segunda-feira, 11 de maio de 2009

Wonderwall


Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat, the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me


*Oasis*


"Existem muitas coisas que eu gostaria de te dizer
Mas não sei como..."

sábado, 2 de maio de 2009

Cuando



Cuando me despierte cada día
con el cuerpo de aire y ese olor
feliz del tiempo manso de las lilas
sin miedo al movimiento y al dolor
cuando ya no tenga casi nada
de sangre en la garganta de papel
ni un agrio pez nadando en la mirada
ni quiera mas amparo que la piel

Van a ser los días esos barcos
de luz que una vez supe escribir
y la alegría que hemos olvidado
volviendo por los huesos a subir
yo me alimento con una quimera
en que los ojos al sol verán brillar
los brazos de mi padre en las banderas
y una ceniza negra y una ceniza negra
y una ceniza negra que se va.

Cuando me convenza que la suerte
me rige a la par que la pasión
y no el terrible arcángel de la muerte
rondando sobre el campo de el reloj
Si lo consumado y lo posible
tienen siempre la cara del horror
en esta patria de lo inaccesible
en este tiempo olvidado de Dios
Yo digo que mis ávidos amores
son fuertes y viven mas que yo
son gigantes tenues como flores
que alientan a este turbio corazón
los alimento con una quimera
en que los ojos al sol verán brillar
los brazos de mi padre en las banderas
y una ceniza negra y una ceniza negra
y una ceniza negra que se va.


*Jorge Fandermole*


...una ceniza negra...