L'injustice rebelle paris ou bs as: Piccola Stella

miércoles, 10 de octubre de 2007

Piccola Stella

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LA JAULA

Afuera hay sol.
No es más que un sol
pero los hombres lo miran
y después cantan.

Yo no sé del sol.
Yo sé la melodía del ángel
y el sermón caliente
del último viento.

Sé gritar hasta el alba
cuando la muerte se posa
desnuda en mi sombra.

Yo lloro debajo de mi nombre.
Yo agito pañuelos en la noche
y barcos sedientos
de realidad bailan conmigo.

Yo oculto clavos
para escarnecer
a mis sueños enfermos.

Afuera hay sol.
Yo me visto de cenizas.

Alejandra Pizarnik, de Las aventuras perdidas, 1958

Lady Madonna

Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.
Who finds the money? When you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was heaven sent?

Friday night arrives without a suitcase.
Sunday morning creep in like a nun.
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace.
See how they run.

Lady Madonna, baby at your breast.
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest.
HA HA HA HA HA HA etc.
See how they run.

Lady Madonna, lying on the bed.
Listen to the music playing in your head.

Tuesday afternoon is never ending.
Wednesday morning papers didn't come.
Thursday night your stockings needed mending.
See how they run.

Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.