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Monday, January 07, 2008

Sobre las palmeras del bar Angeles...

...y el eterno resplandor de una mente intoxicada.


Estas palmeras flacas
En Avellaneda y Alvear
Me recuerdan aquel deli
en el Sunset Boulevard
Donde servían embutidos
En tripas de Sharon Tate
Y Charles Manson vigilaba
Desde un cuadro en la pared
Hollywood nos sonreía
Con aparente bondad
Nuestros guiones e historias
Reclamaban la eternidad
¡Cuántas aspiraciones!
¡Cuántas líneas delgadas
Desafiaban el horizonte
En blanca continuidad!
Aquella ruta de Kerouac
Debía tener un final
Y alcanzamos apenas el último
Tren de vuelta hacia acá.
Ya Santa Rosa no sueña
Su destino californiano
Pero, habiendo sobrevivido,
¿Quién nos quita lo bailado?

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On Marriage

Este texto está en inglés, no porque me avergüence, sino porque me salió así merito. Además, no encuentro una traducción buena para "I stick to it".

You know I've never been
Much of a believer.
I can still cleary picture myself
As a white-shirted-scared-to-shit-faced-10-year-old-boy
Entering church for my first comunion
Already feeling a fake
For not feeling anything
When I swallowed the damn thing
And for knowing full well
That no way that ugly piece of biscuit
Was going to erase
The massive amounts of guilt
I had already been transfused to.
And later on, I remember
Puting my faith in love
Only to have my heart broken
A thousand times
And not being able to enjoy
The comfort of the victim
Since I did my fair share of heart-breaking too
And even enjoyed it sometimes.
Since heart-breaking seems to be
Of the essence of love.
So you will understand
That when I see
Church and love together
All I can think of
Is a storm gathering its thunderbolts and lightning.
But anyway I enter this church with you
For no other reason
Than yourself.
For I was lost most of the time
And you were there in the wilderness with me.
And you followed me
Though it was clear I had nowhere to go
And no idea of how to get there.
Surely you must be out of your mind
But I have to give you credit for that.
So baby
Let's be brave
Let's be bold
Cause I heard it's not the faith that will save you
But what you do about it.
And I stick to it.

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