And I mean it.
Just remember there’s a difference between being youthful and being immature.
From an early age I did my own thing. From not wanting to play the games the others played, via a different taste in music to asking important questions when my Confirmation was due.
I continued doing things slightly different, always seeking that unique little twist that would make the scenario interesting.
I’m not saying I’m immensly different from everyone. I’m not. I just seem to like things a little different.
Why am I saying this? Well, I found this poem I really liked. A poem which has that little twist. Poetry is not my favourite genre, but at times I’ll find one that smacks me in the head and leave me tingling for a while.
This poem was written by Nicanor Parra, a man who wanted «to get away from the conventions of poetry.» His sister, Violeta Parra, was a well known singer (Gracias a la vida/Jeg vil takke livet)
In Spanish (English will follow):
LA MONTAÑA RUSA
Durante medio siglo
la poesía fue
el paraíso del tonto solemne.
Hasta que vine yo
y me instalé con mi montaña rusa.
Suban, si les parece.
Claro que yo no respondo si bajan
echando sangre por boca y narices.
In English (sorry, my Spanish is a little rusty):
For half a century
paradise for pompous idiots.
Until I came along,
and installed myself with my rollercoaster.
Get in, if you like.
Of course I will not be responsible if you get out
with a bleeding mouth and nose.
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