Ser amb tu
El rellotge agafa el tren
mentre m’acotxo
amb el so de la teva pell.
Nau peculiarment suggestiva
protegint-me dels records
de fang.
Ser amb tu.
Ser en tu.
Ser el que em deixes ser.
La sina al llavis.
La vida als dins.
Llarg silenci
de loquacitat suorosa.
While my guitar gently weeps
ResponElimina(George Harrison)
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.
I look from the wings at the play you are stageing
While my guitar gently weeps
As I'm seiiting here doing nothing but ageing
Still my guitar gently weeps
Posa't les sabatilles, el xandall i així, arreglao pero informal, t'espero a la vora del mar.
ResponEliminaQuè passa, que no vens a córrer? (cobardeeeeeeee)
Ok, me n'hi vaig amb l'Ònix!
anem!
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Preciós!!!
(el poema i la música, eh? no fotem)
muam
S'accepten tots els presents, barbollaire. :-)
ResponEliminaGràcies per ser-hi.