sábado, 30 de agosto de 2014

The Smiths

Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope, but no harm
Just another false alarm
Last night I felt
Real arms around me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm
So, tell me how long
Before the last one?
And tell me how long
Before the right one?
The story is old, I know
But it goes on
The story is old, I know
But it goes on
Oh, goes on
And on
Oh, goes on
Goes on

miércoles, 27 de agosto de 2014

SOÑAR CONTIGO. TONI ZENET

Déjame esta noche... soñar contigo,
déjame imaginarme en tus labios los míos,
déjame que me crea que te vuelvo loca,
déjame que yo sea quien te quite la ropa,
déjame que mis manos rocen las tuyas,
déjame que te tome por la cintura,
déjame que te te espere aunque no vuelvas,
déjame que te deje, tenerme pena.

Si algún día diera con la manera de hacerte mía,
siempre yo te amaría como si fuera siempre ese día,
qué bonito seria jugarse la vida, probar tu veneno,
que bonito seria arrojar al suelo la copa vacía.

Déjame presumir, de ti un poquito,
que mi piel sea el forro de tu vestido,
déjame que te coma solo con los ojos,
con lo que me provocas yo me conformo.

Si algún día diera con la manera de hacerte mía,
siempre yo te amaría como si fuera siempre ese día,
qué bonito seria jugarse la vida, probar tu veneno,
que bonito seria arrojar al suelo la copa vacía.

Déjame esta noche... soñar... soñar... contigo

lunes, 25 de agosto de 2014

The People Look Like Flowers at Last. Charles Bukowski

I sit here
drunk now.
I am
a series of
small victories
and large defeats
and I am as
amazed
as any other
that
I have gotten
from there to
here
without committing murder
or being
murdered;
without
having ended up in the
madhouse.

as I drink alone
again tonight
my soul despite all the past
agony
thanks all the gods
who were not
there
for me
then.

domingo, 24 de agosto de 2014

POEMA PARA MI QUERIDA DIENTES ROTOS. CHARLES BUKOWSKI


Conozco a una mujer
que no para de comprar rompecabezas
chinos
de madera
de metal
piezas que al final encajan
en un cierto orden.
los hace
con precisión matemática
resuelve todos los
rompecabezas
vive junto al mar
pone azúcar en el jardín para las hormigas
y sobre todo cree
en un mundo mejor.
tiene el pelo blanco
que rara vez peina
tiene los dientes rotos
y usa ropa de trabajo grande y floja
sobre un cuerpo que
la mayoría de las mujeres desearían tener.
durante muchos años me irritaron
lo que yo consideraba
excentricidades suyas,
como aquello de echar cáscaras de huevo en remojo
(para aportarles calcio a las plantas).
pero al final cuando pienso en
su vida
y la comparo con otras vidas
que parecen más interesantes, originales
y hermosas
me doy cuenta de que ella es la que ha herido a menos
gente de todas las personas que conozco
(y con herir sólo quiero decir herir).
ella ha pasado épocas horribles,
épocas en las que tal vez yo podría
haberla ayudado más
porque ella es la madre de mi única
hija
y hace tiempo fuimos grandes amantes,
pero ella se fue
como he dicho
es quien ha herido a menos gente
de todos cuantos conozco
y si lo miras de ese modo,
bueno,
ha creado un mundo mejor.
ha ganado.

Francés, este poema es
para ti.

my garden by. Charles Bukowski




in the sun and in the rain


and in the day and in the night






pain is a flower


pain is flowers





blooming all the time

viernes, 22 de agosto de 2014

Frederick Buechner

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.      
For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I'm feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I'm feeling sad, it's my consolation. When I'm feeling happy, it's part of why I feel that way.
If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget, part of who I am will be gone.

jueves, 21 de agosto de 2014

Jean Baudrillard, Journal (1981)

How many faces, how many bodies can you recognize, with your eyes closed, only by touching them? Have you ever closed your eyes and acted unconsciously ? Or loved someone so blindly, you could almost feel their energy in a dark room and be moved by the powerful touch of their ideas?

miércoles, 20 de agosto de 2014

martes, 12 de agosto de 2014

Go cain. Najwa Nimri (una preciosa canción)



(Darling, 

I see you 

I'm alright, now) 




Go cain 

Day after day 

I know that you're the one who's gonna win 

So go cain 




Ready for the fight 

The time is not right 

Ready after all this years 

For the love you didn't get 

So go cain 




You take from all around the things you really want 

With cruelty from enemies, never mind 

Go cain 




The fear was there always since you were a child 

Go cain 




This time without compassion 

No one understands 

So go ahead 




This is enough to give 

This is enough to kill 

This is enough to keep on going 

Enough to keep on going 




This is enough to give 

This is enough to kill 

This is enough to keep on going 

Enough to keep on going 




Go cain 

Hate is gonna make you stronger 

But it could finish you 

But go cain 




Go cain 

Enough to keep going 

Enough to keep going 

Going ahead 




You know 

Sometimes 

You go ahead 

You go ahead 

With all this faith that is growing 

All this faith is growing fast 

All this faith, you had it before 

Had it before, before 




Cold, so much cold 

So much i loved before 

Not before 

And love, so much i love 

So much i love 




Ready for the fight 

The time is not right 

Ready after all this years 

For the love you didn't get 

So go cain 




This is enough to give 

This is enough to kill 

Enough to keep going 

Enough to keep going 




This is enough to give 

This is enough to kill 

This is enough to keep going 

Enough to keep going 




You know 

Sometimes 

You go ahead 

You go ahead 

With all this faith that is growing 

All this faith is growing fast 

All this faith, you had it before 

Had it before, before 




Go cain, go cain, go cain... 




Cold, so much cold 

So much i loved before 

Not before 

And love, so much i love 

So much i love

lunes, 11 de agosto de 2014

AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION. Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion

domingo, 10 de agosto de 2014

Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom. Dorothy Parker



Daily dawns another day;

I must up, to make my way.

Though I dress and drink and eat,

Move my fingers and my feet, 

Learn a little, here and there,

Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,

Hear a song, or watch a stage,

Leave some words upon a page,

Claim a foe, or hail a friend—

Bed awaits me at the end.




Though I go in pride and strength,

I'll come back to bed at length.

Though I walk in blinded woe,

Back to bed I'm bound to go.

High my heart, or bowed my head,

All my days but lead to bed.

Up, and out, and on; and then

Ever back to bed again,

Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall—

I'm a fool to rise at all!

viernes, 8 de agosto de 2014

Not Dark Yet. Bob Dylan

Shadows are falling and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep, time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough to be anywhere
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Well, my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Well, I’ve been to London and I’ve been to gay Paree
I’ve followed the river and I got to the sea
I’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain’t looking for nothing in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
I was born here and I’ll die here against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

martes, 5 de agosto de 2014

Cenizas. Alejandra Pizarnik


La noche se astilló de estrellas 
mirándome alucinada 
el aire arroja odio 
embellecido su rostro 
con música. 

Pronto nos iremos 

Arcano sueño 
antepasado de mi sonrisa 
el mundo está demacrado 
y hay candado pero no llaves 
y hay pavor pero no lágrimas. 

¿Qué haré conmigo? 

Porque a Ti te debo lo que soy 

Pero no tengo mañana 

Porque a Ti te... 

La noche sufre.