El sino peripatético me ha traído a la Ciudad de Panamá en mi tránsito entre las tres Américas. Y en el Casco Antiguo de la ciudad me ha ocurrido algo espontáneo pero no meramente casual, algo cuya naturaleza en inglés se llamaría serendipity. Deambulando por las antiguas calles enladrilladas, en medio de palacios, caserones, iglesias, … Continue reading Bolívar y el Istmo de Panamá
You walk among the spirits of flying dervishes and the whispers of their mystical joy on the anniversary of Rumi's death. How many lives have been loved, how many loves have been lived, how many flying hearts have turned and danced in his land since 17 December 1273? How many dances have been danced, how … Continue reading Rumi: Rubaiyat at Random
I have been biking to the piers at Sunset Park to read Siddhartha while facing the upper bay of the Hudson River's estuary. I knew that Siddhartha's encounter with the river would be the tale's most moving chapter for me. I wanted to prepare for it by contemplating, as I read, the ebb and flow … Continue reading Siddhartha by the River
Daniel G. Campos 