Posts Tagged ‘crisis’

Gobiernan los mercados

febrero 24, 2012

En Florencia, en el siglo XV gobernaban los Médici.

En el tiempo en que Pío II fue nombrado Papa, en 1458, el estado florentino era en realidad Cosme de Médici. Como dijo el propio Papa: “Los asuntos políticos se resuelven en su casa. Los puestos los ocupan quienes él elige. Él es el que decide si hay paz o guerra y el que controla las leyes. Es rey en todo, salvo en el título.” A los líderes extranjeros se les recomendaba comunicarse con él directamente, y con ningún otro en Florencia.

Leído en The Ascent of Money, de Niall Ferguson

Florencia XV

Poema sobre la crisis

noviembre 5, 2011

the crunch

too much too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody.

laughter or


strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks

armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking

an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.

there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock

people so tired
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners

it hasn’t told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place

unspoken to

watering a plant.

people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.

I suppose they never will be.
I don’t ask them to be.

but sometimes I think about

the beads will swing
the clouds will cloud
and the killer will behead the child
like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.

too much
too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody

more haters than lovers.

people are not good to each other.
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.

meanwhile I look at young girls
flowers of chance.

there must be a way.

surely there must be a way that we have not yet
though of.

who put this brain inside of me?

it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.

it will not say

Charles Bukowski

Se puede leer traducido al español aquí

Charles Bukowski