revisitant Ramona

Bon dia  Ramona:

T´escric des de l´anècdota  més  furiosa, des d´una frase de les  dones de Bukowski: "Besar-se és més íntim que follar. Per aquest motiu mai em  va agradar que les meves nòvies petonejessin els homes. Preferia que se´ls follessin".

Quan la vaig  llegir en  veu  alta es  van escandalitzar. D´altres  es van limitar a fer un gest  que en apariència semblava condescendent , Vaig trigar temps en entendre aquest nou mètode d´auto-defensa: "Els zombies ultra-secs"

 "Els educats" ( com  deia Chinasky) són la  nova divinitat, els més poderosos, les persones que es dibuixen a la perfecció per no ser atacades, els zeros, les  amebes, el tofu, tots els vestits ignífugs per la  vida.

Ja ho deies  bé company:  Hi ha  gent que no coneix la bogeria: Quina vida més horrible  han de tenir!

Recordo quan em deies:  No té cap mena de sentit fer tractes amb els  morts. Per aquest motiu  he desistit d´argumentar el perquè del meu  odi als  tatuatges

Gairebé  tots m´importen una puta merda.- Només els tendres es poden permetre el luxe de  ser incorrectes.

Gràcies Ramona

Ramona, come closer

Shut softly your watery eyes

The pangs of your sadness

Will pass as your senses will rise

For the flowers of the city

Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes

And there's no use in tryin'

To deal with the dyin'

Though I cannot explain that in lines

Your cracked country lips

I still wish to kiss

As to be under the strength of your skin

Your magnetic movements

Still capture the minutes I'm in

But it grieves my heart, love

To see you tryin' to be a part of

A world that just don't exist

It's all just a dream, babe

A vacuum, a scheme, babe

That sucks you into feelin' like this

I can see that your head

Has been twisted and fed

With worthless foam from the mouth

I can tell you are torn

Between stayin' and returnin'

Back to the South

You've been fooled into thinking

That the finishin' end is at hand

Yet there's no one to beat you

No one t' defeat you

'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

I've heard you say many times

That you're better than no one

And no one is better than you

If you really believe that

You know you have

Nothing to win and nothing to lose

From fixtures and forces and friends

Your sorrow does stem

That hype you and type you

Making you feel

That you gotta be exactly like them

I'd forever talk to you

But soon my words

Would turn into a meaningless ring

For deep in my heart

I know there is no help I can bring

Everything passes

Everything changes

Just do what you think you should do

And someday maybe

Who knows, baby

I'll come and be cryin' to you