Gracias a Napoleona leí esta nota sobre un examen en la Universidad de Cambridge en el que les pedían a los alumnos que compararan versos de Sir Walter Raleigh con algunas letras de Amy Winehouse.
Dos rockeros, dos poetas.
(¡esos son los exámenes que nos gustan!)
Acá abajo, dos definiciones del amor, una del siglo XVII, otra del XXI. Estos dos se hubieran llevado bien
Now What Is Love
Now what is Love, I pray thee, tell?
It is that fountain and that well
Where pleasure and repentance dwell;
It is, perhaps, the sauncing bell
That tolls all into heaven or hell;
And this is Love, as I hear tell.
Yet what is Love, I prithee, say?
It is a work on holiday,
It is December matched with May,
When lusty bloods in fresh array
Hear ten months after of the play;
And this is Love, as I hear say.
Yet what is Love, good shepherd, sain?
It is a sunshine mixed with rain,
It is a toothache or like pain,
It is a game where none hath gain;
The lass saith no, yet would full fain;
And this is Love, as I hear sain.
Yet, shepherd, what is Love, I pray?
It is a yes, it is a nay,
A pretty kind of sporting fray,
It is a thing will soon away.
Then, nymphs, take vantage while ye may;
And this is Love, as I hear say.
Yet what is Love, good shepherd, show?
A thing that creeps, it cannot go,
A prize that passeth to and fro,
A thing for one, a thing for moe,
And he that proves shall find it so;
And shepherd, this is Love, I trow.
Sir Walter Raleigh
***
Love is a losing game
For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game
Why do I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
Self professed... profound
Till the chips were down ...
know you're a gambling man
Love is a losing hand
Though I'm rather blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned
Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Amy Winehouse
y de paso, porque nos gusta mucho:
miércoles, 9 de julio de 2008
almas gemelas
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3 comentarios:
qué bueno!! es como que él hace preguntas y ella responde, es geñal :D
Estamos jugando al ajedrez.
Yo muevo tus piezas y vos movés las mías.
Entonces, ¿por qué son "tuyas" tus piezas y "mías" las mías?
Estamos viviendo.
Vir!
pasá por mi blog que tenes un premio!!!
besote!
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