martes, 18 de diciembre de 2007

CHRISTMAS SONG / Jethro Tull

Once in royal davids city stood a lonely cattle shed,
Where a mother held her baby.
Youd do well to remember the things he later said.
When youre stuffing yourselves at the christmas parties,
Youll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.
Youre missing the point Im sure does not need making
That christmas spirit is not what you drink.

So how can you laugh when your own mothers hungry,
And how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
Remember, if you wish, this is just a christmas song.

sábado, 15 de diciembre de 2007

Tu nombre me sabe a hierba

Calla el tiempo permitiéndome escuchar tu voz.
Pasan los días, corren como niños en prados de puro verdes. Son una jauría hambrienta de vida, llena de voluntad y fuerza.
Descalzos roban el olor de la hierba, y con los pies teñidos de verano, vienen a dormir en el aire de mi habitación. Escucho sus risas nocturnas, y crecen hasta hacerse hombres; envejecen libres en mi memoria, sin dejar de reír, sin dejar de correr.
Así jamás se irá de mí el olor a pastos frescos, siempre frescos, como vivos en el alma de aquella multitud creciente de infantes que nunca paran de venir, y de quedarse para celebrarte conmigo. Río con cada uno de ellos en sueños de vigilia, mientras combino el humo del cigarro con el ron de tus ojos y te espera mi boca.

viernes, 7 de diciembre de 2007

TOOL/Lateralus

Parabol
So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form I hold now.
Embracing you, this reality here,
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful.
Wide eyed and hopefully wild.

We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion.

Parabola
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.

Alive

This holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...

This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion...
Of what it means to be alive

Swirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
chance to be alive and breathing
chance to be alive and breathing.

This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal.
all this pain is an illusion.