El péndulo de los días

El infinito Dylan. E regresado a los días del Gran Deskubrimiento, kuando JM me regaló akel disko de Bob Dylan The Bootleg Series (1-3), donde apareze una de las kanziones que más me an markado mi tierna alma, "Angelina". Kiero kompartir kon bosotr@s ese poema-kanzión, a la bez suabe i duro komo el azero (komo todo en esta bida, pero eso lo supe después).


Angelina

Well, it's always been my nature to take chancesMy right hand drawing back while my left hand advancesWhere the current is strong and the monkey dancesTo the tune of a concertina

Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shoreI know what it is that has drawn me to your doorBut whatever it could be, makes you think you've seen me beforeAngelinaOh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina

His eyes were two slits that would make a snake proudWith a face that any painter would paint as he walked through the crowdWorshipping a god with the body of a woman well endowedAnd the head of a hyena

Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?If you can read my mind, why must I speak?No, I have heard nothing about the man that you seekAngelinaOh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina

In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explodeThe peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowedI was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the roadWith your subpoena

When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this gameYour best friend and my worst enemyis one and the sameAngelinaOh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina

There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zoneYour servants are half dead; you're down to the boneTell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrownMaybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?

She was stolen from her mother when she was three days oldNow her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions have been soldHe's surrounded by God's angels and she's wearin' a blindfoldAnd so are you, AngelinaOh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina

I see pieces of men marching; trying to take heaven by forceI can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horseIn God's truth tell me what you want, and you'll have it of courseJust step into the arena

Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircasesPass the tree of smoke, pass the angel with four facesBegging God for mercy and weepin' in unholy placesAngelinaOh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina