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Plastico.
ATENCION!
la gente se aburrio de se de carne y hueso!
ahora quiere tener plastico
quiere tener mas cosas
mas grandes y mas voluptuosas
otro chiste de humanos!
el querer ser distintos
cambiarse de color
y mas aun
su propia identidad
quieren tenerlo
todos
Ser dioses
ser perfectos
ser hermosos
cuando no saben
que su belleza
no estaba en el dinero
ni el plastico
ok, ok
solo son mortales
todos son humanos
todos tienen errores
....igual quieren dominar el mundo
todos quieren ser perfectos
con su plastico y su dinero.
Plastic. (English version. Isn't the same in the spanish version, so trie to read it in spanish version to understand it)
ATTENTION! The people got bored of with meat and bone! Now want to have plastic want to have more things mas big and more voluptuous another joke of human beings! To want to be different to change of color and even more his own identity it they all want to have To be gods to be perfect to be beautiful when they do not know that his beauty was neither in the money nor the plastic ok, ok alone sound mortal they all are human they all have mistakes .... equal they want to dominate the world they all want to be perfect with his plastic and his money.
ATENCION!
la gente se aburrio de se de carne y hueso!
ahora quiere tener plastico
quiere tener mas cosas
mas grandes y mas voluptuosas
otro chiste de humanos!
el querer ser distintos
cambiarse de color
y mas aun
su propia identidad
quieren tenerlo
todos
Ser dioses
ser perfectos
ser hermosos
cuando no saben
que su belleza
no estaba en el dinero
ni el plastico
ok, ok
solo son mortales
todos son humanos
todos tienen errores
....igual quieren dominar el mundo
todos quieren ser perfectos
con su plastico y su dinero.
Plastic. (English version. Isn't the same in the spanish version, so trie to read it in spanish version to understand it)
ATTENTION! The people got bored of with meat and bone! Now want to have plastic want to have more things mas big and more voluptuous another joke of human beings! To want to be different to change of color and even more his own identity it they all want to have To be gods to be perfect to be beautiful when they do not know that his beauty was neither in the money nor the plastic ok, ok alone sound mortal they all are human they all have mistakes .... equal they want to dominate the world they all want to be perfect with his plastic and his money.
This could perhaps be the best poem ever written:
The Earth Turned to Bring Us Closer
by Eugenio Montejo
translated by Peter Boyle
The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;
it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score.
The Earth Turned to Bring Us Closer
by Eugenio Montejo
translated by Peter Boyle
The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;
it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score.
One of Four American Epic Poems...Can you guess this one?
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats
floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- ment roofs
illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the
scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- ing their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror
through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al- cohol and cock and endless balls,
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats
floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- ment roofs
illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the
scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- ing their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror
through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al- cohol and cock and endless balls,
I see your hair is burning
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Driving down your freeway
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars,
Never saw a woman so alone
- From L.A. Woman by the Doors. I am generally one who finds poetry (and poets) superficial and pretentious, but this piece I find passionate and powerful espacially coupled with Morrison's vocals in the actual song.
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Driving down your freeway
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars,
Never saw a woman so alone
- From L.A. Woman by the Doors. I am generally one who finds poetry (and poets) superficial and pretentious, but this piece I find passionate and powerful espacially coupled with Morrison's vocals in the actual song.