks to their friends he always received friends to lunch or dinner in Isla negra. He loved to eat and drink specially with friends!
Some of his bottles collection in Isla negra.Side the Bar.
"If You Forget Me"
I want you to know
one thing
you know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon,ate the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
eveything carries me to you
as if everything that exists
aromas,light,metal
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours
that wait for me.
Well I know
if little by little you stop
loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little
if suddenly you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already
have forgotten you.... (Pablo Neruda poem)
He like to collect too figureheads of females that found at the Prow of ships to about 16th and 18 th century.
Finally, the family/friends!! not always the family are your friends and you know this.
But really I feel Jean and Eric how lovely friends that I had known many years, so closed and warm
We really enjoy when they were here and we miss them a lot but I really appreciate to know them more.
Was nice and lovely days.So fast! Dear Eric and Jean I want to tell you I miss you a lot and have lovely times with you and really hope you come back soon!!
EN ESPAÑOL
Poemas, Casa de Pablo Neruda en Isla Negra y familia
Algunos de ustedes saben que he estado con visitas de Inglaterra, toda esta semana, mi prima Jean y su esposo Eric, encantadoras personas.
Es curioso como en poco tiempo, te puedes encantar y unir tan fuerte a personas que quieres pero no conocìas tanto, y sentirlos tan cerca màs que familia tambièn como amigos.
Ellos habìan venido a Chile hace màs o menos 12 años cuando los niños eran pequeños, pero estuvimos poco juntos. Ahora estuvieron en mi casa una semana y fueron preciosos dìas lo pasamos super bien.
Una de estas partes que fuimos fue a la Casa de Pablo Neruda en Isla Negra donde estaba una de sus casas, otra en Santiago y otra en Valparaíso.
Todas las casas son hermosas, yo conozco Valparaìso y ahora Isla negra.
Son casas muy especiales porque a èl le encantaba coleccionar cosas como botellas, mascarones de proa. etc.
Las casas de Pablo estàn en la orilla del mar, de ahi las fotos y en todas las piezas puedes ver el mar (el dormitorio es fantàstico)
ODA AL SECRETO AMOR (extracto poema Pablo Neruda)
Tù sabes
que adivinan
el misterio
me ven,
nos ven,
y nada se ha dicho,
ni tus ojos,
ni tu voz, ni tu pelo
ni tu amor han hablado
y lo saben
de pronto,
sin saberlo
lo saben.
Me despido y camino
hacia otro lado
y saben
que me esperas.
Alegre
vivo
y canto
y sueño,
seguro
de mì mismo,
y conocen
de algùn modo
que tù eres mi alegría...
Amor,
amor
amor
oh! flor secreta
llama invisible
clara quemadura!..
Isla Negra, Diciembre 2008
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