No soy tan orgulloso
Que no puedo decir
Y no tengo ningun idea
Donde tengo que ir
Y soy un poco perdido
Eso es verdad
Con las cosas
De la corazón
Amiga mía,
My dear friend
darme una
sugerencia
Darme una pista
De la ruta
Que tengo que
Caminar
I thrash at my feelings
As if that they were
Refinable, capable
Of being beaten
Into shape
The other world
That lies inside
Shells and shapes
Of motion of locked
Mysteries and blind
Selections - luck
And blind ridiculous judgement.
Stop being ridiculous
I said to myself
And promptly ignored
My own advice,
Pushed the button
Marked for going nowhere
What is it then
That should
Glitch
And Twitch
Inside of me
And inside
Of all the fearful
Shadows
Yesterday I drew a picture
Right here in my computer
And I based it on a photo
A photo I found of you
Yesterday I sketched lines
And I filled those lines in
With grey and attempted
To add colour to your eyes
Yesterday I wrote a word
Across your skin
A word that said 'waiting'
All in lower case
And I thought about posting it
Up on to the internet
Got as far as wondering
What to write with it
And decided not to do nothing
To leave it on the desktop
And yesterday I thought
'I'll wait'
But I won't say I'm waiting
And who knows how
These things are supposed
To go? Not me, I've not
A clue at all
Waiting or doing
Or some waiting actively
Doing it passive
I thrash at my feelings
¿y ahora
a donde?
a donde van
los caminos
despues de la noche
¿y ahora
que hacemos
¿a donde vas
y yo a donde voy?
en una ciudad
con tantas calles
silenciosas
sin gente
entre tantas
posibilidades
no veo ninguna
que me suena
de puta madre
y indeciso
y con cabeza
llena de
signos de
interrogación
bailando
en la noche
como una luciérnaga
pero mas sexy
borracha
en la noche
por tantas botellas
de vino, cerveza, whisky
luminosa
en la noche
como todo las estrellas
cayendo encima de mi
increíble
estúpido la esperanza
se llena los poros
sale como
sudor
deja
la cabeza
sin capacidad
de funcionar
mas que una rueda
girando girando girando
en círculos
me hace estúpido
luces apagada
o
sientas una fuerza parpadeando
adentro y la
imaginación
corriendo
bajando valles
subiendo montañas
u
desayunas del
electricidad que
queda en tus
venas
y meriendas del
escenitas
flotando en los
alrededores de
tu cabeza
has confundido
seguramente
ilusión con
amor
you're too beautiful for me
and it's a sin
that cherubim and seraphim
should announce at your arrival
but arrive you must
and bring with you
gifts of I know not what
'you must' -
a strange concoction
not, perhaps, appropriate
for a million things,
acts of God, or man,
or superstition, or simple
better judgement
might bring you not to come
for one suspects
that heavy snowfall -.
icing the paths
or previously forgotten appointment
might just intrude
on this that is, at the moment,
my imaginary interlude
and the imagination's
working overtime
concocting fairytales
and this one's one
just of the above
a tonteria came of
lilly-livered indiscretion
and if you do,
and you might
just come by as announced
what will pass
should most almost assuredly be
a pleasant repast
and nothing more
o nada mas
though I feel I've used that before
and it's true, as they say
that not just you are
too beautiful
but too wise and too
of the world and too far gone
before you get here.
en tu idioma
explico
cosas que no entiendo nada
en palabras entendido peor
sacadas de sus
escondites oscuras
en mi idioma
no digo nada
ni una palabra
en tu idioma,
una idioma bastante rara
no encuentro palabras
para las cosas
que amo
las cosas desconocidas
sin nombres
sin,
quizás,
formas
corriendo
los planes que se hace
complicados en
la imaginación
y
que siento cuando
pienso en ti
las palabras que digo
allí
tonterías y
busco espacio
si los planes intento
hacer
no se
y
los sueños que tengo
donde tu me pones
a dieta
y me dices
ven
hay otras
por aquí
no se donde
exactamente
pero se
que
estan
por aquí
y
y, well
buscando
no se que
exactamente
pues bueno, tio,
no sabes mucho, ei?
hay luces brillantes y
un momento en que
la lluvia se
desaparece
Whouuuufffffff
I feel good about this, better,
betterer than I done for a bit
But that's wrong ain't it,
Feeling like that ain't the way to do
these things
But how do you supposed
To do these things
I ain't sure, ain't ever been sure
I ain't sure and I ain't surer than
Ever I ain't been before
If I were better,
how would I be?
my lungs for a start
wouldn't hurl out
gunk and nonsense
and the things I say
would match my meanings
above all
match my touch
If I were better
I'd think in straight lines
and the lines would lead
like roman roads on a map
from one place to another
and where their branches
signposts clear direct
to a new place
you would want to be
If I were better
I'd be kinder
without thought and I'd
Do the things that
occurred to me and
the things that
occurred to me
would be coherent,
consistent with
love
If I were better
love would guide and
would not seep
from my blocked pores
but
flow from my head,
my heart, my finger tips
It would do the things
I'd want it to
If I were better.
how would I be?
entonces
en figuras distintas, lentas
en plantas creciendo
en los mesas, las
estaciones cambiando
veo
no de golpes
mis
estructuras cayendo
lentamente
entonces no
te veo
añado abajo de
mi lista de errores
decía non
a moving slow
y cuando me encuentras
vas a ver colores
vas a ver
un puñetazo en la boca
todo los pensamientos
juntados en
los alrededores
gritan
piden entrar
