El Naufragi del Golea

Francisco Gutiérrez. Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point
Of wiew
Tangled up in blue
Bob Dylan		 uf!!!

Horse Latitudes

golea | 10 Juny, 2005



When the still sea conspires in armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the fist animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over

Quan la mar immòbil conspira dins una armadura
I els seus malhumorats i avortats
Corrents engendren minúsculs monstres
La vertadera navegació és morta
Instant difícil
I el primer animal és llançat per la borda
Les potes es mouen amunt i avall furiosament
El seu rígid galop verd
I els caps s’alcen
Contrapès
Delicat
Pausa
Consentiment
En l’agonia dels muts forats del nas
Curosament refinats
I segellats

Wenn das stille meer sich heimlich rüstet
Und seine zähen und untoten
Tiefen winzige monster gebären
Erstarren die segel
Jähe lähmung
Und das erste tier wird von bord gesto²en
Hufe pumpen rasend
In hartem galopp
Schädel schie²en auf
Schwweben
Leicht
Weilen
Ergeben
In stumme nürsternqual
Sorgsam gedehnt
Und meersiegelt
Jim Morrison. Strange Days, 1967
Pintura de Debra Lee

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