Then he understood that here, so far from the city proper, the smoke
was dispersed, and the stars were visible. He nearly lost his
balance, looking up. The stars sparked, brilliant and unsteady on a
field of ebony. There were thousands of them.
He knew them,
some of them, from the map in the schoolroom. There was the Great
Horse. There was the Hunter. There, so faint he could not be sure,
but there, he thought, were the Pleiades, a cluster of minor stars,
the seven, a circle of phosphorescence
I think it´s not the most suitable moment for this post after the
power outage of the other day, but let´s do it, let´s talk about
light pollution. All of the astronomical observatories are in remote
places far from the cities for this reason, just like some animals
that need the night. Even some trees go wild with so much light. But,
as it was said in the film “Amanece que no es poco” about
americans, nightlights have also some good things.
About the power
outage, I´ll post soon a poem called “Defeat of Bill Gates” by
José Emilio Pacheco. Meanwhile, we have Camarón and his flinty rock
With rock of
flint
I´ve made a
candelabrum
For me to be able
to illuminate
Because more
light, I don´t want it
Because more
light I don´t want it, I live in darkness
I´m following
one to one the stars in heaven, among red and yellow
Under the black
ribbon of a silence
In a night so
cold
And dark like
velvet
When I put her
mop of black hair
As a mantilla
Her mouth crashed
next to mine
giving me kisses
And she even
cried with joy