Bad Mothers Club

Sobre "Zimt"

Estoy traduciendo una cosa muy graciosa y me he encontrado con esta página web: The Bad Mothers Club, including the Bad Housekeeping Institute,

Here at the Bad Housekeeping Institute our motto is, if there's a shortcut, take it!

¡Voy a apuntarme ahora mismo!

From other bad moms:

More money saved on groceries = more spending money for shoes!!! .....erm..... I mean "more money to spend on the kids krissy prezzies"

Jejeje. Bueno, guardaré el link anyway.

lucille, 10th April 2007, Tuesday, [01:26-01:30] @ yeps

Zimt

Me propuse no hablar mucho de mi hija, Zimt. Como mi religión o mis tendencias sexuales, es un tema que puede asustar o apasionar al oyente, en nuestro caso al lector. En verdad hay pocas cosas en mi vida que no asusten o apasionen dependiendo de quién las escuche. Pasa sobre todo con las importantes: Zimt, P, the business, las otras.

Sin embargo el tema de Zimt es, reconozcámoslo, inacabable. Podría hablar de ella horas y horas. Este mes ha aprendido a andar y dar besos, dos cosas cruciales en la vida de una persona.

Supongo que es la única por la que siento ese tipo de amor absolutamente irracional y maligno que describe esta canción de Tim Minchin (thank you for the lyrics)(*):

You grew on me like a tumour
And you spread through me like malignant melanoma
And now you’re in my heart
I should’ve cut you out back at the start

Now I’m afraid there’s no cure for me
No dose of emotional chemotherapy
Can halt my pathetic decline
I should’ve had you removed back when you were benign

I picked you up like a virus
Like meningo-fucking-coccal meningitis
Now I can’t feel my legs
When you’re around I can’t get out of bed

I’ve left it too late to risk an operation
I know there’s no hope for a clean amputation
The successful removal of you
Would probably kill me too

You grew on me like carcinoma
Crept up on me like untreated glaucoma
Now I find it hard to see
This untreated dose of you has blinded me

I should’ve consulted my local physician
I’m stuck now forever with this tunnel vision
My periphery is screwed
Wherever I look now, all I see is you

When we first met you seemed fickle and shallow
But my armour was no match for your poison arrow
You are wedged inside my chest
If I tried to take you out now I might bleed to death
I’m feeling short of breath

You grew on me like a tumour
And you spread through me like malignant melanoma
I guess I never knew
How fast a little mole can grow on you

(*) Hey, great website by the way... we bought www.timminchinfanclub.com but don't have the time to set it up, so if anyone's interested let us now at lucille [@] atlantis.subtrama.net

lucille, 09th April 2007, Monday, [07:45-08:23] @ yeah