Erschrocken
Heute habe ich über den Tot eines Kerles erfahren, der genau so alt wie ich war (28) und bin erschrocken. Er war ein Filmkritiker aus Thailand.
film noir
The clock stopped some years ago at three past midnight. On its dusted surface a picture is reflected, distorted by the rounded shape of its glass cover. Margaret, Pauline, a forgotten name. Who is the person of the picture?
She walks in.
---
blood runs crazy!
...can even touch the scarlet furniture...
Don't let him die!
---
a cold noise spreads out the silence of the empty room.
Eternity.
The sound of long strides echoes from the wet floor. A door opens as the blue and red light penetrates the still stage.
---
The sun-glasses cover her gaze like the perfect mask. "How d'I know I trust you?" The words fall dry through the telephone line. She sucks once more her menthol cigarrette, exhalate the flavoured smoke, breath in, breath out. No answer.
She walks in.
---
blood runs crazy!
...can even touch the scarlet furniture...
Don't let him die!
---
a cold noise spreads out the silence of the empty room.
Eternity.
The sound of long strides echoes from the wet floor. A door opens as the blue and red light penetrates the still stage.
---
The sun-glasses cover her gaze like the perfect mask. "How d'I know I trust you?" The words fall dry through the telephone line. She sucks once more her menthol cigarrette, exhalate the flavoured smoke, breath in, breath out. No answer.
Breña -hommage a Augusto Rojas Llerena-
AMADA MÍA
Vals
Autoría: Augusto Rojas Llerena
¿Dónde estarás amor, que yo te espero?
Surge en mi nueva vida una esperanza;
de volverte a encontrar en mi camino
y pedirte perdón porque te quiero.
Volverás junto a mí
porque mi corazón se fue contigo,
llegarás porque aquí
un pedazo de mi alma yo te di
Dulce amada mía, luz de mi esperanza,
dame tu consuelo que mi corazón
está llorando por su añoranza.
Lucerito triste, que alumbras mi vida,
dile que regrese, dile que mi amor
está esperando siempre a su amada.
ROSA DE AMÉRICA
Vals
Autoría: Augusto Rojas Llerena
Tus ojos son dos luceros
quieren robármelos, no sé yo,
porque eres mi linda Rosa
como el tesoro que guardo yo.
Escondido aquí en el pecho
llevo tu nombre grabado,
porque siempre te llamaron
Rosa la flor celestial.
Guardo de tu mirada
sólo un recuerdo, paloma mía,
para que no se borre
ni con el tiempo en mi corazón.
Serás para mí, mágica ilusión,
Rosa que en la América reinó.
Serás para mí, mágica ilusión,
Rosa que en la América reinó.
Star Witness
MY TRUE LOVE DROWNED IN A DIRTY OLD PAN
OF OIL THAT DID RUN FROM THE BLOCK
OF A FALCON SEDAN 1969
THE PAPER SAID '75
THERE WERE NO SURVIVORS
NONE FOUND ALIVE
TREES BREAK THE SIDEWALK
AND THE SIDEWALK SKINS MY KNEES
THERE'S GLASS IN MY THERMOS
AND BLOOD ON MY JEANS
NICKELS AND DIMES OF THE FOURTH OF JULY
ROLL OFF IN A CROOKED LINE
TO THE CHAIN-LINK LOTS WHERE THE RED TAILS DIVE
OH HOW I FORGOT WHAT IT'S LIKE
HEY WHEN SHE SINGS, WHEN SHE SINGS WHEN SHE MOVES LIKE SHE RUNS
MOVES LIKE SHE RUNS
HEY WHEN SHE MOVES, WHEN SHE MOVES WHEN SHE MOVES LIKE SHE RUNS
MOVES LIKE SHE RUNS
"HEY PRETTY BABY GET HIGH WITH ME,
WE CAN GO TO MY SISTER'S IF WE SAY WE'LL WATCH THE BABY"
THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE YANKS MY NECK ON THE CHAIN
AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING
TO SEE YOU AGAIN
GO ON, GO ON SCREAM AND CRY
YOU'RE MILES FROM WHERE ANYONE WILL FIND YOU
THIS IS NOTHING NEW, NO TELEVISION CREW
THEY DON'T EVEN PUT ON THE SIRENS
MY NIGHTGOWN SWEEPS THE PAVEMENT, PLEASE
DON'T LET HIM DIE
OH HOW I FORGOT...
OF OIL THAT DID RUN FROM THE BLOCK
OF A FALCON SEDAN 1969
THE PAPER SAID '75
THERE WERE NO SURVIVORS
NONE FOUND ALIVE
TREES BREAK THE SIDEWALK
AND THE SIDEWALK SKINS MY KNEES
THERE'S GLASS IN MY THERMOS
AND BLOOD ON MY JEANS
NICKELS AND DIMES OF THE FOURTH OF JULY
ROLL OFF IN A CROOKED LINE
TO THE CHAIN-LINK LOTS WHERE THE RED TAILS DIVE
OH HOW I FORGOT WHAT IT'S LIKE
HEY WHEN SHE SINGS, WHEN SHE SINGS WHEN SHE MOVES LIKE SHE RUNS
MOVES LIKE SHE RUNS
HEY WHEN SHE MOVES, WHEN SHE MOVES WHEN SHE MOVES LIKE SHE RUNS
MOVES LIKE SHE RUNS
"HEY PRETTY BABY GET HIGH WITH ME,
WE CAN GO TO MY SISTER'S IF WE SAY WE'LL WATCH THE BABY"
THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE YANKS MY NECK ON THE CHAIN
AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING
TO SEE YOU AGAIN
GO ON, GO ON SCREAM AND CRY
YOU'RE MILES FROM WHERE ANYONE WILL FIND YOU
THIS IS NOTHING NEW, NO TELEVISION CREW
THEY DON'T EVEN PUT ON THE SIRENS
MY NIGHTGOWN SWEEPS THE PAVEMENT, PLEASE
DON'T LET HIM DIE
OH HOW I FORGOT...
mirror_stage (note 1)
Four steps to the front and we are there, in the middle. The aspect of this crossway is unmaterial, unplausible. But it is there, flushing desire, dead and life. I got the feeling I will look there for ever, without touching, without tasting, just looking images estimulated by a soundtrack, going to another orbit outside my body. As I land on a quite well known geography -which I cannot recognize- I close my eyes, hold my breath and go on moving, moving and moving because there is no other alternative. Motion is my only possibility. Four steps back, four front, we're in the middle, dancing so hard.
And, in a way, I'm not discovering anything. No point in doing such a thing. To discover. Instead of that I try to re-cover, to hide, to dress, to be someone else, to make someone else possible in me. To live another life, to die another death. To be a mirror...
And, in a way, I'm not discovering anything. No point in doing such a thing. To discover. Instead of that I try to re-cover, to hide, to dress, to be someone else, to make someone else possible in me. To live another life, to die another death. To be a mirror...
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