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Y SE LE QUEMA LA CASA The chair is on fire As he sits in the chair in his nightshirt To smoke the last pipe of the evening The house is on fire And he smiles because he feels good And the nightcap has smoothed his spirit The house is on fire and the rafters are smoking And the walls turn hot with repressing heat While he thinks: Did I lock the front door? Wake up! Wake up! The house is on fire – But he thinks of a warm tub next to the stove And a nice long soak to unwind What a fool! What a dunce! And his house in on fire But he’s thinking of cash in the bank and his credit And the old moon, belle dame, looks down from the night Looks down from her orbit of ivory and satin: Wake up! Wake up! Your house is on fire, old man Back to Index
MALA NOCHE An evil wind, a dreadful night, the gale’s effects Embodied by the trees, the spirits and the intellect - Who is there? What sings? Where is the diamond light? Darkness and the jewel of apprehension, on this black night Deep wind, dark wind, throatless is the sound, Trees take wing and fly, clouds are rooted in the ground, Night distorted, night that’s twisted, night of elemental shape Night when every apparition is a mouthless gape What source can send it? Where does it erupt? I have sent these winds, you have caught them up, I have sent them streaming to the furthest west Now they are returning from the blinded east Winds of desiccation, winds of human lust, Winds of steady blowing, neither calm not gust, I will stand beside you, you will stand with me, Blow this evil wind of night by land and sea Back to Index
SI SABRÁ MAS EL DISCIPULO? In a school for the mules can the pupil know more? Can donkeys excel, can jackasses spell What teachers can’t write? War after war, famine and crime, time after time The same ass’s error that leads to their terror – Battle or flight The young ones are foolish, the elders are mulish They fight over straw with a kick and hee haw - They’re cleverness proof In the stable they jostle, their ears are colossal But donkeys have never once learned to be clever - They die on the hoof Back to Index
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