olvida el tiempo durante un instante olvida que las batallas nunca se ganan que ni siquiera se libran olvida que la victoria es una ilusion olvida que nadie puede ayudarnos olvida que nadie necesita ayuda olvida la desesperación olvida que nos hemos perdido que nos estamos perdiendo que afuera no hay nada y que adentro solo hay vacío justo ahora, este efímero recuerdo, es todo lo que tienes y todo lo que tendrás
Song of Avignon Today I realized that I'm 40 and that immense emptiness surrounds me and my soul. I have come to this and it is here that my life had led me to. I am in thick darkness, often feeling like I'm sinking. I reach for air and I feel today that the only way out, my only hope is to submerge perhaps into this blackness completely, like into a coma, not to run away from it, not to stare into it, but to embrace it and thus go beyond it with or without perhaps. The pain is stronger than ever. I have seen bits of lost paradises and I know that I will be hopelessly trying to return even if it hurts. The deeper I swing into the regions if nothingness, the further I am thrown back into myself, each time more and more frightening depths below me, until my very being becomes dizzy. There are brief glimpses of clear sky, like falling out of a tree, so I have some idea where I am going, but there is still too much clarity and straight order of things, I am getting always the same number somehow. So I vomit out broken bits of words and syntax of the countries I’ve passed through, broken limbs of slaughtered houses, geographies. My heart is poisoned, my brain left in shreds of horror and sadness. I never let you down, world, but you did lousy things to me. This feeling of going nowhere, of being stuck, the feeling of Dante’s first strophe, as if afraid of the next step, next stage. As long as I don’t sum up myself, stay on the surface, I don’t have to move forward, I don’t have to make painful and terrible decisions, choices, where to go and how. Because deeper there are terrible decisions to make, terrible steps to make. It is at 40 that we die, those who did not die at 20. It is at 40 that we betray ourselves, our bodies, our souls, by either staying on the surface or by going further, but true easiest decisions, retarding, throwing our souls back by thousands of incarnations. But I have come close to the end now, it’s the question will I make it or not. My life has become too painful and I keep asking myself, what am I doing to get out of where I am? What am I doing with my life? It took me long to realize that it’s love that distinguishes man from stones, trees, rain, and that we can lose our love and that love grows through loving, yes, I have been so completely lost, so truly lost. There were times I wanted to change the world, I wanted to take a gun and shoot my way through Western Civilization. Now I want to leave others alone, they have their terrible fates to go. Now I want to shoot my own way through myself, into the thick night of myself. Thus I change my course, my love going inwards, thus I am jumping into my own darkness. There must be something, somehow, I feel, very soon, something that should give me some sign to move one or another direction. I must be very open and watchful now, completely open. I know its coming. I am walking like a somnambulist waiting for a secret signal, ready to go one or another way, listening into this huge white silence for the weakest sign or call. And I sit here alone and far from you and it is night and I am reflecting on everything all around me and I am thinking of you. I saw it in your eyes, in your love, you too are swinging towards the depths of your own being in longer and longer circles. I saw happiness and pain in your eyes and reflections of the paradises lost and regained and lost again, and the terrible loneliness and happiness, yes, and I reflect upon this and I think about you, like two lonely space pilots on outer cold space, as I sit here this late-night alone and I think about all this and about you and for a brief moment I don’t know for how long we meet somewhere between the words, dreams, images, space between the words perhaps and I am happy. As I look into the cold endless space passing without sound without speed a metal blue endless distance between us, but I know you are there, I can feel your heartbeat, my love.
olvida el tiempo durante un instante
olvida que las batallas nunca se ganan
que ni siquiera se libran
olvida que la victoria es una ilusion
olvida que nadie puede ayudarnos
olvida que nadie necesita ayuda
olvida la desesperación
olvida que nos hemos perdido
que nos estamos perdiendo
que afuera no hay nada
y que adentro solo hay vacío
justo ahora, este efímero recuerdo, es todo lo que tienes y todo lo que tendrás
re radom, pero eso lo escribiste vos o es de Mekas?
Es de faulkner la cita en la que basas tu poema, no?
Serà por siempre mi fragmento preferido de Mekas
Nadya Palacios será que es el único esta traducido? :/
estremecedor, profundamente bello, quien no se ha sentido así alguna vez...
