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sábado, 9 de abril de 2011

LOS SECRETOS DE LOS VIEJOS modificado

I have old women's secrets now / That had those of the young; / XXX tells me what I dared not think / When my blood was strong, / And what had drowned a lover once / Sounds like an old song. / How such a man pleased women most / Of all that are gone, / How such a pair loved many years / And such a pair but one, / Stories of the bed of straw / Or the bed of down.

6 comentarios:

  1. Because of a few songs
    Wherein I spoke of their mystery,
    Women have been
    Exceptionally kind
    to my old age.
    They make a secret place
    In their busy lives
    And they take me there.
    They become naked
    In their different ways
    and they say,
    "Look at me, Leonard
    Look at me one last time."
    Then they bend over the bed
    And cover me up
    Like a baby that is shivering.

    Because of,
    Leonard Cohen

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  2. De las viejas, no? De las viejas damas...

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  3. A Esther:



    Ida y vuelta : de las islas remotas a este llano
    Accede al trasvase del denso fluido
    Sin ton ni son desmadejando un hilo
    Del cimiento duro al cielo vano

    La persistencia del vahído
    engrana edades de voces rotas
    saludan más las fuertes notas
    los versos de Sam de Dios al río ( lío)

    Insoportable lema, audaz sonido
    Extrañas relaciones, postreras cotas
    Despide Yeats capaz ruido.

    ----El destructor de Domingos.-----

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  4. Recomiendo:

    LA TORRE; W.B. Yeats; edición bilingüe; traducción y prólogo de Carlos Jiménez Arribas; DVD Ediciones; Barcelona; 2004.

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  5. Though Marg'ry is stricken dumb
    If thrown in Madge's way,
    We three make up a solitude;
    For none alive today
    Can know the stories that we know
    Or say the things we say:

    How such a man pleased women most
    Of all that are gone,
    How such a pair loved many years
    And such a pair but one,
    Stories of the bed of straw
    Or the bed of down.

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  6. Versión libre-

    Mis cincuenta años hicieron el curso
    así solo me senté
    en un hormiguero de Londres potencial
    con un libro abierto y una taza vacía
    en la mesa de mármol ( favorito).
    Y mientras madriguera y calle contemplaba
    la fusión lloró
    y por veinte minutos más o menos
    mis manos temblaron.

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