sábado, 29 de enero de 2011

Song de Allen Ginsberg

The weight of the world is love


Under the burden of solitude,

under the burden of dissatisfaction


the weight

the weight we carry is love


Who can deny?


In dreams

it touches the body,

in thought constructs

a miracle,


in imagination anguishes

till born in human looks out of the heart

burning with purity


- for the burden of life is love,

but we carry the weight wearily,

and so must rest at last,

must rest in the arms of love


No rest without love,

sleep without dreams of love-

be mad or chill obsessed

with angels or machines,


the final wish is love

- cannot be bitter,

cannot deny,

cannot withold if denied:


THE WEIGHT IS TOO HEAVY


- must give for no return as thought

is given in solitude

in all the excellence of its excess.


The warm bodies shine

together in the darkness

the hand moves to the center of the flesh,

the skin trembles in happiness

and the soul comes joyful to the eye-


YES, YES


THAT´S WHAT

I WANTED,


I ALWAYS WANTED


I ALWAYS WANTED

TO RETURN

TO THE BODY WHERE I WAS BORN .





jueves, 6 de enero de 2011

El día y la noche son los viajeros de la eternidad...






El tiempo, mi vida y mi tiempo, el tiempo que me tomó forjarme y ser este yo en esta vida, y con el tiempo llegaré a ser lo que verdaderamente creo debo ser.

Vine y me voy, estuve aquí y además estuve acompañada, vine y mi voz no se perdió en el tiempo, pues tuve tiempo de ser escuchada.
Es hora de seguir.