muchos momentos ◎
Libros y escritores que me precedieron
Y cuando Lev añadió unas palabras más, escasas igualmente y muy difusas, delicadas —por la presencia de Lily—, los imaginé, a Baz y a Soledad, decidiendo el fin de sus días. Soltando sus cinturones de seguridad, eligiendo el lugar según ascendían la montaña, acelerando el coche, cayendo al vacío, destrozados contra los cristales, las piedras... Incluida la niña; ¡pobre criatura!
Benjamin Zephaniah (Handsworth, Birmingham, 1958 - 2023), poeta, novelista, músico, actor, profesor... y rasta. Y vegano. Y activista contra el racismo...
Refugee Boy (novela), Pen Rhythm (poesía), The Dread Affair (poesía), Rasta Time in Palestina, Too Black, Too Strong (poesía), We Are Britain! (poesía), Talking Turkeys (poesía para niños), Face (novela), The Life and Rhymes of Benjamin Zephaniah (autobiografía), Terror Kid (novela), Delirium (teatro)... son algunos de sus títulos.
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People will always need people
People need people,
To walk to
To talk to
To cry and rely on,
People will always need people.
To love and to miss
To hug and to kiss,
It’s useful to have other people.
To whom to moan
If you’re all alone,
It’s so hard to share
When no one is there.
There’s not much to do
When there’s no one but you.
People will always need people.
💕
To please
To tease
To put you at ease,
People will always need people.
To make life appealing
And give life some meaning,
It’s useful to have other people.
It you need a change
To whom will you turn.
If you need a lesson
From whom will you learn.
If you need to play
You’ll know why I say
People will always need people.
💕
As girlfriends
As boyfriends
From Bombay
To Ostend,
People will always need people.
To have friendly fights with
And share tasty bites with,
It’s useful to have other people.
People live in families
Gangs, posses and packs,
Its seems we need company
Before we relax,
So stop making enemies
And let’s face the facts,
People will always need people,
Yes
People will always need people.
💕
Not Problem
I am not de problem
But I bear de brunt
Of the silly playground taunts
An racist stunts,
I am not de problem
I am born academic
But dey got me on de run
Now im a branded athletic
I am not de problem
If yu give I a chance
I can teach yu of Timbuktu
I can do more dan dance
I am not de problem
I greet yu wid a smile
Yu put me in a pigeon hole
But i am versatile
These conditions may affect me
As I get older,
An I am positively sure
I have no chips on my shoulders,
Black is not de problem
Mother country get it right
An juss fe de record,
Sum of me best friends are white.
Continuará...
https://datos.bne.es/persona/XX1771294.html
https://benjaminzephaniah.com/biography/?doing_wp_cron=1777111572.1431798934936523437500
https://poetrysociety.org.uk/news/benjamin-zephaniah-leading-british-poet-dies-at-65/
https://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-67646607
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G67RPS2I_so
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5TsvBUBLzU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGPxzM0jpqk&t=1s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXDxMH2EUTY&t=1s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9R6x-WdbFk
https://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-67646607
https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/benjamin-zephaniah-too-black-too-strong
https://www.theblackarthub.co.uk/benjamin-zephaniah-library
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-OtLgQtLMQ
https://www.epdlp.com/escritor.php?id=19924
https://www.independent.co.uk/topic/benjamin-zephaniah
https://www.youtube.com/@BenjaminZephaniah
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8YgeGaLmSg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0e3hHOW3YOE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsC3QAFrf8E
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gHuwVnpGspk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2TiNi9w-XE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lU5IX_UKEjM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhaXDfIGGzA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtwmXjrMkAk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQzSWF9Al_w
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Zephaniah
https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Zephaniah
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dub_poet
Por muy rutinaria...
Tu vida es vida.
No es más que instantes,
la vida.
Correr,
de acá a allá,
de allá a acá,
no la agarrarás,
se escabullirá...
El afán de la hormiga te perderás,
el rayo verde del atardecer de marzo,
tu propio suspiro
cuando se cruza un gato,
o se te sale un zapato...
Pensando en lo que
quizás no estuvo
ni ya está...
La vida siempre,
detente,
delante.
Dentro.
El instante.
Deja de hablar.
Y mira,
y siente.
Y respira.
Es la vida.
El pasado,
vivido y olvidado,
convertido en intuición.
Y el futuro, con moderación,
una pequeña previsión...
Pero...
Ahora, ahora,
pasa un avión,
me estoy cociendo arroz,
sube el ascensor,
hace ya calor,
late mi corazón...
Consciente de mi respiración.
Vida. Vida.
Ana Ávila de Luna Navarrete
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