Uy

...the smell of you still in my hands
as I bring the cup up to my lips...

Por ejemplo

Poesía, por ejemplo, es esto.

Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return
Into it's great shadowed vault I go
Hail the pentecostal morn

The reading is from Luke, 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some

And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe

A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips

No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees

Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you

Nick Cave

Curioso blues

Para C. y su gran semana.

Como su propio nombre indica, se supone que el blues debe transmitir tristeza, melancolía, sufrimiento, bla, bla, bla...

Pues éste se titula I feel so good, y empieza diciendo: Me siento tan bién que no sé qué hacer...

(Espero que se oiga y se vea: no sólo lo pongo a ciegas, con youtube capado, sino que aunque pudiese verlo no podría oírlo, porque no funciona el sonido de mi ordenador...)

Añado la estupenda versión de Nick Cave que acabo de descubrir:

Compro el periódico en papel (algo que ya me parece un vestigio de otro tiempo), y me encuentro una tremenda foto de Nick Cave en la portada de Babelia, que soy incapaz de encontrar en la web.

Y recuerdo el extraordinario The boatman's call, lleno de joyas como esta plegaria atea.

Y acabo escuchando:

(Are you) The one that I've been waiting for?



I've felt you coming girl, as you drew near
I knew you'd find me, cause I longed you here
Are you my desitiny? Is this how you'll appear?
Wrapped in a coat with tears in your eyes?
Well take that coat babe, and throw it on the floor
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?

As you've been moving surely toward me
My soul has comforted and assured me
That in time my heart it will reward me
And that all will be revealed
So I've sat and I've watched an ice-age thaw
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built
Out of longing great wonders have been willed
They're only little tears, darling, let them spill
And lay your head upon my shoulder
Outside my window the world has gone to war
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?

O we will know, won't we?
The stars will explode in the sky
O but they don't, do they?
Stars have their moment and then they die

There's a man who spoke wonders though I've never met him
He said, "He who seeks finds and who knocks will be let in"
I think of you in motion and just how close you are getting
And how every little thing anticipates you
All down my veins my heart-strings call
Are you the one that I've been waiting for?

Nick Cave

Into my arms

I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candle burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds