LOS HERALDOS NEGROS
Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes… Yo no sé¡
Golpes como del odio de Dios; como si ante ellos.
La resaca de todo lo sufrido
Se empozara en el alma….Yo no sé¡
Son pocos; pero son…Abren zanjas oscuras
En el rostro más fiero en la loma más fuerte.
Serán tal vez los potros de bárbaros atilas;
O los heraldos negros que nos manda la Muerte
Son las caídas hondas de los Cristos del alma,
De alguna fe adorable que el Destino blasfema.
Esos golpes sangrientos son las crepitaciones
De algún pan que en la puerta del horno se nos quema.
Y el hombre …Pobre…pobre¡ Vuelve los ojos, como
Cuando por sobre el hombro nos llama una palmada;
Vuelve los ojos locos, y todo lo vivido
Se empoza, como charco de culpa, en la mirada.
Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes…Yo no sé¡
César Vallejo
Vallejo rechaza la forma y las armonías
que el mismo había admirado en poemas de Darío y otros modernistas: rechaza los
ideales del arte por el arte y anuncia que las imperfecciones y las asimetrías corresponden a la expresión del sentimiento humano
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
This song belongs to Death Cab for Cutie's album "Codes and Keys". To listen to the rest of the album, you can visit my channel! I do not own these songs in any way. Enjoy!
death cab for cutie "stay young go dancing
La Cienega Just Smiled""Ah the night...here it comes again"
It's on with the jeans, the jacket and the shirt
How'd I end up feeling so bad
For such a little girl
And I hold you close in the back of my mind
Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt
And I'm too scared to know to how I feel about you now
La Cienega just smiles..."see ya around"
And I hold you close in the back of my mind
And raise my glass 'cause either way I'm dead
Neither of you really help me to sleep anymore
One breaks my body and the other breaks my soul
La Cienega just smiles as it waves goodbye
"Ah the night...here it comes again"
It's off with the jeans, the jacket and the shirt
How'd I end up feeling so bad
For such a little girl
And I hold you close in the back of my mind
Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt
And I'm too scared to know how I feel about you now
How I feel about you now
La Cienega just smiles and says, "I'll see you around"
looking out my backdoor
Creedence Clearwater Revival.
Billie the vision and the dancers
CHRISTIAN MEIER
THE KOOKS
THE CLAN
EMILIANA TORRINI
