una, aunque sea

Si vuelvo alguna vez
por el camino andado
no quiero hallar ni ruinas ni nostalgia

Lo mejor es creer que pasó todo
como debía.
Y al final me queda
una sola certeza:
haber vivido.

Certeza, José Emilio Pacheco

en ese caso, elijo la banana

canta, canta, cantalo

"no sé por qué te pensás que cantás bien,

si cantás re mal",

me dice siempre

una amiga muy querida.

pero a mí... no me importa lo que digan, 

lo que digan los demás.

bien o mal,

yo canto

porque me gusta

cantar

meant to be

it will always be you

half of what I say

is meaningless

but I say it

just to reach you

julia

vuela esta canción

para tí, lucía,

la más bella historia de amor

que tuve y tendré

Looking for a Source of Diversion

A dentist in London laid it on George, me and wives, without telling us, at a dinner party at his house. He was a friend of George's and our dentist at the time, and he just put it in our coffee or something. He didn't know what it was; it's all the same thing with that sort of middle-class London swinger, or whatever. They had all heard about it, and they didn't know it was different from pot or pills, and they gave us it. He said, 'I advise you not to leave,' and we thought he was trying to keep us for an orgy in his house, and we didn't want to know, and we went to Ad Lib and these discotheques, and there were these incredible things going on.
It was insane, going around London. When we went to the club we thought it was on fire, (...). We thought, 'Shit, what's going on here?' We were cackling in the streets, and people were shouting, 'Let's break a window,' you know; it was just insane. We were just out of our heads. When we finally got on the lift, we all thought it was on fire, but there was just a little red light. We were all screaming like that, and we were all hot and hysterical, (...).
God, it was just terrifying, but it was fantastic. I did some drawings at the time, I've got them somewhere, of four faces saying, 'We agree with you!' (...). And then George's house seemed to be just like a big submarine. I was driving it, they all went to bed, I was carrying on in it, it seemed to float above his wall which was eighteen foot, and I was driving it.
(...) The second time we had it was in LA. We were on tour in one of those houses, Doris Day's house or wherever it was we used to stay, and the three of us took it, Ringo, George and I. (...).
Peter Fonda came, and that was another thing. He kept saying [in a whisper], 'I know what it's like to be dead,' and we said, 'What?' and he kept saying it. We were saying, 'For Christ's sake, shut up, we don't want to know,' and he kept going on about it (...).



John Lennon interviewed by Jann S. Wanner for Rolling Stone Magazine, January 21, 1971.

a pedido del público

mi sono innamorato di te perché non avevo niente da fare

punk is never dead

persepolis

tenés dos opciones

o...

deseos psicomágicos

gracias a malala

otro que dijo

en el principio era el verbo

te número te teléfono aburrido
te direcciono (callo caso y escalero)
y habitacionada ya te lámparo te suelo
te vaso te enfósforo te libro
te disco te destoco te desvisto desoído
te camo te almohado enciendo descobijo
te pelo te cadero me cinturas
nos trasvasamos labio a labio
me embotello en tu adentro
nos rehacemos te desformo me conformo
miltuplicada tú yo mildividido

jorge enrique adoum

extranjera

estamos por todos lados, el viento nos amontona.
todos tenemos una vida en algún lugar del mundo: muebles, mascotas, amigos, parejas, trabajos, hijos, plantas, que dejamos en suspenso.
¿en busca de qué?
no sabemos exactamente, pero lo mismo armamos nuestras valijas y nos fuimos por ahí, cruzamos océanos o sobrevolamos un continente entero para llegar a una ciudad extraña en un país extraño con gente extraña y ponernos a prueba en situaciones nuevas para en algún momento del viaje encontrar algo, encontrarnos finalmente a nosotros mismos.
¿era necesario irse tan lejos para eso?
así parece.

we shall not cease from exploration
and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time.

little gidding, t. s. eliot

para una tarde de lluvia