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TURN YOUR FACE, SLEEP WELL

TURN YOUR FACE, SLEEP WELL (London sad prophecy 11-06-08) (...)And you still turn your head when you don't want to see. And you still think you are free............................................................. But the day is coming faster than we think, when at last you will ask yourself: Where was my mind when others were demonstrating against the price of the houses? Where was I when they started expelling the immigrants? Where was I when they destroyed one century of trade union's struggle? And sure you will say as many Germans do these days about that well known part of the recent past: "I didn't know what was happening" "I didn't know what I was voting for" "I thought it was ..." Then your hypocrisy will show that you perhaps deserve it all. But the thing is: Do we, the rest of people, the ones committed with social change, independent artists, trade unionists, social fighters, "old fashion" hippies, rockers, left-wingers... who warn you again and again, deserve to pay the price of your selfish ignorance? Neo-nationalist Europe: TURN YOUR HEAD, SLEEP WELL.

TIME PART TWO

                                                                 Traté de escapar de la cárcel del tiempo...

                                                                 corriendo, corriendo,

 

 

despegué.

       

    

 

 

 

                  Sobrevolé tres universos que a fin de cuentas fueron todos

                                                            

       

    

 

 

 

                 

y volví.

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pero no os confundáis, amigas y amigos de mi alma

 

 

 

 que no volví del todo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

así que hube de comenzar a caminar de nuevo, despacito,

 

 

 

hacia el tiempo y/o fuera de él,

 

               

                   errante,

 

                         dolorido,

                                     oscuro,

                                           azul violeta,

                                            

                             verde y  luminoso laberinto,

 

 entre el tiempo y el no tiempo,  con vosotras y vosotros

 

                               en un pequeño espacio

                                                                 universal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Entre libros rotos,

 

 

Esperanzas, delimitadas,  calculadas,

 

 

sueños a medias

 

                 luchas mediocres

 

de los desesperanzados 

                     

                                                    de los desmaravilladores

 

                     

 

 

                          

 

  

 

 

 

  de los que se volvieron antes de marchar

 

                                

 

 

 

 

 

 

  de ese pintoresco “estado del bienestar"...

 

                                           ...por fuera

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

entumecimiento supurante,

 

                               hediondo y contagioso...

 

                      ...por dentro.

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

  Creía acercarme al mundo mientras me alejaba más  y más en un inconsciente y desesperado intento de tomar perspectiva...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

y ese cielo que aterrizaba,

 

                                   

 

 

 

 

                                        aterrizaba hacia arriba,

 

    

 

 

 

 

     se alejaba y se acercaba en un extraño

 

                                     sinuoso

                                                                                            violento movimiento

 

hacia la tierra.

 

          

 

 

 

 

 

        Y aquí estoy de nuevo

                                                    Y aquí estoy por fin

                            

 

                                                     

 

En el eterno morir con sentido

 

                                en la eterna y misteriosa cárcel de la única y  verdadera libertad...

       

 

                                              

                 

 

 

 

 

 

        ...en la cárcel del tiempo.

Ruben H

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