jueves, 4 de mayo de 2017

(Welsh// internetspotting//2017)

Ten una carrera // Get a career
Se un buen hijo // be a good son
Ten un alquiler // have a rent
Alquílate bien // rent yourself for a good price
Ten una hipoteca // have a mortgage
Una novia // a girlfriend
Un novio // a boyfriend
Dos // two
Ambos mejor // both better
Un amante // and a lover
Otro // and another one
Otra más // and another one more
Ten un hijo // Have a son
Ten su carrito, su colegio, tus miedos y paranoia en su cabeza // Have his stroller, her school, your fears and paranoia in her head
Ten una familia // have a family
Ten otro hijo más // have another kid more
Ten un ex // get an ex
Ten dos // get two
Ten tu droga en la cartera // get some drugs in your wallet
En la farmacia // in the pharmacy
En la guantera // in the glove compartment
Ten un coche // in the car
Claro // sure
Eso también // that too
Ten seguidores // have followers
Ten un trabajo // get a job
Ten otro hijo (¿lo dije antes ya?) // get another kid (did I mentioned that before?)
(Consigue megustas // get some likes)
Otro más // another one
Ya no vale con uno // one just wouldn’t do
Folla más // fuck more
Córrete // cum
Se un buen amante // be a good lover
(debes serlo) // (you have to)
Folla // fuck
Tienes que ser un hombre // you have to be a man
Ten miedo // be afraid
Ten pavor // be terrorized
Ten caradura // be shameless
Se hipócrita, // be an hypocrite
Véndete // promote yourself
Tienes que aprender a venderte mejor // you have to learn to sell yourself better
Mira los programas de amor en la tele // watch those Love Programs on the TV
Ten emociones // have emotions
Muchas // lots
Emociónate toooodo el rato // get emotional aaaaaall the time
En alto // out loud
Aspira // aspire
Métete coca // do coke
Bebe todo lo que puedas // drink all you can
Pastillas // pills
Hierba // grass
Ginebra Premium // Premium gin
Hielos Premium // Premium ice
Limón Premium // premium lemon
Hasta maldita tónica premium // even the fucking tonic
Se un imbécil Premium // be a Premium imbecile
Compra una tele plana // buy a flat TV
Un Jesucristo en holograma que te siga con los ojos // an hologram Jesus that follows you with his eyes
El corazón // his heart
Habla sobre vino //  talk about wine
Ten un vino favorito // HAVE a favorite wine
Vino caro // expensive wine
Cómprate ropa //  buy clothes
Zapatillas // sneakers
Camisetas // t-shirts
Habla con tus amigas en un grupo de Whatsapp // talk to your friends in that Whatsapp group
Sobre vuestros hijos // about your kids
Quéjate // complain
Llora // cry
Llora mucho // cry a lot
Carcajéate //     laugh out loud
Mucho // a lot
Habla mucho // talk a lot
Habla todo el rato // talk all the time
pero no te pronuncies sobre nada // but don’t say nothing about nothing

