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Maria Sabina by Camilo Jose Cela
PART 1 The Town Crier In the high Sierra of Oaxaca The mushrooms of Fray Bernardino grow The Indians all call it nanacatlh It makes them drunk and it makes them sing of The heretics, the sages, the witches The golden bronze people of the teyhninti The red blood of the sweet sacrifice The red blood of the bird of the forest The red blood of the Ometepec child Sick with love and with vanity The red blood of the now dead warriors In the arms of the dirty young maidens But at the end of four long centuries Ile angel Maria Sabina was born She eats the bitter teunanacatlh And drinks rum and anis and pure clear water They condemned her to death on the gallows She cannot be saved by the wailing Of Valentina Pavlovna Wasson Nor by the stark ghost of Antonin Artaud Begging mercy from the devil Pardon from all the ruinous angels Many flames lit to Popocatepetl Or the total end of the world from the green gods Have pity on Maria Sabina And on the hearts of her hangmen Nameless, so that one can call them Deadly scorpions, naked, and famished Bald from cradle-cap and ringworm Wild from illicit astronomy Amen and high above the hundred heads Of the lamb let brilliant lightning bolts flash Chorus The whole town wants to hang Maria Sabina The whole town wants to see how the hangman from the city kills Maria Sabina The whole town wants to pull the dangling feet of the hanged Maria Sabina The whole town wants to kiss the skirt of Maria Sabina Maria Sabina I am a woman who cries I am a woman who spits I am a woman who no longer gives milk I am a woman who speaks I am a woman who screams I am a woman who gives life I am a woman who is now barren I am a woman who floats over the waters I am a woman who flies through the air I am a woman of the air I am a woman who drinks smoke I am a woman of light I am a woman who is pure I am a woman of rags I am a woman who eats flowers I am a woman capable of suffering hunger I am a woman who is suffering hunger I am a woman who often suffers hunger I am a woman without a tongue I am a woman of sticks I am a woman with eyes that neither see nor shine I am a woman who sees in the shadows I am a woman who caresses the drop of dew on the grass I am a woman made of dust and watered wine I am a woman who daydreams while a man rapes her I am a woman who always gets raped again I am a woman who does not have the strength to lift a pin I am a woman condemned to death I am a woman of simple inclinations I am a woman who grows snakes and sparrows on her bosom I am a woman who grows salamanders and ferns in her armpits I am a woman who grows moss on her chest and belly I am a woman whom no one ever kissed with enthusiasm I am a woman who hides pistols and rifles in the wrinkles of her neck I am a woman who has no teeth I am a woman with two rows of teeth I am a woman with three rows of teeth I am a woman who has teeth growing in her palate I am a woman who eats dirt I am a woman who cures her wounds with dirt I am a woman who does not jump with joy over the rooftops I am a woman without nipples I am a woman with six teats like bitches I am a woman who was buried alive I am a woman who enjoyed being buried alive I am a woman who drinks her father's semen in the flower of the mandrake I am a woman who smokes aromatic herbs in a pipe made of vertebrae from a blood-drained martyr I am a woman who is almost blind I am a woman who is almost deaf I am a woman who is almost dumb and paralyzed I am a woman who hovers around urinals and rubble I am a woman whose belly sings I am a woman who ignores sin I am a woman who undresses and dresses with freedom I am a woman who laughs for no reason at all I am a woman who is faithful I am a woman who is respectful I am a woman who is indecent I am a woman who grows frogs and water snakes in the sink I am a woman wrapped in a multicolored shroud I am a woman with brittle nails I am a woman who is losing her nails I am a woman who cannot remember when she lost her nails I am a woman who doesn't know solfege I am a woman who feeds fleas out of charity I am a woman with fetid breath I am a woman who is fat and unhealthy I am a woman whose vagina and anus were sewn UP am a woman whom no one looks in the eye am a woman who seeks shelter where she can, for example under bridges or in the beds of lepers I am a woman who loves fire am a woman who carries fire from one place to another I am a woman incapable of spitting lire Δ.
