miércoles, 29 de octubre de 2008

Talk to me

Hacía meses que no escuchaba cierto disco de Joni Mitchell.
Lo puse mientras revisaba viejas carpetas donde guardo cosas que escribí hace... veinte años?
Estoy mirando esos papeles y mi vista se detiene en una hoja amarilla escrita en birome azul... "Hablame" dice el titulo... es una traduccion que hice del tema "Talk to me" de la Mitchell... que empezaba a sonar en ese momento!

Ella canta, urgente, y más abajo traduzco libremente algunos párrafos:

There was a moon and a street lamp
I didn't know I drank such a lot
'Till I pissed a tequila-anaconda
The full length of the parking lot!
Oh, I talk too loose
Again I talk too open and free I pay a high price for my open talking
Like you do for your silent mystery

Come and talk to me
Please talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me
Mr. Mystery

We could talk about Martha
We could talk about landscapes
I'm not above gossip
But I'll sit on a secret where honor is at stake!
Or we could talk about power
About Jesus and Hitler and Howard Hughes
Or Charlie Chaplin's movies
Or Bergman's nordic blues
Please just talk to me
Any old theme you choose
Just come and talk to me
Mr. Mystery, talk to me

You could talk like a fool-I'd listen
You could talk like a sage
Anyway the best of my mind
All goes down on the strings and the page
That mind picks up all these pictures
It still gets my feet up to dance
Even though it's covered with keyloids
From the "slings and arrows of outrageous romance"
I stole that from Willy the Shake!
You know-"Neither a borrower nor a lender be"
Romeo, Romeo talk to me!

Is your silence that golden?
Are you comfortable in it?
Is it the key to your freedom
Or is it the bars on your prison?
Are you gagged by your ribbons?
Are you really exclusive or just miserly?
You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency!
Come and spend some on me-
Shut me up and talk to me!
I'm always talking!
Chicken squawking!

Please talk to me


Uf, hablo demasiado,
otra vez digo cosas demasiado abierta y libremente.
Y de nuevo pagué un alto precio por esta cháchara,
igual que vos por tu misterioso silencio.

Vení, decime algo,
por favor, hablame.
Tu silencio es algo tan preciado?
Estás cómodo en él?
Es la clave de tu libertad
o son los barrotes de tu prisión?

Sos tan exclusivo, o sólo mezquino?
Amarreteás las frases como si fueran dinero marcado!
Vení y gastá algunas conmigo!
Haceme callar y hablame!
Yo estoy siempre hablando!

Por favor, hablame.

No hay comentarios: