- -
renuente.
(Del lat. renŭens,
-entis, part. act. de renuĕre, hacer con la cabeza un
signo negativo).
renuencia.
(Del lat. renŭens, -entis,
renuente).
Jim y Caroline en el cabaré berlinés ideado por Lou
Valga como intro:
"Oh, Jim! Oh, Caroline! El drogadicto yanqui y la prostituta alemana dentro de un álbum que es una auténtica obra de teatro. Dos seres malditos sobre los que el oyente ve, conoce, siente, su maltrato cotidiano, su desesperación y su caída social. Su imposibilidad de salvación."
De Fernando Navarro, completa aquí.
“Caroline Says I” se edifica sobre un ritmo vivo y un estribillo perfecto situado entre un coro y una cuerda deslumbrante. La canción más alegre del disco.
"Oh, Jim! Oh, Caroline! El drogadicto yanqui y la prostituta alemana dentro de un álbum que es una auténtica obra de teatro. Dos seres malditos sobre los que el oyente ve, conoce, siente, su maltrato cotidiano, su desesperación y su caída social. Su imposibilidad de salvación."
De Fernando Navarro, completa aquí.
“Caroline Says I” se edifica sobre un ritmo vivo y un estribillo perfecto situado entre un coro y una cuerda deslumbrante. La canción más alegre del disco.
“Caroline Says II” abre la segunda cara. Versión de “Stephanie Says”, tema
de la época Velvet localizable en “VU” (1985) que con leves caricias de cuerda
supone la antítesis de su primera parte, porque si allí era la alegría
contenida, aquí la belleza se transmuta en añoranza distante.
La crítica completa de José Mª de Jorge, aquí, en el Rockdelux.
Caroline
says that I'm just a toy
she wants a man, not just a boy
Oh, Caroline says, ooohhh, Caroline says
Caroline says she can't help but be mean
or cruel, or oh so it seems
Oh, Caroline says, Caroline says
She say she doesn't want a man who leans
Still she is my Germanic -
- Queen
Yeah, she's my Queen
The things she does, the things she says
people shouldn't treat others that way
But at first I thought I could take it all
Just like poison in a vial
hey, she was often very vile
But of course, I thought I could take it all
Caroline says that I'm not a man
so she'll go get it catch as catch can
Oh, Caroline says, yeah, Caroline says
Caroline says moments in time
can't continue to be only mine
Oh, Caroline says, yeah, Caroline says
She treats me like I am a fool
But to me she's still a German -
- Queen, ooohhh, she's my -
- Queen, ya ...
Queen, hey baby, she's my Queen
(Queen)
(Queen)
(Queen)
(Queen)
(Queen)
(Queen)
(Queen)
(Queen)
...
she wants a man, not just a boy
Oh, Caroline says, ooohhh, Caroline says
Caroline says she can't help but be mean
or cruel, or oh so it seems
Oh, Caroline says, Caroline says
She say she doesn't want a man who leans
Still she is my Germanic -
- Queen
Yeah, she's my Queen
The things she does, the things she says
people shouldn't treat others that way
But at first I thought I could take it all
Just like poison in a vial
hey, she was often very vile
But of course, I thought I could take it all
Caroline says that I'm not a man
so she'll go get it catch as catch can
Oh, Caroline says, yeah, Caroline says
Caroline says moments in time
can't continue to be only mine
Oh, Caroline says, yeah, Caroline says
She treats me like I am a fool
But to me she's still a German -
- Queen, ooohhh, she's my -
- Queen, ya ...
Queen, hey baby, she's my Queen
(Queen)
(Queen)
(Queen)
(Queen)
(Queen)
(Queen)
(Queen)
(Queen)
...
