Relatar el principio
no puede ser tan complicado,
antes iba deprisa,
perdóname si voy despacio.
Arrancad los motores,
que no haya silencio,
descorcharemos las mejores
bebidas que tenemos.
Aunque estoy agotado,
iré a buscar lo que me pidas.
Desde aquella habitación,
desde aquel rincón tan exquisito,
lanzamos un mensaje para todo el universo.
A través de aquel calor,
yo me transmito al exterior,
por tus gestos, en tu arte,
por los nuestros, en tu forma de entenderlo,
ha merecido ...
Trataré de llevarme
imágenes que me harán la espera soportable,
fueron incalculables
diamantes al fondo en cada una de las tardes.
Desde aquella habitación,
desde aquel rincón tan exquisito,
lanzamos un mensaje para todo el universo.
A través de aquel calor,
yo me transmito al exterior,
por tus gestos, en tu arte,
por los nuestros, en tu forma de entenderlo.
Donde me sentaba yo,
escribo desde donde me sentaba yo.
Desde aquella habitación,
desde aquel rincón tan exquisito,
lanzamos un mensaje para todo el universo.
A través de aquel calor,
yo me transmito al exterior,
por tus gestos, en tu arte,
por los nuestros, en tu forma de entenderlo.
(Donde me sentaba yo)
Por tus gestos, en tu arte,
(escribo desde donde me sentaba yo)
por los nuestros, en tu forma de entenderlo.
Donde me sentaba yo,
escribo desde donde me sentaba yo.
Donde me sentaba yo,
escribo desde donde me sentaba yo.
Donde me sentaba yo,
escribo desde donde me sentaba yo ...
si el cielo pudiera
The Hours
While I shower and shave
night is growing old
as I recount my days
you simply count
and coldly mark time
this performance in fact
last, and sweetly in vain
so human, dressed and packed
let me entertain you
one more time
you watch it turn
from dark to dawn
you don't seem
to need much sleep
you're unconcerned
day is breaking like a wave
and the water's much too deep
more faithful still
than God or man
quietly you're
clocking me
ordained to fill
a baneful hourglass
without pause and without grief
if Heaven can wait
talk to Fate
give me just
one more day
as you attend
won't you please
won't you bend
won't you stay
this breach
this gold
to airy thinness beat
While I shower and shave
night is growing old
as I recount my days
you simply count
and coldly mark time
this performance in fact
last, and sweetly in vain
so human, dressed and packed
let me entertain you
one more time
you watch it turn
from dark to dawn
you don't seem
to need much sleep
you're unconcerned
day is breaking like a wave
and the water's much too deep
more faithful still
than God or man
quietly you're
clocking me
ordained to fill
a baneful hourglass
without pause and without grief
if Heaven can wait
talk to Fate
give me just
one more day
as you attend
won't you please
won't you bend
won't you stay
this breach
this gold
to airy thinness beat
you
watch it turn
from dark to dawn
eyes and lips and hands
I forsake
you will endure
long after we are gone
and these hearts and this wave
will break
from dark to dawn
eyes and lips and hands
I forsake
you will endure
long after we are gone
and these hearts and this wave
will break
Letra y música de Patricia Barber
aspirina en el café con leche
desleír.
(Del lat. delēre).
2. tr. Atenuar notablemente la
expresión de pensamientos, ideas, conceptos, etc.
MORF. conjug. c. sonreír.
precedentes de Nico
Am I Blue, de Harry Akst y Grant Clarke. Interpretada por Hoagy
Carmichael y Lauren Bacal en To have and have not, de Howard
Hawks, 1944.
Am I blue
Am I blue
Ain't these tears in my eyes tellin' you
Am I blue
You would be too
If your plans with your man
Done fell through
There was a time
I was the only one
And now I'm the sad and lonely one, lonely, lonely
Was I gay, until today
Now he's gone and we're through
Am I blue
Oh, you know I'm blue
Oh, you make me, make me so blue
Ain't these tears in my eyes tellin' you
Oh, you makin' me so blue
You know, you know, know you do
Now my plans with my man
They done fell through
There was a time
That I was his only one
And now I'm the sad and lonely one, lonely
Was I gay, until today
But now he's gone and we're through
Am I blue
Am I blue
Ain't these tears in my eyes tellin' you
Am I blue
You would be too
If your plans with your man
Done fell through
There was a time
I was the only one
And now I'm the sad and lonely one, lonely, lonely
Was I gay, until today
Now he's gone and we're through
Am I blue
Oh, you know I'm blue
Oh, you make me, make me so blue
Ain't these tears in my eyes tellin' you
Oh, you makin' me so blue
You know, you know, know you do
Now my plans with my man
They done fell through
There was a time
That I was his only one
And now I'm the sad and lonely one, lonely
Was I gay, until today
But now he's gone and we're through
Am I blue
soledades en la jungla del dinero
Money jungle, grabado en 1962 en New York City.
Duke Ellington al piano, Charles Mingus al bajo y Max Roach a la batería.
