miércoles, 2 de julio de 2014

Spinning Away

                                                                                                       Eno and Cale: dando vueltas.

Era una noche oscura, muy negra. Con mi pincel intenté trazar una línea para ver el horizonte. El mundo giraba mientras las estrellas contemplaban su desorden natural. Así comprendí que casi nada se sujeta.

Javier Mateos
Up on a hill, as the day dissolves
With my pencil turning moments into line
High above in the violet sky
A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain
One by one, all the stars appear
As the great winds of the planet spiral in
Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles
In the million insect storm, the constellations form
On a hill, under a raven sky
I have no idea exactly what I've drawn
Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away
With every single line moving further out in time
And now as the pale moon rides (in the stars)
Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars)
And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars)
I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars)
There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars)
I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars)
And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars)
I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars)


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