loose translations
La noche yegua cansada
sobre los bancos tremola
la crin y negra la cola;
y en su silencio se pasma
tu corazon de fantasma
mata de anima sola
...........
Today is a little bit cold, and a little bit lonely. I wanted to be at school; I wanted to eat lunch (Mexican day!) and talk to people and feel part of something, feel connected to something, but I had no money and didn't want to borrow any and wasn't really sure I could manage it anyway.
(You know, the whole giving, revealing, sharing, shedding, opening thing.)
In class (Nature of Narrative) I had one of those beginning-of-realizations and then had to tell everyone, and I sort of wanted to but sort of wasn't done saying it in my head to myself, so afterwards I felt kind of shaky and afraid and like I either had to talk about it with somone or just be alone.
(I'm alone.)
Black mare, mane of night, cover the banks of empty sea and astound yourself in your silence--you, phantom heart, lonely soul.
sobre los bancos tremola
la crin y negra la cola;
y en su silencio se pasma
tu corazon de fantasma
mata de anima sola
...........
Today is a little bit cold, and a little bit lonely. I wanted to be at school; I wanted to eat lunch (Mexican day!) and talk to people and feel part of something, feel connected to something, but I had no money and didn't want to borrow any and wasn't really sure I could manage it anyway.
(You know, the whole giving, revealing, sharing, shedding, opening thing.)
In class (Nature of Narrative) I had one of those beginning-of-realizations and then had to tell everyone, and I sort of wanted to but sort of wasn't done saying it in my head to myself, so afterwards I felt kind of shaky and afraid and like I either had to talk about it with somone or just be alone.
(I'm alone.)
Black mare, mane of night, cover the banks of empty sea and astound yourself in your silence--you, phantom heart, lonely soul.