En las mejores escenas de Goya nos parece ver...
En las mejores escenas de Goya nos parece verla gente del mundo
el momento exacto cuando
obtuvieron el título de
“humanidad sufriente”
Se retuercen sobre la página
en una verdadera rabia
de la adversidad
Se amontonan
lloriqueando con bebés y bayonetas
bajo cielos de concreto
en un paisaje abstracto de árboles marchitos
estatuas torcidas murciélagos alas y picos
horcas resbaladizas
cadáveres y gallos carnívoros
y todos los monstruos aulladores
de la
“imaginación del desastre”
son demasiado reales
es como si aún existieran
y existen
Sólo el paisaje ha cambiado
Están alineados a lo largo de los caminos
plagados por legionarios
falsos molinos de viento y gallos dementes
Son la misma gente
sólo más lejos de casa
sobre las autopistas cincuenta amplios carriles
sobre un continente de concreto
espaciados con suaves espectaculares
ilustrando ilusiones imbéciles de felicidad
La escena muestra menos carretas
pero con más ciudadanos nerviosos
dentro de carros pintados
y tienen placas extrañas
y motores
que devoran Estados Unidos
Traducción: Más Literatura
In Goya’s greatest scenes we seem to see
the people of the world
exactly at the moment when
they first attained the title of
‘suffering humanity’
They writhe upon the page
in a veritable rage
of adversity
Heaped up
groaning with babies and bayonets
under cement skies
in an abstract landscape of blasted trees
bent statues bats wings and beaks
slippery gibbets
cadavers and carnivorous cocks
and all the final hollering monsters
of the
‘imagination of disaster’
they are so bloody real
it is as if they really still existed
And they do
Only the landscape is changed
They still are ranged along the roads
plagued by legionnaires
false windmills and demented roosters
They are the same people
only further from home
on freeways fifty lanes wide
on a concrete continent
spaced with bland billboards
llustrating imbecile illusions of happiness
The scene shows fewer tumbrils
but more strung-out citizens
in painted cars
and they have strange license plates
and engines
that devour America
In Goya’s Greatest Scenes We Seem to See...
In Goya’s greatest scenes we seem to see
the people of the world
exactly at the moment when
they first attained the title of
‘suffering humanity’
They writhe upon the page
in a veritable rage
of adversity
Heaped up
groaning with babies and bayonets
under cement skies
in an abstract landscape of blasted trees
bent statues bats wings and beaks
slippery gibbets
cadavers and carnivorous cocks
and all the final hollering monsters
of the
‘imagination of disaster’
they are so bloody real
it is as if they really still existed
And they do
Only the landscape is changed
They still are ranged along the roads
plagued by legionnaires
false windmills and demented roosters
They are the same people
only further from home
on freeways fifty lanes wide
on a concrete continent
spaced with bland billboards
llustrating imbecile illusions of happiness
The scene shows fewer tumbrils
but more strung-out citizens
in painted cars
and they have strange license plates
and engines
that devour America