viernes, septiembre 24, 2010

L'aldaba del tiempu

"When we were young, we pledged allegiance every morning of our lives
The classroom rang with children's voices under teacher's watchful eye
We learned about the world around us at our desks and at dinnertime
Reminded of the starving children, we cleaned our plates with guilty minds
And the stones in the road shone like diamonds in the dust
And then a voice called to us to make our way back home

When I was ten, my father held me on his shoulders above the crowd
To see a train draped in mourning pass slowly through our town
His widow kneeled with all their children at the sacred burial ground
And the TV glowed that long hot summer with all the cities burning down

And the stones in the road flew out beneath our bicycle tires
Worlds removed from all those fires as we raced each other home

And now we drink our coffee on the run, we climb that ladder rung by rung
We are the daughters and the sons, and here's the line that's missing

The starving children have been replaced by souls out on the street
We give a dollar when we pass, and hope our eyes don't meet
We pencil in, we cancel out, we crave the corner suite
We kiss your ass, we make you hold, we doctor the receipt

And the stones in the road fly out from beneath our wheels
Another day, another deal, before we get back home

And the stones in the road leave a mark from whence they came
A thousand points of light or shame, baby, I don't know."

No quiero que sea fin de semana, que mañana sea sábado y un domingo como tantos a la vuelta de la esquina.

No sé por qué me cuesta tanto, aún sabiendo, creérmelo; y obrar en consecuencia, claro.

Sigo esperando que pase algo...

P.D. Kathlyn Williams y Marguerite De La Motte

Ejercicio de aritmética

Me gusta conducir a solas, con la música a todo volumen... hoy escucharía Darkness on the edge of town (la canción), una y otra vez... sin rumbo, ni lugar donde llegar; sólo por el placer de devorar kilómetros...

Se ha pasado toda la noche lloviendo, me gusta la lluvia en la oscuridad... un cocktail de desperfectos físicos me ha dejado para el arrastre y yo sólo quiero subirme a un coche, aunque sea otro el conduzca hoy o tener un destino que alcanzar.

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