lunes, 27 de febrero de 2012
Poemas traducidos hoy : Ghost
Tu sabes que eso a veces me asusta
Cuando te escucho decir mi nombre y no puedo verte
Alguna vez vas a aprender a materializarte antes de hablar?
Chico impetuoso, si es lo que realmente eres
Cuantos siglos desde que te has subido a un balcón
O haces esto cada noche con alguien más?
Tu me dijiste que nunca te irías
Y casi no me atrevo de creerte
Por que soy yo la que elegiste seguir?
Te gusto la manera en que me veo cuando duermo?
Era mi pelo más divertido enredado?
Son mis sueños más entretenidos?
Te reís cuando me quejo de que estoy sola?
Donde estabas cuando busque el mar
Como un amigo para hablarme?
En un año donde estarás?
Es suficiente para que puedas robar de mi mente?
Llenando mi pagina con música escrita en mi mano
Tu sabes que voy a quedarme con el crédito por que yo te hice venir de alguna manera
Pero por favor trata de cerrar las cortinas cuando te vas de noche
Oh voy a tener que encontrar alguien que se quede y me de calor
Sé que siempre asistes a mi fiestas de té de medianoche
Por el lapso de tiempo que yo tome tu lugar
si un día su nivel de azúcar se encuentra intacto
te habrás ido por siempre
me extrañarías en miles de años
cuando seques las lágrimas de otra?
pero tu dijiste que nunca me dejarías
y yo me pregunto si tendrás la decencia
de pasar a través de mi pared hacía otro cuarto
mientras me visto para cenar
pero cuando me atasco en la conversación
con camisetas de relleno las cuales adoras
y lastiman mis orejas donde estas?
no puedes cortarlas cuando bailo con otro hombre
es demasiado tarde para no inferir en mi vida
y me has hecho una esposa inadecuada
para cualquier hombre que quiera ser el primero en acostarse con su esposa
y no puedes solo volar por las habitaciones de la gente
y solo esperar decirles adiós con calma
cuando cambiaste el curso de su historia
y ni siquiera lo intentes
Donde estas ahora?
Parado detrás de mi?
Tomando mi mano?
Actualizando =)
If you turn the pages of the past
you'll often find a story without an ending
no 'Amen' to say it's over
all you have is a name you would rather forget
but it isn't over yet
not when you've built your castle out of barricades
to guard against the fools you beat so long ago
long before you even knew they were fools
but even longer since you saw a god in anyone
and for such an independent soul
you sure wanted to believe in someone else
can you blame them that you hate them
smirking girl, you ask too much
who said anyone would show you the way
who said anyone would care what you'll do someday
You're all alone here
you can't buy what isn't there
You're all alone here
you can't change what isn't fair
how obstinate you are
you can't forgive the
mall they did was make you cry
on every day that passed you by
how wise they were to know you didn't like them
how foolish they should have to ask you why
you'll often find a story without an ending
no 'Amen' to say it's over
all you have is a name you would rather forget
but it isn't over yet
not when you've built your castle out of barricades
to guard against the fools you beat so long ago
long before you even knew they were fools
but even longer since you saw a god in anyone
and for such an independent soul
you sure wanted to believe in someone else
can you blame them that you hate them
smirking girl, you ask too much
who said anyone would show you the way
who said anyone would care what you'll do someday
You're all alone here
you can't buy what isn't there
You're all alone here
you can't change what isn't fair
how obstinate you are
you can't forgive the
mall they did was make you cry
on every day that passed you by
how wise they were to know you didn't like them
how foolish they should have to ask you why
lunes, 20 de febrero de 2012
viernes, 17 de febrero de 2012
Constant- traducción
Este espacio vacío
No puede ser llenado
Tus palabras amables
Sangran a través de mi
Podría llorar
Pero solo perdería mis lágrimas
Solo otra forma de liberación
¿libertar que?
Estoy vacía
Podrías atravesar tu mano
Por mi cuerpo
Y toar la pared
Detrás de mi
¿pero quien?
Por toda mi vacuidad
¿Quién tendría la fortaleza
De levantarme?
