El blog pretende publicar, principalmente, traducciones al español de textos y poemas de Henry David Thoreau y referencias a trabajos sobre dicho autor.
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63 A day that will live on in infamy President Kennedy was a-ridin' high Good day to be livin' and a good day to die Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?" "Of course we do, we know who you are" Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car Shot down like a dog in broad daylight Was a matter of timing and the timing was right You got unpaid debts, we've come to collect We're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face We've already got someone here to take your place The day they blew out the brains of the king Thousands were watchin', no one saw a thing It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise Right there in front of everyone's eyes Greatest magic trick ever under the sun Perfectly executed, skillfully done Wolfman, oh Wolfman, oh Wolfman, howl Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul
Hush, little children, you'll understand The Beatles are comin', they're gonna hold your hand Slide down the banister, go get your coat Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags Pick up the pieces and lower the flags I'm goin' to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage Put your head out the window, let the good times roll There's a party goin' on behind the Grassy Knoll Stack up the bricks, pour the cement Don't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. President Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas Try to make it to the triple underpass Blackface singer, whiteface clown Better not show your faces after the sun goes down I'm in the red-light district, like a cop on the beat Livin' in a nightmare on Elm Street When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe Don't ask what your country can do for you Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn Dealey Plaza, make a left-hand turn I'm goin' down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride The place where faith, hope, and charity died Shoot him while he runs, boy, shoot him while you can See if you can shoot the invisible man Goodbye, Charlie, goodbye, Uncle Sam Frankly, Miss Scarlet, I don't give a damn What is the truth, and where did it go? Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know "Shut your mouth, " said the wise old owl Business is business, and it's a murder most foul
Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen I'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine Riding in the backseat next to my wife Heading straight on in to the afterlife I'm leaning to the left, I got my head in her lap Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give We're right down the street from the street where you live They mutilated his body and they took out his brain What more could they do? They piled on the pain But his soul's not there where it was supposed to be at For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for that Freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free Send me some lovin', tell me no lies Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive Turn the radio on, don't touch the dials Parkland hospital, only six more miles You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, you filled me with lead That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline Never shot anyone from in front or behind Got blood in my eye, got blood in my ear I'm never gonna make it to the new frontier Zapruder's film, I've seen that before Seen it thirty-three times, maybe more It's vile and deceitful, it's cruel and it's mean Ugliest thing that you ever have seen They killed him once and they killed him twice Killed him like a human sacrifice The day that they killed him, someone said to me, "Son The age of the Antichrist has just only begun" Air Force One comin' in through the gate Johnson sworn in at 2:38 Let me know when you decide to throw in the towel It is what it is, and it's murder most foul
What's new, pussycat? What'd I say? I said the soul of a nation been torn away And it's beginning to go into a slow decay And that it's thirty-six hours past Judgment Day Wolfman Jack, he's speaking in tongues He's going on and on at the top of his lungs Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack Play it for me in my long Cadillac Play me that, "Only The Good Die Young" Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung Play, "St. James Infirmary" and, "The Port of King James" If you want to remember, you better write down the names Play Etta James, too, play "I'd Rather Go Blind" Play it for the man with the telepathic mind Play John Lee Hooker, play "Scratch My Back" Play it for that strip club owner named Jack Guitar Slim going down slow Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe
Play, "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey Take it to the limit and let it go by Play it for Carl Wilson, too Looking far, far away down Gower Avenue Play, "Tragedy" play, "Twilight Time" Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime Play another one and, "Another One Bites the Dust" Play, "The Old Rugged Cross" and, "In God We Trust" Ride the pink horse down that long, lonesome road Stand there and wait for his head to explode Play, "Mystery Train" for Mr. Mystery The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree Play it for the Reverend, play it for the Pastor Play it for the dog that got no master Play Oscar Peterson, play Stan Getz Play, "Blue Sky", play Dickey Betts Play Hot Pepper, Thelonious Monk Charlie Parker and all that junk All that junk and, "All That Jazz" Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd Play the numbers , play the odds Play, "Cry Me A River" for the Lord of the gods Play Number Nine, play Number Six Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks Play Nat King Cole, play, "Nature Boy" Play, "Down In The Boondocks" for Terry Malloy Play, "It Happened One Night" and, "One Night of Sin" There's twelve million souls that are listening in Play, "Merchant to Venice" play, "Merchants of Death" Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell? Tell them, "We're waiting, keep coming" We'll get them as well Love Field is where his plane touched down But it never did get back up off the ground Was a hard act to follow, second to none They killed him on the altar of the rising sun Play, "Misty" for me and, "That Old Devil Moon" Play, "Anything Goes" and, "Memphis in June" Play, "Lonely At the Top" and, "Lonely Are the Brave" Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave Play Jelly Roll Morton, play, "Lucille" Play, "Deep In a Dream" and play "Driving Wheel" Play, "Moonlight Sonata" in F-sharp And, "A Key To The Highway" for the king of the harp Play, "Marching Through Georgia" and, "Dumbaroton's Drums" Play, "Darkness" and death will come when it comes Play, "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell Play, "The Blood-stained Banner" play, "Murder Most Foul"
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.
Nobody that matters, that is. Distant relatives of course Die, whom one never has seen or has seen for an hour, And they gave one candy in a pink-and-green stripéd bag, or a jack-knife, And went away, and cannot really be said to have lived at all.
And cats die. They lie on the floor and lash their tails, And their reticent fur is suddenly all in motion With fleas that one never knew were there, Polished and brown, knowing all there is to know, Trekking off into the living world. You fetch a shoe-box, but it's much too small, because she won't curl up now: So you find a bigger box, and bury her in the yard, and weep. But you do not wake up a month from then, two months A year from then, two years, in the middle of the night And weep, with your knuckles in your mouth, and say Oh, God! Oh, God! Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies that matters, —mothers and fathers don't die.
And if you have said, "For heaven's sake, must you always be kissing a person?" Or, "I do wish to gracious you'd stop tapping on the window with your thimble!" Tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow if you're busy having fun, Is plenty of time to say, "I'm sorry, mother."
To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak; Who do not drink their tea, though they always said Tea was such a comfort.
Run down into the cellar and bring up the last jar of raspberries; they are not tempted. Flatter them, ask them what was it they said exactly That time, to the bishop, or to the overseer, or to Mrs. Mason; They are not taken in. Shout at them, get red in the face, rise, Drag them up out of their chairs by their stiff shoulders and shake them and yell at them; They are not startled, they are not even embarrassed; they slide back into their chairs.
Your tea is cold now. You drink it standing up, And leave the house.
Before sunrise. With what infinite and unwearied expectation and
proclamation the cocks usher in every dawn as if there had never been
one before. And the dog barks still and the thallus of lichens springs,
so tenacious of life is nature.
HDT
Antes de la salida del sol. Con qué infinita y no gastada expectación y proclamación los gallos se muestran cada amanecer como si no hubiera habido niguno antes. Y los perros ladran todavía y el talo de los líquenes brota, tan tenaz con la vida es la naturaleza.
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