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Mi alma
Mi alma
Mi alma
Mi alma
M'alma
M'alma
M'alma
Malma
Malma
Malma
Malm
Malm
Malm
Malm
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פסלים

* עשיתי פסל של השמיים
  but I ran out of sky.




*"eh-si-ti peh-sehl shel ha-shah-mime"
"I made a statue of the sky"

head first

I have flipped over the open sky
and fallen through the ground
further and further
deeper into the earth
just waiting to hit open air
again.

distance

Murky Skyline,
driving into your...beautiful eyes.
Time stops pa...ssing me by
as long as I stay...straight
on
course.

Murky Skyline,
I figured it's a...bout time
to run back with my...arms so wide
and take you
all
in.

(-90)

"He ended up by making friends out of the women he had loved, accomplices in a special contemplation of the world around. The women started out by adoring him (they really whadored him), admiring him (a whunlimited whadmiration), then something would make them suspect the void, they would jump back, and he would make their flight easy for them, he would open the door so that they could go play on the other side. On two occasions he had been at the point of feeling pity and letting them keep the illusion that they understood him, but something told him that his pity was not genuine, it was more a cheap trick of his selfishness and his laziness and his habits. "Pity is being auctioned off," Oliveira would say to himself and let them go; he quickly forgot about them."

-Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch

Promises

I will never again-
forever and-

'

Al fin y al cabo,

todo que yo te he dado

se me cayó de mi' mano'

y goteó de mi' labio',

y no he anticipado

nada que me ha pasado,

pero aquí atrapado

vivo mi' último' año'

apagándome atado.

$

For now I just feed my friends

dollar signs,

And they're satisfied.

And infinite in the reflections in my eyes

Two mirrors

Six of me

All assholes.

just just

just don't let these trees

be the last things I see.

curtain call

A Red Curtain surrounds the pond,

Who decided to turn the lights out?

That it was time for the curtain to drop?

Red red ring,

and what does it bring?

A lot of nothing,

emptiness

and waiting.

Warm water dark,

enclosed in a decisive circle-

To become black with only lights from the one moon and few stars.

More lights picked out of the sky

one by one

night by night

until the only ones left are too dim

and hide everything from

sight.

Dark red ring getting darker.

Inverted curtain

containing failed creations

with love already spent

and trashed,

rotting on the ground

to wait until curtain call.

observationssobretodo

Sunsetssofuckingslow

Cricketsaresupposedtosurge-notblend

Misputosojosyasecruzan

fuckfuckfuck

carajojoder.

Whydoestheslidermakeshapes?

gone again

One hour is Washington

and then is Oregon

and then back in

(siempre, carajo, siempre)

Repitiéndome como si no fuera más para hacer

que el mismo otra vez y otra vez y

Cars are miles for miles for miles are miles

-And then is nothing.

Dirt and hills are forever and ever and

Cars no longer, ground into pavement is a piece of every puto tire- no respect

Telephone poles are also forever

and their wires hum a melody across the country,

a harmony I'm singing, in and out of tune,

with every hill & trees & everything that you can see

y al fin y al cabo, si aún estás conmi-

go, deseo que veas, que veas, (ojalá) tú veas to-

do.

Foreign to these lands (and to everywhere again)

Sólo necesito una mano (¡sólo una!), ¿y me la des?

God, fucking soltero y todo vuelve otra vez

a nuevo si (oh, tal vez) me la des,

y te doy todo que quieras otra vez y otra vez.

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"How many more of these do I have left in me?"

". . ."

¿Adónde?

(*),אני רוצה ללכת לשם

Adónde mis sueños (ojalá) vivan.

But when I arrive to another empty skyline,

I'll just worry about where my time's gone.

*anee rotseh leh-lehcheht leh-shahm.

("I want to go there")

la cuestión

Why, oh why,

with so many god damned stars in the sky

must my sharp eyes

pick out the same ones, night after night?

- - - -

The bass in itself religious.

- - -

Life is a ceiling fan.

dark

Star light,

star bright,

wishing stars out

left and right.

Wish I might,

but not tonight.

Turn out

every

fucking

light.

a dream

watching couples on the beach,

wishing one of them was me.

my lover stands

on golden sands

on some uncharted island,

dying of thirst and disease.

so free me,

oh beautiful sea,

wrap your salty arms around me

and place me back into my body

when you're bored

and ready to drop me.

Estallar

Constant hum of car alarms

hum hum hum

humming in my ears-

their/our ears.

hmm hmm hmm hmm

Estallan las bombas,

estallan los oídos.

