and did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

¿Qué hará bajo el otoño
si el aire huele a humo

y a pólvora y a besos?

de seriedad va la cosa

araniando

... ni encina
... ni colorido atardecer
... ni romanticismo alemán

sólo una zorra
con ganas, muchas ganas
de pan

El perro guardián del mono no sabe ladrar

miedo me da

Como turismo
inventó el abismo
la desilusión.

Un hombre da un paso y no ocurre nada. Un hombre cruza el umbral de la misma puerta 14.637 días. Y el 14.638 descubre un ciervo enramado bajo el dintel.

In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
To which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound
And the tall trees that towered around

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody

My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake

Yet that terror was not fright
But a tremulous delight
And a feeling undefined
Springing from a darkened mind
Death was in that poisoned wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his dark imagining
Whose wildering thought could even make
An Eden of that dim lake

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody

My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake

Springing from a darkened mind
So lovely was the loneliness
In youth's spring, it was my lot
In its stilly melody
An Eden of that dim lake
An Eden of that dim lake
Lone, lone, lonely...

Antony & The Jonhsons
The Lake (Secretly Canadian, noviembre de 2004)
Basado en el poema The Lake de Edgar Allan Poe

estaba tan mal escondido que pensé -mira, un lagarto-

i lo rescaté de entre muñecas de porcelana y tuppers

ahora vive conmigo, entre mis manos

i sigo pensando -mira, un lagarto-

me echo de menos