mánudagur, mars 03, 2008

Ramona, come closer,
Shut softly your watery eyes.
The pangs of your sadness
will pass as your senses will rise.
The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes.
And there's no use in trying
to deal with the dying
though I cannot explain that in lines.

Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss,
as to be by the strength of your skin.
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in.
But it grieves my heart, love,
To see you tryin' to be a part of
a world that just don't exist.
It's all just a dream, babe,
a vacuum, a scheme, babe,
that sucks you into feelin' like this.

I can see that your head
has been twisted and fed
with worthless foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are torn
between staying and returning
on back to the South.
You've been fooled into thinking
that the finishing end is at hand.
Yet there's no one to beat you.
No one to defeat you,
except the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.

I've heard you say many times
That you're better than no one
And no one is better than you.
If you really believe that,
you know you have
nothing to win and nothing to lose.
From fixtures and forces and friends,
your sorrow does stem.
That hype you and type you,
and making you feel
that you gotta be just like them.

I'd forever talk to you,
but soon my words,
would turn into a meaningless ring.
For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring.
Everything passes,
Everything changes,
Just do what you think you should do.
And someday maybe,
Who knows, baby,
I'll come and be crying to you.

sunnudagur, mars 02, 2008

...como el pez que adriancito tuvo que dejar ir por el retrete. ah cómo lo quiso...
there's no use in keeping it dead. no puedes tenerlo flotando al reves alli pudriendose. no volverá y tuvo que jalarle. cómo lloró...
aún cuando lo vió al reves por la mañana, que su mamá le explicó lo que pasaba, el volvía a voltearlo a su posición normal. lo soltaba, se volteaba. lo acomodaba, se volteaba. y allí, por unos 3 segundos, se quedó como adrián queria. su ilusión explotó como bigbang acelerado antes de que, lentamente, su panza asomara a la superficie nuevamente.

con muchisimo dolor (sus pasos se hacian como hilos de arena bajando por el cono del reloj) y, aún, con aceptación, cruzó el azulejo blanco con su amigo en brazos y lo despidió, vertiendo todo el contenido de la burbujita de vidrio dentro de la taza del escusado.
adiós antonio- le dijo con voz de viento. y le jaló.