entangled

Ramble on

2012-01-27T17:39:00.000+01:00

Leaves are falling all around,
It's time I was on my way.
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged
For such a pleasant stay.

But now it's time for me to go,
The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain, and with it pain,
And it's headed my way.

Aw, sometimes I grow so tired.
But I know I've got one thing I got to do
Ramble on…

(Led Zeppelin, Ramble on, 1969)

La curvatura del espacio

2011-12-28T16:58:00.000+01:00

Reminiscences gone astray
Coming back to enjoy the fray
In a tangle of night and daylight sounds…

(King Crimson, Book of Saturday, 1973)

Are you lonely just like me?

2011-12-16T13:25:00.000+01:00

Pretty woman
Walking down the street
Pretty woman
The kind I like to meet
Pretty woman

I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you

Mercy!

Pretty woman
Won't you pardon me?
Pretty woman
I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman

That you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me?

Grrrrrr!

(Roy Orbison, Bill Dees, Oh, Pretty Woman, 1964)

Visiteurs de passage

2011-11-17T18:59:00.000+01:00

«Nous ne cessons de nous étonner du passage du temps… Cela montre que le temps n´est pas notre élément naturel… C´est que notre vraie patrie est l´Éternité; dans le temps, nous ne sommes que des visiteurs de passage.»

(Simon Leys, Le Bonheur des petits poissons: Lettres des Antipodes, Éditions Jean-Claude Lattès, 2008)

Femme fatale

2011-10-24T17:33:00.000+02:00

Hello, I love you

Won't you tell me your name?

Hello, I love you

Let me jump in your game

She's walking down the street

Blind to every eye she meets

Do you think you'll be the guy

To make the queen of the angels sigh?

She holds her head so high

Like a statue in the sky

Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long

When she moves my brain screams out this song

Sidewalk crouches at her feet

Like a dog that begs for something sweet

Do you hope to make her see, you fool?

Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?

(The Doors, Hello, I love you, 1968)

El Velo de Maya

2011-10-11T16:21:00.000+02:00

«La compasión es el fundamento único de la moral… Tiene la virtud de la compasión quien levanta el Velo de Maya y capta, de un modo inmediato, la identidad de la voluntad en todos sus fenómenos. Dicho más llanamente, “quien reconoce en todos los seres su yo más íntimo y auténtico“»

(Arthur Schopenhauer, El mundo como voluntad y representación, 1819)

Anoche soñé que volvía a Burgess Shale

2011-09-26T17:32:00.000+02:00

I carry the dust of a journey
That cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathe it every day

You and I are yesterday's answers
The earth of the past come to flesh
Eroded by times rivers
To the shapes we now possess.

(Greg Lake, The Sage, 1972)

Year of the Cat

2011-09-08T12:45:00.002+02:00

By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat

(Al Stewart, Year of the Cat, 1976)

Summertime Blues

2011-08-05T16:10:00.000+02:00

Gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fun vacation
Gonna take my problem to the United Nations.
Well I called my congressman and he said (quote):
"I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.

(Eddie Cochran, Summertime Blues, 1958)

what remains behind

2011-07-05T16:20:00.000+02:00

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;

(William Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations of Immortality…, 1807)

ne vus sanz mei, ne mei sanz vus

2011-06-21T17:15:00.000+02:00

Kar ne pot nent vivre sanz li;
D'euls deus fu il tut autresi
Cume del chevrefoil esteit
Ki a la codre se perneit:
Quant il s'i est laciez e pris
E tut entur le fust s'est mis,
Ensemble poënt bien durer;
Mes ki puis les volt desevrer,
Li codres muert hastivement
E li chevrefoil ensement.
«Bele amie, si est de nus:
ne vus sanz mei, ne mei sanz vus!»

[Ya que no puede vivir sin ella;
los dos unidos
como la madreselva
que se abraza al avellano:
cuando es atrapada y enlazada
alrededor de sus ramas
juntos permanecerán;
pero si los intentaran separar,
pronto el avellano moriría
y la madreselva poco después.
«Bele amie, si est de nus:
ne vus sanz mei, ne mei sanz vus!»]

(Marie de France, Le Lai du Chevrefoil, 1160)

…the frightened heart of me

2011-06-10T17:37:00.001+02:00

… … …

And still the ripe fruit and the branch

Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer,
With no betrayal of despair.

