va todo al 180: la edición de la disquería Miles del Velez de Spinetta en 3 cds a cambio de esas monedas/ una edición reciente de "El casamiento del cielo y del infierno" de William Blake esquivale a otros tantos pesotes; cien de ellos y otros 80 mas/ monedas redondeadas de borde filosos y gérmenes surtidos, bailarines, lectores, nostálgicos pescadores anclados en un desierto esperando nuevas glaciaciones encarnando con fichas de casino de mónaco de 1947 200 francos dicen/ cantando:

A Case Of You

Just before our love got lost you said,

"I am as constant as a northern star."

And I said, "Constantly in the darkness

Where's that at?

If you want me I'll be in the bar."

On the back of a cartoon coaster

In the blue TV screen light

I drew a map of Canada

Oh Canada...

With your face sketched on it twice

You are in my blood like holy wine

You taste so bitter and so sweet

I could drink a case of you, darling

And I would still be on my feet

I would still be on my feet.

Oh I am a lonely painter

I live in a box of paints

I'm frightened by the devil

And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid

I remember that time you told me, you said,

"Love is touching souls"

Surely you touched mine

Cause part of you pours out of me

In these lines from time to time

You're in my blood like holy wine

You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you, oh...my darling

And I would still be on my feet

And I would still be on my feet

I met a woman

She had a mouth like yours

She knew your life

She knew your devils and your deeds

She said,

"Go to him, stay with him if you can

But be prepared to bleed"

You are in my blood like holy wine

You taste so bitter and so sweet

I could drink a case of you,my darling

Still I will be on my feet

I would still be on my feet

de Joni joni joni Mitchell posiblemente la versión de Prince/ esa con aquella hermosa parte de piano/ y como si tuviera un reflejo en el ojo/ una carambola de distintas ventanas/ glaciares/ diamantes soñadores/ ventanillas de trenes ballenas/ ecos de un instante remoto en la infancia/ posiblemente un glimp de amor puro/ puro/ como sentados en el borde del muelle pero en realidad/ sentados en la punta de la grua que construye aquella alta torre con amenitis donde después de dejarse caer nunca vivirán/ piense carajo! 180!... es un buen número/ y buscando por ahí en todas la calles/ pero nunca recordando que esas calles son parte de esa ciudad donde quedaste atrapado en el sueño de ella/ vas a seguir buscando/ voy a seguir buscando/ a robar un banco para comprar tres discos un libro y una fibra negra/ para seguir dibujando... 

escribirte estas cosas que nunca te llegan que pronto

nada han de ser

mientras tonto sonrío

son esferas de colores sujetas a la ley de la gravedad contenidas en un espacio cúbico con una clara tendencia a moverse como esferas líquidas: azules, naranjas, verdes, magentas, violetas. caen desde lo alto y se disponen una sobre la otra al azar y es nuestra meta retirarlas siempre como mínimo de a pares. despejar la pantalla. pasar al otro nivel. es mi actividad carcelaria, mi muralla mental china, mi picapiedrear. y mientras tanto escucho música, pienso, voy de un lado al otro. estoy al pedo con cierto estilo.
bobo bobo bobo. el record del bobo.

o este periplo: Rembrandt "La ronda nocturna" (1640) / King Crimson "The night watch" (1974) / Peter Greenaway  "Nine Classical Paintings Revisited" (2007)...

Shine, shine, the light of good works shine

The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime

That golden light all grimy now

Three hundred years have passed

The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast

The artist knew their faces well

The husbands of his lady friends

His creditors and councillors

In armour bright, the merchant men

Official moments of the guild

In poses keen from bygone days

The city fathers frozen there

Upon the canvas dark with age

The smell of paint, a flask of wine

And turn those faces all to me

The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft

And Dutch respectability

They make their entrance one by one

Defenders of that way of life

The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie

Guitar lessons for the wife

So many years we suffered here

Our country racked with Spanish wars

Now comes a chance to find ourselves

And quiet reigns behind our doors

We think about posterity again

And so the pride of little men

The burghers good and true

Still living through the painter's hand

Request you all to understand

EN CASO DE EMERGENCIA rompa el "vidrio" y cante:

"Don't worry about a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!.../ Singin' sweet songs of melodies pure and true, sayin', this is my message to you-ou-ou:" o en su caso "Here is a little song I wrote you might want to sing it note for note don't worry be happy in every life we have some trouble when you worry you make it double Don't worry, be happy...... "