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Deadweight

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Hurry up, girl!
Grab your bag and run.
It’s seven o’clock!
You’re already late.
You’re late.
Come on!
They might not let you in.
Did you think about that?
DO you think about that, girl.

The car won’t start,
and it’s all your fault.
Walk faster, for God’s sake.
Leave the sidewalk.
Take the highway.
Too much traffic.
Be a motorcycle.
It’s five past seven.

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                                                      You’re five minutes late.
                                                      Sure thing they won’t let you in.
                                                      Why didn’t you think about that?
                                                      DO you EVER think about that?

You’re going too slow.
               Drop the bag.
               Drop your clothes.
               Cut your hair.
               Rip the flesh off your bones.
               Go light.
               Kick off the bike.
                         Fly!
                         Grow some feathers
                         (not too many).

                                               Fly high!

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                                               —Down there it’s ten past seven.
                                               But who cares.
                                                                   Don’t look at me.
                                                                   I’m just your blue aquarelle bird.
                                                                                          But you, girl, you’re a drag,
                                                                                          except for me—.

Translation into Spanish

Peso muerto

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¡Apúrate, niña!
Toma el bolso y corre.
¡Son las siete en punto!
ya vas tarde.
¡Vamos!
Tal vez ya no te dejen entrar.

¿Pensaste en eso?
¿Piensas en eso?

El auto no arranca
y es por tu culpa.
camina más rápido, por Dios.
Baja de la acera.
Ve por la autopista.
Mucho tráfico.
Vuélvete una motocicleta.
Son las siete y cinco ya.

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                                                      Vas cinco minutos tarde.
                                                      Seguro no te dejan entrar.
                                                      ¿Por qué no piensas en eso?
                                                      ¿ALGUNA VEZ piensas en eso?

Vas muy despacio.
               Suelta el bolso.
               Quítate la ropa y arrójala.
               Córtate el cabello.
               Arráncate la carne de los huesos.
               Ve ligera.
               Suelta la moto de una patada.
                         ¡Vuela!
                         Crece plumas
                         (no demasiadas).

                                               ¡Despliega el vuelo!

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                                               —Allá abajo son las siete y diez.
                                               Pero a quién le importa.
                                                                   Ciertamente, no a mí.
                                                                   Solo soy tu pájaro de acuerelas azules.
                                                                               Pero tú, niña, tú eres una carga;
                                                                               excepto para mí—.

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