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.

5 comentarios:

  1. Demasiado triste, incluso para mí.

    Esperemos que sólo sea retórica.

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  2. ¿Hay un "demasiado" triste? Nietzche decía que no hay depresión límite.
    Mensaje enviado un año y tres meses después....

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  3. No es vitalismo sino desmesura, incluso jibris, barroca.

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  4. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent 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

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  5. No more smiles, no more tears
    No 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!

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