sábado, 31 de agosto de 2019
miércoles, 28 de agosto de 2019
Johnny Cash - Sam Hall
Well, my name it is Sam Hall, Sam Hall.
Yes, my name it is Sam Hall, it is Sam Hall.
My name it is Sam Hall an' I hate you, one and all.
An' I hate you, one and all
Damn your eyes.
Yes, my name it is Sam Hall, it is Sam Hall.
My name it is Sam Hall an' I hate you, one and all.
An' I hate you, one and all
Damn your eyes.
I killed a man, they said, so they said.
I killed a man, they said, so they said.
I killed a man, they said an' I smashed in his head.
An' I left him laying dead,
Damn his eyes.
I killed a man, they said, so they said.
I killed a man, they said an' I smashed in his head.
An' I left him laying dead,
Damn his eyes.
But a-swinging, I must go, I must go.
A-swinging, I must go, I must go.
A-swinging, I must go while you critters down below,
Yell up, "Sam, I told you so."
Well, damn your eyes!
A-swinging, I must go, I must go.
A-swinging, I must go while you critters down below,
Yell up, "Sam, I told you so."
Well, damn your eyes!
I saw Molly in the crowd, in the crowd.
I saw Molly in the crowd, in the crowd.
I saw Molly in the crowd an' I hollered, right out loud
"Hey there Molly, ain't you proud?
"Damn your eyes."
I saw Molly in the crowd, in the crowd.
I saw Molly in the crowd an' I hollered, right out loud
"Hey there Molly, ain't you proud?
"Damn your eyes."
Then the Sheriff, he came to, he came to.
Ah, yeah, the Sheriff, he came to, he came to.
The Sheriff, he come to an he said, "Sam, how are you?"
An I said, "Well, Sheriff, how are you?"
"Damn your eyes."
Ah, yeah, the Sheriff, he came to, he came to.
The Sheriff, he come to an he said, "Sam, how are you?"
An I said, "Well, Sheriff, how are you?"
"Damn your eyes."
My name is Samuel, Samuel.
My name is Samuel, Samuel.
My name is Samuel, an' I'll see you all in hell.
An' I'll see you all in hell,
Damn your eyes
My name is Samuel, Samuel.
My name is Samuel, an' I'll see you all in hell.
An' I'll see you all in hell,
Damn your eyes
sábado, 24 de agosto de 2019
si sostienes, no si te sostienes, puedes creer que te sostienes - Antonio Porchia
Si sostienes, no si te sostienes, puedes creer que te sostienes.
Antonio Porchia - Voces
(una voz que nos permite seguir pensando la actuación como aquello que pasa afuera, -entre- los cuerpos y el espacio, en la escucha, y no en lo que intento adentro)
imagen: Caroline Nasica
miércoles, 21 de agosto de 2019
martes, 13 de agosto de 2019
jueves, 1 de agosto de 2019
martes, 30 de julio de 2019
My name is Death - The Incredible String Band
Soy la pregunta que no puede ser respondida
soy el amante que no puede perderse
Pequeño es el premio de mi sirviente el soldado
El tiempo es mi vástago, dí, ¿cuál es mi nombre?
Mi nombre es Muerte, ¿no puedes verlo?
Toda vida vuelve a mí
Oh, ¿no puedes verlo?
Y tú debes volver a mí
Debes volver a mí
Te daré oro y raras joyas
toda mi fortuna acumulada
y los placeres más bellos
si me dejas vivir sólo unos cortos años más
Oh señorita, haga a un lado sus joyas
No se vanaglorie más su orgullo
Demorarse aquí no es posible
Su tiempo ha llegado en que debe partir
Y debe volver... a la arcilla
I am the question that cannot be answered
I am the lover that cannot be lost
Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier
For time is my offspring, pray what is my name?
I am the lover that cannot be lost
Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier
For time is my offspring, pray what is my name?
My name is death, cannot you see?
All life must turn to me
Oh, cannot you see?
And you must come with me
You must come with me
All life must turn to me
Oh, cannot you see?
And you must come with me
You must come with me
I'll give you gold and jewels rare
And all my wealth in store
All pleasure's fair
If I may live but a few short years more
And all my wealth in store
All pleasure's fair
If I may live but a few short years more
Oh lady, lay your jewels aside
No more to glory in your pride
Tarrying here there is no way
Your time has come that you must away
And you must come to clay
No more to glory in your pride
Tarrying here there is no way
Your time has come that you must away
And you must come to clay
domingo, 28 de julio de 2019
lunes, 8 de julio de 2019
Desafinado - Joao Gilberto
bate calado
profundo en el pecho
de los desafinados
también en el pecho
de los desafinados
bate un corazón
viernes, 5 de julio de 2019
Rojos Globos Rojos - Eduardo Tato Pavlovsky [video]
que vivimos cagados de terror de entender bastante poco
sábado, 29 de junio de 2019
la pregunta madura - Juan Baio
para cuando los espasmos
comenzaron a espaciarse
dieron las diez de luz
en tu deseo
la pregunta madura
desandaba
su insidiosa fragancia
y todo lo que no era ausencia iba muriendo
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Juan Baio
imagen: Gregory Crewdson
imagen: Marcia Schvartz
DIX by Bif
By Bif
Music by Raphaël "Azël" Martinez-Bachel
France & UK / 2008 / 7′ / french dialogues
Production : Autour de Minuit / The Mill In coproduction with Arcadi
miércoles, 26 de junio de 2019
martes, 25 de junio de 2019
todos los lugares fueron reinos - Rafael Cadenas
Emergimos de una narración para habitar. Antes de ser nosotros, fuimos personajes. Pendíamos de una épica incorpórea. Pensábamos en una edad en que el cielo pasaría por el hueco de una aguja. El pálido pensamiento nos tenía suspendidos sobre la tierra.
Después
todos los lugares fueron reinos.
Rafael Cadenas
imagen: Dolores Marat
viernes, 21 de junio de 2019
sábado, 15 de junio de 2019
es tupida tu estúpida barba bárbara - Juan Baio
es tupida tu estúpida barba bárbara
dios del averno, dame santuario
el gordo de coca-cola me quiere adornar
con sus bolas coloradas, brillantes
y pegajosas
yo sólo quiero renguear hasta el exilio
y apoyar la mejilla en la arena caliente
Juan Baio
domingo, 9 de junio de 2019
sábado, 8 de junio de 2019
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