domingo, 26 de octubre de 2014

La factura

Antonio Santín

Las pocas veces
que he sido feliz
he tenido un profundo miedo
¿cómo iba a pagar la factura?

Sólo los insensatos
-o los no nacidos-
son felices sin temor.

Cristina Peri Rossi.






Last summer was mad remember the rain/
I know people complained
I had something else in mind
Not the sound of rain against my windowpane
all I could hear was YOU hammering in my head


Fall like a wave against the rocks
Leave with a rash or get crushed
You never know until
after the chock
When you wake up
what¥s broken, what¥s not


One day I don’t know how my whole life evolved around you my Lord,  believing was not enough. 
You said I was a hole of desperate need and no love in the world, not even yours could satisfy me
That¥s when the troubles began and disasters came/ One by one, I nearly drowned in that summer rain



We fall like waves against the rocks
Leave with a rash or get crushed
You never know until
after the chock
When you wake up
what¥s broken, what’s not



martes, 7 de octubre de 2014

Soñar




El corazón sin tus manos
es mi enemigo en el pecho.


Roque Dalton





ANOCHE SOÑÉ CONTIGO. Kevin Johansen