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Massimo Palme - L'anima dell'acciaio ovvero la necessità del caso

Domingo, Barcelona se llena de guiris, el calor y la humedad se hacen insostenibles. Mirar películas parece la salvación, aunque no pueda ganar los recuerdos que me hacen vibrar. Así empieza esto, con un recorrido en el pasado, un largo recorrido que espero tramite emociones a los que quieran entrar dispuestos a tocar la intimidad. Antigua poesía para recorrer tiempos-espacios, para llenar esos vacíos. Recuerdo mi primer poema, han pasado 16 años, entonces tenía justo 16. Así que estoy a medio camino. ¿Quién no robó un libro en su vida? ¿Da alguna forma, la que sea? Lo que robé yo me marcó para siempre. Abrirlo ahora es mezclar demasiado, es tan fuerte el pasado que se apadrona de mí que solo puedo escuchar, y con esfuerzo, transcribir. They flutter behind you your possible pasts Some brighteyed and crazy some frightened and lost A warning to anyone still in command Of their possible future to take care In derelict sidings the poppies entwine With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time Do you remember me? How we used to be? Do you think we should be closer? She stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs Stepping up blodly one put out his hand He said, "I was just a child then now I'm only a man" Do you remember me? How we used to be? Do you think we should be closer? By the cold and religious we were taken in hand Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay And strung out behind us the banners and flags Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags Do you remember me? How we used to be? Do you think we should be closer? Pink Floyd - Your Possible Pasts