Lament
Cop de timó.
Obediència deguda.
No ho hagués volgut.
Tu Àrtemis, Jo Hermes.
Dipositari anòmal de les teves paraules.
Elimino el rastre però no el sentit,
el sentiment.
Tot resta, és.
Puc sentir-te el fred
de la nuesa provocada per les paraules.
Flassada de no res per acotxar el teu pas.
Book Of Saturday
ResponElimina(King Crimson Album:Larks’ Tongues In Aspic)
If I only could deceive you
Forgetting the game
Every time I try to leave you
You laugh just the same
cause my wheels never touch the road
And the jumble of lies we told
Just returns to my back to weigh me down...
We lay cards upon the table
The backs of our hands
And I swear I like your people
The boys in the band
Reminiscences gone astray
Coming back to enjoy the fray
In a tangle of night and daylight sounds...
All completeness in the morning
Asleep on your side
Ill be waking up the crewmen
Banana-boat ride
She responds like a limousine
Brought alive on the silent screen
To the shuddering breath of yesterday...
Theres the succour of the needy
Incredible scenes
Ill believe you in the future
Your life and death dreams
As the cavalry of despair
Takes a stand in the ladys hair
For the favour of making sweet sixteen...
You make my life and times
A book of bluesy saturdays
And I have to chose...
Arare
ResponEliminaGràcies pel café.
He eliminat el post anterior, però t'havia llegit.
Gràcies!
Petó de diumenge assoleiat. :)
Per què ho has fet? (A ella no li ha agradat que ens ho deixessis comparatir?)
ResponEliminaT'invito a cafè (pots portar les postres, hehehe)
Petó endiumenjat!
P de L
Aix, a vegades hem de fer coses que no voldríem, però senzillament les hem de fer.
ResponEliminaezeelrahC
Arare, Charleeze. He fet el que havia de fer.
ResponEliminaLa meva opinió, en aquest cas, era irrellevant.
Petons, d'horabaixa. ;-)