jueves, 7 de marzo de 2024

"Es opcional", de Sebastián Vargas















La masacre es permanente, la excusa es opcional.
El odio es omnipresente, el motivo es brutal.
La violencia es constitutiva, el freno es formal.
El desprecio es indispensable, la consideración es frugal.
La crueldad es necesaria, la astucia es legal.
El insulto es inapelable, el saludo es banal.
La amnesia es primigenia, el souvenir es venial.
El tiro es ineludible, la mortaja es letal.
La herida es irremediable, la cicatriz es mental.
El silencio es imperioso, la queja es trivial
La noche es sustantiva, el amanecer es verbal.

lunes, 19 de febrero de 2024

"Play It Safe", by Tim Minchin

 Minchin, qué decir, cada vez mejor. Como ya es un national treasure en Australia le dieron para hacer la cancioncita para el Sydney Opera House 50th Anniversary, y se mandó esta genialidad. Trajecito violeta, tan precioso, video perfecto, figurine en la escalera. Dice que cuando la escribió se la mostró a su hijo adolescente a ver qué le parecía y el pibe dijo que le daban ganas de hacer lo contrario. 

Todavía resta humanidad. Un poquito al menos.


You've gotta keep it simple
Life is like a song
There are tunes that folk are used to
So if you want 'em to sing along
Just keep it simple

You oughta play it safe
Life is just a game
People like the rules as written
So just give 'em more of the same

No one likes a smart-arse (No one likes a smart-arse)
No one likes it complicated (You've gotta keep it simple)
If you want to go the distance
Find the path of least resistance
And just take it

You don't want to stick your neck out (You don't want to stick your neck out)
They'll take your head off if you do (They're gonna rip your head off)
Just sit up the back and judge others (Hey, sit down!)
It'll keep 'em from judging you

If you're too hard to stomach you'll never amount to nothing
Ain't that something?
No one cares what you have to say
Just shut up and play the role you're cast in (You've got to play the role you're cast in)

You see, all the world's a stage
So just say the lines you're given
Exactly as they're written
And for God's sake
Act your age

No one likes a show-off (No one likes a show-off)
No one likes a clown
Just make sure you don't stand out in the crowd
That way they can't cut you down
You gotta build your walls around you (Build your walls around you)
You build them straight and make 'em square (Build them straight and square)
That way you'll blend in with the background
That way no one will point and stare (No one will point and stare)

You gotta stick to your convictions (Stick to your convictions!)
You gotta nail down your views (Nail 'em down)
You wanna steer clear of the discomfort you feel
When you walk in another person's shoes (You don't need that!)

You gotta work out who your team is
Then wear the badge with pride
Find a box that makes ya comfortable
And then stay the heck inside

On the first day the Lord gave you television (Lord gave you television)
On the next he delivered a couch (He delivers)
Tell me how do you explain all this content
If the universe wanted you out and about

Toe the line
Don your suit
Hide your truth
Wipe your tears
Don't cause trouble
Find your bubble
Stick to black-and-white ideas
Play it safe
Know your place
Know your lines
Know your limits
Find a doctrine
Get it locked in
Build a box and stay in it

Toe the line
Don your suit
Hide your truth
Wipe your tears
Don't cause trouble
Find your bubble
Stick to black-and-white ideas
Play it safe
Keep it beige
Keep it simple and sameish
Leave the weird ideas to the Danish (To the weird old Danish)

You gotta play it safe
Your mind is like a house
If you keep it locked up tight
You just might keep the world out.

viernes, 24 de noviembre de 2023

"Uninvited", by Alanis Morissette

De la pior remake del cine, City of Angels, que viene a ser Las alas del deseo de Wenders, aghhhh, un tema pectacular de Disco Alanis: 

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd need shepherd
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate

martes, 14 de noviembre de 2023

"Don't You (Forget About Me)", by Simple Minds

 Cuando todo se vaya inexorablemente a la mierda, me voy a sentar a ver todas las pelis del Brat Pack, después de todo estaban hechas para mí. Curiosamente, The Breakfast Club la vi de grande, pero es un peliculón al que no le pasa el tiempo. Gracias John Hughes por tantos hitazos con densidad. Y por inmortalizar a Judd Nelson y a Ally Sheedy.










Y la cancioncita:


sábado, 11 de noviembre de 2023

Fik-Shun baila "Fragile", de Tech N9ne ft. Kendrick Lamar

Es el Besnine Remix, que no está en espótifai y es mil veces mejor que la original, pero bueh, ahora está acá.


