Meme, update on kittens and life...
So, first, I saw this poetry meme going around, and I wouldn't let it pass without posting some on one of my favorite poets: Mario Benedetti.
But I couldn't pick just one poem, so you'll get two, very different poems; a love poem and a politic one.
No te salves (Don´t Save Yourself)
No te quedes inmóvil
al borde del camino
no congeles el júbilo
no quieras con desgana
no te salves ahora
ni nunca
no te salves
no te llenes de calma
no reserves del mundo
sólo un rincón tranquilo
no dejes caer los párpados
pesados como juicios
no te quedes sin labios
no te duermas sin sueño
no te pienses sin sangre
no te juzgues sin tiempo
pero si
pese a todo
no puedes evitarlo
y congelas el júbilo
y quieres con desgana
y te salvas ahora
y te llenas de calma
y reservas del mundo
sólo un rincón tranquilo
y dejas caer los párpados
pesados como juicios
y te secas sin labios
y te duermes sin sueño
y te piensas sin sangre
y te juzgas sin tiempo
y te quedas inmóvil
al borde del camino
y te salvas
entonces
no te quedes conmigo.
Don't save yourself
Don't Save yourself,
Don´t be immobile
On the edge of the road,
Don't freeze the joy,
Don't love with reluctance,
Don't save yourself now
or ever,
Don't save yourself,
Don't fill with calm,
Don't reserve of the world
Just a calm place,
Don't let fall your lids
Heavy as trials,
Don´t speak without lips,
Don't fall asleep without sleepiness,
Don't think of you without blood,
Don't judge yourself without time.
But if in spite of everything
You cannot avoid it
And you freeze the joy,
And you love with reluctance,
And you save yourself now,
And you full with calm,
And you reserve of the world
Just a calm place,
And you let fall your lids
Heavy as trials,
And you speak without lips,
And you fall asleep without sleepiness,
And you think yourself without blood,
And you judge yourself without time,
And you are immobile
On the edge of the road,
And you save yourself,
Then
Don't stay with me.
And then, there is Hombre Preso que mira a su hijo (Prisioner man who looks up to his son
Hombre preso que mira a su hijo
al "viejo" hache
Cuando era como vos me enseñaron los viejos
y también las maestras bondadosas y miopes
que libertad o muerte era una redundancia
a quién se le ocurría en un país
donde los presidentes andaban sin capangas
que la patria o la tumba era otro pleonasmo
ya que la patria funcionaba bien
en las canchas y en los pastoreos
realmente botija no sabian un corno
pobrecitos creían que libertad
era tan sólo una palabra aguda
que muerte era tan sólo grave o llana
y cárceles por suerte una palabra esdrújula
olvidaban poner el acento en el hombre
la culpa no era exactamente de ellos
sino de otros más duros y siniestros
y éstos sí
cómo nos ensartaron
con la limpia república verbal
cómo idealizaron
la vidurria de vacas y estancieros
y cómo nos vendieron un ejército
que tomaba su mate en los cuarteles
uno no siempre hace lo que quiere
uno no siempre puede
por eso estoy aquí
mirándote y echándote
de menos
por eso es que no puedo despeinarte el jopo
ni ayudarte con la tabla del nueve
ni acribillarte a pelotazos
vos sabés que tuve que elegir otros juegos
y que los jugué en serio
y jugué por ejemplo a los ladrones
y los ladrones eran policías
y jugué por ejemplo a la escondida
y si te descubrían te mataban
y jugué a la mancha
y era de sangre
botija aunque tengas pocos años
creo que hay que decirte la verdad
para que no la olvides
por eso no te oculto que me dieron picana
que casi me revientan los riñones
todas estas llagas hinchazones y heridas
que tus ojos redondos
miran hipnotizados
son durísimos golpes
son botas en la cara
demasiado dolor para que te lo oculte
demasiado suplicio para que se me borre
pero también es bueno que conozcas
que tu viejo calló
o puteó como un loco
que es una linda forma de callar
que tu viejo olvidó todos los números
(por eso no podría ayudarte en las tablas)
y por lo tanto todos los teléfonos
y las calles y el color de los ojos
y los cabellos y las cicatrices
y en qué esquina
en qué bar
qué parada
qué casa
y acordarse de vos
de tu carita
lo ayudaba a callar
una cosa es morirse de dolor
y otra cosas morirse de verguenza
por eso ahora
me podés preguntar
y sobre todo
puedo yo responder
uno no siempre hace lo que quiere
pero tiene el derecho de no hacer
lo que no quiere
llorá nomás botija
