La aurora de Nueva York tiene
cuatro columnas de cieno
y un huracán de negras palomas
que chapotean las aguas podridas.
La aurora de Nueva York gime
por las inmensas escaleras
buscando entre las aristas
nardos de angustia dibujada.
La aurora llega y nadie la recibe en su boca
porque allí no hay mañana ni esperanza posible.
A veces las monedas en enjambres furiosos
taladran y devoran abandonados niños.
Los primeros que salen comprenden con sus huesos
que no habrá paraíso ni amores deshojados;
saben que van al cieno de números y leyes,
a los juegos sin arte, a sudores sin fruto.
La luz es sepultada por cadenas y ruidos
en impúdico reto de ciencia sin raíces.
Por los barrios hay gentes que vacilan insomnes
como recién salidas de un naufragio de sangre.
Pero debo confesar que yo descubrí el poema en la voz de Enrique Morente, en el disco "Omega" en el que junto a Lagartija Nick homenajeaba al poeta granadino y a la gran manzana. Que sigue ejerciendo la misma admiración entre la gente de la cultura. Las fotos que ilustran este post son de Lou Reed, que ha estado madrugando durante varios meses con el objetivo de captar la ciudad en el mágico momento del amanecer.
Y, no podía ser de otra manera, Lou Reed también le canta a la ciudad de los rascacielos. Como por ejemplo en este tema: "New York City Man"
It can only lead to trouble if you break my heart
If you accidentally crush it on the ides of march
I’d prefer you were straight forward
You don’t have to go through all of that
I’m a new york city man, baby, and say "go" and that is that
New york city man, you just say "go" and that is that
I’m a new york city man, you just say "go" and that is that
It’s far too complicated to make up a lie
That you’d have to remember and really why
I wouldn’t want to be around you
If you didn’t want to have me around
I’m a m-a-n-n man, you blink your eyes and I’ll be gone
M-a-n-n man, you blink your eyes, honey, I love you, I’ll be gone
New york city man, you blink your eyes and I’ll be gone
Brutus made a pretty speech but caesar was betrayed
Lady macbeth went crazy but macbeth ended slain
Ophelia and desdamona dead leaving hamlet in a play
But I’m no lear with blinded eyes, say "go" and I am gone
The stars have shut their eyes up tight
The earth has changed it’s course
A kingdom sits on a black knight’s back
As he tries to mount a white jeweled horse
While a clock full of butterflies on the hour
Releases a thousand moths
You say "leave" and I’ll be gone
Without any remorse
No letters faxes phones or tears
There’s a difference between bad and worse
I’m a new york city man, blink your eyes and I’ll be gone
New york city - man, m-a-n, you blink your eyes and I’ll be gone
New york city, I love you, new york city man
New york city, how I love you, blink your eyes and I’ll be gone
Just a little grain of sand
New york city, ooohhh, how I love you
New york city, baby, blink your eyes and I’ll be gone
Oh, how I love you
It can only lead to trouble if you break my heart
If you accidentally crush it on the ides of march
I’d prefer you were straight forward
You don’t have to go through all of that
I’m a new york city man, baby, and say "go" and that is that
New york city man, you just say "go" and that is that
I’m a new york city man, you just say "go" and that is that
It’s far too complicated to make up a lie
That you’d have to remember and really why
I wouldn’t want to be around you
If you didn’t want to have me around
I’m a m-a-n-n man, you blink your eyes and I’ll be gone
M-a-n-n man, you blink your eyes, honey, I love you, I’ll be gone
New york city man, you blink your eyes and I’ll be gone
Brutus made a pretty speech but caesar was betrayed
Lady macbeth went crazy but macbeth ended slain
Ophelia and desdamona dead leaving hamlet in a play
But I’m no lear with blinded eyes, say "go" and I am gone
The stars have shut their eyes up tight
The earth has changed it’s course
A kingdom sits on a black knight’s back
As he tries to mount a white jeweled horse
While a clock full of butterflies on the hour
Releases a thousand moths
You say "leave" and I’ll be gone
Without any remorse
No letters faxes phones or tears
There’s a difference between bad and worse
I’m a new york city man, blink your eyes and I’ll be gone
New york city - man, m-a-n, you blink your eyes and I’ll be gone
New york city, I love you, new york city man
New york city, how I love you, blink your eyes and I’ll be gone
Just a little grain of sand
New york city, ooohhh, how I love you
New york city, baby, blink your eyes and I’ll be gone
Oh, how I love you
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