Si El Sol

Si el sol 
la lluvia 
uno a uno los planetas 
uno a uno los pétalos 
de cada flor

Si cada cosa creada 
e imaginada
soltara los hilos
que sostienen tu cuerpo
que lo alimentan
y lo retienen en vilo...






Javier Naranjo


En Silabario (1994)

Cada Uno Conocerá

Cada uno conocerá
la muerte
devolverá substancia
a la extrañeza 

Y ni el nombre
ni el triste abrazo
y dulce
de la fiesta
persistirá

Fruto corrompido
para la mandíbula

Y ninguna historia
ni besar
ni rozar de las manos
ni siquiera
la herida que te precipitó
sabrán

Javier Naranjo 

En Silabario (1994)

Chocolate Jesus

Don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the Bible
I got my own special way
But I know Jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more
I fall on my knees every Sunday
At Zerelda Lee's candy store

Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied

Well I don't want no Abba Zabba
Don't want no Almond Joy
There ain't nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well it's the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate Jesus
Can satisfy my soul

When the weather gets rough
And it's whiskey in the shade
It's best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But that's ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait

Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me

Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied

Tom Waits

A Thousand Kisses Deep

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done –
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it’s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet –
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won’t exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat...

Maria Krein: Alone Together 

Leonard Cohen

Un jardín

Un jardín, una cimbreante doncella, 
un cántaro de vino, mi deseo 
y mi amargura: he aquí mi Paraíso 
y mi Infierno. Pero ¿quién recorrió
el Cielo o el Infierno? 

Omar Khayyam

Traducción: Félix E. Etchegoyen

On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

Tis time the heart should be unmoved,

Since others it hath ceased to move:

Yet, though I cannot be beloved,

Still let me love!

My days are in the yellow leaf;

The flowers and fruits of love are gone;

The worm, the canker, and the grief

Are mine alone!

The fire that on my bosom preys

Is lone as some volcanic isle;

No torch is kindled at its blaze--

A funeral pile.

The hope, the fear, the jealous care,

The exalted portion of the pain

And power of love, I cannot share,

But wear the chain.

But 'tis not thus--and 'tis not here--

Such thoughts should shake my soul nor now,

Where glory decks the hero's bier,

Or binds his brow.

The sword, the banner, and the field,

Glory and Greece, around me see!

The Spartan, borne upon his shield,

Was not more free.

Awake! (not Greece--she is awake!)

Awake, my spirit! Think through whom

Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,

And then strike home!

Tread those reviving passions down,

Unworthy manhood!--unto thee

Indifferent should the smile or frown

Of beauty be.

If thou regrett'st thy youth, why live?

The land of honourable death

Is here:--up to the field, and give

Away thy breath!

Seek out--less often sought than found--

A soldier's grave, for thee the best;

Then look around, and choose thy ground,

And take thy rest.

Lord Byron

Al Cumplir Mis 36 Años

¡Calma, corazón, ten calma!
¿A qué lates, si no abates
ya ni alegras a otra alma?
¿A qué lates?

Mi vida, verde parral,
dio ya su fruto y su flor,
amarillea, otoñal,
sin amor.

Más no pongamos mal ceño!
¡No pensemos, no pensemos!
Démonos al alto empeño
que tenemos.

Mira: Armas, banderas, campo
de batalla, y la victoria,
y Grecia. ¿No vale un lampo
de esta gloria?

¡Despierta! A Hélade no toques,
Ya Hélade despierta está.
Invócate a ti. No invoques
más allá

Viejo volcán enfriado
es mi llama; al firmamento
alza su ardor apagado.
¡Ah momento!

Temor y esperanza mueren.
Dolor y placer huyeron.
Ni me curan ni me hieren.
No son. Fueron.

¿A qué vivir, correr suerte,
si la juventud tu sien
ya no adorna? He aquí tu
muerte.

Y está bien.
Tras tanta palabra dicha,
el silencio. Es lo mejor.
En el silencio ¿no hay dicha?
y hay valor.

Lo que tantos han hallado
buscar ahora para ti:
una tumba de soldado.
Y hela aquí.

Todo cansa todo pasa.
Una mirada hacia atrás,
y marchémonos a casa.
Allí hay paz.

Lord Byron

Versión al español de Enrique Álvarez Bonilla