De sueños o aventuras lunáticas..

"Bien parece, respondió Don Quijote, que no estás cursado en esto de las aventuras"

To drop a dream 

To fall in the Other

To rise outrageous and
golden

To steal the light

Above the tentacled giants 

To darken the whole

But the dark  

Nothingness 

Of the nightish sky.. 

The Cat Empire - Steal The Light (Lyrics)

[Cockalorum, a self-important little man] or dos poemas de Alfonsina.

* “Si, por entonces las visiones... casi siempre estaba convencido de que, mierda, estaba perdido... pero otras veces... creía meterme en vena la verdad del universo”

* Alguien ha marcado con una x este poema en la Antología mayor de Alfonsina Storni

Hombre pequeñito 

Hombre pequeñito, hombre pequeñito,
Suelta a tu canario que quiere volar...
Yo soy el canario, hombre pequeñito,
Déjame saltar.

Estuve en tu jaula, hombre pequeñito,
Hombre pequeñito que jaula me das.
Digo pequeñito porque no me entiendes,
Ni me entenderás.

Tampoco te entiendo, pero mientras tanto
Ábreme la jaula que quiero escapar;
Hombre pequeñito, te amé un cuarto de ala,
No me pidas más. 

* Este otro no lo había marcado nadie.

Contra voz 

Entierra la pluma
antes de atarte a los puños
como una llama
el dolor de servir
a cosas estultas.

Por su punta,
como por los canales
que desagotan el río,
tu agua se desparrama
y muere en el llano.

La palabra arrastra limos,
pule piedras,
y corta selvas imaginarias.

Piden los hombres
tu lengua,
tu cuerpo,
tu vida:
Tírate a una hoguera,
florece en la boca
de un cañón.

Una punta de cielo
rozará
la casa humana.

Tengo mucho sueño..

..and I wanna go back to bed... and dream.

All I Have To Do Is Dream - Everly Brothers

Better Than Fine

Fiona Apple- Waltz (Better Than Fine) 

If you don't have a song
To sing you're okay
You know how to get along
Humming
Hmmm

If you don't have a date
Celebrate
Go out and sit on the lawn
And do nothing
'Cause it's just what you must do
Nobody does it anymore

No I don't believe in the wasting of time,
But I don't believe that I'm wasting mine

If you don't have a point to make
Don't sweat it
You'll make a sharp one being so kind
And I'd sure appreciate it
Everyone else's goal's to get big headed
Why should I follow that beat being that I'm
Better than fine 

Moleskine Page 3

"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."

"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."

"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.

But, after some thought, he added:

"What does that mean--'tame'?"

"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"

"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean--'tame'?"

"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"

"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean--'tame'?"

"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."

"'To establish ties'?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ."

"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower . . . I think that she has tamed me . . ."

The Little Prince. Chapter 21

..

1997

Cerré los ojos y vi, no, no vi, soñé...
una brisa fresca me ayudaba a despertar
y sentía las mariposas volar sobre mi faz,
pintando la vida de color, inundando el ambiente
con su música...
no, no eran las mariposas, eran los pájaros cantando
al compás de la caída de tus lágrimas,
que inundan mi corazón,
ven conmigo, corre musa
ven hacia mi
y hazme despertar
dame alas
y juntos con las mariposas volemos,
llenando de luz el mundo,
pintando la vida de color...