Si
aun estuvieras aquí
Si
aun estuvieras aquí
te
agarraría
Sacudiría
tus rodillas
soplaría
aire caliente en tus oídos
Tú
que podías escribir como una Pantera
sea
lo que fuera que metías en tus venas
la
clase de droga
que
te llevó a la ruina
Si
aun estuvieras aquí
te
sacaría de tu miedo
lo
dejaría suspendido lejos de ti
en
largas serpentinas,
jirones
de temor
Te
voltearía
de
cara al viento
inclinaría
tu espalda sobre mi rodilla
mordería
tu nuca
hasta
que abrieras tu boca a esta vida.
Enero 31, 1980
Sam Shepard, Fort Sheridan,
1943-2017
De Motel Chronicles, City
Lights, San Francisco, 1982
Version ©Silvia Camerotto
If you were still around
If you were still around
I’d hold you
Shake you by the knees
Blow hot air in both ears
I’d hold you
Shake you by the knees
Blow hot air in both ears
You, who could write like a Panther Cat
Whatever got into your veins
What kind of green blood
Swam you to your doom
Whatever got into your veins
What kind of green blood
Swam you to your doom
If you were still around
I’d tear into your fear
Leave it hanging off you
In long streamers
Shreds of dread
I’d tear into your fear
Leave it hanging off you
In long streamers
Shreds of dread
I’d turn you
Facing the wind
Bend your spine on my knee
Chew the back of your head
Till you opened your mouth to this life
Facing the wind
Bend your spine on my knee
Chew the back of your head
Till you opened your mouth to this life
January 31, 1980
Homestead Valley, Ca.
Homestead Valley, Ca.
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