martes, mayo 22, 2007
Furia
remontar este infierno que aborrezco.
Crece mi furia y ante mi furia crezco
y solo junto al mar espero el día.
Reynaldo Arenas - Mi amante el mar
Clásicos populares (197)
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
Chorus
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone
Chorus
And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care
Ralph McTell - Streets of London
domingo, mayo 20, 2007
De noche
andan por el campo las parejas,
las mujeres sueltan su pelo,
cuenta su dinero el comerciante,
los ciudadanos leen con temor las novedades
en el diario de la tarde,
niños con los pequeños puños cerrados
honda y suficientemente duermen.
Cada uno hace lo único verdadero,
sigue una misión sublime,
lactante, ciudadano, parejas:
¿y yo, en cambio, yo no?
¡Sí! También mis nocturnos actos
cuyo esclavo soy,
no pueden escapar al espíritu del mundo,
ellos también tienen sentido.
Y voy así, de un lado para otro,
bailo íntimamente,
susurro tontas canciones callejeras,
a Dios alabo y a mí mismo,
bebo vino y fantaseo,
como si fuera un bajá,
siento en los riñones unas molestias,
sonrío, bebo más,
a mi corazón digo sí
(mañana es imposible),
tramo a partir de pasados dolores
un poema, como jugando,
veo rodar la luna y las estrellas,
intuyo su sentido,
siento como si viajara con ellas
no importa a dónde.
Hermann Hesse - De noche
miércoles, mayo 16, 2007
Felicidad
Gabriel García Márquez - Cien años de soledad (fragmento)
Clásicos populares (195)
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day?
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after an
You're my wonderwall
Said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
Oasis - Wonderwall
martes, mayo 15, 2007
Flor instantánea
vivir uno sin otro:
miedo a estar alejados
en el viento, en la niebla,
en los pasos del día,
en la luz del relámpago,
en cualquier parte. Miedo
que les hace abrazarse
unirse en este aire
que ahora juntos respiran.
Y se buscan y buscan
esa flor instantánea
que cuando se consigue
se deshace en un soplo
y hay que ir a encontrar otras
en el jardín umbrío.
Miedo; bendito miedo
que propicia el deseo
la agonía y el rapto
de los que mueren juntos
y resucitan luego.
José Agustín Goytisolo - Flor instantánea
Cover
Brian Wilson & The Corrs - God only knows
"Para muchos, la mejor canción pop que se ha escrito"
domingo, mayo 13, 2007
Clásicos populares (194)
P.P. Arnold - The fisrt cut is the deepest (originally written and performed by Cat Stevens)
Historia inacabada
A pesar de llevar cinco años muerto, Joaquín Rodríguez Soto aún recordaba con nitidez el ya lejano día de su nacimiento. Los gritos de su madre, el ir y venir de las mujeres y las palabras de aliento de la comadrona resonaban en su cabeza, y sus ojos todavía se cerraban con fuerza al rememorar el primer destello de luz que hirió sus ojos. Era extraño – pensó. Cosas de un pasado lejano estaban presentes en su cabeza como si hubieran sucedido ayer y; sin embargo, era incapaz de recordar ni una sola de las circunstancias de su muerte. Sonrió. Para sus adentros pensó que su vida - o debía decir su muerte - había sido digna de una comedia absurda. Durante el tiempo que había estado vivo nada había hecho que mereciese ser recordado; mejor dicho, la mayoría de sus actos eran completamente olvidables. Ahora que estaba muerto todos le tenían por un santo. La culpa la tuvo aquella involuntaria aparición ante unos desgraciados que dormían bajo un puente de la autopista. Ya se lo dijo un ocasional compañero de correrías espectrales, “haz lo que quieras, pero no te aparezcas donde haya gente, que el mundo está al revés y nunca sabes por dónde te van a salir”.
Razorlight - America
Enseñanza y lógica
Paul Feyerabend - Contra el método (fragmento)
miércoles, mayo 09, 2007
Atmósfera
Don't walk away, in silence.
See the danger,
Always danger,
Endless talking,
Life rebuilding,
Don't walk away.
Walk in silence,
Don't turn away, in silence.
Your confusion,
My illusion,
Worn like a mask of self-hate,
Confronts and then dies.
Don't walk away.
People like you find it easy,
Naked to see,
Walking on air.
Hunting by the rivers,
Through the streets,
Every corner abandoned too soon,
Set down with due care.
Don't walk away in silence,
Don't walk away.
Joy Division - Atmosphere
domingo, mayo 06, 2007
viernes, mayo 04, 2007
Clásicos populares (191)
Said the joker to the theif
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the wine
Nobody of it is worth
No reason to get exited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us talk falsely now
The hour's getting late
All along the watchtower
The princess kept the view
While all the women came
And went bare feet servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were aproaching
And the wind began to howl
Jimi Hendrix - All along the watchtower (originally written and performed by Bob Dylan)
Más allá
Yukio Mishima - Los siete puentes
Beat Crusaders - Ghost