De
la grandeza de algunos artistas habla la dificultad para crear variaciones de
sus creaciones sin caer en la burda repetición o, directamente, en el ridículo.
Siglos después de Velázquez tuvo que llegar un visionario perturbado como Bacon
para atreversecon su Inocencio X.
Jeff sí podía darle una vuelta de tuerca más a Nina
o a Leonard. Sin embargo
con él no hay manera. Quizás aún no; quizás sea demasiado
pronto. Hace unos días cayó en mis manos está encomiable variación. Estamos
cerca.
Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the
funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know
When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know
When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
3 comentarios:
A.- La primera vez que vi en directo este cuadro de Velázquez, no pude evitar mirar a la gente que me rodeaba para comprobar si estaban viendo lo mismo que yo. Me invadió el mismo rubor que se siente cuando te desnudas ante quien sabes que te mira.
Velázquez no pintó el alma de Inocencio X, sino el alma condenada. Inevitable la referencia a Dorian.
Recuerdo un corto de A. Hitchcock: un hombre sufría un accidente que le provocaba una parálisis, pudiendo mover tan solo el dedo meñique de su mano derecha. Cuando le rescataron pensaron que estaba muerto, aunque él confiaba en que se percataran del movimiento de su dedo. Al subirlo a la camilla, su mano derecha quedó atrapada bajo la pierna. Puedes imaginar la agonía posterior.
Inocencio X está vivo, pero atrapado bajo el peso de siglos de pintura.
Su alma henchida de poder, se incrusta en el que la observa doblegando su sosiego, pero es un alma condenada, pues no puede ejecutarlo.
A veces lo he mirado fijamente esperando el más leve movimiento aunque a decir verdad, no he observado su dedo meñique…
Bacon no pintó a Inocencio X, sino a si mismo.
B.- Aquí te dejo otra variación de “Lover, You Should´ve …”. El placer de tararear.
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Qué placer leerte. Aunque no esté deacuerdo contigo :-))
Y sí, a mí la mirada de Velázquez en ese retrato también me parece impúdica. Casi lasciva, diría.
Definitivamente, hoy estas siendo mi banda sonora
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