Los Borges





Nada o muy poco sé de mis mayores
Portugueses, los Borges: vaga gente
Que prosigue en mi carne, oscuramente,
Sus hábitos, rigores y temores.

Tenues como se nunca hubieran sido
Y ajenos a los trámites del arte,
Indescifrablemente forman parte
Del tiempo, de la tierra y del olvido.

Mejor así. Cumplida la faena,
Son Portugal, son la famosa gente
Que forzó las murallas del Oriente

Y se dio al mar y al otro mar de arena.
Son el rey que en el místico desierto
Se perdió y el que jura que no ha muerto.







Jorge Luis Borges

este mural vai ser de rumos por traçar, canções por redescobrir,
fotografias sempre por captar e cartas de marear por desenhar.
é costume fazer uma lista de desejos para o ano novo que começa amanhã. começo com esta:

I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a camaro's hood

I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb to trust and never let you down

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish...