Eros y la civilización

En finalización con Chinnamasta, aparecen proyectos antiguos que tenía ganas de realizar.  Esta canción del gran Javier Krahe bien podría ser un himno del Tantra Planetario. A mí esta lírica del Krahe lleva mucho tiempo rondándome, mucho antes de entrar en el Tantra Planetario, la música de Krahe sonaba en casa y el placer removía el ambiente.

Sé que otros PSKs (pleasure-seeking kalikas) puede que la disfruten tanto como JM y yo, así que !va por ustedes! Traduzco al inglés la letra para que el mundo angloparlante conozca la buena cultura española.

“Eros and the civilization” Javier Krahe Although I’ve felt a cataclysm when I saw you, I Can no longer love you, nothing is the same. Since you got married I use unguent, good for the fatigue of my torment. Both of us know well, very well, that it’s inappropriate now so good-bye. You say you are so unhappily married, so badly hurt, that changes nothing, forbidden fruit, and stop chatting that you may make I get mixed up, I don’t say that when you wish so you won’t get it. You still hold a great power nowadays, but it’s impossible and I leave. You may start and smile and I’m in a hurry, you may cause I get mixed up with your smile. You may start and touch me in your way, knowing that you arouse weakness in me. Weakness and a tremor under the skin, be a good girl, my ex-lover, don’t be cruel. You may start and kiss me as you know, with tongue and very severe promises, or you may hug me so tight that you don’t disentagle, my darling, and I can no longer think, ergo non sum, and down to the ground we go, zas and catapún. Here on the pavement I honor the sun on Antequera wildly. You may fuck me the way I like and blisters appear and some “I love you”. And a man goes out from the bar with his elixir´ that he has to put down to clap. People from other bars follow his steps. Many glasses get broken, hundreds, thousands. All the street is full of broken glass, children cut themselves, the valley is flooded, the nation is flooded, the future, civilization and good living. And the American send planes against the Mexican hell! because they think that Spain is down there. And then they are puzzled by their bad work. It would be the chaos and world war, and I’m not fond of it or goes wrong with me. Keep that hand still, smiling girl, don’t you see that the whole planet has the attention on you? Don’t approach your mouth, don’t hug me, get out, crazy insane girl, what are you doing? The end of the world is near and we may not care and it’s a pleasure. All the street is full of broken glass, children cut themselves, the valley is flooded, the nation is flooded, the future, civilization and good living, and the American send planes against the Colombian fearless! And we don’t care, and it is a pleasure. The end of the world now, the end of the world now, and we don’t care, damn it, woman! RG y JM, Chinnamasta 2016