Bromes
Entre llençols que acaronen el cos,
somniem què, la felicitat,
és petita com un matí.
Resseguim el cel d'un alba sense ombres.
Madurant un temps, sols nostre,
que ens permet trobar un món verge.
On fem crèixer un altre matí petit.
I tot es transforma com aquell primer bes.
El primer sentir-se pell amb pell.
Escoltant, a frec de llavis,
la teva paraula.
Fins que obro els ulls i
veig les marques que han deixat
les bromes d'un mar silent.
Onades seques que solquen la sorra
com les ungles els cossos dels amants.
Comentaris
(Waters)
If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late.
And if I were a good man,
I'd talk with you
More often than I do.
If I were to sleep, I could dream.
If I were afraid, I could hide.
If I go insane, please don't put
Your wires in my brain.
If I were the moon, I'd be cool.
If I were a book, I would bend for you.
If I were a good man, I'd understand
The spaces between friends.
If I were alone, I would cry.
And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry.
And if I go insane,
And they lock me away,
Will you still let me join in the game?
If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late again.
If I were a good man,
I'd talk with you
More often than I do.
if you were a good man...with luck,
en espera d'una altre petit matí...
Bona nit!
Si, algunes vegades ho faig. Tanco els ulls i somnio que tinc sort.
Però, de vegades, més que luck, soc, duck
Certament el primer ves és el millor, però el primer amb sentiment, aquells nervis, el contacte, el contacte entre ells... el millor.
Fins la pròxima!
;)
Bonic poema, barbollaire.
Per cert barbollaire, ja veuras que he canviat de direcció, ara la linko.
Salut!