Passes perdudes





Porto hores cercant
les paraules

què, al ajuntar-les,

em permeti

desestimar
sentiments,
paraules,
moments, 

silencis...

I recollir les passes perdudes i portar-les,

anònimament,

a qualsevol deixalleria.


On la saviesa

d’operaris especialitzats

recondueixin

velles desferres

en bells camins nous.


Comentaris

  1. Why Should I Cry For You
    (Sting Àlbum: The Soul Cages)

    Under the dog star sail
    Over the reefs of moonshine
    Under the skies of fall
    North, north west, the Stones of Faroe

    Under the Arctic fire
    Over the seas of silence
    Hauling on frozen ropes
    For all my days remaining
    But would north be true?

    All colours bleed to red
    Asleep on the ocean's bed
    Drifting on empty seas
    For all my days remaining

    But would north be true?
    Why should I?
    Why should I cry for you?
    Dark angels follow me
    Over a godless sea
    Mountains of endless falling,
    For all my days remaining,

    What would be true?

    Sometimes I see your face,
    The stars seem to lose their place
    Why must I think of you?
    Why must I?
    Why should I?
    Why should I cry for you?
    Why would you want me to?
    And what would it mean to say,
    That, "I loved you in my fashion"?

    What would be true?
    Why should I?
    Why should I cry for you?

    ResponElimina
  2. No cal. Ja t'he dit que les trobaríem i, quan les haguem trobat, t'ajudarem a recomposar-les. Ara descansa, i no pateixis, és com anar en bicicleta, no s'oblida mai ;)

    bona nit, poeta dolç!

    ResponElimina
  3. De les paraules en fas "bells camins nous" i dels silencis " vells camins"...
    Bona nit i bona setmana! Barbollaire

    ResponElimina
  4. fins i tot fas màgia reciclant emocions Bona nit tresor ;**

    ResponElimina
  5. Arare Gràcies nina... Fa "ilu" saber que sou aprop.
    Un petonet dolç :¬|***

    Joana Bona nit i bona setmana per tu també! Gràcies per venir. ;¬|

    ônix segurament sols soc receptiu a la màgia que vosaltres em regaleu... I la reciclo ajuntant 4 paraules.
    Tu ets el nostre autentic tresor, dolcíssima Ònix.
    Petonets petits i dolços ;¬|******

    ResponElimina

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