Duke Ellington al piano, Charles Mingus al bajo y Max Roach a la batería.
pájaros y sombras en las catacumbas
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De vidas cortas y romanticismos impenitentes. Enlazados por la complicidad, uno con su caballete y el otro con su partitura, Víktor y Modesto. El primero se fue antes, demasiado antes, y dejó al segundo cojo, tullido durante siete años y medio más. Previamente, en la retrospectiva, ideó esto que suena. Mauricio, pájaro olfativo, la orquestó, que inicialmente iba solo para piano.
Concierto de año nuevo, día más dos.
relación paternofilial
Leyendo Maus, de Art S., tuve la sensación de que
me contaban A para hablarme de B. Indagué en la red, pero no hallé. Lo hablé
con un amigo y sí hallé. Tiempo después se publica MetaMaus, la exégesis final
y mastodóntica del mundo roedor; y en la noticia aparecida en el periódico, leo que
afirma el hijo respecto a su padre:
“No me quería
asemejar en nada a él. Me hice artista porque le parecía algo inútil”, cuenta
Spiegelman.
Nada nuevo, como siempre.
como tú y como yo
She
came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's college,
that's where I,
caught her eye.
She told me that her dad was loaded,
I said "in that case i'll have a rum and coca-cola."
she said "fine."
And in thirty seconds time she said,
I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,
like you.
Well what else could i do -
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket,
I don't know why,
but i had to start it somewhere,
so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money,
she just laughed and said,
"oh you're so funny."
I said "yeah?
well i can't see anyone else smiling in here".
Are you sure you want to live like common people,
you want to see whatever common people see,
you want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people,
like me.
But she didn't understand,
she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
but still you'll never get it right,
'cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you called your dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do whatever common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.
Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through.
Laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they're laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.
Like a dog lying in a corner,
they will bite you and never warn you,
look out, they'll tear your insides out.
Cause everybody hates a tourist,
especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh,
yeah and the chip stain's grease,
will come out in the bath.
You will never understand
how it feels to live your life
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere left to go.
you are amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright,
whilst you can only wonder why.
rent a flat above a shop
cut your hair and get a job
smoke some fags and play some pool
pretend you never went to school,
but still you'll never get it right
'cause when you're laid in bed at night
and watching roaches climb the wall,
if you called your dad he could stop it all
yeah
You'll never live like common people
you'll never do what common people do
you'll never fail like common people
you'll never watch your life slide out of view
and then dance and drink and screw
'because there's nothing else to do
I want to live with common people like you.....
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's college,
that's where I,
caught her eye.
She told me that her dad was loaded,
I said "in that case i'll have a rum and coca-cola."
she said "fine."
And in thirty seconds time she said,
I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,
like you.
Well what else could i do -
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket,
I don't know why,
but i had to start it somewhere,
so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money,
she just laughed and said,
"oh you're so funny."
I said "yeah?
well i can't see anyone else smiling in here".
Are you sure you want to live like common people,
you want to see whatever common people see,
you want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people,
like me.
But she didn't understand,
she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
but still you'll never get it right,
'cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you called your dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do whatever common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.
Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through.
Laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they're laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.
Like a dog lying in a corner,
they will bite you and never warn you,
look out, they'll tear your insides out.
Cause everybody hates a tourist,
especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh,
yeah and the chip stain's grease,
will come out in the bath.
You will never understand
how it feels to live your life
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere left to go.
you are amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright,
whilst you can only wonder why.
rent a flat above a shop
cut your hair and get a job
smoke some fags and play some pool
pretend you never went to school,
but still you'll never get it right
'cause when you're laid in bed at night
and watching roaches climb the wall,
if you called your dad he could stop it all
yeah
You'll never live like common people
you'll never do what common people do
you'll never fail like common people
you'll never watch your life slide out of view
and then dance and drink and screw
'because there's nothing else to do
I want to live with common people like you.....
palabras oxidadas
enrobinarse.
1. prnl. Alb. y Ar. Cubrirse de
robín, enmohecerse.
robín.
(Del lat. rubīgo,
-ĭnis).
orín1.
(Del lat. aerūgo,
-ĭnis, roya de cereales, cruzado con aurīgo).
rotonda en 1966
En el curso
de un paseo de un cuarto de hora había pasado por delante de un hospital, de
una cárcel, de un manicomio, de una escuela de enfermeras, de una iglesia y de
un cuartel de bomberos. ¿No era un especie de compendio de la existencia? Sólo
faltaba el cementerio, que no estaba tan lejos.
El gato. George Simenon
código binario
Bishop
was a perfectionist who did not write prolifically, preferring instead to spend
long periods of time polishing her work. She published only 101 poems during her lifetime.
Extraído de su biografía publicada en Poetry Foundation
One
Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to
master;
so many things seem filled with
the intent
to be lost that their loss is no
disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept
the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly
spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to
master.
Then practice losing farther,
losing faster:
places, and names, and where it
was you meant
to travel. None of these will
bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And
look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved
houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to
master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And,
vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a
continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a
disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking
voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s
evident
the art of losing’s not too hard
to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop
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