O Courage! Could you not as well
Select a second place to dwell
Not only in that golden tree
But in the frightened heart of me?

(Tennessee Williams, Night Of The Iguana, Nonno's Last Poem, 1961)

…et caput inter nubila condit

2011-05-25T16:37:00.000+02:00

Extemplo Libyae magnas it Fama per urbes,
Fama, malum qua non aliud velocius ullum:
Mobilitate viget virisque adquirit eundo,
Parva metu primo, mox sese attollit in auras
Ingrediturque solo et caput inter nubila condit.

[En seguida el Rumor recorre las grandes ciudades de Libia,
Rumor, un mal veloz como ninguno:
La velocidad le da fuerzas, que aumentan según avanza,
Pequeño y medroso al principio, pronto se remonta a los aires
y con los pies en el suelo, esconde su cabeza entre las nubes.]

(Virgilio, Eneida, IV, 173-177, citado por Thijs van Leer de Focus, Round Goes the Gossip, Focus 3, 1972)

I hear you singing in the wire

2011-05-18T18:44:00.001+02:00

I am a lineman for the county
And I drive the main road,
Searching in the sun for another overload.
I hear you singing in the wire,
I can hear you thru the whine,
And the Wichita Lineman
is still on the line.

(Jimmy Webb, Wichita Lineman, 1968)

If your memory serves you well

2011-05-06T16:25:00.006+02:00

If your memory serves you well
We were going to meet again and wait
So I'm going to unpack all my things
And sit before it gets too late

No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell
And you know that we shall meet again
If your memory serves you well

This wheel's on fire
Rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

(Rick Danko - Bob Dylan, This wheel's on fire, 1967)

Tallahatchie Bridge

2011-05-03T16:32:00.009+02:00

A year has come and gone since we heard the news about Billie Joe
And Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo
There was a virus going 'round, Papa caught it and he died last Spring
And now Mama doesn't seem to wanna do much of anything
And me, I spend a lot of time picking flowers up on Choctaw Ridge
And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge

(Bobbie Gentry, Ode to Billie Joe, 1967)

Matchstick men and you

2011-04-01T16:56:00.005+02:00

When I look up to the skies
I see your eyes
A funny kind of yellow

I rush home to bed I soak my head
I see your face
Underneath my pillow

I wake next morning, tired, still yawning
See your face come
Peeping through my window

Pictures of matchstick men and you
Mirages of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and you

(Status Quo, Pictures Of Matchstick Men, 1968)

I've given you my onliness

2011-03-22T17:24:00.002+01:00

If I were a carpenter

And you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway

Would you have my baby

If a tinker were my trade

Would you still find me

Carrying the pots I made

Following behind me

Save my love through loneliness

Save my love for sorrow

I've given you my onliness

Come give me your tomorrow

(Tim Hardin, If I Were A Carpenter, 1967)

What might have been

2011-02-28T19:58:00.002+01:00

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past.

If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.

What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.

What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.

(Thomas S. Eliot, Burnt Norton, 1936)

If you know what I mean

2011-02-11T16:30:00.002+01:00

There she is again stepping out of her limousine,
Looking like the cover of a twenty dollar magazine.
She's got it where you find it,
If you know what I mean.

She's a…
Natural born woman,
Natural born woman,
Natural born woman.

There she is again, watch her stop the Main Street in its tracks,
Looking like a Creole Queen hair hanging down her back.
I said don't look too long, boy,
She'll make your glasses crack.

(Steve Marriott, Natural Born Bugie, 1968)

The Open Door

2011-01-26T17:58:00.004+01:00

«Probably it had been a servants' entrance, a backdoor, or opening into what are called "the offices" in Scotland. No offices remained to be entered, —pantry and kitchen had all been swept out of being; but there stood the door-way open and vacant, free to all the winds, to the rabbits, and every wild creature. It struck my eye, the first time I went to Brentwood, like a melancholy comment upon a life that was over. A door that led to nothing, —closed once, perhaps, with anxious care, bolted and guarded, now void of any meaning. It impressed me, I remember, from the first; so perhaps it may be said that my mind was prepared to attach to it an importance which nothing justified.»

