Mad Girl's Love Song (Amores Imposibles)

A Julieta y Romeo… o ¿a Aquiles y Desdemona? Bien. Mejor,

 a quien corresponada…

« A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. »

W. S., Romeo and Juliet, S III, Exeunt.

Dice Lawrence Durrell, en Clea, que una mujer es sólo la idea que nos hacemos de ella, que sólo existe en nuestra mente que su presencia, incluso su cuerpo, es el lienzo sobre el cual pintamos nuestra idea de Ella. Misses Plath, al parecer opina lo mismo y, duda si la chica es real o, un invento de su mente. Lo que es cierto, es que cuando cae uno en estos trances, irremediablemente, el mundo sí cae muerto al cerrar los ojos, las estrellas bailan y se escapan los ángeles y, los demonias, como dicen, andan sueltos y, se apaga el infierno y, se cae el cielo. Pero cuando la eternidad (suele ser una corta eternidad) de estos amores, se acaba, resulta que hay que revivir al mundo, reencender el infierno, apuntalar el cielo, perseguir y capturar ángeles y demonios… en un halo de desencato tal, que los seis muertos en tres días de la tragedia de amor de Shakespeare, se nos quedan cortos… restan cosas  y faltan aún más, querer enamorarse de un rayo tiene sentido, así como olvidar, decidir al infinito, que fue un invento, algo que nunca sucedió, un sueño… pero los sueños no dejan marcas en la piel y lo único que nunca tendrá sentido, es vivir sin amor… El reino de este mundo es corto y lleno de drama, sin embargo hay seres bien dispuestos a morir o matar sólo por amor. Sin pregutar, porque lo saben, ¿por quién doblan? las campanas.

RP

Mad Girl's Love Song.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

I lift my lids and all is born again.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,

And arbitrary blackness gallops in:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

(I think I made you up inside my head).

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:

Exit seraphim and Satan's men:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,

But I grow old and I forget your name.

(I think I made you up inside my head).

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;

At least when spring comes they roar back again.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

(I think I made you up inside my head)."

SYLVIA PLATH

Traducción.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
- See more at: http://www.neuroticpoets.com/plath/poem/madgirl/#sthash.5sFLmz2H.dpuf

Mad Girl's Love Song

By Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

- See more at: http://www.neuroticpoets.com/plath/poem/madgirl/#sthash.5sFLmz2H.dpuf

Mad Girl's Love Song

By Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

- See more at: http://www.neuroticpoets.com/plath/poem/madgirl/#sthash.QMXcztCw.dpuf

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
- See more at: http://www.neuroticpoets.com/plath/poem/madgirl/#sthash.5sFLmz2H.dpuf

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
- See more at: http://www.neuroticpoets.com/plath/poem/madgirl/#sthash.5sFLmz2H.dpuf

Canción de amor de la joven loca.

Cierro los ojos y el mundo cae muerto;

Levanto los párpados y todo esta naciendo otra vez.

(Creo que te inventé en mi mente).

Las estrellas salen en un vals azul y rojo,

Arbitraria galopa la negrura:

Cierro los ojos y el mundo cae muerto.

Soñé que me hechizabas en la cama

Cantabasa ritmo de luna, me besabas con demencia.

(Creo que te inventé en mi mente).

Dios cae del cielo, las llamas del infierno se debilitan:

Escapan serafines y soldados de satán:

Cierro los ojos y el mundo cae muerto.

Ilusión de que volverías como dijiste,

Pero crecí y olvidé tu nombre.

(Creo que te inventé en mi mente).

Debí haber amado al pájaro de trueno, no a ti;

Al menos cuando llega la primavera, ellos vuelven a rugir.

Cierro los ojos y el mundo cae muerto.

(Creo que te inventé en mi mente.