Pecados Capitales: Ira

Dios te libre, hijo mio.

Bonus Track: El cuadro más triste del mundo

Gracias por la puta.

Silent Hill 3, again

Aburrido, intentando redactar un articulo sobre el Fenómeno Social Total y blablabla, subo este poema acertijo del Silent Hill 3. La traducción queda pendiente.

Pure eyes, blue like a glassy bead---

You are always looking at me

and I am always looking at you.

Ah, you're too meek ---

beautiful, unspoiled:

thus I'm so sad, I suffer---

and so happy, it hurts.

I want to hurt you

and destroy myself

What you would think

if you knew how I felt.

Would you simply smile,

not saying a word?

Even curses from your mouth

would be as beautiful as pearls.

I place my left hand on your

face as though we were to kiss.

Then I suddenly shove my thumb

deep into your eyesocket.

Abruptly, decisively,

like drilling a hole.

And what would it feel like?

Like jelly?

Trembling with ecstasy, I obscenely

mix it around and around: I must

taste the warmth of your blood.

How would you scream?

Would you shriek "It hurts!

It hurts!" as cinnabar-red tears

stream from your crushed eye?

You can't know the maddening

hunger I've felt in the midst of

our kisses, so many of them

I've lost count.

As though drinking in your cries,

I bring my hopes to fruition:

biting your tongue, shredding it,

biting at your lips as if tasting

your lipstick.

Oh, what euphoric heights I would

reach, having my desires fulfilled

like a greedy, gluttonous cur.

I longed, too, for your cherry-tinted

cheeks, tasty enough to bewitch my

tongue.

I would surely be healed,

and would cry like a child.

And how is your tender ear?

It brushes against my cheek;

I want it to creep up to my lips so

I can sink my teeth into its flesh.

Your left ear, always hearing words

whispered sweet as pie ---

I want it to hear my true feelings.

I never lied, no...

but I did have my secrets.

Ah, but what must you think of me?

Do you hate me? Are you afraid?

As though inviting you to the agony

at the play's end; if you wish, you

could destroy me --- I wouldn't care.

As you wish, you may destroy me

--- I wouldn't care.

Quiroprácticos

¿Sabia usted que los quiroprácticos de Gran Bretaña, asustados por haberles sido encarada la falta pruebas que sustenten sus tratamientos, y luego de llevar a tribunales este asunto como buenos pseudocientificos que son (en vez de refutar con evidencias), han borrado sus páginas web, en un intento desesperado por destruir evidencia que los certifica como charlatanes de corbata?

Enterese en la misma web anteriormente linkeada cual es la verdad sobre la quiropraccia: http://charlatanes.blogspot.com/2005/01/palmer-la-quiroprctica-y-sus-vctimas.html