viernes, 30 de octubre de 2009
Que se cierren las puertas y cortinas, los ojos y los entrepaños. Que se cierran las piernas y los ojos. Las llaves, las mandíbulas. Que se cierren los libros, que se cierre la historia. Que se cierre la ventana y la alacena. Que se cierre el cerrojo y el elevador. El dolor y el hastío. Que se cierren las noches y mi corazón.
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Demasiado triste, incluso para mí.
ResponderEliminarEsperemos que sólo sea retórica.
¿Hay un "demasiado" triste? Nietzche decía que no hay depresión límite.
ResponderEliminarMensaje enviado un año y tres meses después....
No es vitalismo sino desmesura, incluso jibris, barroca.
ResponderEliminarStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
ResponderEliminarPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W. H. Auden
No more smiles, no more tears
ResponderEliminarNo more prayers, no more fears
Nothing left, why go on?
When your lover is gone
Shout with one,
Ring the bells
Throughout the towns
And the farms
Will the shouts and the bells
Bring him back to my arms?
Must each man go to war?
Evermore, evermore
While some lone woman stands
Empty heart, empty hands
When the time came to part,
And he kissed me goodbye
From the depths of my heart,
Came a great lonely cry:
Heaven have mercy!
Heaven have mercy!
My answer came
They carved his name
Upon a cross...
I remember the dance
Where we first fell in love
How we whirled around and around
While the stars danced above
We would walk by the shore
Watch the ships sail away
Lovers need nothing more
Just a new dream each day
So we dreamed of a home
With a garden so fine
And a son with his eyes
And a nose just like mine
Now it's done, why be brave?
Why should I live like this?
Shall I wait by the grave
For my lost lover's kiss?
Stop the bell! Stop the bell!!
I've no tears left to cry
Must I stay here in hell?
Lord above, let me die...
Heaven have mercy!
Heaven have mercy!
Heaven have mercy!