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NOSALTRES ELS DINOSAURES
nascuts així
enmig d'això
mentre els rostres de guix somriuen
mentre la senyora Mort riu
mentre els ascensors s'espatllen
mentre els escenaris polítics es dissolen
mentre el dependent del supermercat té un títol universitari
mentre els peixos oliosos escupen les seves preses olioses
mentre el sol s'emmascara
hem
nascut així
enmig d'això
enmig d'aquestes guerres esbojarradament pensades
enmig d'un escenari de fàbriques buides amb finestres trencades
enmig de bars on la gent ja no es parla
enmig de baralles a cops de puny que acaben a trets i punyaledes
nascuts enmig d'això
en hospitals tan cars que surt més a compte morir
amb advocats que cobren tant que és més barat declarar-se culpable
en un país on les presons són plenes i els manicomis estan tancats
en un lloc on les masses converteixen els ximples en herois rics
nascuts enmig d'això
caminem i vivim enmig d'això
morim a causa d'això
emmudim a causa d'això
castrats
depravats
desheretats
a causa d'això
enganyats per això
utilitzats per això
menyspreats per això
embogits i malalts per això
ens tornem violents
ens tornem inhumans
per això
el cor s'ennegreix
els dits busquen el coll
la pistola
el ganivet
la bomba
els dits busquen un déu insensible
els dits busquen l'ampolla
la píndola
la pols blanca
hem nascut enmig d'aquesta afligida fatalitat
hem nascut sota un govern que fa 60 anys que està endeutat
que aviat serà incapaç de pagar fins i tot els interessos del deute
i els bancs cremaran
els diners seran inútils
hi haurà assassinats impunes als carrers
hi haurà armes i multituds revoltades
la terra no servirà per a res
cada vegada hi haurà menys menjar
l'energia nuclear serà controlada per una majoria
les explosions sacsejaran la terra sense parar
robots humans radioactius s'encalçaran els uns als altres
els rics i els escollits vigilaran des de plataformes espacials
l'Infern de Dant semblarà un joc de criatures
el sol no es veurà i sempre serà de nit
els arbres es moriran
morirà la vegetació sencera
homes radioactius es menjaran la carn d'homes radioactius
el mar estarà contaminat
els llacs i els rius desapareixeran
la pluja serà el nou or
un vent tenebrós durà la pudor de cossos podrits d'homes i animals
els darrers supervivents sucumbiran a noves malalties espantoses
i les plataformes espacials seran destruïdes a causa de l'abrasió
de la manca de subministraments
del natural efecte de la decadència general
i regnarà el silenci més bonic que s'hagi sentit mai
nascut d'això.
i el sol es mantindrà amagat
esperant el capítol següent.
Charles Bukowski, Bukowski essencial
Versions de Marcel Riera
LaBreu Edicions, 2023
***
DINOSAURIA, WE
born like this
into this
as the chalk faces smile
as Mrs. Death laughs
as the elevators break
as political landscapes dissolve
as the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
as the oily fish spit out their oily prey
as the sun is masked
we are
born like this
into this
into these carefully mad wars
into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
into bars where people no longer speak to each other
into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
born into this
into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
born into this
walking and living through this
dying because of this
muted because of this
castrated
debauched
disinherited
because of this
fooled by this
used by this
pissed on by this
made crazy and sick by this
made violent
made inhuman
by this
the heart is blackened
the fingers reach for the throat
the gun
the knife
the bomb
the fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
the fingers reach for the bottle
the pill
the powder
we are born into this sorrowful deadliness
we are born into a government 60 years in debt
that soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
and the banks will burn
money will be useless
there will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
it will be guns and roving mobs
land will be useless
food will become a diminishing return
nuclear power will be taken over by the many
explosions will continually shake the earth
radiated robot men will stalk each other
the rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground
the sun will not be seen and it will always be night
trees will die
all vegetation will die
radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
the sea will be poisoned
the lakes and rivers will vanish
rain will be the new gold
the rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
the last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous
diseases
and the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
the petering out of supplies
the natural effect of general decay
and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
born out of that.
the sun still hidden there
awaiting the next chapter.
born like this
into this
as the chalk faces smile
as Mrs. Death laughs
as the elevators break
as political landscapes dissolve
as the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
as the oily fish spit out their oily prey
as the sun is masked
we are
born like this
into this
into these carefully mad wars
into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
into bars where people no longer speak to each other
into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
born into this
into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
born into this
walking and living through this
dying because of this
muted because of this
castrated
debauched
disinherited
because of this
fooled by this
used by this
pissed on by this
made crazy and sick by this
made violent
made inhuman
by this
the heart is blackened
the fingers reach for the throat
the gun
the knife
the bomb
the fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
the fingers reach for the bottle
the pill
the powder
we are born into this sorrowful deadliness
we are born into a government 60 years in debt
that soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
and the banks will burn
money will be useless
there will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
it will be guns and roving mobs
land will be useless
food will become a diminishing return
nuclear power will be taken over by the many
explosions will continually shake the earth
radiated robot men will stalk each other
the rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground
the sun will not be seen and it will always be night
trees will die
all vegetation will die
radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
the sea will be poisoned
the lakes and rivers will vanish
rain will be the new gold
the rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
the last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous
diseases
and the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
the petering out of supplies
the natural effect of general decay
and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
born out of that.
the sun still hidden there
awaiting the next chapter.
Charles Bukowski
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