Historia De La No Historia - Rodrigo Gonzalez

Esta es una historia

que no debes entender

mucho menos atraparla

chance tratarla de ver

esta es una historia

que no debes de comprender

pues no tiene ningun caso

comprender lo que no es

no tiene estructura

ni tampoco esta alrevez

siendo tan oscura

se te aplaude si la vez

carece de forma identidad o sonido

no tiene sabor ni mucho menos sentido

esta es una historia

como un piso arremonsado

como un viento inconciente

como un viaje sin robado

nada es lo que dice nada tiene que decir

puedes quedarte a escucharla

o tambien te puedes ir

no habla del amor ni del odio entre lagente

no habla del color

que predomina en la mente

no quiere ni ser

aquel ruido en esa esquina

o un acontecer en el cielo o en la cantina

esta es una historia

que no se ni por que canto

tal vez el vacío

con el que aveces me espanto

no se me ocurrio ni tampoco la escribi

yo no se de donde vengo

mucho menos que hago aqui

no se me ocurrio ni tampoco la escribi

yo no se de donde vengo

mucho menos que hago aqui

esta fue la historia

de la gente sin sentido

de los pueblos sin sentido

de los mundos sin sentido

esta fue la historia

de los soles sin sentido

de los cosmos sin sentido

de los dioses sin sentido

esta fue la historia

de los dioses sin sentido

This is a story

that you should not understand

much less catch her

chance to try to see

this is a story

what you should not understand

because it has no case

understand what it is not

has no structure

nor is it upside down

being so dark

you are applauded if the time

lacks identity form or sound

It has no taste, much less sense

this is a story

like a rounded floor

like an unconscious wind

like a trip without stolen

nothing is what it says nothing has to say

you can stay to listen to it

or you can also go

does not talk about love or hate between people

don't talk about the color

that predominates in the mind

doesn't even want to be

that noise in that corner

or an event in the sky or in the canteen

this is a story

I don't even know why I sing

maybe the void

with which sometimes I get scared

It didn't occur to me nor did I write it

I don't know where I come from

much less than I do here

It didn't occur to me nor did I write it

I don't know where I come from

much less than I do here

this was the story

of people without sense

of the peoples without sense

of the meaningless worlds

this was the story

of the meaningless suns

of the meaningless cosmos

of the meaningless gods

this was the story

of the meaningless gods