sábado, 27 de diciembre de 2008

sometimes feeling really short



Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
To live

They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet

Well, I don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Round here

Short People are just the same
As you and I
(A Fool Such As I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It's A Wonderful World)

Short People got nobody
Short People got nobody
Short People got nobody
To love

They got little baby legs
And they stand so low
You got to pick 'em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time
Well, I don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
'Round here

jueves, 18 de diciembre de 2008

escritura instantánea

Me acuerdo de que empecé a escribir
sin tinta, con la única guía de un cursor parpadeante,
aquí, sin pensar, con la firme intención
de dejar
un rastro
de errores
o aciertos
suspendidos
en el suelo virtual de la pantalla,
que no se abona, ni huele a bosque,
ni mancha las botas del trabajo,
sin correjir,
sin ser un ejercicio terminado
de etiquetas ni páginas imprimibles.
Me acuerdo sólo cuando estoy borracho
de seguir diciendo sin guión
lo que debiera ser yo,
y no yo y mis circunstancias.
Al menos me queda la pantalla
para no sentir la arena del reloj
cayendo tontamente por mi espalda.
Ojalá supiera vivir más de esta manera
y no preocuparme tanto de las consecuencias.
.