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domingo, marzo 19, 2006

The Severed Garden

Desde la decepción mas profunda...
Desde el desengaño mas real...

The Severed Garden (The Doors)

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the tv
Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed.

They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's
Claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.


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2 Comments:

  • "has amado tanto y sin embargo te siento férvido,puro,sediento,sin decepción ni quebranto.No te mina el desencanto por lo que has sufrido ya, ni te importa si será mentira lo venidero porque eres como el venero que existe por lo que da" NADINO .

    By Anonymous Anónimo, at 11:39 a. m.  

  • El venero cumple su función mientras el sol resplandece.

    Bonito poema, me gusta Elías Nandino.

    Gracias

    By Blogger WiZoo, at 11:59 a. m.  

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