Ten una ex // have an ex
Ten dos // have two
Tíñete // dye your hair
Ten un coche // have a car
Ve al gimnasio // go to the gym
Compra vegetales // buy vegetables
Hamburguesas // hamburgers
Celebra la primavera // celebrate springtime
Sal por la noche // go out tonight
Se joven // be young
Baila // dance
Se viejo // be an old man
Habla de “los políticos” // talk about “the politicians”
Ponte crema // put some cream on
Cómete el sol // eat the sun
Déjate barba // get a beard
Respeta a los mayores // respect your elders
Que les jodan a los jóvenes // fuck the youngsters
Sonríe en las fotos // smile in the photos
Come tres platos // eat three meals
No te impliques // don’t get involved
Pero pertenece // but belong
Come hasta que te hartes  // eat until you explode
Engorda // get fat
Adelgaza // get thin
Vete de crucero // go on a cruise
Hazte selfies poniendo morritos // take selfies making a kissy face
Se padre, hijo, hermano, novio, amante, marido, amigo, divertido, apasionado, calmado, sexy, tranquilo…  //  be father, son, brother, boyfriend, lover, husband, fun, passionate, calm, sexy, easy going…
Todo incluido // all-inclusive
Se creativo // be creative
Tómate unas cañitas // have some beers
Siéntate // sit down
Compra // buy
Deprímete  // get depressed
Ten éxito // be successful
Suicídate // kill yourself
Vuelve al campo // go back to the
Emborráchate hasta que no puedas ni andar // get so drunk you can’t even walk
No entiendes nada // you don’t understand a single thing
Métetelo en la cabeza por mucho que intenten engañarte //
N o   e r e s    e s p e c i a l  // y o u  a r e  n o t   s p e c i a l
Al cosmos no le importas // the cosmos doesn’t care a fuck about you
El espectáculo lo es todo  // spectacle is everything

martes, 25 de octubre de 2016

Rio Grande




I guess you were right all along
As much as you said it
You were in love with me
But you couldn't stand my singing

The neons of the theater
Down at Hollywood and Vine
Were trembling on and on,
Day and night,
when I passed by
Every letter fired up but one
One that would never work

I used to open the windows and shout
Every morning
To this rusty bright
Burned up
Vulture nest like
City
And it was all because of you
Running like amphetamines in my fueled up veins
With your smell of sweat and white wine

You used to work as a dancer at the Big Macao
five days a week
but mostly nights
And dressed up like a Honk Kong gal to do your little number…
Man, you did really look beautiful in that 5 pennies red silk and gold dress
And you applied some make up so your eyes looked more... oriental
(the pipe that you hid under the bed was also a part of the process)

Every time we parted
I stared at your neck and the curls of your hair as you walked away
until you dissapeared

I guess you were right
All along
Babe
But I still sing every weekend, Friday and Thursday
For 50$ a night plus tips
And drinks

Kind of a nice pay nowadays you know
I even got myself a street cat to pet every once in a while
Her name, quite sure you guessed already,
Starts by that very same neon letter
That never worked on the marquee
That very same letter…. You know…

Who would have thought after all these years
The singing is almost all I have
And everybody seem to like it
From time to time they even write about me in the papers
While your love 
your overcasted smokey love 
That was always around
Vanished like a dried up dandelion under La Cienaga’s sun

I don't know why but she reminds me of you
She cuddles when she feels like it
She jumps out of the window
The moment I’m drunk

She always comes back
the cast I mean
(up to this day at least)
and you know I am the faithful kind
who always keeps the window open just in case

I guess you were right
All along
But you know, I own a little flat up on the hills
From my window I can see the lights blink every morning when I come back home
Those lights we used to dream on
I am still here
Hanging on

and you…

you left LA a long
time
ago


martes, 18 de octubre de 2016

berlin


 

It’s deep in the night
Back in the wide shadows of the mutilated park

The inner city landslide

The blade of the common ground

There is me
No lights on
And there’s you
Flashing like an 80’s spaceship in downtown LA

All your blades falling in between
the stones
like cement for the temple
The glory of the messiah shining inside
glowing in every inch of your soft feathers
your chest like dopamine
your expensive perfume
around me
creating evangelical sentences
hard as a revenge
unfair like the law
With peaks of fire and somber valleys
As I erase the paths and the still waters so dark
that swallow my face

And my sanity

And the hope for a new skin that might get born in the upcoming springtime

Costumes, masks, fire eaters are
finally
approaching
from the south

the road is burning in flames with fingers long and lean

the sword swallower
the dog faced man
elektra,
looking like a Greek goddess,
connected to my spine
the fleas and the juggler
the midget
the keys to power
a horse
a giant
the unfinished love
papa’s boy
rich kid fed on silver and pearls
the skyscraper builder
and the priest
with the ever-growing beard
and the knife ready to skin off

