dijous, 23 de setembre de 2010

You should be stronger than me ...

You should be stronger than me ...
You been here seven years longer than me.
Don't you know you supposed to be the man?
Not pal in comparison to who you think I am.

You always wanna talk it through - I don't care!
I always have to comfort you when I'm there.
But that's what I need you to do - stroke my hair!

Cos' I've forgotten all of young love's joy.
Feel like a lady and you my lady boy.

You should be stronger than me
but instead you're longer than frozen turkey.
Why'd you always put me in control?
All I need is for my man to live up to his role.

Always wanna talk it through - I'm ok!
Always have to comfort you every day.
But that's what I need you to do - are you gay?

I've forgotten all of young love's joy.
Feel like a lady and you my lady boy.

He said 'the respect I made you earn'
Thought you had so many lessons to learn.
I said 'You don't know what love is' - get a grip!
Sounds as if you're reading from some other tired script.

I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime,
I just wanna grip your body over mine.
Please, tell me why you think that's a crime!

I've forgotten all of young love's joy.
Feel like a lady and you my lady boy.


dimarts, 14 de setembre de 2010

Final de agosto


Sentada en cualquier banco del mundo para recuperar la brisa. Así me encontraba yo, con el guiño permanente a ese sol que buscaba insistentemente mis ojos, con un tiempo por vivir, con una hoja en blanco. Temblaba el mundo aún en esa mañana de agosto, temiendo el fin del verano y la llegada de toda esa gente dispersa, de toda esa rutina. Las cosas que han de pasar sucedían con calma, con una serenidad imperturbable: se movía la hierba, se columpiaba la niña, sonaba la música en los oídos, olía a cruasán, cambiaban las sombras, rugía algún coche, bostezaba el metro, paseaba la señora cargando una bolsa … Incluso el cielo era azul después de la tormenta. Pensé en la poesía y la vi sin rima. Todo evocaba algo bonito, como cuando alguien sólo te evoca amor. Saludé al conductor del autobús. Sí, llegaban buenos días.