"Probablemente moriré antes de cumplir los 25 años, pero viviré la vida de la forma en la que yo quería vivirla"
5 jun 2011
An american Prayer
Do you know the warm progress
under the stars?
You know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys
the kingdom.
Just born
And you're alive?
Reinvent the gods, the myths
of time.
Celebrate symbols from deep and ancient forest.
(Have you forgotten the lessons
the old war)
We need great golden copulations and.
Parents are hidden in the trees
the forest.
Our mother is dead in the sea.
Do you know that we are being led
by placid admirals to Mataz?
And that fat slow generals and being
obscene young blood?
You know we are being handled by the TV?
The moon is dry blood beast.
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
accumulated wars on innocent
pastors who are just dying.
Oh great created being's
grant us another hour to
perform our art
and improve our lives.
The moths and atheists are doubly divine
and die.
We live, we die
and death does not end with this.
We do travel to the
nightmare
clinging to life.
Our passion flower.
Clinging to cunts and cocks
despair.
We got our final vision
by applause.
The groin of Columbus
filled with green blood.
(I touched her thigh
and death smiled).
We have gathered in this ancient
and insane theater.
To propagate our ambition to life
and wisdom to escape the invading
the streets.
The barns are stormed
The windows are kept
And only one of the rest
to dance and save
with divine mockery
words.
The music ignites the temparamento
(When the true King's murderers
are left to run free
Men thousand arise
on Earth)
Where are the feasts we were promised
Where is the wine
the new wine.
under the stars?
You know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys
the kingdom.
Just born
And you're alive?
Reinvent the gods, the myths
of time.
Celebrate symbols from deep and ancient forest.
(Have you forgotten the lessons
the old war)
We need great golden copulations and.
Parents are hidden in the trees
the forest.
Our mother is dead in the sea.
Do you know that we are being led
by placid admirals to Mataz?
And that fat slow generals and being
obscene young blood?
You know we are being handled by the TV?
The moon is dry blood beast.
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
accumulated wars on innocent
pastors who are just dying.
Oh great created being's
grant us another hour to
perform our art
and improve our lives.
The moths and atheists are doubly divine
and die.
We live, we die
and death does not end with this.
We do travel to the
nightmare
clinging to life.
Our passion flower.
Clinging to cunts and cocks
despair.
We got our final vision
by applause.
The groin of Columbus
filled with green blood.
(I touched her thigh
and death smiled).
We have gathered in this ancient
and insane theater.
To propagate our ambition to life
and wisdom to escape the invading
the streets.
The barns are stormed
The windows are kept
And only one of the rest
to dance and save
with divine mockery
words.
The music ignites the temparamento
(When the true King's murderers
are left to run free
Men thousand arise
on Earth)
Where are the feasts we were promised
Where is the wine
the new wine.
La Poesía de Jim Morrison
"No era siempre tan fácil saber sobre qué estaba hablando Jim - ni él te lo diría nunca," dice Krieger. "Yo solo lo veía como arte, principalmente. No quería tener que estar dándole la brasa preguntándole sobre qué demonios estaba escribiendo."
"Tú no le podría preguntar a Jim: ¿Qué significa esta palabra?, ¿De qué es esta canción?, ¿Sobre que trata esta línea? Él menearía la cabeza y empezaría: No, no, noooooooo,"' "Pero este es el secreto de la poesía. Lo que signifique para ti y lo que signifique para otra persona puede ser enteramente diferente. Pero, ¿te hace pensar?, ¿excita tu mente? Ese es el punto de la poesía de Jim Morrison.
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