lunes, 31 de diciembre de 2012

There is no TIME



This is no time for Celebration
This is no time for Shaking Hands
This is no time for Backslapping
This is no time for Marching Bands
This is no time for Optimism
This is no time for Endless Thought
This is no time for my country Right or Wrong
Remember what that brought
This is no time for Congratulations
This is no time to Turn Your Back
This is no time for Circumlocution
This is no time for Learned Speech
This is no time to Count Your Blessings
This is no time for Private Gain
This is a time to Put Up or Shut Up
It won't come back this way again
This is no time to Swallow Anger
This is no time to Ignore Hate
This is no time to be Acting Frivolous
because the time is getting late
This is no time for Private Vendettas
This is no time to not know who you are
Self knowledge is a dangerous thing
The freedom of who you are
This is no time to ignore Warnings
This is no time to Clear the Plate
Let's not be sorry after the fact
and let the past become our fate
This is no time to turn away and drink
or some vials of crack
This is a time to gather force
and take dead aim and Attack
This is no time for Celebration
This is no time for Saluting Flags
This is no time for Inner Searchings
The future is at hand
This is no time for Phony Rhetoric
This is no time for Political Speech
This is a time for Action
because the future's Within Reach
This is the time

... y esto es todo lo que os tengo que decir de cara al futuro.

4 comentarios:

  1. Doncs molt ben dit , nano!
    Chapeau i bon any

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  2. Genial! Tota una lliçó de Lou Reed que desconeixia. Gràcies, records i bon any!

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  3. Els dies que pateixo un atac de nihilisme i he de cercar en mi mateix algun fonament inamovible, sempre trobo dues coses en les que no puc deixar de creure: Lou reed i la lluita de classes.

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  4. G,

    A mí personalmente más que a Reed, me ha recordado el Thanksgiving Prayer de Burroughs.

    Le deseo un buen año y que Dios lo guarde por mucho tiempo.

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