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lyrics
(Spanish)
¿Puede la parálisis transformar a una persona en cosa?
Siento que estoy cerca de manantiales, piscinas,
cascadas, estanques negros
Y yo, ¡yo!, salvaje al fin y al fin libre de los días secos de hoy
avanzo y retrocedo dentro de mis fronteras
detrás de una tímida fachada de indiferencia
Realizo rituales de sol en cuevas cuadradas de alta montaña
intocable porque prohibida
olvidada
extraviada
¡seca!
sin mirar a arriba
Morgen, ¿alguna vez has mirado hacia arriba?
Sólo puedo oírme a mí misma en el eco repetido porque mi voz se confunde con la mía
nuestras auras se solapan
Veo la luminosidad como un reflejo
sin historia, sin hechos
Y lo que oímos y llamamos silencio
es la respiración continua del mundo
Alcanzo la simplicidad con gran esfuerzo
como también hago un gran esfuerzo para no tener los peores de los sentimientos
¡que nada vale la pena!
Un día decidí mirar hacia arriba
y mi cuello se rompió como se rompe el marmol
y cada partícula esparcida por el suelo gritaba
los recuerdos de lo visto
Lo he visto todo
he visto tus historias
la panspermia
Me han secado, compactado, comprimido
recogido
una cosa seca en miles y miles de trillones de granos de arena que sólo pueden ver de noche
delimitada, esbozada
inmersa
en una bolsa negra de plasma
la oscuridad
encantada,
mi caldo cultural,
que tú
aún intentas comprender
Ten cuidado por dónde tiras mis partículas
porque...
seguirán gritando
allá donde me mezcle
Yo miro al universo y a ti
Yo miro
al universo y a ti
Lo he visto todo
he visto tus historias
la panspermia
cómo una molécula dijo ¡sí! a otra
en tu borde
¿Por qué dejaste de intentarlo?
¿fue decepcionante descubrir que mi piel no era azul?
tú y tus ficciones
convirtiéndome en oro para tus amantes
azul para los perdidos
Soy pura superficie
(sólo) para ti
mientras
que intento
ininterrumpidamente hablar contigo
arriesgando una desconexión
soy inalcanzable por lo que he llegado a saber
Puedo... preguntar...
¿Puede la parálisis transformar a una persona en una cosa?
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(English)
Can paralysis transform a person into a thing?
I sense that I am near springs, pools and waterfalls, black ponds
And I, I savage at last and at last free of the dry days of today:
I trot forward and backward within my frontiers.
behind a coy facade of nonchalance
I carry out sun rituals inside squared caves in high mountains.
But I am also taboo for myself
untouchable
because
forbidden.
forgotten
lost
dried out
not looking up
Morgen
do you ever look up?
I can only hear myself in the repeated echo because my voice initially gets confused with myself
our auras overlap
I see luminosity as a reflection
without story
without facts
And what we hear and call silence
is the world's continual breathing
I achieve simplicity with great effort
as
I make a great effort not to have the worst of feelings:
that nothing is worthwhile
One day I decided to look up
and my neck broke like marble breaks
and each particle spread on the floor
kept screaming
the
memories
of what I’ve watched
I’ve seen it all
I’ve seen your histories
the panspermie
I’ve been dried out
compressed
compacted
contained
a dry thing in thousands and thousands of trillions of grains of sand that can only see at night.
defined
outlined
Immersed
in a black caul of plasma
the darkness
enchanted,
my cultural broth,
that you
are
still trying to attain
be careful where throw my particles
cause they’ll keep screaming
now matter where or how you morph me
I make no decisions
From my rigid bore-dome
I watch,
the universe and you
the universe and you
I’ve seen it all
I’ve seen your histories
the panspermie
how a molecule said yes to another one
At the edge of your skin
why did you stop trying?
was it disappointing to discover that my skin wasn’t blue?
you and your fictions
turning me gold for your lovers
blue for the blues
I’m pure surface
(only)
to you
while I
am
continuously
speaking to you
risking disconnection
I am subterraneously unattainable because of what I happen to know
may I ask…
Can paralysis transform a person into a thing?
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