sábado, 5 de abril de 2008

the best of times, the worst of times




It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two CitiesEnglish novelist (1812 - 1870)


The best of times, when I dance with you


the worst of times, no dance at all







Danza la danza del estremecimiento para vivir el mejor de los tiempos desde las vísceras que se retuercen y que acalambran mi panza y encogen mis rodillas y luego las sueltan haciendo de mi espalda un arco y de mis caderas unas flechas a punto de salir disparadas.






The best of times, when we get laid
the worst of times, game over


Danza la danza del descanso para dejar secar el lienzo de mis pechos que hábilmente pintaste con los más inimaginables pinceles y volver a moldear la arcilla de mis glúteos a tu antojo.

The best of times, the shine in your eyes
the worst of times, the shine in your eyes



Danza la danza de las miradas que evaden y buscan y encuentran y desencuentran los ojos ciegos envueltos con un velo de para después que nunca caerá.






4 comentarios:

Cesarolo dijo...

Shall we dance Mabe?

Ebam dijo...

"A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!"

Dear Cesarolo, I'm affraid this is a secrtet we cannot share.

Cesarolo dijo...

Pucha, muy filosófico para mi pobre cerebro...

Ebam dijo...

Ay Cesarolo, no te hagas!!!