Caroline says
as she gets up off the floor
Why is it that you beat me
it isn't any fun
Caroline says
as she makes up her eyes
You ought to learn more about yourself
think more than just I
But she's not afraid to die
all her friends call her "Alaska"
When she takes speed, they laugh and ask her
What is in her mind
what is in her mind
Caroline says
as she gets up from the floor
You can hit me all you want to
but I don't love you anymore
Caroline says
while biting her lip
Life is meant to be more than this
and this is a bum trip
But she's not afraid to die
all her friends call her "Alaska"
When she takes speed, they laugh and ask her
What is in her mind
what is in her mind
She put her fist through the window pane
It was such a funny feeling
It's so cold in Alaska
it's so cold in Alaska
It's so cold in Alaska
as she gets up off the floor
Why is it that you beat me
it isn't any fun
Caroline says
as she makes up her eyes
You ought to learn more about yourself
think more than just I
But she's not afraid to die
all her friends call her "Alaska"
When she takes speed, they laugh and ask her
What is in her mind
what is in her mind
Caroline says
as she gets up from the floor
You can hit me all you want to
but I don't love you anymore
Caroline says
while biting her lip
Life is meant to be more than this
and this is a bum trip
But she's not afraid to die
all her friends call her "Alaska"
When she takes speed, they laugh and ask her
What is in her mind
what is in her mind
She put her fist through the window pane
It was such a funny feeling
It's so cold in Alaska
it's so cold in Alaska
It's so cold in Alaska
Stephanie says
That she wants to know
Why she's given half her life,
To people she hates now
Stephanie says
When answering the phone
What country shall I say
Is calling from across the world
But she's not afraid to die,
The people all call her Alaska
Between worlds so the people ask her
Cause it's all in her mind
It's all in her mind
Stephanie says
That she wants to know
Why it is though she's the door
She can't be the room
Stephanie says
But doesn't hang up the phone
What sea shell she is calling
From across the world
But she's not afraid to die,
The people all cal her Alaska
Between worlds so the people ask her
Cause it's all in her mind
It's all in her mind
They're asking
Is it good or bad
It's such an icy feeling
It's so cold in Alaska,
It's so cold in Alaska,
It's so cold in Alaska
Y casi finalmente algo de Julian Schnabel:
That she wants to know
Why she's given half her life,
To people she hates now
Stephanie says
When answering the phone
What country shall I say
Is calling from across the world
But she's not afraid to die,
The people all call her Alaska
Between worlds so the people ask her
Cause it's all in her mind
It's all in her mind
Stephanie says
That she wants to know
Why it is though she's the door
She can't be the room
Stephanie says
But doesn't hang up the phone
What sea shell she is calling
From across the world
But she's not afraid to die,
The people all cal her Alaska
Between worlds so the people ask her
Cause it's all in her mind
It's all in her mind
They're asking
Is it good or bad
It's such an icy feeling
It's so cold in Alaska,
It's so cold in Alaska,
It's so cold in Alaska
Y casi finalmente algo de Julian Schnabel:
Para acabar, la sonrisa:
El visionario de Stephen Davis escribió en diciembre de 1973 una reseña sobre el Berlín de Lou que le ha valido su paso a la posteridad. En la Rollingstone, nada más y nada menos. Grande Stephen, grande. Goodbye, Stephen.
Lou Reed's Berlin is a disaster, taking the listener into a distorted and degenerate
demimonde of paranoia, schizophrenia, degradation, pill-induced violence and
suicide. There are certain records that are so patently offensive that one
wishes to take some kind of physical vengeance on the artists that perpetrate
them. Reed's only excuse for this kind of performance (which isn't really
performed as much as spoken and shouted over Bob Ezrin's limp production) can
only be that this was his last shot at a once-promising career. Goodbye, Lou.
al despertar
Hubo un tiempo que fue hermoso
y fui libre de verdad,
guardaba todos mis sueños
en castillos de cristal.
Poco a poco fui creciendo,
y mis fábulas de amor
se fueron desvaneciendo
como pompas de jabón.
Te encontraré una mañana
dentro de mi habitación
y prepararás la cama
para dos.
