Quiero - Jorge Bucay

 

Quiero que me oigas, sin juzgarme.
Quiero que opines, sin aconsejarme.
Quiero que confíes en mi, sin exigirme.
Quiero que me ayudes, sin intentar decidir por mi.
Quiero que me cuides, sin anularme.
Quiero que me mires, sin proyectar tus cosas en mi.
Quiero que me abraces, sin asfixiarme.
Quiero que me animes, sin empujarme.
Quiero que me sostengas, sin hacerte cargo de mi.
Quiero que me protejas, sin mentiras.
Quiero que te acerques, sin invadirme.
Quiero que conozcas las cosas mías que más te disgusten,
que las aceptes y no pretendas cambiarlas.
Quiero que sepas, que hoy,
hoy podés contar conmigo.
Sin condiciones.

Espantapájaros, Poema 12 - Oliverio Girondo

Se miran, se presienten, se desean,
se acarician, se besan, se desnudan,
se respiran, se acuestan, se olfatean,
se penetran, se chupan, se demudan,
se adormecen, se despiertan, se iluminan,
se codician, se palpan, se fascinan,
se mastican, se gustan, se babean,
se confunden, se acoplan, se disgregan,
se aletargan, fallecen, se reintegran,
se distienden, se enarcan, se menean,
se retuercen, se estiran, se caldean,
se estrangulan, se aprietan se estremecen,
se tantean, se juntan, desfallecen,
se repelen, se enervan, se apetecen,
se acometen, se enlazan, se entrechocan,
se agazapan, se apresan, se dislocan,
se perforan, se incrustan, se acribillan,
se remachan, se injertan, se atornillan,
se desmayan, reviven, resplandecen,
se contemplan, se inflaman, se enloquecen,
se derriten, se sueldan, se calcinan,
se desgarran, se muerden, se asesinan,
resucitan, se buscan, se refriegan,
se rehuyen, se evaden, y se entregan.

Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale (From "Live at the Union Chapel")

 

Words by
Keith Reid

We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed

She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway died

If music be the food of love [see note, bottom, about this verse + its opening]
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed

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The two verses printed here in green are not both available on any official record but they have quite often been heard in concert.
The 'mermaid' verse is played on the Union Chapel Live DVD
Read about the history of the 'extra' verses here

[Roland from BtP notes: inspection of the typescript in Gary Brooker's album compiling all Keith Reid's original lyrics shows the order of the two 'extra' verses reversed, and reveals 'life', not'love', in the 'ocean bed' verse (which enriches the Shakespeare quotation there in the same way as 'fandango' enriches Milton's 'light fantastic' earlier in the song). These two facts were first published in my liner note to Secrets of the Hive – to which Keith and Gary have both given the thumbs-up]

Escóndeme de Gabriela Mistral

Escóndeme que el mundo no me adivine.
Escóndeme como el tronco su resina, y
que yo te perfume en la sombra, como
la gota de goma, y que te suavice con
ella, y los demás no sepan de dónde
viene tu dulzura…

Soy fea sin ti, como las cosas desarraigadas
de su sitio; como las raíces abandonadas
sobre el suelo.

¿Por qué no soy pequeña como la almendra
en el hueso cerrado?

¡Bébeme! ¡Hazme una gota de tu sangre, y
subiré a tu mejilla, y estaré en ella
como la pinta vivísima en la hoja de la
vid. Vuélveme tu suspiro, y subiré
y bajaré de tu pecho, me enredaré
en tu corazón, saldré al aire para volver
a entrar. Y estaré en este juego
toda la vida.