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?

Borges

"Enamorarse es crear una religión que tiene un dios falible"

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

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

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!

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

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.