You said you'd never ever break, down
But here I am sweeping, pieces off of the ground
You said you'd never, ever play, to crowds
But I've seen you hoping to play songs to them now
I've spent all night long scared of tomorrow, broke my alarm
Everything's almost lost, pick it up slow, before it's gone
We're fragile
(Wish I'd have known)
I never thought I'd be so fragile
(You're not alone)
If it didn't break before it's about to
(We've been here before)
I don't ever want to change
I'm fragile
I don't ever
Some of the people appointed to give an opinion
Never do get it
I want you to come on and gobble a jimmy and... die
N9na be giving the remedy and why?
Critics are really the enemy and I
Can't stand the way they slam today's gifted
Effin' incredible, get fanned away with grands to pay
This jam will lay scripted
Deaf and impeccable
Write a rhyme and I put everything in a flow
I'm the N9ne I'm a look very mean
When a foe scribe a line but he has never been at a show
By the times it'll be better, leave it in the sto'
'Cause they wrote nothin' but lies, quotes stuck in my eyes
Amateur writer dissin'
He's a beginner and hopes for your demise, folks some may despise
Never do try to listen
It's real, I'm mad
Clueless when you scribble on your pad
How you gonna criticize with a chisel on your nads sizzling your ad
You don't really get why I'm so pissed? Understand this (Understand this)
I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my shit, yes I'm
We're fragile
(Wish I'd have known)
I never thought I'd be so fragile
(You're not alone)
If it didn't break before it's about to
(We've been here before)
I don't ever want to change
I'm fragile
I don't ever
Tell me that I'm famous
Tell me that my name is
Big as Venus Jupiter and then Uranus
Tell me that your anus got your head in it
I can smell the articles and know you're heinous
Tell me that you love me, always thinkin' of me
Unconditional, I'm hoping I'm your favourite
Grab a fishing pole and throw me with the sharks
That's the feelin' I get when you're concentratin'
On this pen, on this pad
Tell me you're willin' to diss on my craft
Tell me the feelin' of pickin' apart this track
Stop
Puttin' my heart and my soul in these lines
Tellin' me platinum and gold all the time
Lookin' to bury, a deep hole for mine
Drop
This is more than you, and this is more than you
And your entire building slanderin' and abusin'
What I call the realest comin' from a student
Told myself to use a poem as an UZI
Empty magazine, I seen a magazine
You seen my trigger finger, then I started shootin'
That was nicotine, I'm 'bout to smoke 'em all
And journalists involved should've known my music
We're fragile
(Wish I'd have known)
I never thought I'd be so fragile
(You're not alone)
If it didn't break before it's about to
(We've been here before)
I don't ever want to change
I'm fragile
I don't ever

martes, 8 de marzo de 2022

viernes, 31 de diciembre de 2021

"Palabras cruzadas" (2019), de Daniel Roldán

 

“Las ideas se juntan como si estuvieran en un campo magnético.

Donde cada uno imagina su paraíso.

 

Siempre quiero decir algo más de lo que se puede entender y se entiende más de lo que quiero decir.

 

Me escucho ser.

Las formas que habito.

 

Uno enseña lo que tiene que aprender.

Nadie sabe cuál es su orilla.

 

Atrapo lo que reaparece.

Camino por la cornisa del sueño”.

Arquero


“(...) Me imagino a todxs estxs niñxs pequeñxs jugando algún juego en un gran campo de centeno y así. Miles de niñxs pequeñxs y no hay nadie alrededor ―nadie grande, quiero decir―, excepto yo. Y estoy parado al borde de un precipicio descomunal. Lo que tengo que hacer, tengo que atajar a todxs si empiezan a caer por el precipicio… quiero decir, si están corriendo sin mirar a dónde van tengo que salir de algún lado y atajarlxs. Eso sería todo lo que haría todo el día. Sería el arquero entre el centeno y así. Sé que es una locura, pero es lo único que querría ser”.

“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around — nobody big, I mean — except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.”


J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye.

lunes, 1 de junio de 2020

"Riquete el del Copete", by Amélie Nothomb

Publicado por Anagrama en 2018. 

Regalado para mi cumple 2019 por superamiga Susa. 

Terminado de leer en 2020. 

La cita que lo transformó en mi regalo de cumple:










La historia de mi vida:

La historia del ser humane:




jueves, 10 de enero de 2019

"¿Cómo que no?", de Gustavo "Príncipe" Pena

Me vuelvo loca. No lo conocía. Lo pone Galende en su programa: una cantada por Ana Prada y después esta. Muero muerta. Es todo eso que el Uruguay es para mí en las tripas.
Vayan a visitarlo:
http://imaginandobuenas.com.uy/

Los pibes allá en la esquina
están como dibujaos.
No les pagan sus pecaos,
no les tocó religión.
Esperan la tardecita
y van hasta la placita.
Fuman y beben un poco,
después tocan el tambor.

Porque esperan que en el cielo esté el amor
Que no tuviste vos, que no!
Cómo que no?
Míralo, míralos.

Los pibes cumplen condenas,
entran y salen las penas.
Entran y salen las penas,
de su niño corazón.
Y tienen la valentía
de ganarse el día a día,
aunque una noche sin luna
se pierda tu encendedor.

Porque tiene mucho cielo y mucho mar
Me gusta este lugar, qué no!
Cómo que no?
Míralo, míralo!

Regando el patio a manguera,
niña de la primavera.
Niña de la primavera,
regá mi patio de amor.
Que llega otro nuevo año,
que se somete a la espera
de que se haga verdadera,
tu locura y tu ilusión.

Porque tiene mucho cielo y mucho mar
Me gusta este lugar, qué no!
Cómo que no?
Míralo, míralo!