Dylan Thomas

EN MI OFICIO O ARTE SOMBRÍO

En mi oficio o arte sombrío
ejercido en la noche silenciosa
cuando sólo la luna se enfurece
y los amantes yacen en el lecho
con todas sus tristezas en los brazos,
junto a la luz que canta yo trabajo
no por ambición ni por el pan
ni por ostentación ni por el tráfico de encantos
en escenarios de marfil,
sino por ese mínimo salario
de sus más escondidos corazones.

No para el hombre altivo
que se aparta de la luna colérica
escribo yo estas páginas de efímeras espumas,
ni para los muertos encumbrados
entre sus salmos y ruiseñores,
sino para los amantes, para sus brazos
que rodean las penas de los siglos,
que no pagan con salarios ni elogios
y no hacen caso alguno de mi oficio o mi arte.


Tomado del libro, Poemas completos.
Que sabe acompañarme en las madrugadas.

Canción de New Order

"Thieves Like Us"

I've watched your face for a long time
It's always the same

I've studied the cracks and the wrinkles
You were always so vain

Well, now you live your life like a shadow
In the pouring rain

Oh, it's called love
Yes, it's called love
Oh, it's called love
And it belongs to us

Oh, it dies so quickly
It grows so slowly
But when it dies,
it dies for good

It's called love
And it belongs to everyone but us
I've lived my life in the valleys
I've lived my life on the hills
I've lived my life on alcohol
I've lived my life on pills

But it's called love
And it belongs to us
It's called love
And it's the only thing that's worth living for
It's called love
And it belongs to us
It's called love
Yes it's called love

Oh, love is found in the east and west
But when love is at home, it's the best
Love is the cure for every evil
Love is the air that supports the eagle
It's called love
And it's so un-cool

It's called love
And somehow it's become unmentionable
It's called loveAnd it belongs to every one of us
It's called love
And it cuts your life like a broken knife