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PART II
Chorus All the crippled and sick old bitches want now to hang our Maria Sabina All the crippled and sick old bitches want now to see the expression of the hangman, while he embraces her through the air, our Maria Sabina All the crippled and sick old bitches won't be able to hang from the feet of Maria Sabina All the crippled and sick old bitches want now to smell the last droplet of sweat of Maria Sabina Maria Sabina Listen moon Listen woman, Southern Cross listen woman, star of sailors Listen candle of the dead Listen newborn rabbit listen sun and clouds listen woman wounded unto death Listen woman without a soul listen woman without a body Listen woman without love listen woman listen snail in the fountain Listen summer fly listen morning star Listen Andromache listen rain water listen bright day Listen dog's black mouth Listen lustful and comforted widow listen lustful and beautiful widow listen Mary Stuart Listen pauper of the whippings Listen Joan of Arc listen St. Andrew on the Cross listen pauper of the whippings Listen Messalina listen pauper of the whippings Listen flower of marijuana listen eye that has been trampled by beasts Listen sacristan who stas the oil Listen discolored soul in purgatory Listen lonely owl Listen Nicanor I declare that I am a corpse that sings I declare that I know how to raise columns with tears and saliva I declare that I can prepare elixirs of life and potions of death I declare that if I ask for mercy it is only to mock your heart I declare that I do not believe in your justice or your injustice I declare that I am guilty under the law that rules you I declare that I despise your law I declare that I spit on your law I declare that I feel compassion for you and for your law Chorus AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! Prepare the sentence for her, you Sheriff Prepare the rope for her, you Hangman Prepare the stones for her, you child Don't prepare the tomb for her, you there gravedigger, we demand that Maria Sabina be devoured by the wild birds and dried up by the wind AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! Maria Sabina Listen warehouse clock Listen sewer rat Listen young girl who won't look me in the eye today listen pimp listen spoiled harlot who allows her blood to be sucked by the pimp listen virgin who looks at yourself in the mirrow with fury listen you hangman with soft manners listen crap-shooter listen beer drinker listen profaner of corpses, friend of corpses, kin of corpses Listen flute player who sins with maiden goats Listen pin-pierced butterfly listen miserly hoarder of empty bottles listen Martin the fisherman who flies over the enraged sea listen aurora borealis listen rainbow of just five colors I laugh at your impatience I laugh because I know I will fool you with my pirouette I laugh because you do not know how to take advantage of occasions Δ.
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PART III
Chorus We demand that the hangman now place the rope on Maria Sabina We demand that her flesh be distributed so that we may boil it in our pots and pans. We demand that the watchmen drive away the crows and all the worms We demand a small bit of her warm blood to comfort us. Maria Sabina The Sacred Heart of Christ The heart of the Mother of Christ The heavens know me God knows me I am a cleansed woman The bird cleanses me The book cleanses me The water cleanses me The air cleanses me The flower cleanses me The heavens know me God knows me The Sacred Heart of Christ The heart of the Mother of Christ Chorus AY! AT. AY! AY! AY! Read us the sentence now, you Sheriff Get ready to swing your rope through the air now, you Hangman Wash out your mouth well now with rose water and cloves, you child Don't prepare the tomb for her, you there gravedigger, and drive away all the birds here and all of the worms because the flesh of Maria Sabina belongs to all men. AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! Maria Sabina You know that I love fire You know I carry fire from one place to another You know I spit fire if I wish to do so You know that I am a woman who washes her face with the blood