Es larga la carretera
cuando uno mira atrás
vas cruzando las fronteras
sin darte cuenta quizás.
Tomate del pasamanos
porque antes de llegar
se aferraron mil ancianos
pero se fueron igual.
Te encontraré una mañana
dentro de mi habitación
y prepararás la cama
para dos.
Quisiera saber tu nombre
tu lugar, tu dirección
si te han puesto teléfono,
también tu numeración.
Te suplico que me avises
si me vienes a buscar,
no es porque te tenga miedo,
sólo me quiero arreglar.
Te encontraré una mañana
dentro de mi habitación
y prepararás la cama
para dos.
y fui libre de verdad,
guardaba todos mis sueños
en castillos de cristal.
Poco a poco fui creciendo,
y mis fábulas de amor
se fueron desvaneciendo
como pompas de jabón.
Te encontraré una mañana
dentro de mi habitación
y prepararás la cama
para dos.
Es larga la carretera
cuando uno mira atrás
vas cruzando las fronteras
sin darte cuenta quizás.
Tomate del pasamanos
porque antes de llegar
se aferraron mil ancianos
pero se fueron igual.
Te encontraré una mañana
dentro de mi habitación
y prepararás la cama
para dos.
Quisiera saber tu nombre
tu lugar, tu dirección
si te han puesto teléfono,
también tu numeración.
Te suplico que me avises
si me vienes a buscar,
no es porque te tenga miedo,
sólo me quiero arreglar.
Te encontraré una mañana
dentro de mi habitación
y prepararás la cama
para dos.
ciento setenta y dos en el mío
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
e. e. cummings, 1931
Y la traducción de José Casas:
en algún lugar adonde nunca he ido,gozosamente más allá
de toda experiencia,tus ojos tienen su silencio:
en tu gesto más delicado hay cosas que me rodean,
o que no puedo tocar porque están demasiado cerca
tu mirada más leve me abrirá sin esfuerzo
aunque me haya cerrado como unos dedos,
tú siempre me abres pétalo a pétalo como abre la Primavera
(tocando hábil,misteriosamente)su primera rosa
o si tu deseo fuera cerrarme,yo y mi vida
nos cerraremos muy delicadamente,de repente,
como cuando el corazón de esta flor imagina
la nieve cayendo cuidadosamente por todas partes;
nada de lo que podamos percibir en este mundo iguala
el poder de tu intensa fragilidad:su textura
me domina con el color de sus países,
produciendo muerte y eternidad a cada latido
(no sé qué hay en ti que se cierra
y se abre;pero algo en mí comprende
que la voz de tus ojos es más profunda que todas las rosas)
nadie,ni siquiera la lluvia,tiene unas manos tan pequeñas
acta
ápud.
(Del lat. apud 'junto a, al lado de', 'en').
1. prep. U. para señalar algo que está en la obra, o en
el libro de alguien.
como si fuera la primera vez
We
shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
T.S. Eliot en su "Little Gidding", cuarto y final de sus "Four Quartets".
Hoy lo escuché en Philomena.
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
T.S. Eliot en su "Little Gidding", cuarto y final de sus "Four Quartets".
Hoy lo escuché en Philomena.
girls
Why don't you stop
And look me over
Am I the same girl you used to know?
Why don't you stop
And think it over
Am I the same girl who knew your soul?
I'm the one you want
And I'm the one you need
I'm the one you love
I'm the one you used to meet
Around the corner
Everyday
We would meet
And slip away
But we were much too young
To love each other this way
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
Why don't you stop
And look me over
Am I the same girl you used to know?
Why don't you stop
And think it over
Am I the same girl who knew your soul?
I'm the one you hurt
And I'm the one you need
I'm the one who cried
I'm the one you used to meet
But you are pretending you don't care
But the fire is still there
Now we are no longer too young
To love each other this way
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
Have you ever felt the need for something more
With every week comes scratching at your door
Have you ever stopped and wonder what it is you're searching for
Push your luck too far with me
But if you push it any further
You won't have any
Am I the same girl?
