Monday, June 22, 2009

Greguerias--continued

For an explanation of what the hell this is, please see earlier post. It was getting too long, and I'm not even ten percent done . . .

The summer is full of anonymous hissing.

The sleepwalker seems to be taking the measure of something with the perenthesis of his extended hands . . . perhaps of his own shroud.

The "A" is the camp store of the alphabet.

"Bread" is such a short word so that we can ask for it urgently.

He was so courteous that he sometimes saluted the trees.

Two in a car: a love affair. Three: adultery. Four: kidnapping. Five: crime. Six: a shootout with the police.

In the end, a bottle of champagne is an anti-aircraft gun.

Only about 2,200 to go . . .

The architecture of snow is always in the Gothic style.

Every comma of their royal decrees is hung with their ermine pelts.

The Nile is a most reckless and beautiful horse.

One doesn't have to give himself a baby carriage for the first child.

How stiff the beard of the hedgehog sticks out!

If the miniatures were edible, they would be delicious.

The cricket keeps the pulse of the night.

Plantains get old in one day only.

The hypochondriac seems to me like a disparate mixture of a crocodile and a hippopotamus (a play on the spelling of the three words in Spanish).

The moon sits on the night like a lapel pin (some liberties).

On the old palms, the mane of age comes out.

With bad tobacco, fleas of fire jump out of your pipe.

Thunder is a drum without noise.

The only purpose of the train's whistle is to scatter melancholy over the countryside.

The bicyclist is a vampire of velocity.

The bad thing about a helicopter is that it always seems like a toy.

Lakes are puddles left by the Flood.

Artistic definition: the cockroach is a metaphorical beauty mark on the night.

The hail throws its rice, celebrating the marriage of Summer.

The waves sculpt skulls of giants out of the rocks.

The marble Venuses in museums show bruises from pinching.

If the mirror were to pull aside her mercury curtain, we would see our X-ray.

The sofa faints to hear the news.

The ice melts because it cries cold.

The watch is a time bomb--a bomb of more or less time.

A kiss is a nothing in parenthesis.

Like psychoanalysts, we discover that he has made this suit with so many buttons because he wants to be a piano (WTF?).

On the beach, our shoes turn into hourglasses.

Water is happiest in the paddles of a water wheel.

We want to be stone, but we are jello.

The biggest grievance of marble statues is that they always have cold feet.

Don Juan asked for love like somebody else would ask for a job.

There are fences that children think are made of giant pencils.

Dreams are repositories of stray objects.

Combs are the musical staves of dead ideas.

There is a snowstorm of feathers in the henhouse.

Arabic architecture is a magnification of the keyhole.

The bat flies away out of the Devil's magic box.

Flamenco was born from the reeds.

The Moon is the night's laundress.

Chrysanthemums are flowers from the bottom of the ocean that prefer to live on land.

The sun is the universal medicine: It gives us life, and the microbes.

The moon is the crystal eye of the heavens.

Roulette is the child's game that gives tragedy to men.

The elephant that announce the circus is made of all the members of the company.

The cicada is the alarm bell of the nap.

The soul flees the body like an undershirt on wash day.

The horns of the bull seek the bullfighter to the beginning of the world.

When the telephone sleeps, it gives the ears the message, "Nobody home".

That which speaks of the universe does so as if it were speaking of a grand marketplace.

The mare with a young pony is the temptation of the photographers.

He who uses his moustache like a toothbrush is a prophylactic.

The poet looked at the sky so much that a cloud came out of his eye (I'm not confident of this one. This is the second time I've had trouble with the reflexive verb salirse).

Logic is the pulverizer of reason.

The good writer knows nothing if he knows writing.

An inheritance is a gift for him who tips well (suspect).

There is no such thing as a virgin forest. Those forests we call "virgin" are filled with satyrs . . .

The worst atavism we have is death.

Civilization needs to invent messenger seagulls.

There are melons that seem to be cheeses, but are melons nonetheless.

There are those that sleep in such a way that we expect, when we remove the handkersheif from their face, to see a rhinoceros horn.

He who is in Venice is mistaken into thinking he is in Venice. He who dreams he is in Venice is the one who is in Venice.

It was so crazy, what he was asking the tailor : to make him a waistcoat, when he knew he was making it with long sleeves.

The day the moon buys a car, the night will be much shorter.

When a star falls, it seems like a point had run down the middle of the sky.

He ate so much rice that he learned Chinese.

The woman who poses suggestively while smoking cheats the man with the cigarette, and cheats the cigarette with the man.

Gloria: name for a woman with a temper.

When a flower loses its first petal, it is already lost entirely!

The iris doesn't amount to an orchid, simply because it doesn't know how to comb itself.

The squid is the dry cleaner for the fish's mourning garments.

The band one puts on a pigeon's leg has to be a watch, so that it can deliver its messages punctually.

The smoke rose to the sky when it was supposed to descend to hell.

The castaway comes out converted into a beggar to whom they gave a gift that came big (I'm sure I butchered this one).

Some heads look like a column fell on them.

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