¿Tú también, Buteflika?

(Ahmed Ben Bella fue traicionado y apresado por su círculo

de allegados.

Lo sorprendieron los rifles apuntando a su cara, de madrugada,

cuando descansaba en su habitación de la residencia presidencial.

Su amigo Abdelaziz Buteflika participó del golpe de estado que

puso a Bumedián al poder en Argelia la primavera de 1965)

-¿dónde estoy, Ben Bella?- me pregunto y no consigo dormir

-...

-sé pocas cosas: que no fui timado ni mi nombre será un oprobio

-...

-es helado allí arriba.

-...

-y el palacio es ahora del infame

-...

- incluso él, Bumedian el hirsuto,

en su mente imaginaria de venias y municiones,

él como yo quiso nuestra libertad

ante todo y todos, yo en su camino

-...

-mas ¿cuál es aquélla ante todos?

-...

-pero tú, Buteflika, mañana hubiésemos ido al fútbol

-...

-por eso para ti, Abdelaziz, elijo tu carne destrozada en vida

y el goteo sordo de traición golpeándote la mollera,

hasta que nos salga el sol, querido hermano

ESPOSA:

 (...) ¿Por qué, pues has llagado

       Aqueste corazón, no le sanaste?

       Y pues me le has robado,

      ¿Por qué así le dejaste,

      Y no tomas el robo que robaste?  (...)

  

                              
                  San Juan de la Cruz  

    Once upon a time you dressed so fine
    You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? 
    Peopled call, say beware doll, you're bound to fall
    You thought they were all kiddin you  
    You used to laugh about
    Everybody that was hangin out
    Now you don't talk so loud
    Now you don't seem so proud
    About having to be scrounging for your next meal

    How does it feel
    How does it feel
    To be without a home
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone? 

   Youve gone to the finest school all right, miss lonely
   But you know you only used to get juiced in it
   And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
   And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
   You said you'd never compromise
   With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
   Hes not selling any alibis
   As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
   And ask him do you want to make a deal? 

   How does it feel
   How does it feel
   To be on your own
   With no direction home
   Like a complete unknown
   Like a rolling stone

   You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the      clowns
   When they all come down and did tricks for you
   You never understood that it aint no good
   You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
   You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
   Who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat
   Aint it hard when you discover that
   He really wasn't where it's at
   After he took from you everything he could steal

   How does it feel
   How does it feel
   To be on your own
   With no direction home
   Like a complete unknown
   Like a rolling stone? 

   Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
   They're drinkin, thinkin that they got it made
   Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
   But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
   You used to be so amused
   At napoleon in rags and the language that he used
   Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
   When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
   Youre invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

   How does it feel
   How does it feel
   To be on your own
   With no direction home
   Like a complete unknown
   Like a rolling stone?