Los irlandeses y los andaluces, como siempre, al rescate.
Flann O'Brien |
Luis Cernuda |
| When things go wrong and will not come right, Though you do the best you can, When life looks black as the hour of night - A pint of plain is your only man. When money's tight and hard to get And your horse has also ran, When all you have is a heap of debt - A pint of plain is your only man. When health is bad and your heart feels strange, And your face is pale and wan, When doctors say you need a change, A pint of plain is your only man. When food is scarce and your larder bare And no rashers grease your pan, When hunger grows as your meals are rare - A pint of plain is your only man. In time of trouble and lousey strife, You have still got a darlint plan You still can turn to a brighter life - A pint of plain is your only man. |
Estar cansado tiene plumas, tiene plumas graciosas como un loro, plumas que desde luego nunca vuelan, mas balbucean igual que loro. Estoy cansado de las casas, prontamente en ruinas sin un gesto; estoy cansado de las cosas, con un latir de seda vueltas luego de espaldas. Estoy cansado de estar vivo, aunque más cansado sería el estar muerto; estoy cansado del estar cansado entre plumas ligeras sagazmente, plumas del loro aquel tan familiar o triste, el loro aquel del siempre estar cansado. |
