Camiños, V

(

está escrito en pedra

o amor é

unha espiral

unha agulla

unha porta á eternidade

unha bágoa furtiva

unha folla na que guindarse

e ti e eu fugacidade

coma lapa

consumíndose na escuridade

)

  

Lou reed - It was a pleasure then

it was a pleasure then

Could you just be here again

To know what there was to see

When all the Sunday people

Were so quiet in the dark

Afraid to be better the next day

La la la ...

It was a pleasure then

When we could sit and stare again

Until the stars fell through the cloudy trees

Onto the grass

Stars to smile with us

Until they too had tears in their eyes

Tell us this and tell of how much we must not agree

It was a pleasure then

To see the dyiing days again

In the horror of the night

Never, never, never, never, never, lise

Keep it secret

For to hide somewhere at last

As long as we could see

The sky confessed this crime

Of futile tasting hate romance

Above our shattered minds

It was a pleasure, It was a pleasure

La la la ...

The velvet underground & Nico - It was a pleasure then

La mala literatura - km.

Parábola del árbol y el gato

Charles Bukowski - Dinosauria, we

elexía. Liberdade

na noite fría dos que sofren nos soños

nos soños profundos dos fogares baleiros

nos fogares profundos das noites sen repouso

dende o tempo escuro do acalado momento

escoito os mortos daquel tempo

escoito os nenos daquel tempo

tentando burlar con pantasmais supervivencias

á morte que axexa tras o noso silencio

berrando dende aquela o teu nome

dende aquela o teu nome

co berro libertario dos que non teñen nome

non nome

sacado de semente que non dá máis semente

non nome

nin morte do verso que os faga sobrevivir