of young men You know that I am a woman who washes her face with the blood of the dead Chorus Yes, yes we do know Maria Sabina You know that I am a woman who takes sitz baths in the blood of the lion Chorus Yes, yes, we do know Maria Sabina You know that I am a woman who turns herself into smoke You know that I am a woman whose heart is made of air You know that I am a woman who flies like a bird You know that I am a woman who floats like a cork You know that I am a woman who can still give birth You know that I am a woman whom you are going to kill You know that I am a woman no more licentious than other women You know that I am a woman who is whole and does not cry You know that I am a woman who spits in your faces You know that I am a woman who pees with noisy enthusiasm You know that I am a woman who feeds the old men with her milk You know that I am a woman who sings and rings the bell You know that I am a woman who sings and plays the violin You know that I am a woman who vomits with disgust over your heads Chorus Set off firecrackers so tha tthe horrid noise will protect our ears from the evil words of Maria Sabina Beat all your smallest children so that their loud crying will protect our ears from the evil words of Maria Sabina Call upon the wind and storm so that wails will protect our ears from the evil words ofMaria Sabina Maria Sabina The heart of Our Lord Jesus Christ The heart of his Most Blessed Mother 'Me saints in heaven and the angels know me God knows me I am a woman without blood The bird steals my blood The open book steals my blood The water steals my blood The air steals my blood The flower steals my blood The saints in heaven and the angels know me God knows me The heart of the Most Blessed Mother of Christ The heart of Our Lord Jesus Christ Chorus AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! Listen with care to the reading of the harsh sentence by the Sheriff there Miss not one small detail of the fine and careful work of the Hangman Raise up all your children, raise them high above your heads so that they remember this very moment for all of the rest of their lives Let's get him drunk. Get the gravedigger drunk and break up his hoe into a thousand pieces. Maria Sabina The Sacred Heart of Christ The heart of the Mother of Christ The heavens know me God knows me I am a cleansed woman The bird cleanses me The book cleanses me The water cleanses me The air cleanses me The flower cleanses me The heavens know me God knows me The Sacred Heart of Christ The heart of the Mother of Christ Chorus Take off the Hangman's blindfold Offer the Hangman a glass of good Tequila You must hold silence, respectful silence now when the Hangman closes both his eyes Long five the Hangman Constable There you have her Hangman Kill her now No one will ask you to account for your deed Executioner Forgive me, Maria Sabina, It will take one moment. One, two, three . Chorus Maria Sabina... Maria Sabina... Maria Sabina... Δ.
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Ο μάγος-Σ. Μάλαμας
Άρπαξε την πόλη αέρας χαρτιά σακούλες σαν πουλιά στον ουρανό Έμεινε με το βλέμμα του αδειανό Φωνάζει η θύελλα, σαν να ναι αρχαίο τέρας Πάει καιρός που νοιώθει ότι ξεχνάει μιαν άλλη πόλη μια πατρίδα κάπου αλλού Ένας παλιάτσος απ' την πόρτα του περνάει γελάει και τον πειράζει, τα ίδια του αραδιάζει Ήρθαμε από μακριά και πάω στοίχημα πως δεν θυμάσαι από όσο ξέρω τίποτα ο Μάγος που έφτιαξε τα σκηνικά είσαι εσύ και μένουν όρθια απ' τα κόλπα σου τα ανείπωτα Πέρασαν χρόνια κι άδειασε η αυλή του δεν τον πειράζει πια ο Γελωτοποιός ούτε και ο ίδιος πια θυμάται τη ζωή του ούτε τον νοιάζει πλέον ο καιρός. |
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Τα ξωτικά-Δ. Ζερβουδάκης
Σαν τις σκιές τα ξωτικά έρχονται νύχτα με φιλιά χορεύουν γύρω απ' τη φωτιά είναι της φύσης τα στοιχειά Μοιάζουν με κρίνα μ' άλογα με πνεύματα παράλογα σου λένε λόγια μαγικά αλλόκοτα συμβολικά Γύρνα την πλάτη σου στο φως σε όσα έμαθες μικρός δες πως σου λείπει ο χορός ο έρωτας και ο καημός Μέσα απ' την τρέλλα η λογική μέσα απ' τον θάνατο η ζωή ένα ταξίδι ο λυτρωμός ένα χαμόγελο ο θεός Σαν τις σκιές τα ξωτικά έρχονται νύχτα με φιλιά ζητούν ν' αλλάξεις πια ζωή ν' αλλάξεις πια διαδρομή Πρόσεξε όμως τι θα πείς ποιό πάθος θες να γεννηθείς Να' σαι τρελλός ή ποιητής σ' αυτόν τον κόσμο θεατής Γύρνα την πλάτη σου στο φως σε όσα έμαθες μικρός δες πως σου λείπει ο χορός ο έρωτας και ο καημός Μέσα απ' την τρέλα η λογική μέσα απ' τον θάνατο η ζωή ένα ταξίδι ο λυτρωμός ένα χαμόγελο ο θεός. |
