GET DRUNK - Baudelaire
Always be drunk.
That's it! The great imperative!
In order not to feel Time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, Get drunk and stay that way.
That's it! The great imperative!
In order not to feel Time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up on the porches of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the dismal loneliness of your own room, your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock,ask everything that flees, everything that groans or rolls or sings, everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up on the porches of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the dismal loneliness of your own room, your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock,ask everything that flees, everything that groans or rolls or sings, everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will answer you:
"Time to get drunk!
"Time to get drunk!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"
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EMBRIAGAOS - Baudelaire
Hay que estar siempre borracho.
Todo consiste en eso: es la única cuestión.
Para no sentir la carga horrible del Tiempo, que os rompe los hombros y os inclina hacia el suelo, tenéis que embriagaros sin tregua.
Pero ¿de qué?
De vino, de poesía o de virtud, de lo que queráis.
Pero embriagaos.
Y si alguna vez, en las gradas de un palacio, sobre la hierba verde de un foso, en la tristona soledad de vuestro cuarto, os despertáis, diminuida ya o disipada la embriaguez, preguntad al viento, a la ola, a la estrella, al ave, al reloj, a todo lo que huye, a todo lo que gime, a todo lo que rueda, a todo lo que canta, a todo lo que habla,
preguntadle la hora que es;
y el viento, la ola, la estrella, el ave, el reloj, os contestarán:
«¡Es hora de emborracharse!
Para no ser esclavos y mártires del Tiempo,
¡Embriagaos!
¡Embriagaos sin cesar!
De vino, de poesía o de virtud; de lo que queráis.»
[Daniel Johnston - Living Life]
-gracias por descubrirme a este genio. ahora no puedo parar-
"Oh
There's hope for the hopeless
I'm learning to cope
with the emotion-less mediocrity
Of day-to-day living "
There's hope for the hopeless
I'm learning to cope
with the emotion-less mediocrity
Of day-to-day living "
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