normal
normal, these strange beings,
those who do not have a crazy mother,
a drunken father, a delinquent son, a house
nowhere, an unknown disease,
those who have not been burned by devouring love,
those who lived seventeen of smiling faces and a little more,
's full of shoes, archangels with hats,
the contented, fat, cute,
the rintintín and his henchmen,
which of course, here,
earners, those who are dear to the hilt, accompanied by flutist
mice
sellers and buyers,
slightly superhuman knights,
men dressed women thunder and lightning,
the delicate, wise, fine,
the kind, candy, groceries and beverages. Happy
birds, manure, stones.
But give way to those who make worlds and dreams, illusions
, symphonies, the words that tear us down and we build, the craziest
their mothers, the most drunken
their parents and their children more offenders more devoured
and scorching love.
Let them leave their room in hell, and enough. Happy
normal Roberto Fernandez Retamar.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Dishwasher Tarnish Aluminum
If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask
and if you want another kind of love I will use this old mask
for you, if you want a partner
Take my hand or if you want me down in anger here
I am, I'm your man
.
If you want a boxer jump into the ring for you
and if you want a doctor examine every inch
yours if you want a driver
Subite
Or if you want to take a walk you know that you can
,
'm your man.
But the moon is too bright,
the string is too tight,
the beast will not go to sleep. I've been rehearsing
these promises I made and I could not keep
ah, but a man never regained
a woman begging on his knees,
or drag me into you, baby
and fall at your feet
and howl at your beauty
like a dog in heat and arañaría
your heart
and rip your sheets
and say please, please
'm your man.
And if you have to sleep a minute
route I'm going to lead to
and if you want to work the street alone I'll disappear
you,
if you want a father to your son
or just want to walk me another
section through the burning sand,
'm your man.
'm your man Leonard Cohen (nobly translate a song, a poem is impossible. They get a lot of things on the way). The video is in London - 2009.
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