Look look look look

left,

right,

left.

Look look look look

car theft- car theft.

Mis objetos de valor-

robados,

robados.

Mi querido robador-

oculta'o,

oculta'o.

Enfocábamos en las bombas,

bombitas-

Distracciones grandes

pa' mantenernos felices.

- -

Calm. Be-fore-storm-calm. Be-fore-storm-

calm. Be-fore-storm-

calm. Be-fore-

storm-calm.

Be-fore-

storm-

calm.

Querido Juan

Y en la almohada, estoy seguro que descubrió una cartita que yo le había dejado, diciendo:

"Querido Juan,

Hay otro hombre

y lo veo en el espejo cada día."

almitas viejas

"Ya nos dejas cantando

en la plazuela,

¡arroyo claro,

fuente serena!"

-Federico García Lorca, Balada de la placeta

Uy, cómo envejecemos.

Simple

The wind in the trees,

The breath of God upon me.

Where are you now, Lord?

or

Wind in trees,

His breath upon me.

Where art thou?

a verde

Words can't describe,

but I might as well try.

News anchors jerking my emotions;

a killer, a hero, a death, a saint.

Predicting sunny skies with a

Pathetic hope in their eyes-

Trying to shake off the weight of their own days.

Rojo a verde rojo a verde

a rojo a verde.

Sliding silent por la calle-

Traffic lights cooperating, like,

"Ayúdame... please"

Ohhhh, just clouds (more clouds) rolling in.

And when will we breathe again-

at least,

Breathe air not soaked in last night's rain

-Goddam drowning in clouds.

Ohhhh, just night pulling back- or creeping up?

"I don't know what I am."

To is or not be is?

Clouds on clouds on clouds on

me jodes- car makes another sound

-slick roads and wild eyes in the trees

-God help me

-Please?

-Oh, please.

Little Boxes

Suburban Dreams

Crushed by the Capitalist Creed/

Curse of

"Want

Want

Want."

Paradise

And I heard that heaven was in my mind but I've seen all that before- don't wanna go back- don't make me go back.

If heaven is inside me then hell is paradise- let every natural disaster pass through me as if I had no other choice

but to lay in the road while trucks run over my ears and make me hear the sweet melody of their fears

como si mi mente fuera lo mejor and all others were the worst, like it's not so bad in there,

in heaven,

on earth.

But if my heaven is on earth then when do I finally get to leave- is there a heaven after heaven like it's all god could conceive

is more heavens and more heavens and built them higher higher high until they touched the roofed up universe and filled up the night sky

with the wishes and desires of a forgotten group of souls left solo and abandoned and just waiting

just waiting

just waiting

for a new place to call home.

Lovesick, pero no amo a nadie

Oh, tiene los ojos

más bellos que cualquier otro.

Y brillan cada vez

que me miran.

Pero espera,

¿Dónde está?

Oh, she's got a look

that could light up the sky

and take me flying along the side

of all the dreams I ever cast aside.

But wait,

Where is she?

Y cada noche, le oigo a su voz,

flotando en mis oídos

como si fuera la única cosa

que yo he querido oir

por mi vida entera.

Pero espera,

¿Dónde estás?

And every time she cradles me in her arms,

I hear her heart beat like the rhythm of the song

I've been writing for years and years.

But wait,

Where are you?

Y yo he aprendido cómo no esperar,

y cómo no desear,

pero dónde, ¿dónde,

si no estás aquí?

Eh

Gonna look back, yeah, and ask,

"Por qué tú estabas solo?"

Gonna look back, yeah, and wish,

"Por qué no hiciste todo?"

Jazz

Blue, neon signs, flashing by like

a too-quick cop car.

Sirens blasting like trumpets

of the sweetest jazz and blues

you've ever heard.

Night rain brushes the windows.

We stop to think:

What's next?

¿Qué hora es?

I figured out why the year passed by so fast.

Oh, qué vida, sin tiempo para hacer nada.

Stayed up late wasting time

and slept through every day.

The grass is green again, but where did the snow go?

Oh, qué vida, sin tiempo para ver nada.

Set

Sky-

still canvas-

not so still silhouettes

sticking out-

sharp.

Senses

Rain was soft, like a blanket

smelling of pavement and concrete-

excreting the heat

from before the wretched, cool drops

had fallen into their cracks.

תן לי עט, בבקשה, יקיר. יש לי רעיון (Give me a pen, please, Darling. I have an idea.)

