the fiddle goes fast
she dances among hillbillies
her cadence turning us into frenzied happy-go-lucky-s.
I love her bluegrass sounds,
Her twang, her common decency, her Americanisms.
We dance faster and faster, as she slings out her joyfulness.
Clipping, clopping, stamping without stomping
We are square dancing now, and the ladies are swinging.
In their matching dresses, their panties singing!
the fiddle goes faster and faster, and we are getting loud.
We are dancing with pure joy, the red neck hillbilly crowd!
Hey, don´t come here and steal my thoughts
This Dame is important, no?
( F-k! The enlightment brought us nowhere…
Where did Europe take us )
Forget it girl, that´s not the point….
Try your billion-style-structuralism, just once again
….will ya?
Okey, I try structures….
Everything shaping itself around a center,
Round that center is everything else
Say! I got my ego as a center, next I got Europe…
( What? Is it that ol´stuffy Europenism, no?)
( Ugh, I got a millions of explanations waiting )
Try it again…..See, me I have the final responsibility
( don´t tell me it sounds Americanisms, no? )
I just thought I was a poet, some kind of Intellectual, hum
Anyhow, in next book I´ll try to come down to it