son macanas
que los hombres no lloran
aquí lloramos todos
gritamos berreamos moqueamos chillamos
maldecimos
porque es mejor llorar que traicionar
porque es mejor llorar que traicionarse
llorá
pero no olvides
Prisioner man who looks up to his son
When I was like you the old taught me
and also caring and myopic teachers
that freedom or death was a redundancy
who would ever happen in a country
where presidents walked without gunman;
homeland or tomb was another pleonasm
as the country worked well
on the sportfields and pastures
really, kiddo, they did not know a fuck
poor liitle things, they believed that freedom
was just a sharp word
that death was grave or just plain
and jails by luck a proparoxytone
forgot to put the accent in man
Blame was not really on them
but other harder and sinisters
and they do
how they string us together
with the clean verbal republic
how idealized
the cows and ranchers bonanza
and how they sold us an army
who took their mates in barracks
one does not always do what they want
one can not always
that's why I'm here
watching you and missing you
so much
that's why I can not tousle your broomrape
or help you with maths
nor pump you full of balls
You know that I had to choose other games
and that I played them seriously
and played by such thieves
and the robbers were police
and played for example to the hidden
and if you were found out they would kill you
and played on the spot
and it was blood
Kiddo, even if you have few years
I think we should tell you the truth
so you do not forget
that's why do not hid from you they gave me electric shocks
that almost burst my kidneys
all these swellings and sores, all these injuries
your round eyes
look at, hypnotized
are extremely hard knocks,
are boots on the face.
too much pain to hide it from you
too much torture for me to delete
but it's also good you to know
your old man keep himself silent
or insult them as a madman
which is a nice way to shut up.
your old man forget all numbers
(that's why I could not help you with maths)
and therefore all phones
and streets and eye color
and hair and scars
and what corner
what bar
what bus stop
what house
and remember you,
your face,
helped me to keep myself silent
One thing is to die of pain
and other thing is to die of shame
so now
You can ask me
and chiefly
I can answer
one does not always do what they want
but has the right to not to do
what he doesn't want
Just cry, kiddo
they are all fibs
that men do not cry
here we all cried
we shouted screamed sniffling watercress
curse
because it is better to cry that betrayal
because it is better to cry that betray yourself
Do cry
but don't forget
We also have this YouTube video, where he reads one of his poems: Defender La Alegría (In Defense of Joy
Yes, you can safely bet I love his writing ♥
Now, it's kittens time!!!! \o/
So, you remember those two frightened little kittens I adopted some days ago, don't you? And how worried I was about they don't getting well with Shadow? Well... let's just say it was a senseless concern *eye-rolls*
Apparently, they decided Shadow is their mom. And she is happy to oblige *laughs* She keeps washing them (and believe me, even as she's a small dog, her tongue is greater than them!), and they call her when find themselves in troubles, which is quite often. They are really, really good at climbing up, but no so good at going down *laughs*
So everything is ok at Mason birggitt XD
And, as they are staying, I kinda choose names for them. I'm pretty sure both of them are female, but just in case, I choose both a female and a male name for both until I take them to the Vet. There is one, dark grey and white, with a balck heart on his/her chest. No, really, s/he have it. So, s/he'll be either Baal or Kali. The other one is white with some light grey spots, and it's a fighter and strategist, so if a he, he'll be Methos, and if a she, Cassandra.
Also, I have been wanting to post a link to my son's girlfriend Flickr, as she's a really good artist: photography, painting and manips, she really does it well. You should see their home :)
Some of my favorite manips are just under this pretty, pretty cut
And yes, it is my son in the last one *iz proud*
Now, I begin this post when I was still at home, now, I'm about to left work. Yes, it took me a little bit *headdesk*
Anyway, how's your week, so far?
