viernes, 19 de agosto de 2011

Poetry, porque sí.


Tres poemillas en inglés que he escrito entre ayer y hoy.
Spare:

I. Am.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, having fun.
Is it wrong to pretend that I have everything
when I have all that I need and indeed,
could have some more but more could have some?
And I know that I could give all that I can touch,
though it may not be much, and there are things to do,
fish to fry, birds to catch. But when they're caught and fried,
know that spare time is called free cause it's a commodity
for those of us who enjoy a certain amount of liberty.
So if you spare it, share it, for everyone's sake,
cause your mind is a treasure and it'd be a shame
to put it up on the shelf and keep it all to yourself.


Disbelief:
There are reasons to justify my disbelief.
And it frightens me to think that the key
could be somewhere beyond biology.
That the grand scheme of things is
written by physics, and I'm not free to will
my own free will after all.
That the answer to "why I'm this tall"
is the same as to "how far I'll go"
or even the meaning of life as a whole.
If I convince myself to pause and pretend
that "cause and effect" don't apply to me, well
did I even have a choice to begin?
Can I bend reality and spin it my own way?
Is there a universe where I'm not here and now?
Where I'm sitting at home, not wondering how
or even remotely care about why I got there?
If indifference was my preference, would it matter?
And if I drew the inference that this clutter,
this reasonable proof of my lack of control
isn't reasonable at all?
If I choose, do I choose? If I think, do I lose?
Do I win or do the latter? Does matter even matter?