I capítulo, Lolita - Vladimir Nabókov

Lolita, luz de mi vida, fuego de mis entrañas. Pecado mío, alma mía. Lo-li-ta: la punta de la lengua emprende un viaje de tres pasos paladar abajo para apoyarse, en el tercero, en el borde de los dientes. Lo.Li.Ta.
Era Lo, sencillamente Lo, por la mañana, un metro cuarenta y ocho de estatura con pies descalzos. Era Lola con pantalones. Era Dolly en la escuela. Era Dolores cuando firmaba. Pero en mis brazos era siempre Lolita.

¿Tuvo Lolita una precursora? Por cierto que la tuvo. En verdad, Lolita no pudo existir para mí si un verano no hubiese amado a otra... «En un principado junto al mar.» ¿Cuándo? Tantos años antes de que naciera Lolita como tenía yo ese verano. Siempre puede uno contar con un asesino para una prosa fantástica.
Señoras y señores del jurado, la prueba número uno es lo que envidiaron los serafines de Poe, los errados, simples serafines de nobles alas. Mirad esta maraña de espinas.

viernes, 28 de agosto de 2009

Remember when I took you
Up to the top of the hill?
We had our knives drawn.
They were as sharp
As we were in love.
If god crossed us
We'd take all his drugs,
Burn his money
And his house down,
And wait for the fire to spread.

Sometimes hate is not enough
To turn this all to ashes.
Together as one
Against all others
Break all of our wings to
Make sure it crashes

We're running to the
Edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the
edge of the world
I don't know if the
world will end today

I had no choice,
I erased the debt of our family,  
Let you say goodbye
With lips like dynamite.
And everyone
Turned their backs
Because they knew
When we held on tight
To each other,
We were something fatal,
That fell into the wrong hands.

Sometimes hate is not enough
To turn this all to ashes.
Together as one
Against all others
Break all of our wings to
Make sure it crashes

We're running to the
Edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the
edge of the world
I don't know if the
world will end today

We don't see death, we
see destruction   

See a new beginning
rise behind the sun
We can't never catch
up to them as fast
as we run
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