Mi fe en el hombre
Mortal esta seriamente dañada
Los dioses han
Probado estar sordos
O tal vez tienen un sentido
Del humor perverso
Aparentemente estos son
dioses europeos
para los que no hay
nada más gracioso
que un hombre gordo
en un tutu
emilie autumn little boy poem your sugar sit untoched
Little boy
why did you have to chase me so hard
didn't your mother show you what to do
didn't your father tell you not to push
Little boy
we could have been great friends
but you frightened me to death you see
you made a rabbit out of me
and now we can't go back to being anything
perhaps I ought to thank you
for you took my innocence away
and made me cruel
how did you know I'd need that later on
you taught me to hide and you taught me to lie
and to tremble at the telephone
to scream but never cry
surely you were wise beyond your years
for you planted in me unknown fears
that since I've met time and again
I wish I could have known it then
I might have been grateful for the experience
rather than for the darkness
so useful to the hunted deer who doesn't know the way
but really I would not have known
into how many arms a girl will let herself be thrown
just to escape the one who wants her most
better to dance with ten who won't remember her name
than to be asked by one who can't forget it
Little boy
you made me feel guilt that day
which never fully went away
you told the world you hated me
and that's when I began to see
how much it must have hurt
to have dressed up in your first clean shirt
and hope like hell she'd understand
the things you felt, and take your hand
but damn you little boy I never had a chance
you couldn't see I wasn't ready
for what you monsters call romance
Little boy
you never looked at me the same
as though you didn't know my name
and in the end you made me hate myself for hurting you
but no one ever stopped to tell me what I ought to do
Little boy
maybe someday you'll walk my way
and listen to the song I play
and if you're still fond of passing notes
perhaps we'll shed our children's coats
and talk an hour or two of what's become of us and why
that finally we might say hello, forgive, and say goodbye
why did you have to chase me so hard
didn't your mother show you what to do
didn't your father tell you not to push
Little boy
we could have been great friends
but you frightened me to death you see
you made a rabbit out of me
and now we can't go back to being anything
perhaps I ought to thank you
for you took my innocence away
and made me cruel
how did you know I'd need that later on
you taught me to hide and you taught me to lie
and to tremble at the telephone
to scream but never cry
surely you were wise beyond your years
for you planted in me unknown fears
that since I've met time and again
I wish I could have known it then
I might have been grateful for the experience
rather than for the darkness
so useful to the hunted deer who doesn't know the way
but really I would not have known
into how many arms a girl will let herself be thrown
just to escape the one who wants her most
better to dance with ten who won't remember her name
than to be asked by one who can't forget it
Little boy
you made me feel guilt that day
which never fully went away
you told the world you hated me
and that's when I began to see
how much it must have hurt
to have dressed up in your first clean shirt
and hope like hell she'd understand
the things you felt, and take your hand
but damn you little boy I never had a chance
you couldn't see I wasn't ready
for what you monsters call romance
Little boy
you never looked at me the same
as though you didn't know my name
and in the end you made me hate myself for hurting you
but no one ever stopped to tell me what I ought to do
Little boy
maybe someday you'll walk my way
and listen to the song I play
and if you're still fond of passing notes
perhaps we'll shed our children's coats
and talk an hour or two of what's become of us and why
that finally we might say hello, forgive, and say goodbye
miércoles, 8 de febrero de 2012
your sugar sit untoched traducciones:blackbird sonets
Soneto I
¿Cómo voy a volar cuando las plumas que no son mias
A pesar de todos mis deseos el cielo me atenderá?
Cómo atar mis fibras sensibles heridas seguras para ti
Así que tú a mí, como el sol a la luna, me descenderas?
O si quieres no doblar tu marco estrellado,
Deseosos de mantener tu frente o'ercrowned de la niebla,
Voy a subir de manera que tu lugar se mantendrá igual
Pero entonces no se apartará de alturas no besadas.
O si quieres no doblar tu marco estrellado,
Deseosos de mantener tu frente o'ercrowned de la niebla,
Voy a subir de manera que tu lugar se mantendrá igual
Pero entonces no se apartará de alturas no besadas.
Para negocios puedan ser alcanzados y se mantiene con orgullo
Cuando los amantes de sus justas demandas piel nunca.
