La sirena subió hoy una hermosa poesía de nuestra Alejandra Pizarnik, y se acordó de Janis. Sí, la Joplin. Y como efecto dominó, se me vino al blog la Joan. Esa, que conocí porque le gustaba a Raúl, que tenía sus long plays y que never, pero never entendió una papa de english.
Saturday night, my friends, Joan Baez singing Janis.
De luxe, papá....
De luxe, papá....
IN THE QUIET MORNING (for Janis Joplin)
In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail
She once walked tight at my side
I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny
Torment from a child who knew
That in the quiet morning
There would be despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl
She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round
A symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound
There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail
She once walked tight at my side
I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny
Torment from a child who knew
That in the quiet morning
There would be despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl
She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round
A symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound
También Martha Burroghs se plegó a la movida. Haré lo propio, no cortemos la cábala de la ra,a femenina de la blogósfera!
ResponderEliminarPS: Jua, como palabra de verificación me salió "brava". Mencantó!
todas somos janis, y ademas todas somos las otras mujeres que le cantamos a janis.
ResponderEliminar¿a cantar dulcemente y a morir despues? No: a ladrar.
gracias.