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Rolando Mario Toro Araneda

Rolando Mario Toro Araneda was born in Concepción, Chile, on April 19, 1924.

He trained as a teacher of basic education at the “José Abelardo Núñez” Normal School in Santiago, Chile in 1943. He taught in Valparaíso, Talcahuano, Pocuro, and Santiago (Chile) from 1944 to 1957.

In 1964, he graduated from the School of Psychology at the Pedagogical Institute of the University of Chile.

He led the Chair of Psychology of Art and Expression at the Aesthetics Institute of the Pontificia Universidad Católica de Chile. As a professor at the Center for Medical Anthropology at the School of Medicine of the University of Chile, he conducted research on the Expression of the Unconscious and on the States of Expansion of Consciousness. He was named Professor Emeritus of the Open University of Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Between 1968 and 1973, he began his experiences with Biodanza (referred to as Psícodanza during this period). He implemented this system at the Psychiatric Hospital of Santiago and at the Aesthetic Institute of the Catholic University of Chile.

He has lived successively in Chile, Argentina, Brazil, and Italy.

Rolando Toro was also a poet and painter. He published several books of poetry and psychotherapy and held painting exhibitions in Brazil and Italy.

According to Rolando Toro, his most intimate profession was that of a poet.

Videos of Rolando

Poems of Rolando

LOOKING FOR A PLACE

I’ve been feeling a little lost lately.
I am searching for a place to live.
A place that truly belongs to me.

In the hollow of the night?
On the edge of the cliff?
Under the plum tree?
I do not know…
A place between your arms, love.

Book: Ballad of the Fallen Angel

MERLIN

When I first appeared at your side,
I was the Wizard Merlin,
destined to fulfill your wishes
and take you to the unknown valleys of passion.

As we passed,
we observed the lizard on the sunny wall,
the sunflowers swaying in the breeze,
and the timeless sea.

When I appeared at your side,
I was the Wizard Merlin:
“This is your night,
and in your night you can be anything
you wish to be.”

And you were a princess, a shepherdess,
mistress of the song.

Now that you depart, I leave you with the music
gentle,
silent,
of my love.

Book: After the Steps of Aphrodite.

THE IMPOSSIBLE CAN HAPPEN

Because we have more energy than we receive.
We have light in our eyes and migratory birds
because the impossible can happen.

Our steps are full of conviction
through labyrinths of love…
Argonauts by the unknown sea,
in search of the inner calf,
because we have the power of the miracle.

The illusion, the bud on the cut oak,
the hurricane with a woman’s name,
and the heart beating
still without love,
because the impossible can happen.

The blue angel in our bed,
waiting for his new destiny,
because the miraculous has the face of an angel.

We have children in the short span of one hundred years,
and our love is infinite.

We hold a love letter in our hands
and large golden wheat fields
in an ear of sleep.
Because the impossible is the everyday.

Book: The Impossible Can Happen