Saturday, December 23, 2006


Comfortably Numb

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now.I
hear youre feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre saying.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I cant explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.Just a little pinprick.
Therell be no more !
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe its working. Good.
Thatll keep you going for the show.
Come on its time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
And I have become comfortably numb.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Dístico y Variaciones

Um inteiro - ou quase inteiro - de Octavio Paz. Tá nas obras completas dele (Obra Poética II), editado pela Fondo de Cultura Económica (Barcelona, 2004).

Dístico y variaciones

Panteísta
La lengua y sus sagradas conjunciones:
riman constelaciones y escorpiones.

Cristiano
La lengua y sua pervesas conjunciones:
riman constelaciones y escorpiones.

Escéptico
La lengua y sua absurdas conjunciones:
riman constelaciones y escorpiones.

Hermético
La lengua y sua arcanas conjunciones:
riman constelaciones y escoporpiones.

Gnóstico
La lengua, abominables conjunciones:
riman constelaciones y escorpiones.

Dialéctico
La lengua, oposición y conjunciones:
riman constelaciones y escorpiones.

Etcétera.

Dois Fragmentos de Octavio Paz


I

'La palabra del hombre

es hija de la muerte.

Hablamos porque somos

mortales: las palabras

non son signos, son años.

Al dicer lo que dicen

los nombres que decimos

dicen tiempo: nos dicen,

somos nombre del tiempo.

Conversar es humano.' ("Conversar", Obra Poética II.)

II

'El mundo se obstina en la obscuridade de la palabra' ("Exilio")

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