De beats y lo que se encuentra En el camino

Jack Kerouac (New York, 1953 Photograp: Allen Ginsberg/Corbis) And that was the night Dean met Carlo Marx. A tremendous thing happened when Dean met Carlo Marx. Two keen minds that they are, they took to each other at the drop of a hat. Two piercing eyes glancing into two piercing eyes — the holy con-man with the shining mind, and...

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¿Bobby Watson?

O SR. SMITH, segue co seu xornal.            Ah, di que morreu Bobby Watson. A SRA. SMITH            Ah, meu Deus, pobriño. ¿Cando morreu? O SR. SMITH ¿Por qué pos ese aire de extrañada? Sabíalo moi ben. Morreu hai dous anos. ¿Lémbraste? Estivemos no seu enterro, hai ano e medio. A SRA. SMITH Claro que me lembro. Lembreime de contado, pero non entendo por que...

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We loved with a love that was more than love...

Edgar Allan Poe - Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of Annabel Lee;And this maiden she lived qith no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child,In this kingdom by the sea:But we loved with a love tha was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;With a love that winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me. And...

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Goodbye, my almost lover...

A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover Your fingertips across my skinThe palm trees swaying in the windImagesYou sang me Spanish lullabiesThe sweetest sadness in your eyesClever trick Well, I never want to see you unhappyI thought  you'd want the same for me Goodbye, my almost loverGoodbye, my hopeless dreamI'm trying not to think about youCan't you just let me be? So long, my luckless romanceMy back is turned on youShould've known...

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De poetas y filósofos

Yo no soy el filósofo.El filósofo dice: Pienso... luego existo.Yo digo: Lloro, grito, aúllo, blasfemo... luego existo. Creo que la Filosofía arranca del primer juicio. La Poesía, del primer lamento. No sé cuál fue la palabra primera que dijo el primer filósofo del mundo. La que dijo el primer poeta fue: ¡Ay! [...] Porque la diferencia esencial entre el poeta y el filósofo no está, como se ha creído hasta ahora, en que el poeta...

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