lo que quieren las chicas en estos tiempos


All the girls on these times of disaster want a party I'm not able to give, so I learn every night some new clapping and dancing and the compass measure is the show. 
When it would be so easy to give me a cure at night: some heat, some strength, near the dance floor. Just the softest 3 by 4 and you moving the head. No fear. No blankets. No pills. A hymn, yes. 
All the girls on these times of disaster want a party I'm not able to give, so I learn every night some new clapping and dancing and the compass measure is the show. 
Then it always comes the morning and it's sometimes really quiet but always full of echoes of you. The newspaper speaking noisy and the countdown of parent's wake. The shout of a life that it's silly and foul.

Times of Disaster by Migala on Grooveshark

de cañas con Josemari

Es falso el entusiasmo de las voces
y todos lo sabemos. Mas se charla
para evitar preguntas que en las sombras
aguardan con temor que se las llame.

Y se beben cervezas cual si fuera
a batirse algún récord para el Guiness

Nadie pregunta nada. Se discurre
y alborota de cosas que no importan
para aclarar aquellas importantes
que duele mencionarlas por frustradas.

José María Fonollosa