"El hombre no posee muy desarrollada la capacidad de pensar, y hasta el más espiritual y cultivado mira al mundo y a sí propio siempre a través del lente de fórmulas muy ingenuas, simplificadoras y engañosas. Pues, a lo que parece, es una necesidad innata y enteramente fatal en todos los hombres representarse cada uno su yo como una unidad. Y aunque esta quimera sufra con frecuencia algún grave contratiempo y alguna sacudida, vuelve siempre a curar y surgir lozana." Hermann Hesse
Playlist from the radio at 7 p.m.: Who are you The who; Sargent Pepper's lonely hearts club band The Beatles; Ziggy Stardust David Bowie; Rock n' Roll Lou Reed; Gloria Patti Smith; Hound dog Elvis Presley; Sympathy for the devil The Rolling Stones.
You ride on the swing in and
out of the bars
Capturing
moments
of life in a jar
Playing with children,
acting as stars____Guiding
your vision to heaven and heaven
is in your mind____Take extra care not
to lose what you feel The apple you're eating
is simple and real________Water the
flowers that grow at your heel
guiding your vision to
heaven and heaven
is in your mind
Bad news, bad news come to me where I sleep, Turn, turn, turn again.
Sayin' one of your friends is in trouble deep, Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.
Tell me the trouble, Tell once to my ear.
Joliet prison and ninety-nine years.
Oh what's the charge of how this came to be?
Manslaughter in the highest of degree.
I sat down and wrote the best words I could write,
Explaining to the judge I'd be there on Wednesday night.
Without a reply, I left by the moon,
And was in his chambers by the next afternoon.
"Could ya tell me the facts?" I said without fear,
"That a friend of mine would get ninety-nine years."
A crash on the highway flew the car to a field.
There was four persons killed and he was at the wheel.
But I knew him as good as I'm knowin' myself,
And he wouldn't harm a life that belonged to someone else.
The judge spoke out of the side of his mouth,
Sayin', "The witness who saw, he left little doubt,"
That may be true, he's got a sentence to serve,
But ninety-nine years, he just don't deserve.
Too late, too late, for his case it is sealed.
His sentence is passed and it cannot be repealed.
But he ain't no criminal and his crime it is none.
What happened to him could happen to anyone.
And at that the judge jerked forward and his face it did freeze,
Sayin', "Could you kindly leave my office now, please,"
Well his eyes looked funny and I stood up so slow,
With no other choice except for to go.
I walked down the hallway and I heard his door slam,
I walked down the courthouse stairs and I did not understand.
And I played my guitar through the night to the day,
Turn, turn, turn again.
And the only tune my guitar could play
Was, "Oh the Cruel Rain And the Wind"
My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar
So let's all drink to the death of a clown
Won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Mesa al fondo, sandwich mixto, llantos seguidos de reclamos de atención sólo correspondidos con palabras huecas de una mirada perdida. Al lado, ensalada especial, hastío intergeneracional, perspectivas cercenadas por la circunstancia de un tercero, responsabilidades que descansan en el lugar equivocado reaccionan contenidas. Postre y café: no gracias.
Un año cumple esto.
Una vela de ceros y unos para soplar.
La esperanza ahora navega rumbo a la dispersión y a la perspectiva caótica de la realidad más próxima, en inminente intersección con la aproximación beligerante de un mundo ajeno pero afín a todo lo conocido; nada que no gire sobre sí mismo, nada sobre lo que fundar temores.
Puedes beber hasta perder la vergüenza, hasta perder las formas, hasta perder el equilibrio, hasta perder la memoria, hasta perder el conocimiento o incluso hasta despertarte en otro país...
...pero hay algo que nunca se olvida: cómo se toca un blues.
A man lives at the corner of the street and his neighbors think he's helpful and he's sweet, cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand, but no one knows he really is a plastic man.
He's got plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes, he's got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose. He's got plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums, and plastic legs that reach up to his plastic bum.
Plastic man got no brain, plastic man don't feel no pain, plastic people look the same.
Kick his shin or tread on his face, pull his nose all over the place, he can't disfigure, or disgrace,plastic man.
He's got plastic flowers growing up the walls, he eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork, he likes plastic cups and saucers 'cause they never break and he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate.
He's got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac and his children wanna be plastic like their dad. He's got a phony smile that makes you think he understands, but no one ever gets the truth from plastic man.
El tiempo pasa. No pregunta. Se desliza sigiloso. Aprovecha cuando somos más felices para acelerar y frena cuando todo es triste y aburrido. Que no se detenga y que nunca pase demasiado rápido.
Meneame
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