"Revenge is just a lazy form of mourning"
"The Interpreter" de Sidney Pollack


I couldn't agree more.

I used to feel as if my mind was always full ideas that just sat there, and festered for lack of release. Now I only let them linger for a while, so they ferment instead... at least I hope I do. That's the whole point of this trip through the woods.


Harlem

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

You play around before this dam, not a care in your mind,
Cause its firm walls have stood the test of time.
This face has endured many a harsh clime,
But beware of the torrent that it holds behind.




PS. Está visto que las ideas originales ya no existen. Mi amiga Patri ya expresó una idea similar a esta el pasado 26 de Abril en un post titulado "Aguas violentas". Lo que tiene delito es que yo lo leí y no me acordé de él al escribir este poema. Este subconsciente...

So Quiet

I give up.
You’ll never fall for me.
I found no winds
To sail in your sea.

I tried, and met your tears,
So I deceived your ears,
Embraced false loves
To soothe your fears.

Can’t you see
That you have the key to me?
I dream to find
A way to read your mind.

I’m on the verge,
Cause I’m feeling this urge,
And you’re getting to me!
I should just let it be,
And keep quiet,
So quiet.

I swim in your eyes.
How I hate this disguise!
And the way that I yap,
Never filling the gap.
I stay quiet,
So quiet.

I give up.
I’ll never close this door.
You'll sneak back in;
You did before.

I drag this foolish hope,
Around my neck, your rope.
For you, my friend,
I’ll gladly cope.

Please, set me free,
Give back the key to me.
I crave to find
A way to clear my mind.

I’m on the verge,
Cause I’m feeling this urge,
And you’re getting to me.
I should just let you be,
And keep quiet,
So quiet.

Not before long,
You'll be hearing this song
At our place by the sea,
And you’ll think: “that’s not me”.
I’ll keep quiet,
So quiet.




PS. Dentro de un par de días, me pondré las pilas, la grabaré y la colgaré aquí en formato mp3 para que el que quiera pueda escucharla.

Lo prometido es deuda. Aquí está mi segunda canción. A quien le apetezca escucharla que haga click aquí y luego, en la página siguiente, que haga click en la flecha que hay debajo de la palabra "download", junto a donde pone "So... quiet". La he grabado a toda prisa, en plan cutre con mi videocámara y he convertido el sonido a formato mp3 para que os la podáis descargar, así que la calidad del sonido deja bastante que desear, igual que la anterior canción.