"The Garden of the Shore".
Argentine national treasure poet Diana Beresi.
She spent six years walking through the Americas, and after a few years, she returned to Argentina and rented a small house surrounded by sweetgum trees, oak and eucalyptus trees, and a stream that flowed slowly in front of her door, where she rested and wrote poetry.
Beresi's perception is tenderly attached to all things natural: the shallow ponds in the woods, the flowering magnolias, the forests, the giant trees of Savalía, the trees adorned with flowers, the jacarandas beside the streets of Buenos Aires, and the blades of grass on the walls.
I can't imagine how many jungles she trekked, how many wildernesses she stood, how many hardships she went through, and how much time she spent to have such a perception and whimsy of love and beauty.
The fluttering of the branches, the scattering of a petal in summer, the singing of the spot-tailed forest pigeon, the light air, the roses, the moss, the gloomy and deep blue of winter.
Chirping birds, turquoise, dreamcatchers, summer blue butterflies, wild gardens, boats gliding across the sunset waters...
Flipping through the pages, I love every chapter and every paragraph!
Will winter become a dream erased in August?If life depends on memory, creation is the madness of forgetting. ”
When we have nothing to look forward to, every second is beautiful, maybe we can be happy. ”
What flows between the lines is her deep affection for life, her unique philosophy and perception of life, and her accumulated aesthetics and tastes, which have endowed me with an inexhaustible aesthetic education and urged me to live my life in a new way.