sábado, 16 de julio de 2011

DETRÁS MÍO/BEHIND ME

Siento que alguien está detrás mío,
a veces yo siento sus pasos,
su respiración en mi nuca,
y hasta he sentido que me toca suavemente,
yo me di vuelta más de una vez para mirar...
pero no había nadie allí,
yo sé que no estoy loco, no puede ser tan real...

A veces, por el costado del ojo, yo creo que te veo,
y oí que me llamás,
yo corrí hasta ahí, pues pensé que necesitabas ayuda,
pero no había nadie...
Verde sobre verde,
rojo sobre rojo,
negro sobre negro,
tiempo sobre tiempo... todo sigue igual,
yo, frente al espejo
y tu voz llamándome,
ahora a gritos
pero ya he corrido tantas veces que ahora, solamente,
me quedaré sentado mirando el horizonte.
No me toques,
no respires sobre mí,
no me sigas
porque estoy tan solo,
y este lugar es tan chico
que, a veces, creo que yo voy a enloquecer.


I feel someone is behind me,
sometimes I feel his footsteps,
his breath on my neck,
and even I felt that gently touches me,
I have turned more than once to look...
but no one was there,
I know I'm not crazy, can not be so real...

Sometimes, by the side of the eye, I think I see you,
and I have heard you call me,
I ran up there, because I thought you needed help,
but no one was there...
Green on green,
red on red,
black on black,
time upon time ... everything remains the same,
me, in front of the mirror
and your voice calling me,
now screaming
but I've run so many times that now I only
will be sitting watching the horizon.
Do not touch me,
do not breathe on me,
do not follow me
because I'm so alone,
and this place is so small
that, sometimes, I think I'll go crazy.

18 comentarios:

art is jok(k)e(n) dijo...

(I say very silently: I will not disturb you )

art is jok(k)e(n) dijo...

(because sometimes it is better to say nothing)

art is jok(k)e(n) dijo...

(and not all is necessary to comment)

Sung-Hee (Regina) Hong dijo...

nodding & agreeing with 'art is jokken's comment !

art is jok(k)e(n) dijo...

(ooh I am so happy that at least one person agree with me )
:)

Ana dijo...

Habia dejado algo abandonado mi blog, gracias por pasar y dejar un saludìn, otro para tí.
Me ha gustado mucho esta entrada.
Que tengas una buena semana :)

art is jok(k)e(n) dijo...

♪♫Blue, blue, blue♫♫♫
not only your eye
♪♫Blue, blue, blue♫♫♫
where is blue from the sky
:D

Thank you for all ♪♫Blue, blue, blue♫♫♫!!

Mariangela Licciardello dijo...

hay, que tristezza, y el debujo abla perfettamente de este
Un abrazo
Mariangela

rossichka dijo...

After all one cannot wait all his life. For someone to come/meet, for something to happen... I mean, he can, but things always change and at the end they are never the same. The freshness of feelings from the beginnig lose their glamour and strength. The optimism surrender. So many hopes die and dive into the ocean of sorrow. And life is going on. Like a ship in water.
It's not so dreadful to be alone. It's nice sometimes, although the souvenirs hurt.
I won't disturb you neither...:)

Graciela dijo...

Otro texto para el libro.
Va quedando lindo...ya puedo imaginarlo. No sé que tapa vas a elegir entre tan buenas opciones...

Sophie dijo...

Fascinating image! I love the idea behind it :)

Soph x

Pato dijo...

¿¿es una canción?? bien podría serlo!!

Hay días que dentro de uno no hay lugar para nadie mas, ni siquiera ese otro que nos acompaña desde siempre, hay días que deseamos de verdad escapar principalmente de ese que nos respira en la nuca y se nos parece tanto en el espejo, después pasa y lo vamos aceptando de nuevo, tal vez dentro de un rato, mañana ya no moleste tanto su voz, puedas caminar escuchando sus pasos o que te lleve a cococho!

Un abrazo!

Liliana Lucki dijo...

Me encanto !!!!

Desde MDQ, Liliana te saluda.

Graciela dijo...

FELIZ DÍA DEL AMIGO Roberto, casi se me pasa!!!
Besos.

Manuel Ameneiros dijo...

Idem, Robert-san...

Andrew Finnie dijo...

What? I have not my pic here in this comments section, I must too look behind, but sometimes I feel things all around, you know when the hair on your neck stands up? That is why we have hair on our necks! Did you know that? Because if we have not hair on our necks then the hair in our ears must stand up. And then we would have trouble hearing, especially hearing those footsteps behind us!

But seriously, as well as being a fine artists you have good brains, and you use them in your art, the way the pamplets are seen from afar, and only those closest to us do we see the eye, and the eye dissappearing into the water, the archetype of travel in the ship. ahh it's like a tarot card without cups be back in a moment

Andrew Finnie dijo...

or the spades, or the hearts... but where would we be without our hearts eh?

today it rains, the sunshines in another part of the world and I have had 200 ml of cognac too many :)

salut!

indira lakhsmita dijo...

no you aren't crazy, because i am your alter ego, i am with you all the time.