yo no soy yo
que soy otro

7 ds

mi corazon se ha roto
los puños de combatir
tu imagen

7 d´s se debaten
7 pecados capitales
como 7 velas

basta con apagar
el deseo

el animal de tristeza
rememoró sus garras
de ira

Mamá

Mira como vengo…
Traigo las manos rotas
Y los nudillos gastados
De golpear las puertas del cielo

No sabes como grité…

Mamá

Traigo las manos quemadas
De agarrar ascuas de sueños
Acércate y cúramelas

Me enseñaste todo
Menos a sobrevivir
Conmigo….
En soledad.

Ven y sácame de aquí

Mama

"I am walking"


2001 02 07
japanese


I am walking through a damp forest.
There isn't really a path.
I follow a faint trail where someone seems to have walked before.
It may not have been a human.
Bending down, I try to catch the scent.
The path through the forest changes, non-linearly.
There isn't a single straight line.
My eyes, accustomed to straight lines, have trouble recognizing all the shapes of the forest.

In every niche of the forest, there are a variety of living things.
There are hundreds of thousands of living things beneath where I tread.
There are trees of various heights.

They use all sorts of strategies to renew even a little of their energy efficiently.
Life like this has gone on for hundreds of thousands of years.

Silence fills the forest.
Nature is quiet.
We don't know that nature is quiet.
It's particularly quiet in the daytime.
Living creatures often go about at night, as a tactic of survival.
At night all their energy causes quite a commotion.

In the forest, the temperature changes step by step.
Even the temperature is non-linear.
Our hearts love simplicity and can't grasp the principle that lies beneath these changes.
Human intelligence is still in its infancy.
It wants to reduce multiplicity to simplicity.
A pack of wolves and a lone wolf are different things.
The action of a mass of molecules differs from the behavior of a single molecule.
The human race in the latter half of the 20th century finally has come to faintly understand this.
The universe is neither geocentric nor heliocentric, but a bit of both.




© 2001 Ryuichi Sakamoto

mentirosos

cada dia que pasa
me dan mas ganas
de saltar a la calle
de gritar

espero que dentro de poco
os ajustemos las cuentas

nausea

la frente aun sudorosa,
escalofrios,
tu mano en la cara
y el codo encima de tus rodillas

sabes que nada
absolutamente nada de esto
es transitorio
aunque la gente te lo diga
aunque te comenten
que te mereces un descanso

te lo has ganado a pulso
chaval

burbujas en una copa

es mas comodo...

es mas comodo acabar sangrando
tras una pelea
y con la mirada perdida.

mas comodo
que mirarte
y verme reflejado
en tu mirada
con mi miedo
y mi incapacidad
de cicatrizar mis heridas.

no quiero volver
a lamerme las heridas
como un perro en la cuneta