dilluns, 29 de setembre del 2014

"PROGRESSO ADEQUADAMENT"
QUIMI PORTET

 

Com un lliri de platja vinc net i polit,
la perruca planxada i el dentat lluent;
ja el voldrien tenir molts, un cos com el meu.

Duc a la cartera un bitllet de cent,
dues fotos grogues i un paper que diu:
..."aquest noi progressa adequadament".

Observeu els gossos, si en són de senyors
que es graten l´orella amb les potes posteriors.
Bípedes inútils, milions de micos cabuts;
caminem erectes però ens enterren ajaguts.

Els anys passen llestos i a les postres som on som;
jo fins m´he cansat de progressar;
...i creix la sospita de que devia existir
un camí més curt per venir aquí.

Com un lliri de platja vinc net i polit,
la perruca planxada i el dentat lluent;
ja el voldrien tenir molts, un cos com el meu.

Només una cosa diu mon testament...
feu-me fer una làpida que digui així:
..."aquest noi progressa adequadament".
"PAISATGE AMB ANXOVA"
QUIMI PORTET



Paisatge amb anxova, ma nina bonica,
em moro de pena i no sé per què;
tinc pena dels braços que són com cametes;
voldria estimar-te però no hi ha conyac.

La nit s´abraona a sobre la tarda
i a cada cameta hi ha un peu al final
i a cada sabata un cordonet blau.

Rodanxa de lluç, manat d´avellanes;
el dia de Corpus jo et vull festejar
i dur-te a la fira vestit de notari
i en el teu parrús vull quedar-mi acampat.

Em ploren els ulls...
..i què vols que em plori!

Paraules gastades, tropells de poetes,
com lluna i estrelles i l´aigua de mar;
maragdes i perles, carxofes i naps.

Paisatge amb anxova, nineta bonica,
la vida no és curta, que ens ha enganyat;
tots aquells "adonis" són vells que s´arruguen,
a mi no em fan pena, jo sí que me'n faig.

dimecres, 24 de setembre del 2014

"BREATHE DEEP"
LAMBCHOP


The clerk smiled as she saw
The same nut pick up
A personal size grocery basket
And head down aisle two

She smiled because periodically
This guy would return
With his basket full of glade
Lock and hold room freshener and deodorizer

It's a deodorizer that works
On the same principle as a bug bomb
Simply push down on a button
And it fills the room with a scented fog

The man would buy only about
Five or six cans at a time
He'd been coming in for about five weeks now

Sometimes he would come in twice a week
He seemed like a normal guy
He was kind of balding in his mid thirties
Wearing a black leather jacket

And he was always so damn dusty
Something soft about his features
  it looked like it was makeup but it was really just dust
He paid with a twenty and said thank you and left

The man returned home
He took the glade from the worthless little plastic sack
He placed one on the rug, one on the end table
One on the window sill, one under the TV
One by the air conditioner

This might seem unusual
Except for the fact that his entire apartment
Was just filled with them

Every room on every surface
He figured he had about sixty of them in all
Each one's nozzle's poised at the ready

He sighed and opened a beer
He started to push down the lock
And hold buttons on the canisters

Slowly filling the room
Working his way from the dining room into the den
Each room filling with a multi-scented fog

Desert bloom, evergreen
Misty rose, fresh lemon
Regular and unscented

Potpourri, wild oak, petunia
Ocean mist, musk, hazel wood
Irish nights, sandal wood, rain forest

Country kitchen, natural prevention
Orange blossom, Indian summer
And holiday candle

Calmly he sat on the couch
Spilt his beer and closed his eyes
Calmly he sat on the couch
Spilt his beer and closed his eyes

"BEGIN"
LAMBCHOP



She was neat
was worried about the holocaust
rather uncomfortable
but not unusual
It was great
She said it was easy reading
Those busy pictures
They made him nervous
he had some coffee
he looked at the book
he stared at her legs
she stared at his look
What a trip
As the shop filled up with strangers
some had big black boots
some were lost teenagers
Gotta go
As he placed the book back on the table
She said she really likes your house
you really like her hair
he remembers her face
the rest was a blur
she asked for some gum
he gave it to her
Begin

dissabte, 20 de setembre del 2014

"WE ARE UNHAPPY"
BONNIE "PRINCE" BILLY

Nothing is better,
nothing is best.
We are unhappy,
we are unblessed.
We are unfound
we are unseen.
Nothing is coming
and nothing is clean.

Earth it is shaking,
and people have fled,
and Lord,
she is taking
the eyes from the dead.
Demonized body,
exorcised mind.
He says, of kindness;
'exchanged in kind'.

Nothing is better,
nothing is best.
We are unhappy,
we are unblessed.

Mind, it is going
and faith is destroyed.
It's emptiness showing;
God's cruelty deployed.
Lovers have left
friends close their eyes
Children bereft,
we all are unwise.

Nothing is better,
nothing is best.
We are
Unhappy,
we are unblessed.

We are unhappy.

 

dissabte, 13 de setembre del 2014

"SERÀ POTSER NOMÉS"
MONTSERRAT ABELLÓ   
(1918-2014) 


Serà potser només
en el darrer moment
quan tanquis els ulls
per sempre
que et serà donat conèixer
aquell únic secret
per força tan senzill
com quan al bat del sol
es desclou una flor.

divendres, 12 de setembre del 2014

"THE NIGHT THEY DROVE 
OLD DIXIE DOWN"
THE BAND



Virgil Kane is the name
And I served on the Danville train
'Till Stoneman's cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again

In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so well

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"

Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
"Virgil, quick, come see,
There goes Robert E. Lee!"

Now, I don't mind chopping wood
And I don't care if the money's no good
You take what you need
And you leave the rest
But they should never
Have taken the very best

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"

Like my father before me
I will work the land
And like my brother above me
Who took a rebel stand

He was just 18, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise a Kane back up
When he's in defeat

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"

The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"

dijous, 11 de setembre del 2014

VISCA LA TERRA LLIURE !!!


"EARLY IN THE MORNING"
PLANTS AND ANIMALS



 Early in the morning
Before the kids have woken up
We listen to the baby.
A flower opens up.

You're so fine and lovely
Doing it up with the ribbons and bows.
Trying not to wake me
Tipping on your toes.

I know you love me.
I know you love...
So fall in love, love.