sábado, 12 de julio de 2014

Slaughter in the Dark - Vladimir Nabokov (13/50)

Margot is a teenager who meets Albinus, a rich artist in Berlin. She realizes about the capability he has to make her a great actrees. She plans to conquer his heart. In spite of his marriage, she separates the couple breaking Albinus' old links.

Rex is an old love come from past, he is an illustrator and friend of Albinus. Desire can not be hidden and Margot and Rex start to play the game of passion. That link strengthen when Margot's debut becomes a failure.

Problems do not stop for Albinus. Paul, his brother in law tells him about Albinus' daughter disease. She dies. The main character refuges in Margot idilic image. They marry.

In the honey moon through dark strategies, Rex escorts the couple. Albinus finds out the adventure of Margot. Anger catches him. He takes Margot and advances rutlessly until they have an accident. He becomes blind.

During the "darkness" of the artist, Margot and Rex enjoy his weak condition. Rex takes risks humilliating  Albinus. Paul gets suspicious about his ex brother in law situation. He visits Albinus and helps him to escape.

Albinus returns to Berlin. He can not speak. The betrayers try to lie him again; however, he has planned a slaughter in the dark.

A clean and beautiful story, probably inspired in the language of movies.

miércoles, 9 de julio de 2014

Sólo si...

Si cuando te desnuda te hace más digno

Si te besa y te reconstruye

Si se despide con un hilo de plata

Sólo entonces piénsalo.


Si cuando te mira une las heridas

Si durante las noches espanta tus demonios

Si al atardecer ilumina tu noche

Sólo entonces piénsalo


Si acaricia tu pasado avergonzante

Si con los años acepta tu aroma viejo

Si te acompaña al camino de la muerte

Sólo entonces piénsalo: vale la pena amar.

lunes, 7 de julio de 2014

Parque Nacional 30/06/2014



Faroles victorianos y verdes prados andinos,

es el dilema del viento y la velocidad

¿le has contado sobre cielos citadinos?

¿Le has contado sobre tu soledad?


Casas de alcurnias olvidadas

¿escuchas los sonetos y los políticos hablar?

Me he quedado en un banquito a susurrar;

quizás alguien me oiga, tal vez me pueda ayudar.



Llueve cuando quiere,

sobre la sabana del imperio olvidado.

Rafael Uribe muere,

solo, frente a la avenida del siglo pasado.