Encontre los discos banados por la playa de Tavira,
en esa bolsa secreta que escondia un regalo inesperado.
Regrese por enesima vez en cuatro anos,
y ya no habia nostalgia, solo sonrisa de aceptacion, de entendimiento.
Lo que ocurre es que ha quedado atras la tristeza,
el revolver pensamientos sin respuesta,
porque las respuestas se presentaron solas, decididas y lilas.
A saber:
'El cree en naves espaciales
y en efectos especiales
que nunca verifico
que en su puta vida vio.
Ella practica con escobas,
ve el futuro en una bola
que un colgado le vendio,
y tambien la convencio
de su poder interior,
de esa magia de carton.
Una burbuja reventada
ya no significa nada
y abatidos van los dos
sin creencia o religion
alejandose del sol
en opuesta direccion.
Un retorno eterno
al vacio...'
Bersuit
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(lo de la sonrisa me trajo esto de Scott Fitzgerald...)
And a smile--ah, I would get me a smile. I'm still working on that smile. It is to combine the best qualities of a hotel manager, an experienced old social weasel, a head-master on visitor's day, a colored elevator man, a pansy pulling a profile, a producer getting stuff at half its market value, a trained nurse coming on a new job, a body-vender in her first rotogravure, a hopeful extra swept near the camera, a ballet dancer with an infected toe, and of course the great beam of loving kindness common to all those from Washington to Beverly Hills who must exist by virtue of the contorted pan. (...) I shall manage to live with the new dispensation, though it has taken some months to be certain of the fact. And just as the laughing stoicism which has enabled the American Negro to endure the intolerable conditions of his existence has cost him his sense of the truth--so in my case there is a price to pay. I do not any longer like the postman, nor the grocer, nor the editor, nor the cousin's husband, and he in turn will come to dislike me, so that life will never be very pleasant again, and the sign Cave Canem is hung permanently just above my door. I will try to be a correct animal though, and if you throw me a bone with enough meat on it I may even lick your hand.
xx
Yo también he encontrado ese disco hace unos días, te lo dejaste en casa ese verano.... y me transporta a otros lugares, colores y olores que alguna vez escuché, viví o pensé.. ya no me acuerdo, es lo de menos, lo que me agrada es lo de más...
besicos
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