lunes, 27 de septiembre de 2004

Esto no me está pasando a mí

That there,
that's not me...
I go
where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
this isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

In a little while
I'll be gone
the moment's already passed
yeah it's gone
and I'm not here
this isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

Strobe lights and blown speakers
fireworks and "hotels"
I'm not here
this isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here



Sí, quiero desaparecer completamente...




"How to dissappear completly"
Radiohead

viernes, 24 de septiembre de 2004

Rehabilitación

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you're feeling down.
I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain it
you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
I have become comfortably numb.

O.K.
Just a little pin prick.
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.

But I have become comfortably numb.

"Comfortably numb"
Pink Floyd

sábado, 4 de septiembre de 2004

Accidente

Van ya 9 meses de recorrido por las veredas de la inmovilidad. Doscientos setenta y tantos días de padecer un calvario. Eternas horas de ortopedistas y neurólogos, inmensidad de minutos respirando lesiones ocupatorias, casi un año de sentir tan sólo la mitad de mi organismo, de terminologías hasta ahora desconocidas en mi mundo: de punciones medulares, mielografías, luxación discal, herniación lumbar, resonancias, tumores. Traumatismo espinal. Férulas y metales en cuerpo. Narcóticos, antiepilépticos, antidepresivos, antiespasmódicos y esteroides. Carbamazepina. Amitriptilina. Dexametasona. Metilprednisolona.
Lo que queda bien de mi columna lanza gritos sordos de sufrimiento.
Y ahora esa urgencia de viajar hasta las fisioterapias me lleva a no nada más no encontrar la cura a mi mal, sino a reencontrarme con todo el dolor… infinito y sepulcral.
Accidente inicia con "a".
"A" de amor.
"A" de ausencia.
"A" de ay.