Cuando los amantes de sus justas demandas piel nunca.
Soneto II
Los ojos de mi amante es más oscuro que la luna
O que son más brillantes? No puedo decidir.
Su voz tierna hace otra está fuera de sintonía
Y me enseña que no puede cumplir
Sus movimientos son de más de gracia felina
Sus manos son suaves y pálidas como el marfil
Y aunque rara vez he visto un rostro extraño,
Más parece perfecto que debo aborrecer a ver
Para otros puede ser más agradable, en parte,
Sin embargo, todo mi amor sigue siendo una obra de arte.
Los ojos de mi amante es más oscuro que la luna
O que son más brillantes? No puedo decidir.
Su voz tierna hace otra está fuera de sintonía
Y me enseña que no puede cumplir
Sus movimientos son de más de gracia felina
Sus manos son suaves y pálidas como el marfil
Y aunque rara vez he visto un rostro extraño,
Más parece perfecto que debo aborrecer a ver
Para otros puede ser más agradable, en parte,
Sin embargo, todo mi amor sigue siendo una obra de arte.
Soneto III
¿Cómo es que sonrío cuando estoy triste?
¿De qué recursos puedo obtener esta fuerza?
Me he perdido nada, pero una cosa que nunca tuve
Para que no le iba a ir a cualquier longitud
Pero la distancia no se mide en un corazón
Así que podría llorar y decir que he sido tratado injustamente
Y, sin embargo, como siempre, estar tan lejos
A partir de él a quien le juró que yo pertenecía
Por desgracia, le echo la culpa, como si fuera cierto
Yo lo amaba, pero, pobre tonto, que nunca conoció.
Soneto IV¿Cómo es que sonrío cuando estoy triste?
¿De qué recursos puedo obtener esta fuerza?
Me he perdido nada, pero una cosa que nunca tuve
Para que no le iba a ir a cualquier longitud
Pero la distancia no se mide en un corazón
Así que podría llorar y decir que he sido tratado injustamente
Y, sin embargo, como siempre, estar tan lejos
A partir de él a quien le juró que yo pertenecía
Por desgracia, le echo la culpa, como si fuera cierto
Yo lo amaba, pero, pobre tonto, que nunca conoció.
Si todo lo que amo yo, como estoy,
Entonces ¿por qué tú no haces el amor? ¿No ves
Un partido claramente perfecto? Si tú eres brillante,
¿Entonces por qué, cuando tú la hubieres amor, love'st no me sigues?
En su lugar prefieren a alguien muy lejos
De todo lo que dicen que más admiras? lo haría
Comprométase usted como un loco si se demuestra
Así loco eras mi barrio por su propio bien.
Y, sin embargo estoy haciendo la luz de mi propio dolor
Porque finalmente el amor, pero amor en vano.
your sugar sit untoched: rant II
What is feeling if it can be smashed so easily?
Have I built up anything in the
course of a happy day that cannot be torn down by tomorrow’s inevitable
sorrows? Am I so fragile that a word from the outside of the transparent orb that
encloses my physical self, being said, pricks the invisible dome and leaves me
utterly defenseless against the onslaught of everyday realities? And what is to be
said for rebuilding that shell? Will it provide me anything more than a few short
hours of divine oblivion? Ah, but what can be accomplished in a few short hours?
Many great things and these things, if carefully constructed, may perhaps furnish
a sort of hospital waiting room wherein, when I am next divested of my orb, I
might pass the time in slightly more comfortable surroundings than had I been
rushed directly to the operating table.
Have I built up anything in the
course of a happy day that cannot be torn down by tomorrow’s inevitable
sorrows? Am I so fragile that a word from the outside of the transparent orb that
encloses my physical self, being said, pricks the invisible dome and leaves me
utterly defenseless against the onslaught of everyday realities? And what is to be
said for rebuilding that shell? Will it provide me anything more than a few short
hours of divine oblivion? Ah, but what can be accomplished in a few short hours?
Many great things and these things, if carefully constructed, may perhaps furnish
a sort of hospital waiting room wherein, when I am next divested of my orb, I
might pass the time in slightly more comfortable surroundings than had I been
rushed directly to the operating table.
jueves, 2 de febrero de 2012
your sugar sit untoched:Homesick Sonnets"
Sonnet I
In times of warmth when love and comfort dear
Have cast their blindless light upon my star,
How is it that I wish to disappear
And find myself again back where you are?
Is it that home is only home with you?
And how then did you earn your house that name
When judged by years it’s relatively new?
My home is not my home here just the same.
And so I will be happy as I must
Although without you sugar tastes as dust.
Sonnet II
What sweetened torture I endure each day
When hour after hour passes by
And still I feel so very far away
From that which I desire - yes, thee and I
Yet rosey is my sadness, for ere now,
I never had pined after someone’s touch
Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor raven brow
And here I am missing almost too much.
My paradox is that I weep at this
While being glad I have a love to miss.
Sonnet III
Heartsick I have been this long, long day
Heavy is my disposition, yet
I smile and try my best to hide away
The pain, the life, the love I can’t forget
Sorry am I for the ones I fool
They ask for nothing save my company
And yet I cannot seem to break the rule
That sayeth once I love twice bound I’ll be
Alas, I often slip and to them show
That far away my heart desires to go.
Sonnet IV
It seems only a moment past
I listened to the dulcet tone
Of thy too far off voice at last
But now I find myself alone
Yet, my eyes closed, I am not so
For underneath my fingertips
I feel your flesh, caressing slow,
And hold thy tongue between my lips
Past caring how forlorn it seems
I’ll sleep to meet you in my dreams.
Sonnet V
A cold wind ravages my mind
As though I were a blade of grass
Which, rained upon, has been made blind
And waits now for the storm to pass
But, strange, the closer cometh I
To travel’s end and your embrace
The darker seems to go the sky
The further off seemeth your face
‘Tis trying, when in pain, to rhyme
‘Tis harder still to measure time.
In times of warmth when love and comfort dear
Have cast their blindless light upon my star,
How is it that I wish to disappear
And find myself again back where you are?
Is it that home is only home with you?
And how then did you earn your house that name
When judged by years it’s relatively new?
My home is not my home here just the same.
And so I will be happy as I must
Although without you sugar tastes as dust.
Sonnet II
What sweetened torture I endure each day
When hour after hour passes by
And still I feel so very far away
From that which I desire - yes, thee and I
Yet rosey is my sadness, for ere now,
I never had pined after someone’s touch
Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor raven brow
And here I am missing almost too much.
My paradox is that I weep at this
While being glad I have a love to miss.
Sonnet III
Heartsick I have been this long, long day
Heavy is my disposition, yet
I smile and try my best to hide away
The pain, the life, the love I can’t forget
Sorry am I for the ones I fool
They ask for nothing save my company
And yet I cannot seem to break the rule
That sayeth once I love twice bound I’ll be
Alas, I often slip and to them show
That far away my heart desires to go.
Sonnet IV
It seems only a moment past
I listened to the dulcet tone
Of thy too far off voice at last
But now I find myself alone
Yet, my eyes closed, I am not so
For underneath my fingertips
I feel your flesh, caressing slow,
And hold thy tongue between my lips
Past caring how forlorn it seems
I’ll sleep to meet you in my dreams.
Sonnet V
A cold wind ravages my mind
As though I were a blade of grass
Which, rained upon, has been made blind
And waits now for the storm to pass
But, strange, the closer cometh I
To travel’s end and your embrace
The darker seems to go the sky
The further off seemeth your face
‘Tis trying, when in pain, to rhyme
‘Tis harder still to measure time.
Hoy en your sugar sit untoched: 4."At What Point Does A Shakespeare Say"
Creo que es momento de escribir una obra de teatro
¿Qué tema ¿será hoy
Una tragedia que he hecho
Dos amantes se han unido
Las audiencias están encantados
No hay duda de que pronto será nombrado caballero
l fama real que he ganado
La Reina ha llegado a todos los espectáculos
Y, de adulación, que finge saber
Una copla de un verso, también
Una frase de una canción
Pero los que tienen por objeto place
Por encima de todo en mi kneeseth
Son la gente que la tos y el sneezeth
A través de mi prosa sublime
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