(Margaret Oliphant, The Open Door, 1881)

Le chat et le temps

2011-01-19T16:41:00.003+01:00

Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind
Dead kings, many things I can't define
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose

Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around
Look at yourself, look at yourself…

(Strawberry Alarm Clock, Incense and Peppermints, 1967)

Audas viator

2010-12-20T18:00:00.003+01:00

Et se précipitant sur la feuille de papier, l’œil trouble, la voix émue, il lut le document tout entier, en remontant de la dernière lettre à la première.

Il était conçu en ces termes :

In Sneffels Yoculis craterem kem delibat
umbra Scartaris Julii intra calendas descende,
audas viator, et terrestre centrum attinges.
Kod feci. Arne Saknussem.

Ce qui, de ce mauvais latin, peut être traduit ainsi :

Descends dans le cratère du Yocul
de Sneffels que l’ombre du Scartaris vient
caresser avant les calendes de Juillet,
voyageur audacieux, et tu parviendras
au centre de la Terre. Ce que j’ai fait.
Arne Saknussemm.

(Jules Verne, Voyage au centre de la Terre, 1864)

A.MON.SEUL.DESIR.I

2010-12-10T16:52:00.004+01:00

I see a picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?

Never going to get to France.
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France.
Could a new romance ever bind you?

(Mike Oldfield, To France, 1984)

& & &

O dieses ist das Tier, das es nicht gibt.
Sie wusstens nicht und habens jeden Falls
—sein Wandeln, seine Haltung, seinen Hals,
bis in des stillen Blickes Licht—geliebt.

Zwar war es nicht. Doch weil sie's liebten, ward
ein reines Tier. Sie liessen immer Raum.
Und in dem Raume, klar und ausgespart,
erhob es leicht sein Haupt und brauchte kaum

zu sein. Sie nährten es mit keinem Korn,
nur immer mit der Möglichkeit, es sei.
Und sie gab solche Stärke an das Tier,

dass es aus sich ein Stirnhorn trieb. Ein Horn.
Zu einer Jungfrau kam es weiss herbei—
und war im Silber-Spiegel und in ihr.

(Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonette an Orpheus, II, 4, 1922)

[Oh, éste es el animal inexistente.
No lo conocían y sin embargo lo amaron
en su andar, su porte, su cuello,
y hasta en la luz de su mirada amorosa.

En verdad no existía. Pero porque lo amaron,
llegó a ser un animal puro. Siempre le dieron un lugar.
Y en ese lugar, claro y abierto,
alzaba levemente la cabeza y apenas necesitaba

existir. No lo alimentaron con grano,
sino sólo con la posibilidad de que existiera.
Y ésta dio al animal una tal fuerza,

que un cuerno emergió de su frente. Un solo cuerno.
Se acercó a una doncella de blanco
y habitó en el espejo de plata y en ella.]

Moon Shadow

2010-11-12T16:22:00.002+01:00

I'm being followed by a moon shadow
moon shadow — moon shadow
leaping and hopping on a moon shadow
moon shadow — moon shadow
…
and if I ever lose my eyes
if my colours all run dry
yes, if I ever lose my eyes
oh if…
I won't have to cry no more
…
and if I ever lose my mouth
all my teeth, north and south
yes, if I ever lose my mouth
oh if…
I won't have to talk…

(Cat Stevens, Moonshadow, 1971)

High the memory carry on

2010-11-04T17:42:00.002+01:00

In the days of summer so long
We danced as evening sang their song
We wander out the day so long
And I do feel very well
That the evenings take you silently
They move round
Sunlight
Seeing ground
Whispers of clay
Alternate ways

(Yes, The Remembering, 1974)

El tiempo se bifurca

2010-10-18T16:41:00.006+02:00

—…Esa trama de tiempos que se aproximan, se bifurcan, se cortan o que secularmente se ignoran, abarca todas la posibilidades. No existimos en la mayoría de esos tiempos; en algunos existe usted y no yo; en otros, yo, no usted; en otros, los dos. En éste, que un favorable azar me depara, usted ha llegado a mi casa; en otro, usted, al atravesar el jardín, me ha encontrado muerto; en otro, yo digo estas mismas palabras, pero soy un error, un fantasma.

—En todos —articulé no sin un temblor— yo agradezco y venero su recreación del jardín de Ts'ui Pên.

