Tuesday, February 7, 2012

LA DISTANCIA / Philip Larkin, con una mini foto de Walker Evans



unos versitos de un servidor para el respetable y unos versazos del amigo Philip

La distancia corrobora su inutilidad
una vez recorrida,
nada pesa demasiado
en la balanza del destino
y no hay infierno
ni siquiera para los malos
màs malos de la historia.

Estar, siendo un poquito
es el tema.
Y aguantar.


this be the verse, Philip Larkin
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.   They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had   And add some extra, just for you.  But they were fucked up in their turn   By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern   And half at one another's throats.  Man hands on misery to man.   It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can,   And don't have any kids yourself.