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martes 31 de mayo de 2011

Guindas, en Villa Giardino

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capriyunliuz dijo...: hermosas fotografias :); 3 de junio de 2011 16:21
M. dijo...: están lindas, me las comería hasta el corazón.; 2 de octubre de 2011 08:05

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Watching the Wheels (John Lennon)

People say I'm crazy doing what I'm doing,
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin,
When I say that I'm o.k.
they look at me kind of strange,
Surely your not happy now you no longer play the game,
People say I'm lazy dreaming my life away,
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me,
When I tell that I'm doing Fine watching shadows on the wall,
Don't you miss the big time boy you're no longer on the ball?
I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round,
I really love to watch them roll,
No longer riding on the merry-go-round,
I just had to let it go,
People asking questions lost in confusion,
Well I tell them there's no problem, Only solutions,
Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if
I've lost my mind, I tell them there's no hurry...
I'm just sitting here doing time,
I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round,
I really love to watch them roll,
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go.

LA CARA (SARGON BOULOS)

Sobre el puente que atraviesa
el blanco cementerio de Montmartre
enterrado con todos sus muertos
bajo la nieve,
aquella cara de la mujer que pasaba
llorando
y mordiéndose las uñas,
alejándose sin rumbo,
sin hacer caso del viento
que le subía la falda
por encima de las rodillas,
de los transeúntes
y coches, desde entonces
tus ojos la han perseguido-
en donde quiera que cruces
un puente, casi
puedes verla pasar.

The Face

On the bridge
that spans the white
Montmartre cemetery
buried with all
its dead
beneath the snow,
that face
as it went by:
a woman who wept
and bit her nails
walking aimless,
oblivious of the wind
that hiked her skirt
above her knees,
of pedestrians
and cars, from that
moment on has been
haunting your eyes -
whenever you cross
a bridge, you can
almost see it
going by.