But I couldn't pick just one poem, so you'll get two, very different poems; a love poem and a politic one.
No te salves (Don´t Save Yourself)
No te quedes inmóvil
al borde del camino
no congeles el júbilo
no quieras con desgana
no te salves ahora
ni nunca
no te salves
no te llenes de calma
no reserves del mundo
sólo un rincón tranquilo
no dejes caer los párpados
pesados como juicios
no te quedes sin labios
no te duermas sin sueño
no te pienses sin sangre
no te juzgues sin tiempo
pero si
pese a todo
no puedes evitarlo
y congelas el júbilo
y quieres con desgana
y te salvas ahora
y te llenas de calma
y reservas del mundo
sólo un rincón tranquilo
y dejas caer los párpados
pesados como juicios
y te secas sin labios
y te duermes sin sueño
y te piensas sin sangre
y te juzgas sin tiempo
y te quedas inmóvil
al borde del camino
y te salvas
entonces
no te quedes conmigo.
Don't save yourself
Don't Save yourself,
Don´t be immobile
On the edge of the road,
Don't freeze the joy,
Don't love with reluctance,
Don't save yourself now
or ever,
Don't save yourself,
Don't fill with calm,
Don't reserve of the world
Just a calm place,
Don't let fall your lids
Heavy as trials,
Don´t speak without lips,
Don't fall asleep without sleepiness,
Don't think of you without blood,
Don't judge yourself without time.
But if in spite of everything
You cannot avoid it
And you freeze the joy,
And you love with reluctance,
And you save yourself now,
And you full with calm,
And you reserve of the world
Just a calm place,
And you let fall your lids
Heavy as trials,
And you speak without lips,
And you fall asleep without sleepiness,
And you think yourself without blood,
And you judge yourself without time,
And you are immobile
On the edge of the road,
And you save yourself,
Then
Don't stay with me.
And then, there is Hombre Preso que mira a su hijo (Prisioner man who looks up to his son
Hombre preso que mira a su hijo
al "viejo" hache
Cuando era como vos me enseñaron los viejos
y también las maestras bondadosas y miopes
que libertad o muerte era una redundancia
a quién se le ocurría en un país
donde los presidentes andaban sin capangas
que la patria o la tumba era otro pleonasmo
ya que la patria funcionaba bien
en las canchas y en los pastoreos
realmente botija no sabian un corno
pobrecitos creían que libertad
era tan sólo una palabra aguda
que muerte era tan sólo grave o llana
y cárceles por suerte una palabra esdrújula
olvidaban poner el acento en el hombre
la culpa no era exactamente de ellos
sino de otros más duros y siniestros
y éstos sí
cómo nos ensartaron
con la limpia república verbal
cómo idealizaron
la vidurria de vacas y estancieros
y cómo nos vendieron un ejército
que tomaba su mate en los cuarteles
uno no siempre hace lo que quiere
uno no siempre puede
por eso estoy aquí
mirándote y echándote
de menos
por eso es que no puedo despeinarte el jopo
ni ayudarte con la tabla del nueve
ni acribillarte a pelotazos
vos sabés que tuve que elegir otros juegos
y que los jugué en serio
y jugué por ejemplo a los ladrones
y los ladrones eran policías
y jugué por ejemplo a la escondida
y si te descubrían te mataban
y jugué a la mancha
y era de sangre
botija aunque tengas pocos años
creo que hay que decirte la verdad
para que no la olvides
por eso no te oculto que me dieron picana
que casi me revientan los riñones
todas estas llagas hinchazones y heridas
que tus ojos redondos
miran hipnotizados
son durísimos golpes
son botas en la cara
demasiado dolor para que te lo oculte
demasiado suplicio para que se me borre
pero también es bueno que conozcas
que tu viejo calló
o puteó como un loco
que es una linda forma de callar
que tu viejo olvidó todos los números
(por eso no podría ayudarte en las tablas)
y por lo tanto todos los teléfonos
y las calles y el color de los ojos
y los cabellos y las cicatrices
y en qué esquina
en qué bar
qué parada
qué casa
y acordarse de vos
de tu carita
lo ayudaba a callar
una cosa es morirse de dolor
y otra cosas morirse de verguenza
por eso ahora
me podés preguntar
y sobre todo
puedo yo responder
uno no siempre hace lo que quiere
pero tiene el derecho de no hacer
lo que no quiere
llorá nomás botija
son macanas
que los hombres no lloran
aquí lloramos todos
gritamos berreamos moqueamos chillamos
