Seven Questions for Kurt Cobain
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This is something I just wanted to share... The following is a poem from an Spanish writter named Benjamin Prado, I made a thesis on him when I finished my college studies, and I just felt the need to share this author with the people on this board. The translation is mine and I hope I didn't ruin at all -I usually translate from English to Spanish, but not viceversa-. Hope you like it, it's from a book titled "Shelter from the Storm" and it was published in 1995:
Seven Questions For Kurt Cobain
Do questions exist or are they just
Something like wanting to catch your own hand
And finding a close door when you open it,
An empty hand?
How was that place:
Jimi Hendrix was walking under the purple haze
And Jim Morrison went into the blue bus?
Did you write at the end that sentence
By Neil Young: is better to burn out than to fade away
Because you were a part
Of that sentence just like a traveller
Is part of a train, that sentence
Just like a long train detained under the rain?
What was the answer:
To go so far that you’d feel alone;
To see the last angel –resembling
The shape of wind over some roses-
And shoot on him, on that sweet
Angel of loneliness, while the wind
Was bringing the heart of gashed roses
Like broken bottles in a river?
Where do you come from? Where are we all going?
Seven Questions For Kurt Cobain
Do questions exist or are they just
Something like wanting to catch your own hand
And finding a close door when you open it,
An empty hand?
How was that place:
Jimi Hendrix was walking under the purple haze
And Jim Morrison went into the blue bus?
Did you write at the end that sentence
By Neil Young: is better to burn out than to fade away
Because you were a part
Of that sentence just like a traveller
Is part of a train, that sentence
Just like a long train detained under the rain?
What was the answer:
To go so far that you’d feel alone;
To see the last angel –resembling
The shape of wind over some roses-
And shoot on him, on that sweet
Angel of loneliness, while the wind
Was bringing the heart of gashed roses
Like broken bottles in a river?
Where do you come from? Where are we all going?
"Random is not whatever"
-Charly Garcia
"OH! That saxophone would make a great pipe" -Homer Simpson
-Charly Garcia
"OH! That saxophone would make a great pipe" -Homer Simpson
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