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
And look me over
Am I the same girl you used to know?
Why don't you stop
And think it over
Am I the same girl who knew your soul?
I'm the one you want
And I'm the one you need
I'm the one you love
I'm the one you used to meet
Around the corner
Everyday
We would meet
And slip away
But we were much too young
To love each other this way
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
Why don't you stop
And look me over
Am I the same girl you used to know?
Why don't you stop
And think it over
Am I the same girl who knew your soul?
I'm the one you hurt
And I'm the one you need
I'm the one who cried
I'm the one you used to meet
But you are pretending you don't care
But the fire is still there
Now we are no longer too young
To love each other this way
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
Have you ever felt the need for something more
With every week comes scratching at your door
Have you ever stopped and wonder what it is you're searching for
Push your luck too far with me
But if you push it any further
You won't have any
Am I the same girl?
Am I the same girl?
(yes I am, yes I am)
caballero de la Blanca Luna
Cuando Don Quijote tiene que enfrentarse al Caballero
de la Blanca Luna en la playa de Barcino, frente al mar, éste le dice a D. Quijote:
“…Mi dama, sea quien fuere, es sin comparación más
hermosa que tu Dulcinea del Toboso. Si confiesas esto de llano en llano
excusarás tu muerte. Si tu peleares y yo te venciere, no quiero otra
satisfacción sino que, dejando las armas y absteniéndote de buscar aventuras,
te recojas y retires a tu lugar por tiempo de un año, donde has de vivir sin
echar mano a la espada, en paz tranquila y en provechoso sosiego, porque así
conviene al aumento de tu hacienda y a la salvación de tu alma…
Encomendáronse al cielo y sin tocar trompetas
arremetieron con poderosa fuerza. La lanza del de la Blanca Luna dió con
Rocinante y con D. Quijote por el suelo en peligrosa caída. Ante el
¡vencido sois caballero!, responde el desdichado caballero con voz debilitada y
enferma:
Dulcinea del Toboso es la más hermosa
mujer del mundo y yo el más desdichado caballero de la tierra, y no es bien que
mi flaqueza defraude esta verdad. Aprieta, caballero, la lanza, y quítame la
vida, pues me has quitado la honra…
Eso no haré yo, por cierto –dijo el de la Blanca Luna- viva, viva en su entereza la fama de la hermosura de la señora Dulcinea del Toboso, que solo me contento con que el gran D. Quijote se retire a su lugar un año...
Al salir de Barcelona volvió a mirar al sitio donde había caído y dijo: Aquí mi desdicha se llevó mis alcanzadas glorias, aquí se oscurecieron mis hazañas, aquí cayó mi ventura para jamás levantarse. Oyendo lo cual Sancho, dijo: Tan de valientes corazones es, señor mío tener sufrimiento en las desgracias como alegría en las prosperidades;…he oído decir que ésta que llaman por ahí Fortuna es una mujer borracha y antojadiza, y sobre todo ciega, y, así, no ve lo que hace, ni sabe quién derriba ni a quién ensalza. Muy filósofo estás, Sancho - respondió D.Quijote. Lo que te sé decir es que no hay fortuna en el mundo, ni las cosas que en él suceden, buenas o malas que sean, vienen acaso, sino por particular providencia de los cielos, y de aquí viene lo que suele decirse: que cada uno es artífice de su ventura….
Eso no haré yo, por cierto –dijo el de la Blanca Luna- viva, viva en su entereza la fama de la hermosura de la señora Dulcinea del Toboso, que solo me contento con que el gran D. Quijote se retire a su lugar un año...
