Un regard pour Carolyn Carlson, photographies de Max Ruiz

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CAROLYN CARLSON

the waters will come to your doors will sweed away the lands and houses and bodies and prayers

EVANGILE SELON SAINT-LUC

Il vaut mieux mendier du pain sur terre que de l’eau en enfer.

OCTAVIO PAZ

Nombras el agua, niña.

Y el agua brota, no sé donde, brilla en hojas, habla en las piedras y en húmedos vapores nos convierte

GASTON BACHELARD

la mort de l’eau est plus songeuse que la mort de la terre : la peine de l’eau est infinie.

FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA

Mamá, Yo quiero ser de agua.

Hijo, tendrás mucho frío.

TOM STOPPARD We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

SOR JUANA INÉS DE LA CRUZ

Anoche cuando dormía soñé, ¡ bendita ilusión ! que una fontana fluía dentro de mi corazón.

Di, ¿ por qué acequia escondida, agua, vienes hasta mí, manantial de nueva vida de donde nunca bebí ?

RAINER MARĂ?A RILKE

And if the earth has forgotten you Say to the still earth: I am flowing.

To the rushing waters say: I am.

JAMES JOYCE

The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing Where I go.

I hear the noise of many waters Far below.

All day, all night, I hear them flowing To and fro.

FRANCIS OF ASSISI (1181 • 1226)

Be praised, My Lord, through Sister Water; she is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure.

Canticle of the Sun circa 1225

FERNANDO PESSOA

Me duelen las superficies de los azules de los estanques que he creado en sueĂąos.