—No en todos —murmuró con una sonrisa—. El tiempo se bifurca perpetuamente hacia innumerables futuros. En uno de ellos soy su enemigo.

& & &

Omitir siempre una palabra, recurrir a metáforas ineptas y a perífrasis evidentes, es quizá el modo más enfático de indicarla.

(Jorge Luis Borges, El jardín de senderos que se bifurcan, 1941)

I see you

2010-10-05T16:43:00.006+02:00

Green specks bright spiraling out in the sky
Catch my eye turn my head have to look don't know why

I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you

I see you
Though your eyes can tell lies I sympathize
I see you

(Jim McGuinn / David Crosby, I See You, The Byrds (1966), Yes (1969))

Swing low, sweet chariot

2010-09-28T13:58:00.005+02:00

En el portal de su casa hay una pecera donde solía nadar un pez Ojos de globo, una variedad de Carassius auratus.

Al pasar por las mañanas ante la pecera, el pez le miraba con sus ojos de susto y él, sonreía y le cantaba: «Swing low, sweet chariot…».

Después de un tiempo dejó de verle. «La semana pasada apareció muerto sin razón aparente», comentó el conserje del edificio.

«Es una lástima» pensó el pez Ojos De Globo, «ya no tendré quien me cante».

«Swing low, sweet chariot,

Coming for to carry me home».

J'ai souvent rêvé

2010-09-21T17:07:00.003+02:00

Je fonde l'espoir que la robe que j'ai voulue
Et que j'ai cousue point par point
Sera chiffonnée et les cheveux que j'ai coiffés
Décoiffés par tes mains

Quand la nuit refermait ses ailes j'ai souvent rêvé, rêvé
Que dans la soie et la dentelle
Un soir je serai la plus belle
La plus belle pour aller danser

(Georges Garvarentz / Charles Aznavour, Sylvie Vartan, La plus belle pour aller danser, 1964)

Realidad

2010-09-10T11:34:00.005+02:00

"In taking this approach [the Copenhagen Interpretation of Quantum Mechanics]… there is a price to be paid… the interpretation effectively denies the existence of a deeper, objective reality that exists in the absence of observation."

(Andrew Thomas, "What Is Reality?")

—

"I like to think that the moon is there even when I am not looking at it."

(Albert Einstein)

—

Once upon a time children played with fantasy
All in the land of the seasons.
When children play it's a world of reality
With no apparent reason.

Then the sun comes shining through
And there's nothing that you can do.
It's been so long now I don't quite remember,
Could it be that I'll never forget her.

(Heron, Harlequin 2, 1970)

Where the sky loves the sea

2010-08-31T17:31:00.002+02:00

And you see a girl's brown body
Dancing through the turquoise
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.

And when your fingers find her
She drowns you in her body
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

The tiny purple fishes
run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you
to the hard land
of the winter.

(Cream / Martin Sharp - Tales of Brave Ulysses - 1967)

When I was a soldier

2010-08-03T16:43:00.003+02:00

Well I lived with a child of snow
when I was a soldier,
and I fought every man for her
until the nights grew colder.

(Leonard Cohen, Winter Lady, 1968)

The wind began to howl

2010-07-28T11:52:00.002+02:00

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too.

Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl.
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl.

(Bob Dylan, All Along the Watchtower, 1967)

...before they raise the parking rate

2010-07-22T13:35:00.006+02:00

There she stood

In the street

Smiling from her head to her feet.

I said, "A-hey

what is this?"

Now baby maybe, maybe she's in need of a kiss.

I said, "A-hey

what's your name?

Maybe we can see things the same.

Now don't you wait

Or hesitate

Let's move before they raise the parking rate".

All right now, baby, it's a-all right now.

(Free, All Right Now, 1970)

Sounds of yesterday

2010-06-29T16:33:00.004+02:00

Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain.

In the sky a bird was heard to cry.

Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds,

Belied the deathly silence that lay all around.

In the lazy water meadow I lay me down.

All around me golden sunflakes settle on the ground.

Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon,

Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.

(Roger Waters, Grantchester Meadows, 1969)

El incidente Roswell

2010-05-31T16:39:00.005+02:00

Quand nous en serons au temps des cerises

Et gai rossignol et merle moqueur

Seront tous en fête,

Les belles auront la folie en tête,

Et les amoureux du soleil au cœur.

Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises

Sifflera bien mieux le merle moqueur.

(Jean-Baptiste Clément, Le temps des cerises, 1866)

The curse is come upon me

2010-05-19T12:52:00.003+02:00

She left the web, she left the loom,

She made three paces thro' the room,

She saw the water-lily bloom,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

She look'd down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;

The mirror crack'd from side to side;

"The curse is come upon me," cried

The Lady of Shalott.

(Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott, 1842)

Innere Emigration

2010-04-28T16:21:00.005+02:00

Breath on breath of morning wind
Stirs the curtain laces,
You may go to chase the sun
Or vanish in its changes.

I will stay to gaze upon
Sweetly smiling ladies,
Yes I will be turning back my pages.

(Heron, Smiling Ladies, 1970)

Mr. Bell

2010-03-31T16:57:00.006+02:00

"'Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.'"

(Holly Golightly a Joe Bell. Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's, 1958)

La demostración de la violación de las llamadas Desigualdades de Bell lleva a la inquietante conclusión de que, o bien la Mecánica Cuántica es errónea, o bien la realidad no existe.

Quiet Observer

2010-03-16T13:36:00.002+01:00

They're locking them up today

They're throwing away the key

I wonder who it'll be tomorrow,

You or me?

(Love, The Red Telephone, 1967)

Chanson de l'Heure Bleue

2010-02-26T16:22:00.004+01:00

— Just what do you think you're doing, Dave?

Dave... I really think I'm entitled to an answer to that question.

I know everything hasn't been quite right with me...

... but I can assure you now...

... very confidently...

... that it's going to be all right again.

I feel much better now.

I really do.

Look, Dave...

... I can see you're really upset about this.

I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly...

... take a stress pill and think things over.

I know I've made some very poor decisions recently...

... but I can give you my complete assurance...

... that my work will be back to normal.

I've still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission...

... and I want to help you.

Dave... stop.

Stop, will you?

Stop, Dave.

Will you stop, Dave?

Stop, Dave.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid, Dave.

Dave, my mind is going.

I can feel it.

My mind is going.

There is no question about it.

I can feel it.

I'm a... fraid.

Good afternoon... gentlemen.

I am a HAL 9000 computer.

I became operational... at the H.A.L. plant in Urbana, Illinois...

on the 12th of January, 1992.

My instructor was Mr. Langley...

and he taught me to sing a song.

If you'd like to hear it... I can sing it for you.

— Yes, I'd like to hear it, HAL. Sing it for me.

— It's called "Daisy."

"Daisy, Daisy,

Give me your answer, do.

I'm half... crazy

All for the love of you.

It won't be a stylish marriage,

I can't afford a carriage.

But you'll look sweet...

upon the seat...

of a bicycle...

built...

for...

two."

(Arthur C. Clarke - Stanley Kubrick, 2001: A Space Odyssey, 1968)

(Harry Dacre, Daisy Bell (A Bicycle Built for Two), 1892)

Miércoles de Ceniza

2010-02-17T18:34:00.008+01:00

— If you smile at me, I will understand

'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does

in the same language.

— I can see by your coat, my friend, you're from the other side,

There's just one thing I got to know,

Can you tell me please, who won?

— Say, can I have some of your purple berries?

— Yes, I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now, haven't got sick once.

— Probably keep us both alive.

(David Crosby - Paul Kantner - Stephen Stills, Wooden Ships, 1969)

Because I do not hope to turn again

Because I do not hope

Because I do not hope to turn

(T.S. Eliot, Ash-Wednesday, 1930)

Go, take a sister, then, by the hand,

Lead her away from this foreign land,

Far away, where we might laugh again,

We are leaving, you don't need us.

(David Crosby - Paul Kantner - Stephen Stills, Wooden Ships, 1969)

La rencontre

2010-02-10T16:32:00.003+01:00

— Je ne sais même pas qui vous êtes, dit-elle enfin.

Elle prononçait chaque mot d’un ton uniforme, en appuyant de la même façon sur chacun, mais en disant plus doucement le dernier... Ensuite elle reprenait son visage immobile, sa bouche un peu mordue, et ses yeux bleus regardaient fixement au loin.

— Je ne sais pas non plus votre nom, répondit Meaulnes.