"You can't make it on merit, not on merit and merit alone"

-Titus Andronicus, A Pot in Which to Piss

Most have had others decide how far their merit can actually take them. There is always and will always be someone above you telling you how far you are allowed to go, regardless of how far you know that you can go. The idea that we have all earned what we have achieved (or have achieved what we have earned) is American Dream propaganda spread by the Capitalist Corporations that thrive off of the hard work and capitalistic-optimism of the don't-know-better-workers.

What we need is a revolution.

What we need is a society in which Meritocracy actually exists.

A society in which the color of your skin does not define the level to which you will rise.

A society in which your gender doesn't give you immediate managerial power over others of a "less-masculine" type.

A society in which I could be straight, bi, gay, asexual, pansexual, etc. and not be expected to work any differently.

We must personally rearrange society in a way that gives everyone an automatic incentive to work without dangling wages in front of their faces.

We need equality.

We need to believe in the ability of ourselves AND the ability of others.

-In the full potential that each and every human being contains.

We need to stop bowing down to money, and the faces that have attached themselves to money- to richness.

-to the transnational corporations that build and build, Paying to have Presidents elected to represent their business interests and not a human interest.

-To the rich who only think that their money has power against us.

-Our spirit is stronger than any sell-out, capitalist fraud who sold their spirit for a few shares in the stock market.

The goal- to work with each other

-to work for each other

Whether this be in our jobs, our schools and universities, our households, or our social groups, we need equality to shine through to each and every piece of society so that maybe, just maybe, all of the garbage they have spoon fed us about the American Dream can come true.

With your hands up!

Scream it from the rooftops!

¡Grítalo de cualquier lugar que puede!
The American Dream has died!

Been killed!

¡Ha muerto con la esperanza de la gente!

And they had you

(had me)

believin'

that I could do any

goddamn thing that I wanted.

That I could live any

goddamn place that I wanted.

That I could die with any

goddamn job that I wanted.

And they had you

(had me)

believin'

That when I worked hard,

I advanced

(and that I advanced when I worked hard)

That you could too!

But we know the truth

And have brought America's dream

out of the shadows

with her hands up!

To look the crowd in the eyes

-Take its final breath!

Recurring

Rose thorn

ripped a hole in my

new gloves

Una decepción

If not to myself,

then to someone else

Cerrado con llave

Yo me he cerrado

en una caja, mantenido por

chains, chains,

locks, keys,

chains,

more, more,

and one final llave

que ya no funciona.

Ayúdame.

Gracias,

-דניאל

Puta garganta

Set off!

On an adventure

(Journey!)

Of words and phrases,

New vocabulary and old colloquialisms.

But my old, rusty ship (podrido barco)

Hit the sand bar

And my crew proved itself mutinous,

And now my words (putas palabras)

have turned themselves against me (like some goddamn magic spell)

And hold me violently by the throat (stuck in mi puta garganta).

So at this point,

They control me more than I them.

Ruidoso

Silencio tan profundo

que no hay opción más

que acostarme

y esperar que

los ruidos en la noche

no me van molestar,

no me van a asustar,

no me van a herir,

y no me van a decir

todo lo que usted piensa

cuando me mires sin sonrisa.

O lo que sea

Abren y respiran,

Los poros en la cara,

El aire limpio

Por primera vez.

Y ahora, estamos fingiendo

que algo ha cambiado.

Por toda mi vida,

Cada cosa que he querido

Se me ha caído de mis manos

Y se me ha roto en el suelo.

(Figuratively or not so)

Cuanto más que yo lucha,

Cuanto más que yo pierda.

Cuanto más que nos callarán,

Cuanto más que les daremos.

This is- to never give in.

America is:

Competition vs. Compassion

Your health as a private enterprise.

The many subjugating the few.

Being born into your rights.

The hatred of difference.

The promise of a feeling of inadequacy.

The promise of a lack of fulfillment.

Y aquí es donde el "Sueño Americano"

ha llegado a morir.

America taught me:

That I am better than others

but worse than most.

That my problems matter

and that others' don't.

That equality is based on

material wealth

And fuck all of those

without money for good health.

Circles

An expected sun falls

on the same horizon

that held the first man,

and soon,

the last.

Time, in its rotation,

has forgotten me.

And so I,

being of sound mind and body,

allow myself to be lost

within its grid.

...And (pt. ?)

And there is always,

and has always been,

some chaotic dream

of Spring in my head.