Pasa el tiempo
Pasa largo
No son mías las horas
Si no del destino
Sucio, impuro...
Era mi destino
Me escupió mil horas de insomnio
Me dejó tirada al costado de mi propia ruta
Mi propio destino
Me traicionó con suspiros
Me desgarró mis vestidos
Pesados, harapientos, me esperan en aquel placard
No voy a volver a buscarlos
Espero un águila
sábado, 26 de noviembre de 2011
Vete destino
Pasa el tiempo
Pasa largo
No son mías las horas
Si no del destino
Sucio, impuro...
Era mi destino
Me escupió mil horas de insomnio
Me dejó tirada al costado de mi propia ruta
Mi propio destino
Me traicionó con suspiros
Me desgarró mis vestidos
Pesados, harapientos, me esperan en aquel placard
No voy a volver a buscarlos
Espero un águila
Pasa largo
No son mías las horas
Si no del destino
Sucio, impuro...
Era mi destino
Me escupió mil horas de insomnio
Me dejó tirada al costado de mi propia ruta
Mi propio destino
Me traicionó con suspiros
Me desgarró mis vestidos
Pesados, harapientos, me esperan en aquel placard
No voy a volver a buscarlos
Espero un águila
viernes, 25 de noviembre de 2011
Buscando algo útil
Soy como un gusano inmovil
Féretro, podrido por dentro
Me pesa cada poro
(de esta existencia que quisiera olvidar)
Me pesa cada gota que ahueca esta mejilla
Estoy aprendiendo a sentir mis pies
Veo que las uñas estan rojas
Y los talones desgastados
Cada rincón de mí, hoy se mueve diferente
"Nos estamos reacomodando"
Le explico a mi cuerpo
Féretro, podrido por dentro
Me pesa cada poro
(de esta existencia que quisiera olvidar)
Me pesa cada gota que ahueca esta mejilla
Estoy aprendiendo a sentir mis pies
Veo que las uñas estan rojas
Y los talones desgastados
Cada rincón de mí, hoy se mueve diferente
"Nos estamos reacomodando"
Le explico a mi cuerpo
Buscando algo útil
Soy como un gusano inmovil
Féretro, podrido por dentro
Me pesa cada poro
(de esta existencia que quisiera olvidar)
Me pesa cada gota que ahueca esta mejilla
Estoy aprendiendo a sentir mis pies
Veo que las uñas estan rojas
Y los talones desgastados
Cada rincón de mí, hoy se mueve diferente
"Nos estamos reacomodando"
Le explico a mi cuerpo
Féretro, podrido por dentro
Me pesa cada poro
(de esta existencia que quisiera olvidar)
Me pesa cada gota que ahueca esta mejilla
Estoy aprendiendo a sentir mis pies
Veo que las uñas estan rojas
Y los talones desgastados
Cada rincón de mí, hoy se mueve diferente
"Nos estamos reacomodando"
Le explico a mi cuerpo
viernes, 18 de noviembre de 2011
When you are old, by William Butler Yeats
WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars
When you are old, by William Butler Yeats
WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars
Phenomenal Woman, by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Phenomenal Woman, by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
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