Al salir de Barcelona volvió a mirar al sitio donde había caído y dijo: Aquí mi desdicha se llevó mis alcanzadas glorias, aquí se oscurecieron mis hazañas, aquí cayó mi ventura para jamás levantarse. Oyendo lo cual Sancho, dijo: Tan de valientes corazones es, señor mío tener sufrimiento en las desgracias como alegría en las prosperidades;…he oído decir que ésta que llaman por ahí Fortuna es una mujer borracha y antojadiza, y sobre todo ciega, y, así, no ve lo que hace, ni sabe quién derriba ni a quién ensalza. Muy filósofo estás, Sancho - respondió D.Quijote. Lo que te sé decir es que no hay fortuna en el mundo, ni las cosas que en él suceden, buenas o malas que sean, vienen acaso, sino por particular providencia de los cielos, y de aquí viene lo que suele decirse: que cada uno es artífice de su ventura….
Miguel de Cervantes.
Por la manchega llanura
se vuelve a ver la figura
de Don Quijote pasar...
Y ahora ociosa y abollada va en el rucio la armadura,
y va ocioso el caballero, sin peto y sin espaldar...
va cargado de amargura...
que allá encontró sepultura
su amoroso batallar...
va cargado de amargura
que allá «quedó su ventura»
en la playa de Barcino, frente al mar...
Por la manchega llanura
se vuelve a ver la figura
de Don Quijote pasar...
va cargado de amargura...
va, vencido, el caballero de retorno a su lugar.
Cuántas veces, Don Quijote, por esa misma llanura,
en horas de desaliento así te miro pasar...
y cuántas veces te grito: Hazme un sitio en tu montura
y llévame a tu lugar;
hazme un sitio en tu montura,
caballero derrotado,
hazme un sitio en tu montura
que yo también voy cargado
de amargura
y no puedo batallar.
Ponme a la grupa contigo,
caballero del honor,
ponme a la grupa contigo
y llévame a ser contigo
pastor...
Por la manchega llanura
se vuelve a ver la figura
de Don Quijote pasar...
León Felipe, 1920
after Peggy, with humor
"The problem is all inside your head" she said to me
"The answer is easy if you take it logically
I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover"
I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover"
She said "It's really not my habit to intrude
Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued
But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover"
Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued
But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover"
You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be Coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be Coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
Ooo slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be Coy, Roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be Coy, Roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
She said "It grieves me so to see you in such pain
I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again"
I said "I appreciate that and would you please explain
About the fifty ways"
I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again"
I said "I appreciate that and would you please explain
About the fifty ways"
She said "Why don't we both just sleep on it
tonight
And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light"
And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover
And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light"
And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover
You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be Coy, roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be Coy, Roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
You don't need to be Coy, Roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
santificarás las fiestas
Puntual cumplidora del tercer mandamiento
Algún desliz inconexo,
Buena madre y esposa de educación religiosa
Y si no fuera por miedo
Sería la novia en la boda,
El niño en el bautizo,
El muerto en el entierro,
Con tal de dejar sello
Dama dama de alta cuna
De baja cama, señora de su señor,
Amante de un vividor.
Dama que hace lo que le viene en gana
Esposa de su señor,
Mujer por un vividor.
Ardiente admiradora de un novelista decadente
Ser pensante y escribiente,
De algún versillo autora, aunque ya no estén de moda
Conversadora brillante en cóctel de 7 a 9
Hoy nieva, mañana llueve, quizás pasado truene,
Envuelta en seda y pieles.
Dama dama de alta cuna
De baja cama, señora de su señor,
Amante de un vividor.
Dama que hace lo que le viene en gana
Esposa de su señor,
Mujer por un vividor.
Devoradora de esquelas, partos y demás dolores
Emisora de rumores, asidua en los sepelios
De muy negros lutos ellos.
El sábado arte y ensayo, el domingo en los caballos
En los palcos del real, los tés de caridad
Jugando a remediar, es una...
Dama dama de alta cuna
De baja cama, señora de su señor,
Amante de un vividor.
Dama que hace lo que le viene en gana
Esposa de su señor,
Mujer por un vividor
ἐπιτάφιος
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh,
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh,
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
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