6.25.2011
6.12.2011
WeIGhT Of tHE WorlD
Feels like the weight of the world,
Like God in heaven gave me a turn.
Don't cling to me, I swear I can't fix you.
Still in the dark, can you fix me?
Freefall, freefall, all through life.
If you love me, then let go of me.
I won't be held down by who I used to be.
She's nothing to me.
Feels like the weight of the world,
Like all my screaming has gone unheard.
And oh, I know you don't believe in me.
Safe in the dark, how can you see?
Freefall, freefall, all through life.
If you love me, then let go of me.
I won't be held down by who I used to be.
If you love me, then let go of me
I won't be held down by who I was
If you love me, then let go of me
I won't be held down by who I used to be
Like God in heaven gave me a turn.
Don't cling to me, I swear I can't fix you.
Still in the dark, can you fix me?
Freefall, freefall, all through life.
If you love me, then let go of me.
I won't be held down by who I used to be.
She's nothing to me.
Feels like the weight of the world,
Like all my screaming has gone unheard.
And oh, I know you don't believe in me.
Safe in the dark, how can you see?
Freefall, freefall, all through life.
If you love me, then let go of me.
I won't be held down by who I used to be.
If you love me, then let go of me
I won't be held down by who I was
If you love me, then let go of me
I won't be held down by who I used to be
6.11.2011
6.05.2011
Vanina
Todos los días, una sonrisa,
de ojos entre cerrados detrás del flequillo.
Siempre con ganas de trabajar.
Siempre de ánimos para hablar.
El Quijote y el Cid,
amigos tuyos de aventuras,
que nos presentaste con cariño
para entenderlos con ternura.
Vestidos de colores llamativos,
blusas de colores vivos,
con un libro entre las manos
y el pelo largo, recogido.
La caída de una casa,
la caída de un género,
la historia de Miles y Flora,
que nos dejan preplejos.
Antojos de grueso marco,
risa que contagia y alegra,
anécdotas interesantes
que con profesionalismo, alienta.
preparada para atraparnos
como guardiana entre el centeno,
por si al abismo apuntábamos.August Brill y Holden Caufield
¿qué habría sido de ellos?
Perdidos en la oscuridad estarían
o aún sumidos en la hipocresía.
escitores argentinos, ingleses, norteamericanos.
Nos ayudaste a analizar literatura
y a observarla desde varios lados.
Gracias, profesora querida.
gracias, incondicional Vanina.
Gracias por estos años,
que no olvidaré en mi vida.
Dedicado a Vanina Cameroni,
Profesora de literatura.
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