El confort no reconforta - Ojos De Brujo

Este es un tiempo propicio pa la modestia

como el sol da luz al d­a, fuerza y claridad se manifiestan

no importa latitud, altitud, (c)poca del a±o

cambia moneda, ganan los mismos, ver cada d­a otro enga±o.

Piel roja, tinta negra, papel blanco

traigo el pasado al presente, hago historia y la deshago

intuiciones, adivinaciones, bolas de cristales

vida ef­mera, conviviendo con todos los males.

Ruidosa calle esta es mi jerga

mil lenguas se hablan, mil bocas escupen fuego

mil loros ke pinchan bandas sonoras por las ventanas

no hay cal (c)s, no hay dirhams, no hay parque,

no hay pesos, no hay pasta, no hay nada.

Tє ya no sigas echando cuentas,

peseta, real, durillo y mЎs leyendas,

no solo importa tu nevera y pagar letras,

no hay tiempo, ni respiro, ni descanso, relajo o tregua

sigue!

sigue!

menos derechos y mЎs tuercas.

El confort no reconforta

y a cuchillo con el euro passa cuentas

Como una balada amarga,

invadiendo las tabernas

El confort no reconforta

y a costa de que sudores llenan cuentas

Tantos siglos tropezando,

siempre con la misma piedra

As­ estЎ esto oscuro…

…Parpadea la poca luz de la farola de aquel muro…

…Frena…

Hace tiempo que esta escrito:

La comodidad debilita al mЎs fuerte de los vivos.

Si…їquien es?

Sorpresa!

Un sonido,

un soniquete que te somete,

se te mete en la mente, latente,

ambiente envolvente, desde la calle para la gente.

Vente, Vente!

Aqui quien no siente miente

evidentemente

Ђ"puede que nunca te hubieras dado cuentaЂ"

que a cЎmara lenta siempre se ve

Imag­nate!

Incorpіrate!

Aceptalo!

Es hora de!

Caminar y poner la mirada de frente

hacia un camino diferente, gente

El confort no reconforta

y a cuchillo con el euro passa cuentas

Como una balada amarga,

invadiendo las tabernas

El confort no reconforta

y a costa de que sudores llenan cuentas

Tantos siglos tropezando,

siempre con la misma piedra

Derechos humanos mueren dia a dia calladamente

Personas sin papeles no ven salida a su vida legalmente

Inmigrantes encerrados en las iglesias en huelga de hambre

«їїDios no existe o por impago le han cortao el cable??»

Megamacromultinacionales

multipoderosas,

multideprimentes,

multicapitales,

multipatriarcales,

multisiderales,

multicoloniales,

multimilitares,

multiexplotadoras,

multidictadoras,

multimiserables,

multipoliciales,

armadas hasta los dientes.

Cultura barata cubierta en plata

mata y ata almas sensatas,

sombras inmediatas llenan miradas de pasta, basta!

Hasta cuando cultura nefasta

que aplasta en el metro y en tu casa?

Amansa la conciencia, manipula y cansa la esperanza

Hasta cuando fronteras con muertos de los dos lados

ЎEsto impone!

ЎDescompone!

Valen mЎs las balas blancas que las vidas negras dentro del mercado

ЎEsto no es justo!

Revuelta y cambio impulso

Sistema desengancho, descompongo y desajusto.

Naces, andas, ves, mueres

usa conciencia, implicate

cuando uno va uno viene,

se repite la misma insensatez.

Vaya disgusto!

…Consumo, Consuma, Consume a gusto…

(gracias a Pat por esta letra)

This is an auspicious time for modesty

as the sun gives light to the day, strength and clarity are manifested

no matter latitude, altitude, (c) time of year

change currency, earn the same, see every day another deception.

red leather, black ink, white paper

I bring the past to the present, I make history and I undo it

intuitions, divinations, crystal balls

ephemeral life, living with all evils.

Noisy street this is my lingo

a thousand tongues are spoken, a thousand mouths spit fire

a thousand parrots that play soundtracks through the windows

no cal(c)s, no dirhams, no park,

there are no pesos, there is no pasta, there is nothing.

You no longer keep counting,

peseta, real, durillo and more legends,

not only import your fridge and pay bills,

there is no time, no respite, no rest, relaxation or truce

follow!

follow!

less rights and more nuts.

comfort does not comfort

and a knife with the euro passes bills

Like a bitter ballad

invading the taverns

comfort does not comfort

and at the expense of what sweat fills accounts

So many centuries stumbling,

always with the same stone

That's how dark it is...

…The little light from the streetlight on that wall flickers…

…brake…

It's been written for a long time:

Comfort weakens the strongest of the living.

Yes… who is it?

Surprise!

A sound,

a soniquete that submits you,

it gets into your mind, latent,

enveloping environment, from the street to the people.

Come on, come on!

Here who does not feel lies

evidently

"You may never have noticed"

that in slow motion you always see

Imagine!

Join!

Accept it!

It's time to!

Walk and look straight ahead

to a different path, people

comfort does not comfort

and a knife with the euro passes bills

Like a bitter ballad

invading the taverns

comfort does not comfort

and at the expense of what sweat fills accounts

So many centuries stumbling,

always with the same stone

Human rights die quietly every day

People without papers do not see a way out of their lives legally

Immigrants locked in churches on hunger strike

«God does not exist or because of non-payment they have cut the cable?»

megamacromultinationals

multipowered,

multidepressants,

multicapital,

multipatriarchal,

multisidereal,

multicolonial,

multimilitary,

multiexploiters,

multidictators,

multimiserables,

multipolice,

armed to the teeth.

Cheap culture covered in silver

kill and bind sensible souls,

immediate shadows fill eyes with pasta, enough!

Until when disastrous culture

What crushes in the subway and in your house?

Tames the conscience, manipulates and tires hope

Even when borders with deaths from both sides

This imposes!

decompose!

White bullets are worth more than black lives in the market

This is not fair!

Revolt and momentum change

System disengagement, decomposition and maladjustment.

You are born, you walk, you see, you die

use awareness, get involved

when one goes one comes,

the same nonsense is repeated.

What disgust!

…Consume, Consume, Consume at ease…

(thanks to Pat for these lyrics)