Song of Avignon
Today I realized that
I'm 40 and that immense emptiness surrounds me and my soul. I have come to this
and it is here that my life had led me to. I am in thick darkness, often
feeling like I'm sinking. I reach for air and I feel today that the only way out,
my only hope is to submerge perhaps into this blackness completely, like into
a coma, not to run away from it, not to stare into it, but to embrace it and
thus go beyond it with or without perhaps. The pain is stronger than ever. I
have seen bits of lost paradises and I know that I will be hopelessly trying to
return even if it hurts. The deeper I swing into the regions if nothingness,
the further I am thrown back into myself, each time more and more frightening
depths below me, until my very being becomes dizzy. There are brief glimpses of
clear sky, like falling out of a tree, so I have some idea where I am going,
but there is still too much clarity and straight order of things, I am getting
always the same number somehow. So I vomit out broken bits of words and syntax
of the countries I’ve passed through, broken limbs of slaughtered houses,
geographies. My heart is poisoned, my brain left in shreds of horror and
sadness. I never let you down, world, but you did lousy things to me. This
feeling of going nowhere, of being stuck, the feeling of Dante’s first strophe,
as if afraid of the next step, next stage. As long as I don’t sum up myself,
stay on the surface, I don’t have to move forward, I don’t have to make painful
and terrible decisions, choices, where to go and how. Because deeper there are
terrible decisions to make, terrible steps to make. It is at 40 that we die,
those who did not die at 20. It is at 40 that we betray ourselves, our bodies,
our souls, by either staying on the surface or by going further, but true
easiest decisions, retarding, throwing our souls back by thousands of
incarnations. But I have come close to the end now, it’s the question will I
make it or not. My life has become too painful and I keep asking myself, what
am I doing to get out of where I am? What am I doing with my life? It took me
long to realize that it’s love that distinguishes man from stones, trees, rain,
and that we can lose our love and that love grows through loving, yes, I have
been so completely lost, so truly lost. There were times I wanted to change the
world, I wanted to take a gun and shoot my way through Western Civilization.
Now I want to leave others alone, they have their terrible fates to go. Now I
want to shoot my own way through myself, into the thick night of myself. Thus I
change my course, my love going inwards, thus I am jumping into my own
darkness. There must be something, somehow, I feel, very soon, something that should give me some sign to
move one or another direction. I must be very open and watchful now, completely
open. I know its coming. I am walking like a somnambulist waiting for a secret
signal, ready to go one or another way, listening into this huge white silence
for the weakest sign or call. And I sit here alone and far from you and it is
night and I am reflecting on everything all around me and I am thinking of you.
I saw it in your eyes, in your love, you too are swinging towards the depths of
your own being in longer and longer circles. I saw happiness and pain in your
eyes and reflections of the paradises lost and regained and lost again, and the
terrible loneliness and happiness, yes, and I reflect upon this and I think
about you, like two lonely space pilots on outer cold space, as I sit here this
late-night alone and I think about all this and about you and for a brief
moment I don’t know for how long we meet somewhere between the words, dreams,
images, space between the words perhaps and I am happy. As I look into the cold
endless space passing without sound without speed a metal blue endless distance
between us, but I know you are there, I can feel your heartbeat, my love.
a wise way to broke my damaged heart.
Gracias por tanto!
RIP Jonas❤️
this is amazing
R.I.P Jonas Mekas.
Poco a poco queda menos que decirnos en esta síntesis sin antítesis...Y aún hay tantas cosas que quiero decirte.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
¿Alguien sabe donde consigo esta película completa subtitulada?
Gracias!!!
@@fernandoabbott5198 lo eliminaron:(
si vives en peru, en polvos azules
❤️
💙
de que pelicula es el fragmento?
As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty
♥
Alguien sabe donde puedo conseguir los subtítulos o la peli subtitulada?
@@yakitofilmsproducciones8747 Gracias!
si vives en peru, en polvos azules
ayzia
pueden ver mi video tributo a mekas acá :D ua-cam.com/video/9Uszm-z9qQ4/v-deo.html
soy una perra uwu
?
¿Alguien sabe donde consigo esta película completa subtitulada?
@@nicogzlz en donde?
Hola! Bájate Stremio, enserio puedes encontrar toooodo!