He heredado un nogal sobre la tumba de los reyes (2019)

Basilio Sánchez (XXXI Premio Loewe)
Colección Visor de Poesía.
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No he paseado nunca con mi herida
por ninguno de los jardines que conozco.

La herida es el eclipse que revoca la luz,
la herida es la distancia
que nos convierte en extranjeros.

En el dolor no hay pájaros,
sólo dioses hablando con los dioses.


Casa

Casa
Casa (Foto, Berna)

jueves, 19 de marzo de 2009

Bessie Smith (1894-1937)



Nobody Knows You When You're Down And Out
(1929)

Once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spending my money, I didn't care
I carried my friends out for a good time
Bying bootleg liquor, champagne and wine

Then I began to fall so low
I didn't have a friend, and no place to go
So if I ever get my hand on a dollar again
I'm gonna hold on to it till them eagle's green

Nobody knows you when you down and out
In my pocket not one penny
And my friends I haven't any
But If I ever get on my feet again
Then I'll meet my long lost friend
It's mighty strange, without a doubt
Nobody knows you when you down and out
I mean when you down and out

Mmmmmmmm.... when you're down and out
Mmmmmmmm... not one penny
And my friends I haven't any
Mmmmmmmm... Well I felt so low
Nobody wants me round their door
Mmmmmmmm... Without a doubt,
No man can use you wen you down and out
I mean when you down and out

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