viernes, 30 de abril de 2010

be bop

127 Chorus

Nobody knows the other siide
of my house
My corner where I was born,
dusty guitars
Of my tired little street where
with little feet
I beetled and I wheedled
whit my sisters
And waited for afternoon sun fall
call a kids

And ma to bring me back
to supper mainline
Hum washing line tortillas
and beans
That honey Pure land
of Mominu
Where I lived a myriad
kotis of millions
Of incalculable
be aeons ago
When white while joyous
was also
Center of lake of light

Jack Kerouac (México City Blues)