Domingo, 14 de diciembre de 2008
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"En las aguas profundas que acunan las estrellas,
 blanca y cándida,
 Ofelia flota como un gran lirio,
 flota tan lentamente,
 recostada en sus velos...
"(Rimbaud)





There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.


Ophelia was a bride of God
 A novice Carmelite
 In sister cells
 The cloister bells tolled on her wedding night

 Ophelia was the rebel girl
 A blue stocking suffragette
 Who remedied society between her cigarettes



 And Ophelia was the sweetheart
 To a nation overnight
 Curvaceous thighs
Vivacious eyes
 Love was at first sight
 Love was at first sight...
 Love...



 Ophelia was a demigoddess
 In pre-war Babylon
 So statuesque
 A silhouette
 In black satin evening gowns

 Ophelia was the mistress to
 A Vegas gambling man
 Signora Ophelia Maraschina
 Mafia courtesan



 Ophelia was the circus queen
 The female cannonball
 Projected through five flaming hoops
 To wild and shocked applause
 To wild and shocked applause

 Ophelia was a tempest cyclone
 A goddamn hurricane
 Your common sense, your best defense
They wasted, and in vain


 
For Ophelia 'd know your every woe
 And every pain you'd ever had
 She'd sympathize and dry your eyes
 Help you to forget...
 And help you to forget



 And help you to forget

 Ophelia's mind went wandering
 You'd wonder where she goes
 Through secret doors down corridors
 She'd wander there alone
 All alone...



"Ha caído la estrella fugitiva, y aún divisan los ojos su estela luminosa."


Emoción:fenómeno consciente de capacidad de respuesta. El humano responde a circunstancias y a entradas específicas con combinaciones de reacciones mentales y fisiológicas. Las reacciones mentales son parte del conocimiento. Las respuestas fisiológicas varían, pero involucran al sistema respiratorio, cardiovascular y otros sistemas corporales. Éstas son frecuentemente inducidas por sustancias químicas y contribuye el sistema límbico, esto es, el hipotálamo y la amígdala. Una buena hipótesis acerca del desencadenamiento de emociones se origina en el modelo del cerebro como instrumento de control.




"
Era un corazón de cristal:
 en vez de someterlo a la dulce
 temperatura del amor,
 lo sometieron a la presión
 de las pasiones, y estalló...
"


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