lunes, 8 de diciembre de 2008

EL SEGUNDO ADIÓS






In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top
Will throw myself off
In an effort to
Make it clear to whoever
Wants to know what it's like When you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Were people saying, My God, that's tough
She stood him up
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally


  To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to who wouldn't do
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about, God in His mercy
Oh, if he really does exist
Why did he desert me
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that
There are more hearts broken in the world
That can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do
What do we do
Alone again, naturally
Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start
With a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally

sábado, 22 de noviembre de 2008

PECECILLO DE PLATA




El "Pececillo de Plata" es un bicho antiquísimo, tiene más de 500 millones de años y en su noble currículum ostenta el inmenso honor de ser el antepasado de todos los insectos que hoy día pueblan el Planeta.
Ha sobrevivido a cataclismos, cambios climáticos, colisiones de meteoritos y extinciones en masa, sin perder su sencilla identidad.
Ándeme yo caliente y ríase la gente, debe de pensar este humilde lepisma; animal onírico que sale a pasear por las noches a la búsqueda del sabroso papel. Libros y recuerdos son triturados en su primitivo estómago y quedan reducidos al olvido.
El Pececillo de Plata vive en todas las casas donde hay cultura y memoria acumulada.
El Pececillo de Plata, uno de los primeros seres vivos que se movieron por el mundo, nos sobrevivirá a todos y será posiblemente el último animal que se extinga.
Entre tanto, sigue alimentándose de nuestros sueños.

EL GATO QUE ESTÁ TRISTE Y AZUL

EL GATO QUE ESTÁ TRISTE Y AZUL