Light without love
Heat without hope
Us surrounded by a deep black circle
Beside the pond
tears in your eyes
Your hands in my head
offering me freedom
Me
stoned and defeated
fading out
Cutting my throat on the edge of the water

the white smoke can be seen through the branches
as her lips
start muttering
 and pretend nothing like this

(the two headed kid)

ever happened

TARES



It was in a dusty summer night
in the summer of self
a girl was getting undress on the other side of the street

the clouds above our heads
the absent wind
the invisible blue haze
the white walls
the light-invisible rain

you are out on the beach
walking on an island with your bare feet
that I once hear tip-toeing over wooden floors
elysian stones
and mattresses

and the aching guts of the whole world
living in you
breathing small yellow flowers on your skin
wishing you could
get up and recover those mystified days
in which you used to get up and thought you were in a dream
and everything was fine
and you had love
and life itself had the power to light you up
through a voice
a heat
a wait

but now
right now
you are the battle
you are submerged in the depths
like an old indian prayer surrounded by smoke
and meadows, and oaks burning, and the frozen dew on your tongue
throat
belly
like an elevator mechanic looking upwards
in the mudd
making all that noise
inside

I’m not the one you think I am
Not a tool to your plots
Not a catholic saint in the altars of fake
Not your stallion
Not a washing machine
Not a father to your children
Not a priest
Not a mouse to trap
Not a clerk man
Not a bureaucrat
Coming home 21:30
Feeling glad with myself
Kissing you in the forehead

Peace of mind

loneliness

feet are above the ground

walking up and down the corridor
eyes closed
seeing the dark disappear
as I pass by

watching all the walls turning into the finest transparent silk and cotton
as you walk by
and all those images of coal
head disconnected from the body
smog
a trembling sweet sex to lay your breath in
empty forests
coming out of them just like water drops from a mill

just

like

memories

lunes, 25 de enero de 2016

Jeanne

 

Come over
I promise I won’t make it hard

Just drop by
I won´t make a fuzz

Won’t even open my big mouth

You know how I am
Come to see me
I’ll make things easy
Heat some coffee
Or
Afghan tea

Just come over
I’d like to sit in front of you
You in front of me
Not uttering a single
word
Just staring at each other
Like we used to do
Then you would stand up
Sit on my knees
Put yours arms around my neck
your head on my chest
and kiss the veins that go straight to my
brain
And I’ll hold you tight with
my
eyes
closed

Santo Domingo

 

There are some unknown noises
down on the street
coming
and going

some food on the counter
viruses on my weakened body

I have some friends I am missing
some old love affairs too
some sadness deep inside

I am searching for the atlantis
in every shore round here,
in my dirty
greasy
neighborhood
with chinese prostitutes on every windshield
and yellow bleach bottles
smashed bellow the wheels

&

that little dominican girl below
is crying
again
too

it must be around 6AM
on the hangover month
and the entrances to all the private parkings
are gathering tore apart plastic bags
& fallen leaves
and condom wraps
and cigarettes butts

the mother starts shouting now
“What the hell is wrong with you?
Why are you crying now?
why aren’t you sleeping?”

Fort

 

They are making bets on your seizures
Your blind eyed souls
Your chances to win the lottery
Your numbness
Your stupidity

But the shade on your face keeps getting’ softer
and the kissing
is always without the tongue

only oblivion puts you on

you always get naked underneath the blankets
you go straight to the point
but the travel is the point
also

I prefer to see you standing
room half lit on fire
with your sweet tits like chocolate Eastern eggs
trembling
your rounded hips
and that tender edge between your legs
with spicy little hair all around

but you are way too worried
about the price of oil
the hunting season
and the weight of the bread
and the brakes
to notice

the miserere morning news
the death valley
the long gone loves
the father of your only child
the jealousy

all
around
me

like a flock of religious zealots
dancing away their
constant
egocentric
fucking
sins