jueves, 29 de agosto de 2019

Cumple de quince

Hoy cumple quince el blog.

En el baile nos moveremos al ritmo del siguiente cover de Pomplamoose (lo importante es seguir los pasos de Jack Conte, el pelado barbudo de la izquierda, sobretodo a eso de los dos minutos del tema):



Para el momento de la reflexión, estos típicos pensamientos: ¿Qué es el blog a esta altura? ¿Tiene realmente quince años? ¿Vive aún? Algún lector cada tanto pasa. Algún comentario tuve por ahí este año. Un like cuando enlacé un post en Facebook. Así que no se puede declarar muerto del todo…

En las charlas intelectuales de sillón desmenuzaremos unas canciones de los Oh Hellos...

En el video de la segunda canción alguien comentó (sic):
- Is the horse the angel of death? I sort of like that idea that spirits are animals. They talk about this horse In another song.

Y respondieron varios (sic):
- I think those represent the horsemen of the apocalypse.
- im fairly certain the horse is the one that carries death. and the rider is now missing due to Jesus conquering death.
- That’s how I take it.

Entonces yo dije:
- So the "where is your rider" question could be a sort of "death, where is your sting"?

Y me respondieron:
- I think it’s meant to be taken exactly like that, yes.


Pale white horse
Down they fell like the children of Eden
Down they fell like the tower
As the land relinquished her ghost
Heed the sirens, take shelter, my lover
Flee the fire that devours
But the sight held me fixed
Like a bayonet against my throat
Neither plague or famine tempered my courage
Nor did raids make me cower
But his translucent skin
Made me shiver deep within my bones
It was a pale white horse
With a crooked smile
And I knew it was my time
It was the raging storm
Of a foreign war
And a face I'd seen before


Where is your rider?
Was it you 'mid the fire and the ember?
Were you there to bedevil and beguile?
See, your face wasn't quite as I remember
But I know that wicked shape to your smile
Bury me as it pleases you, lover
At sea, or deep within the catacomb
But these bones never rested while living
So how can they stand to languish in repose?
He has thrown down the cavalry as gravel sinks
And as the stone founders underneath the sundered sea of red and reed
The shadow of Hades is fading
For he has cast down leviathan, the tyrant, and the horse and rider
Where is your rider?
He will hold with all of his might the armies of night,
Still as boulders laid to the side 'til we pass by
He has hoisted out of the mire every child
So lift your voice with timbrel and lyre
"We will abide, we will abide, we will abide"

Y finalmente llegamos al momento de la torta, con los deseos de que cumpla muchos más…

(En el día de Nuestra Señora de la Guardia)

4 comentarios:

  1. Feli aniverblog¡¡¡ 15 años, todo juventud.
    No se cuantos quedamos, pero por acá somos fidelísimos. Leemos/escuchamos todo.

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  2. Felicidades. Yo todavía, cada tanto, paso y miro.

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  3. ¡Hola Diego! ¡Gracias! Le recomiendo los Oh Hellos...

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