dijous, 21 de setembre del 2017

"CLOT DEL LLOP"
JORDI PÀMIAS 

 
Blat amb la tija verda, tremolosa,
ordi subtil que el vent pentina,
en una fondalada, que flanqueja
una corrua grisa d’olivers.
Ran de l’espona d’un bancal florien,
amb hàbit de quaresma, tot de malves
i ravenisses blanques:
una alenada incerta d’alegria.
Quan, cansat, em repenjo a la paret, bastida
amb l’art sever de les filades,
en una feixa, que retalla l’ombra,
tenen l’aire d’un somni, les roselles…
Sota un cel blau de primavera,
l’udol glaçat, en el record:
vaga temença d’una nit d’hivern,
esquerpa solitud del Clot del Llop.

dilluns, 18 de setembre del 2017

"LA NATURA"
TRINITAT CATASÚS 

 Un rieró de vidre, un bosc espès,
i una dolçura immòbil de ramades;
un camp de blat, un poble de pagès
i una olor de muntanyes regalades. 

dijous, 14 de setembre del 2017

"WISH YOU WERE HERE"
PINK FLOYD 



 So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

dimarts, 12 de setembre del 2017

dimecres, 6 de setembre del 2017

"MESMER"
COUSTEAU 





 Hey, hey what became of you
And change, had it changed your tune
How long you wade inside the swirling swirling pool
Just in your own way

For miles, miles now i've been led
These wild, wild things in your head
Lead me blindly down where angels fear to tread
Just in your own way

Now can you feel, can you feel a change
It's circled 'round, it's come back down again
But i'll no longer shower here in someone else's rain
Just in your own way

Now time gets the best of you
Of wine and celestial views
Keep me anchored, keep me sane
Keep me confused
Just in your own way

Now you been lead, you been wildly spun
In rumours net, rumours i've become
Keep me shining in the artificial sun
Just in your own way....

dimarts, 29 d’agost del 2017

"COME ON UP TO THE HOUSE"
TOM WAITS 



 Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your cryin don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin thru
Come on up to the house

There's no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up to the house
And your singin lead soprano
In a junkman's choir
You gotta come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can't find no port
Come on up to the house
There's nothin in the world

There's nothin in the world
that you can do
you gotta come on up to the house
and you been whipped by the forces
that are inside you
come on up to the house
well you're high on top
of your mountain of woe
come on up to the house
well you know you should surrender
but you can't let go
you gotta come on up to the house