And you,

you can sing me anything.-

i got an angry inch!

hedwig sos amor.-

When the earth was still flat,

And the clouds made of fire,

And mountains stretched up to the sky,

Sometimes higher,

Folks roamed the earth

Like big rolling kegs.

They had two sets of arms.

They had two sets of legs.

They had two faces peering

Out of one giant head

So they could watch all around them

As they talked; while they read.

And they never knew nothing of love.

It was before the origin of love.

The origin of love

And there were three sexes then,

One that looked like two men

Glued up back to back,

Called the children of the sun.

And similar in shape and girth

Were the children of the earth.

They looked like two girls

Rolled up in one.

And the children of the moon

Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.

They were part sun, part earth

Part daughter, part son.

The origin of love

Now the gods grew quite scared

Of our strength and defiance

And Thor said,

"I'm gonna kill them all

With my hammer,

Like I killed the giants."

And Zeus said, "No,

You better let me

Use my lightening, like scissors,

Like I cut the legs off the whales

And dinosaurs into lizards."

Then he grabbed up some bolts

And he let out a laugh,

Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.

Gonna cut them right up in half."

And then storm clouds gathered above

Into great balls of fire

And then fire shot down

From the sky in bolts

Like shining blades

Of a knife.

And it ripped

Right through the flesh

Of the children of the sun

And the moon

And the earth.

And some Indian god

Sewed the wound up into a hole,

Pulled it round to our belly

To remind us of the price we pay.

And Osiris and the gods of the Nile

Gathered up a big storm

To blow a hurricane,

To scatter us away,

In a flood of wind and rain,

And a sea of tidal waves,

To wash us all away,

And if we don't behave

They'll cut us down again

And we'll be hopping round on one foot

And looking through one eye.

Last time I saw you

We had just split in two.

You were looking at me.

I was looking at you.

You had a way so familiar,

But I could not recognize,

Cause you had blood on your face;

I had blood in my eyes.

But I could swear by your expression

That the pain down in your soul

Was the same as the one down in mine.

That's the pain,

Cuts a straight line

Down through the heart;

We called it love.

So we wrapped our arms around each other,

Trying to shove ourselves back together.

We were making love,

Making love.

It was a cold dark evening,

Such a long time ago,

When by the mighty hand of Jove,

It was the sad story

How we became

Lonely two-legged creatures,

It's the story of

The origin of love.

That's the origin of love.

viejito hermoso.

Desencuentro de dos ancianos.-

Una anciana caminaba durante todo el día y un anciano caminaba durante toda la noche. Nunca se encontraron. Es lógico. La anciana caminaba de día y el anciano caminaba de noche. Ella tenía los ojos del color de los árboles. El tenía la nariz aguileña y un bastón. Los dos tenían los mismos pájaros en distintas jaulas. Los dos eran viudos. Ella vio morir a su marido una tarde del mes de mayo. El vio morir a su mujer una mañana del mes de agosto. Los dos tenían sobrinos que jugaban al ajedrez. Pero, ¿cómo pueden encontrarse en la Ciudad de Buenos Aires, entre tantos millones de habitantes, una anciana que camina de día y un anciano que camina de noche? *(1)

Los ancianos fieles.-

—Otra vez ha entrado el mariposón —dijo la abuela—. Voy a espantarlo como todas las noches.

El mariposón volaba alrededor de una lámpara. Los nietos salieron del cuarto. La abuela cerró la puerta con llave y bajó las celosías de las ventanas. El mayor de los nietos se escondió para ver cómo la abuela espantaba al mariposón.
Y vio al mariposón caminando por el espejo de la cómoda, quitarse las alas y sentarse en una silla. Y vio a la abuela abrir el armario y sacar unos bigotes, un sombrero y un frac.
El mariposón sentado en la silla era un hombre desnudo y se vistió poniéndose de pie los bigotes, el frac y el sombrero.
Y vio a la abuela sacar de una gaveta del armario unas trenzas y un traje de novia. La vio desnudarse y vestirse poniéndose las trenzas y el traje de novia. Y vio a los abuelos como estaban en el retrato del comedor, sonriéndose en un marco dorado. Después los vio volando, tomados del brazo, besándose, dando vueltas alrededor de la lámpara.

El anciano viajero.-


Toda mi vida fue buscar el lugar donde quería morir. Aún sigo viajando.

J. Villafañe.

*(1): cambiándose de turno :)