Replà






Sortim a replans
impregnats

de cafè acabat de fer.


Els narius s’eixamplen.


Darrera els llistons

de les persianes,

endevinem poms

feréstecs de flors primordials.


Viatge de tornada.

-Seda darrera els vidres-

Record d’aquells braços

que un dia ens van fer

obrir els porticons.

Comentaris

  1. Safe in Your Arms
    (Beth Orton Album: Comfort of Strangers)

    Home is where the heartbreak
    Wraps cold around my bones
    Forgives me if I promise
    To forget what I have known
    Ignores and never mentions
    I just came waltzing in
    With stones tied together
    With broken bits of string

    Time moves so sure
    Runs rings around the trees
    Its silence mocking
    In the wind against the leaves
    For all your loss and gain
    The soul defines the suffering
    An illusion is hope born from fear
    And now you're right back here
    Safe in my arms my dear

    All is as I left it
    Never more so what it seems
    My bed is as I made it
    Just not what went between
    And I still feel alive
    In what is no longer there
    The shadows slide behind
    Drawing clouds across the air

    Time moves so sure
    Runs rings around the trees
    Its silence whispers
    In the wind against the leaves
    For all your loss and gain
    The soul defines the suffering
    An illusion is hope born from fear
    But now I'm right back here
    Safe in your arms my dear

    ResponElimina
  2. Bon dia !! ;)*

    ResponElimina
  3. Onix, Onix, et recordo que avui em toca a mi, xavala!
    ;)


    Aprofito per dir-li al "nostre" barbollaire que m'ha agrdat el poema i que ara escoltaré la cançó, amb un cafè noir i una presa de xocolata 99% de cacau.

    D'això, que en voleu? (no, si en el fons sóc generosa)

    petons de dissabte grisós...

    ResponElimina
  4. Ja està, ja he sentit la cançó (uffffffffff)
    :)

    petó d'escuma d'onada

    ResponElimina

Publica un comentari a l'entrada