maldecimos
porque es mejor llorar que traicionar
porque es mejor llorar que traicionarse
llorá
pero no olvides
Prisioner man who looks up to his son
When I was like you the old taught me
and also caring and myopic teachers
that freedom or death was a redundancy
who would ever happen in a country
where presidents walked without gunman;
homeland or tomb was another pleonasm
as the country worked well
on the sportfields and pastures
really, kiddo, they did not know a fuck
poor liitle things, they believed that freedom
was just a sharp word
that death was grave or just plain
and jails by luck a proparoxytone
forgot to put the accent in man
Blame was not really on them
but other harder and sinisters
and they do
how they string us together
with the clean verbal republic
how idealized
the cows and ranchers bonanza
and how they sold us an army
who took their mates in barracks
one does not always do what they want
one can not always
that's why I'm here
watching you and missing you
so much
that's why I can not tousle your broomrape
or help you with maths
nor pump you full of balls
You know that I had to choose other games
and that I played them seriously
and played by such thieves
and the robbers were police
and played for example to the hidden
and if you were found out they would kill you
and played on the spot
and it was blood
Kiddo, even if you have few years
I think we should tell you the truth
so you do not forget
that's why do not hid from you they gave me electric shocks
that almost burst my kidneys
all these swellings and sores, all these injuries
your round eyes
look at, hypnotized
are extremely hard knocks,
are boots on the face.
too much pain to hide it from you
too much torture for me to delete
but it's also good you to know
your old man keep himself silent
or insult them as a madman
which is a nice way to shut up.
your old man forget all numbers
(that's why I could not help you with maths)
and therefore all phones
and streets and eye color
and hair and scars
and what corner
what bar
what bus stop
what house
and remember you,
your face,
helped me to keep myself silent
One thing is to die of pain
and other thing is to die of shame
so now
You can ask me
and chiefly
I can answer
one does not always do what they want
but has the right to not to do
what he doesn't want
Just cry, kiddo
they are all fibs
that men do not cry
here we all cried
we shouted screamed sniffling watercress
curse
because it is better to cry that betrayal
because it is better to cry that betray yourself
Do cry
but don't forget
We also have this YouTube video, where he reads one of his poems: Defender La Alegría (In Defense of Joy
Click to viewYes, you can safely bet I love his writing ♥
Now, it's kittens time!!!! \o/
So, you remember those two frightened little kittens I adopted some days ago, don't you? And how worried I was about they don't getting well with Shadow? Well... let's just say it was a senseless concern *eye-rolls*
Apparently, they decided Shadow is their mom. And she is happy to oblige *laughs* She keeps washing them (and believe me, even as she's a small dog, her tongue is greater than them!), and they call her when find themselves in troubles, which is quite often. They are really, really good at climbing up, but no so good at going down *laughs*
So everything is ok at Mason birggitt XD
And, as they are staying, I kinda choose names for them. I'm pretty sure both of them are female, but just in case, I choose both a female and a male name for both until I take them to the Vet. There is one, dark grey and white, with a balck heart on his/her chest. No, really, s/he have it. So, s/he'll be either Baal or Kali. The other one is white with some light grey spots, and it's a fighter and strategist, so if a he, he'll be Methos, and if a she, Cassandra.
Also, I have been wanting to post a link to my son's girlfriend Flickr, as she's a really good artist: photography, painting and manips, she really does it well. You should see their home :)
Some of my favorite manips are just under this pretty, pretty cut
And yes, it is my son in the last one *iz proud*
Now, I begin this post when I was still at home, now, I'm about to left work. Yes, it took me a little bit *headdesk*
Anyway, how's your week, so far?