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Pablo

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,

y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.

Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado

y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.

Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma

emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.

Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,

y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.

Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.

Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.

Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:

déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.

Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio

claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.

Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.

Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.

Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.

Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.

Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

Sylvia Plath

I wish I had a Sylvia Plath

Busted tooth and a smile

And cigarette ashes in her drink

The kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week

The kind that goes out on her own

To give me a reason, for well, I dunno

And maybe she'd take me to France

Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance

In a mansion on the top of a hill

She'd ash on the carpets

And slip me a pill

Then she'd get me pretty loaded on gin

And maybe she'd give me a bath

How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath

And she and I would sleep on a boat

And swim in the sea without clothes

With rain falling fast on the sea

While she was swimming away, she'd be winking at me

Telling me it would all be okay

Out on the horizon and fading away

And I'd swim to the boat and I'd laugh

I gotta get me a Sylvia Plath

And maybe she'd take me to France

Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance

In a mansion on the top of a hill

She'd ash on the carpets

And slip me a pill

Then she'd get me pretty loaded on gin

And maybe she'd give me a bath

How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath

I wish I had a Sylvia Plath

Daddy

 

I feel so Mortified...

  

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