Breaks
Saturday, October 17th, 2009I've broken some time, I have broken many times ... never been easy.
Each break is different, some are trauma such as a motorcycle accident, others are covering slowly like a sunset, carrying the light goes.
In all left a void in the soul, a void in time, a gap in the words, a loud silence of absence.
I do not know why this strange break something that had been and never was, reminded me Take this Waltz, by Cohen on a text by Lorca
(...)
And Ill dance with you in Vienna
Ill be wearing a rivers disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And Ill bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs There, and the moss
And Ill yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools That You lift on your wrist
Oh my love, oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Its yours now. its all That There is.
(...)
In Vienna I will dance with you
a costume that has
river head.
Look at the banks I have hyacinths!
I will leave my mouth between your legs,
my soul in photographs and lilies,
and the dark waves of your walk
I, my love, my love, leave,
violin and grave, tapes waltz.
