THE SMITHS

THERE IS A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT

Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home
And I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn't ask

Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
No, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out

ANTONIO TABUCCHI

UNA BALLENA VE A LOS HOMBRES

Siempre muy ajetreados, y con largas extremidades que agitan con frecuencia. Y son muy poco redondos, sin la majestuosidad de las formas consumadas y suficientes, y con una minúscula cabeza móvil en la que parece concentrarse toda su extraña vida. Llegan deslizándose sobre el mar, pero no nadando, como si fueran pájaros, e infieren la muerte con fragilidad y grácil ferocidad. Permanecen largo rato en silencio, pero luego gritan entre ellos con repentina furia, con un galimatías de sonidos que apenas varían y que carecen de la perfección de nuestros sonidos esenciales: reclamo, amor, llanto de duelo. Y qué penoso debe de resultarles amarse: e híspido, casi brusco, inmediato, sin una mullida capa de grasa, favorecido por su naturaleza filiforme que no prevé la heroica dificultad de la unión ni los tiernos esfuerzos para conseguirla.

No les gusta el agua, y la temen, y no se entiende por qué vienen tan a menudo. También ellos van en bancos, pero no llevan hembras, y se adivina que están en otra parte, pero son siempre invisibles. A veces cantan, pero sólo para ellos, y su canto no es un reclamo sino una forma de lamento desgarrador. Enseguida se cansan, y cuando cae la noche se reclinan sobre las pequeñas islas que les transportan y tal vez se duermen o contemplan la luna. Se alejan deslizándose en silencio y es evidente que están tristes.

ANTONIO TABUCCHI: Dama de Porto Pim

THE BYRDS

MR. TAMBOURINE MAN

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

NOSTALGHIA

"La atmósfera de estas películas, presumiblemente por eso, es húmeda. Un filtro de tonalidad plomiza lima el filo al cuchillo de la luz, y la pantalla toma el color de un día que amenaza lluvia o de una tarde en que acaba de escampar y sigue cubierta. Se presiente el agua. También un ambiente lábil traduce el sentimiento de la nostalgia. Esos momentos de mortecina claridad resultan mán idóneos para enfrentar el túnel del recuerdo, armonizan mejor con la tristeza, esa gasa que los personajes de Tarkovski no se atreven a desgarrar y que parece protegerles de la intemperie. Se trata de sujetos que se hayan perdidos, que se han perdido en el camino, y hasta han dejado de caminar, habiendo hecho de su extravío en el mundo una forma particular e inflexible de interpretar la existencia."

CARLOS ORTEGA: Lo excelso y lo raro: ensayos sobre poesía y pensamiento.

FERNANDO PESSOA

«Olá, guardador de rebanhos,
Aí à beira da estrada,
Que te diz o vento que passa ?»
«Que é, vento, e que passa,
E que já passou antes,
E que passará depois.
E a ti o que te diz ?»
«Muita cousa mais do que isso.
Fala-me de muitas outras cousas.
De memórias e de saudades
E de cousas que nunca foram.»
«Nunca ouviste passar o vento.
O vento só fala do vento.
O que lhe ouviste foi mentira,
E a mentira está em ti.»

LOVE

ALONE AGAIN OR

Yeah, said it’s all right
I won’t forget
All the times I’ve waited patiently for you
And you’ll do just what you choose to do
And I will be alone again tonight my dear

Yeah, I heard a funny thing
Somebody said to me
You know that I could be in love with almost everyone
I think that people are
The greatest fun
And I will be alone again tonight my dear