lunes, mayo 19, 2008

domingo, mayo 11, 2008

Malcolm Lowry
Un trueno sobre el Popocatépetl, de Poemas selectos

Más allá del volcán Popocatépetl negras nubes,
presagio del relámpago, en formación avanzan contra el viento.
Del mismo modo que, contra otra fuerza, como henchido metal,
defiende el viento de la razón al corazón humano
hasta que la locura va anegando a la mente agrietada.
Mente que impulsa ya su propia inercia,
pétalo desgajado de árbol fuerte,
¿en dónde arraigará sino en la sombra, la tiniebla final?
Tomar las armas, defender al viento.
Salmistas de la angustia, heredad humana,
la razón permanece aunque abandone vuestra mente.
La razón permanece con las aves blancas
que vuelan contra el viento más alto que otro vuelo,
donde Chéjov dijo que está la paz,
en donde cambia el corazón y estalla el trueno.

viernes, mayo 09, 2008

Profile & Interests

Why can't I get just one kiss?
Why can't I get just one kiss?
Believe me,
Somethings I wouldn't miss
But I look at you pants and I need a kiss.
Why can't I get just one screw?
Why can't I get just one screw?
Believe me,
I'd know what to do.
But something won't let me make love to you.
Why can't I get just one fuck?
Why can't I get just one fuck?
I guess it's got something to do with luck
But I've waited my whole life for just one
Day after day
I get angry
And I will say
That the day is in my sight
When I take a bow and say goodnight
Oh my my my my my oh my mum
Have you kept your eye
Your eye on your son?
I know you've had problems
You're not the only one
When your sugar left, he left you on the run
Mo my my my my my mo my mum
Take a look now
Look what your boy has done
He's walking around like he's number one
You went downtown and got him a gun.
Don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me
Don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me
You know you got my sympathy
But don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me
Don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me
Don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me
You know you got my sympathy
But don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me
Broken down kitchen at the top of the stairs
Can I mix in with your affairs?
Share a smoke, Make a joke
Grasp and reach for a leg of hope
Words to memorize, words hypnotize
Words make my mouth exercise.
Words all fail the magic prize
Nothing I can say when I'm in your thighs
Oh my my my my my mo my mother
I would love to love you lover
City's restless
It's ready to pounce
Here in your bed from ounce to ounce
Sayin' oh my my my my my mo my mother
I would love to love you lover
The city's restless
It's ready to pounce
Here in your bed from ounce to ounce
I've given you a decision to make
Things to lose, things to take
Just as she's about ready to cut it up
She says
Wait a minute honey I'm gonna add it up
Add it up (x8)
Day after day
I get angry and I will say
That the day is in my sight
When I take a bow and say goodnight