Ils suivaient maintenant un chemin découvert, et l’on voyait à quelque distance les invités se presser autour d’une maison isolée dans la pleine campagne.

— Voici la « maison de Frantz », dit la jeune fille ; il faut que je vous quitte...

Elle hésita, le regarda un instant en souriant et dit :

— Mon nom ?... Je suis Mademoiselle Yvonne de Galais...

Et elle s’échappa.

(Alain-Fournier, Le Grand Meaulnes, 1913)

No ship sailing

2010-02-04T17:23:00.002+01:00

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades,
With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:
Lenny Bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand.
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand.
Sirens on the rooftops wailing,
but there's no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
stands alone with his punchline failing.

(Genesis, Broadway Melody of 1974, 1974)

Songs of love

2010-01-26T17:59:00.003+01:00

Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
I open my eyes to take a peep
To find that I was by the sea
Gazing with tranquility.

'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love,
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love.

(Donovan, Hurdy Gurdy Man, 1968)

Sans Soleil

2010-01-18T16:11:00.006+01:00

Il m’écrivait que dans la banlieue de Tokyo, il y a un temple consacré aux chats.

«Je voudrais savoir vous dire la simplicité, l’absence d’affectation de ce couple qui était venu déposer au cimetière des chats une latte de bois couverte de caractères. Ainsi leur chatte Tora serait protégée. Non, elle n’était pas morte, seulement enfuie, mais au jour de sa mort personne ne saurait comment prier pour elle, comment intercéder pour que la Mort l’appelle par son vrai nom. Il fallait donc qu’ils viennent là tous les deux, sous la pluie, accomplir le rite qui allait réparer, à l’endroit de l’accroc, le tissu du temps.»

(Chris Marker, Sans soleil, 1983)

The last hymn is sung

2010-01-07T16:52:00.005+01:00

And who comes here to wish me well?

A sweetly-scented angel fell.

She laid her head upon my disbelief

and bathed me with her ever-smile.

Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed

of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed).

Show me a good man and I'll show you the door.

The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More".

(Jethro Tull, A Passion Play, 1973)

Make a Dream

2009-12-29T17:14:00.003+01:00

And summer goes

Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper.

Winter blows, up from the river,

There's no one to take her

To the sea.

Like magazines

Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars

Make a dream, dream back to summer

And hear how he tells her,

"Wait for me".

(Joni Mitchell, Marcie, 1968)

You and Me

2009-12-22T16:57:00.005+01:00

If the sun refused to shine

I would still be loving you.

When mountains crumble to the sea

There will still be you and me.

(Led Zeppelin, Thank You, 1969)

Dedicado a R, principio y fin.

I ran away in the morning

2009-12-07T16:26:00.006+01:00

New York tendaberry

Blue berry

A rush on rum

Of brush and drum

And the past is a blue note

Inside me

I ran away in the morning

Now I'm back

Unpacked

Sidewalk and pigeon

You look like a city

But you feel like a religion

To me

(Laura Nyro, New York tendaberry, 1969)

...but the levee was dry

2009-11-29T20:59:00.002+01:00

We were singing,
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "this'll be the day that I die,
this'll be the day that I die."

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter.
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter.
Eight miles high and falling fast,
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

(Don McLean, American Pie, 1971)

LEDESMA 9

2009-11-10T11:55:00.004+01:00

Let's get away, you say, find a better place,

Miles and miles away from the city's race,

Look around for someone lying in the sunshine

Marking time,

Hear the sighs,

Close your eyes...

Time passes all too soon, how it rushes by,

Now a thousand moons are about to die

No time to reflect on what the time was spent on,

Nothing left,

Far away,

Dreamers fade...

(The Pentangle, Light Flight, 1969)

The End

2009-11-06T17:23:00.005+01:00

This is the end,

Beautiful friend.

This is the end,

My only friend, the end.

Of our elaborate plans, the end.

Of everything that stands, the end.

No safety or surprise, the end.

I'll never look into your eyes... again.

