Antes de las doce, antes del brindis, un poema de María Meleck Vivanco abriéndose paso entre los olivos:
"Más lágrimas se derraman por las plegarias
respondidas que por las no respondidas."
Santa Teresa
(epígrafe elegido por Truman Capote
para su última novela inacabada, Plegarias respondidas, 1986)
Para ver: Infame
mi historia
una manga de trapo
aguja e hilo
dedal
partes de todo dejó mi padre
como patrias inconclusas
bajo el vidrio
algunas fotos
estampitas que rezan a media luz
es
a orillas de una lágrima
donde la mar regresa este barco de negreros
y vuelvo perro a mi collar
la estampa reza
una oración de antaño
para la supervivencia de los vivos
I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you.
I have run, I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you.
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for.
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for.
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her finger tipsI
t burned like fire
(I was) burning inside her.
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone.
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for.
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for.
I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colours will bleed into one
Bleed into one.
But yes, I’m still running.
You broke the bonds
And you loosed the chains
Carried the cross of my shame
Oh my shame, you know I believe it.
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for.
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for.
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for.
But I still haven’t found
What I’m looking for.
U2
