¡Qué hermosa y qué encantadora eres, amor mío, con todos tus encantos!




Vision from the Blue Plane-Window
by Ernesto Cardenal

[translated by Jonathan Cohen]

In the round little window, everything is blue,
land bluish, blue-green, blue
(and sky)
everything is blue
blue lakes and lagoons
blue volcanoes
while farther off the land looks bluer
blue islands in a blue lake.
This is the face of the land liberated.
And where all the people fought, I think:
for love!
To live without the hatred
of exploitation.
To love one another in a beautiful land
so beautiful, not only in itself
but because of the people in it,
above all because of the people in it.
That's why God gave us this beautiful land
for the society in it.
And in all those blue places they fought, suffered
for a society of love
here in this land.

One patch of blue looks more intense...
And I thought I was seeing the sites of all the battles there,
and of all the deaths,
behind that small, round windowpane
blue
all the shades of blue.


Kitty Daisy & Lewis: Going up the country ♪




I'm going up the country, babe don't you wanna go
I'm going up the country, babe don't you wanna go
I'm going to some place where I've never been before
I'm going, I'm going where the water tastes like wine
Well I'm going where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
All this fussing and fighting, man, you know I sure can't stay
Now baby, pack your leaving trunk, you know we've got to leave today
Just exactly where we're going I cannot say, but We might even leave
the USA 'Cause there's a brand new game that I want to play
No use of you running, or screaming and crying
'Cause you've got a home as long as I've got mine



Porque te tengo y no
porque te pienso
porque la noche está de ojos abiertos
porque la noche pasa y digo amor
porque has venido a recoger tu imagen
y eres mejor que todas tus imágenes
porque eres linda desde el pie hasta el alma
porque eres buena desde el alma a mí
porque te escondes dulce en el orgullo
pequeña y dulce
corazón coraza

porque eres mía
porque no eres mía
porque te miro y muero
y peor que muero
si no te miro amor
si no te miro

porque tú siempre existes dondequiera
pero existes mejor donde te quiero
porque tu boca es sangre
y tienes frío
tengo que amarte amor
tengo que amarte
aunque esta herida duela como dos
aunque te busque y no te encuentre
y aunque
la noche pase y yo te tenga
y no.

[Corazón Coraza - Mario Benedetti]



BLANCO CÁRDENO
Ráfagas delirantes. Alteridad de una cuidada transmisión de sentires entrelazados, ausentes de fronteras, desperdiciables para hacerme mayor ante ti. Vamos vestidos de armario, nominados por nuestra propia resolución esperando el tiempo que haga falta. Juntos en el escenario de espigas de la tarde. Absortos de las miradas. Tú, nívea legítima heredera y yo triste arlequín violáceo que canta siempre a destiempo. Y repetimos el camino sin cansancio del discurso de los detalles. Como el deseo de desear.

Aron Gia - 14 de Mayo 2009


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