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Διάφανα Κρίνα - Μνήμες του νερού
Ζω στον κολπίσκο με τους λίγους επισκέπτες
στο λιμανάκι μου όταν ο άνεμος φυσάει βρίσκουν απάγκιο σπάνιων κοραλλιών συλλέκτες ταξιδευτές που η ζωή δεν τους χωράει Σ' αυτή την έρημη ακτή κοιμάται η Πασιφάη μες στα ναυάγια του βυθού, η αγάπη μου η πικρή που το κλειδί της μοίρας μου στα χέρια της κρατάει καμιά χαρά δεν κάνει ότι ο πόνος στην ψυχή Κάποια βραδιά την έφερε εδώ το κύμα νεκροί αστερίες λαμπύριζαν στα μαλλιά της « η ομορφιά» κάποιος ψιθύρισε «είναι μνήμα που αφήνουν δώρα οι ξεχασμένοι της αγάπης». Αφού στο φως λουζόμουν κάποτε μαζί της τώρα που της ζωής το σούρουπο πλησιάζει σε μια σπηλιά που να θυμίζει το κορμί της θ' αποσυρθώ και θ' αγαπήσω το σκοτάδι
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Διάφανα Κρίνα - Μπλέ Χειμώνας
Μονάχα έχουν περάσει χίλια χρόνια
κι εγώ συνήθως πέθαινα από αγάπη Μέχρι που ήρθε αυτός ο μπλε χειμώνας ν' ανάψει αυτά που έσβησε ο αιώνας Μετρήθηκα στις ώρες του τυφώνα στις ώρες που η καρδιά ξερνούσε στάχτη ακίνητος στη δίνη του κυκλώνα ν' ακούω μονάχα να μου λένε πόνα, πόνα, πόνα, πόνα Το σώμα μου δε δόθηκε στις πέτρες δε στέρεψε το τελευταίο μου δάκρυ του έρωτα εποχές μάγισσες, ψεύτρες των πιο όμορφων νυχτών, ώρες αλήτρες Δεν θα συγκρίνω φως με το σκοτάδι ούτε λευκό αμνό με λύκο μαύρο Δεν θα με θρέψει άλλο μάνας χάδι Ας κλείσει της ψυχής μου το πηγάδι Μονάχα έχουν περάσει χίλια χρόνια....
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Διάφανα Κρίνα - Ένα δάκρυ κοραλλένιο
Κοίτα να ντύνεσαι καλά
Ηρθ' ο χειμώνας, πιες ακόμα μια γουλιά Σου 'χω φυλαξει μια αγκαλιά και μια χάρτινη βαρκούλα μια σταλιά Κοίτα στους τοίχους το λίγο φως Είμαι η σκιά σου που σου χαμογελά Τρέξε στην πόλη, βάλε φωτιά Θα είμαι δίπλα σου όπου κι αν πας Κοίτα να χτίσεις μια φωλιά κι εκεί να χτίσεις λίγο ήλιο απ' τα παλιά Σου 'χω φυλάξει μια θάλασσα και ένα δάκρυ κοραλλένιο μια σταλιά Κοίτα τα χέρια σου, αντέχουν πολλά Διώξ' τα σκοτάδια σου, κοίτα ψηλά Μείνε στην έρημο μες στη φωτιά Θα είμαι δίπλα σου όπου κι αν πας
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Diorama - e minor
finally contented soul
now did you lacerate me long enough while all enticing secrets were slowly whispering 'unearthly love' the words I have the spells I know were not enough to make you happy to make you smile again like roses your drugs in bloom in psychic beauty my frantic heart I thought I saw you gloating over my private inferno you owe me answers the words I have the spells I know were not enough to make you happy to make you smile again the nights and days – in wasteful void the glints of hope – as small defense the smiles I faked – the blood I shed my drifts of smoke – my 3 letter friends the words I have the spells I know were not enough to make you happy to make you smile again
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Diorama - Light
Here you are with your story
And no one wants to hear Here you are with your fiction And no one wants to see Except for you And your light, will it shine on? Shine for you and me And your light, will it shine on? Shine for you and me And your sad unknown islands Waiting for your thoughts On the horizon And your vacant eyes beside me Just a breath away Won't return my gaze Here you are And your liberation And your undulating dance In tantalizing slowness And your distance that you chose Tell me, did you find All your explanations inside yout Diorama? And your once invented gray Genius-like appearance Almost succeeded And your soundless cries for more Anti-life will die Away unheeded And your light, will it shine on?
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...Εσύ βουβή στην έρημο την φήμη σου θα σέρνεις επάνω σε αθώες ψυχές , σε μάτια που δεν ξέρεις , θα απανθρακώνεις τις καρδιές σαν μάγισσα του χθες , κελύφη άδεια πίσω σου με πόνο θα μαζεύεις. |
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