Nature Boy

I was just a boy when I sat down
To watch the news on TV
I saw some ordinary slaughter
I saw some routine atrocity
My father said, don't look away
You got to be strong, you got to be bold, now
He said, that in the end it is beauty
That is going to save the world, now

And she moves among the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
She moves something deep inside of me

I was walking around the flower show like a leper
Coming down with some kind of nervous hysteria
When I saw you standing there, green eyes, black hair
Up against the pink and purple wisteria
You said, hey, nature boy, are you looking at me
With some unrighteous intention?
My knees went weak,
I couldn't speak, I was having thoughts
That were not in my best interests to mention

And she moves among the flowers
And she floats upon the smoke
She moves among the shadows
She moves me with just one little look

You took me back to your place
And dressed me up in a deep sea diver's suit
You played the patriot, you raised the flag
And I stood at full salute
Later on we smoked a pipe that struck me dumb
And made it impossible to speak
As you closed in, in slow motion,
Quoting Sappho, in the original Greek

She moves among the shadows
She floats upon the breeze
She moves among the candles
And we moved through the days
and through the years

Years passed by, we were walking by the sea
Half delirious
You smiled at me and said, Babe
I think this thing is getting kind of serious
You pointed at something and said
Have you ever seen such a beautiful thing?
It was then that I broke down
It was then that you lifted me up again

She moves among the sparrows
And she walks across the sea
She moves among the flowers
And she moves something deep inside of me

She moves among the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
And she moves right up close to me

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Una Flor Amarilla

...Porque, al parecer, no había durado. El bistró y el vino barato lo probaban, y esos ojos donde brillaba una fiebre que no era del cuerpo. Y sin embargo había vivido algunos meses saboreando cada momento de su mediocridad cotidiana, de su fracaso conyugal, de su ruina a los cincuenta años, seguro de su mortalidad inalienable. Una tarde, cruzando el Luxemburgo, vio una flor.
—Estaba al borde de un cantero, una flor amarilla cualquiera. Me había detenido a encender un cigarrillo y me distraje mirándola. Fue un poco como si también la flor me mirara, esos contactos, a veces... Usted sabe, cualquiera los siente, eso que llaman la belleza. Justamente eso, la flor era bella, era una lindísima flor. Y yo estaba condenado, yo me iba a morir un día para siempre. La flor era hermosa, siempre habría flores para los hombres futuros. De golpe comprendí la nada, eso que había creído la paz, el término de la cadena. Yo me iba a morir y Luc ya estaba muerto, no habría nunca más una flor para alguien como nosotros, no habría nada, no habría absolutamente nada, y la nada era eso, que no hubiera nunca más una flor. El fósforo encendido me abrasó los dedos. En la plaza salté a un autobús que iba a cualquier lado y me puse absurdamente a mirar, a mirar todo lo que se veía en la calle y todo lo que había en el autobús. Cuando llegamos al término mino, bajé y subí a otro autobús que llevaba a los suburbios. Toda la tarde, hasta entrada la noche, subí y bajé de los autobuses pensando en la flor y en Luc, buscando entre los pasajeros a alguien que se pareciera a Luc, a alguien que se pareciera a mí o a Luc, a alguien que pudiera ser yo otra vez, a alguien a quien mirar sabiendo que era yo, y luego dejarlo irse sin decirle nada, casi protegiéndolo para que siguiera por su pobre vida estúpida, su imbécil vida fracasada hacia otra imbécil vida fracasada hacia otra imbécil vida fracasada hacia otra...
Pagué.

Julio Cortázar

Wildwood Flower

I will twine with my mingles of raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
The meadow so bright with it's emerald hue
And the pale and the leader and eyes look so blue

I will dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway
I woke from my dream and all idols was clay
And all portions of love then had all flown away

He told me to love him and promised to love
And cherish me over all others above
My poor heart is wondering no misery can tell
He left me no warning, no words of farewell

He told me to love him and called me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life's weary hour
How I long to see him and regret the dark hour
He's gone and neglected his frail wildwood flower.

Joan Baez