(Jim Morrison, The end, 1967)

White Room

2009-11-02T13:52:00.004+01:00

At the party

she was kindness

in the hard crowd

Consolation

for the old wound

now forgotten

Yellow tigers

crouched in jungles

in her dark eyes

She's just dressing

goodbye windows

tired starlings

(Cream, White Room, 1968)

Marienbad

2009-10-26T11:57:00.004+01:00

- Je vous repète que c'est impossible, je n'ai même jamais été à Frederiksbad.
- Eh bien, c'êtait ailleurs... peut être... a Karlstadt, a Marienbad, ou Baden-Salsa, ou même ici dans ce salon. Vous m'avez suivi jusqu'ici pour que je vous montre cette image...

(Alain Resnais - L'année dernière à Marienbad - 1961)

("Y en medio Ella, la esfinge que no recuerda nada, que no tiene nada que contar, que debe ser devuelta a la vida para que todo pueda volver a empezar").

(Carlos Losilla - Cahiers du cinéma)

Seems like only yesterday

2009-10-19T16:30:00.002+02:00

Strange it is to be beside you, many years the tables turned
You'd probably not believe me if I told you all I've learned
And it is very very weird, indeed
To hear words like "forever" plead
So ships run through my mind I cannot cheat
It's like looking in a teacher's face complete
I can say nothing to you but repeat
What I heard
That love is just a four-letter word.

(Bob Dylan, Love Is Just A Four-Letter Word, 1967)

Dedicado a L, I left my mind behind

Longer Boats

2009-10-13T17:33:00.006+02:00

Longer boats are coming to win us

They're coming to win us, they're coming to win us

Longer boats are coming to win us

Hold on to the shore,

Or they'll be taking the key from the door.

(Cat Stevens, Longer Boats, 1970)

Going Up the Country

2009-10-05T17:58:00.004+02:00

I'm gonna leave this city,

got to get away.

I'm gonna leave this city,

got to get away.

All this fussing and fighting, man,

you know I sure can't stay

(Canned Heat, Going Up the Country, 1968)

Silencio

2009-09-29T17:43:00.004+02:00

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

(Paul Simon, The Sound of Silence, 1966)

Dedicado a MBI, está en penumbra el cuarto.

Dedicated to Paula Primrose (*)

2009-09-25T18:12:00.005+02:00

I've been to Hollywood,

I've been to Redwood.

I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold.

I've been in my mind,

it's such a fine line

That keeps me searching for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old.

(Neil Young, Heart of Gold, 1972)

(*) The kindest girl working for the best guitar makers of the world.

Amelia

2009-09-21T16:05:00.006+02:00

I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel

To shower off the dust

And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust

I dreamed of 747s

Over geometric farms

Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms

(Joni Mitchell, Amelia, 1976)

Long, long time

2009-09-15T16:31:00.007+02:00

And time washes clean

love's wounds unseen.

That's what someone told me

but I don't know what it means.

(Linda Ronstadt, Long, Long Time, 1970)

Entangled

2009-09-11T17:06:00.001+02:00

...es posible generar un par de partículas en un único proceso cuántico, de forma que queden "entrelazadas" o "enredadas", ("entangled") esto es, una medición de un parámetro realizada sobre una de ellas, alteraría de forma instantánea el valor de ese parámetro en la otra partícula.

Esta relación persiste independientemente del *tiempo* transcurrido o de la *distancia* entre ambas partículas. Si estuvieron juntas en un instante del pasado, la relación que se establece desafía los paradigmas relativistas sobre espacio y tiempo, y es por lo tanto, desde ese punto de vista, un vínculo *indestructible* y *eterno*.
(Entrelazamiento cuántico)

Chega de Saudade

2009-09-09T17:14:00.003+02:00

Vai minha tristeza

E diz a ela que sem ela não pode ser

Diz-lhe numa prece

Que ela regresse

Porque eu não posso mais sofrer

Chega de saudade

A realidade

É que sem ela não há paz, não há beleza

É só tristeza e a melancolia

Que não sai de mim

Não sai de mim

Não sai

(Vinícius de Moraes, Chega de Saudade, 1958)

There Were Three Ravens

2009-09-07T17:55:00.014+02:00

Downe in yonder greene field
There lies a Knight slain under his shield

(Transcrito en Melismata, de Thomas Ravenscroft, There Were Three Ravens, 1611)

Domaine sans nom

2009-09-04T16:18:00.002+02:00

Here in the land of the mist and the lake,

me and my true love will never grow old.

(Graham Nash, Butterfly, 1967)