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)

lunes, 2 de mayo de 2011

Jackson Browne - These Days



Well I’ve been out walking
I don’t do that much talking these days
These days--
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
For you
And all the times I had the chance to

And I had a lover
It’s so hard to risk another these days
These days--
Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life I have made in song
Well it’s just that I’ve been losing so long

I’ll keep on moving
Things are bound to be improving these days
These days--
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
Don’t confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them

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