Respirar-te





Com un blues,
aquesta pluja necessària

em fa créixer

la necessitat de respirar-te.


Pell amb pell.


Com una ventada crepuscular

que ens desvetlli de la letargia

de la monotonia diària.


Beuratge multicolor

emmagatzemat en un

vell matràs

aromatitzat de gingebre.


I una dolçor,

com de tarongina,

ens acotxarà

els cossos nus

amb la primera claror

d’una nova matinada.

Comentaris

Barbollaire ha dit…
I Don't Know What It Is
(Rufus Wainwright Àlbum: Want One)

I don't know what it is
But you got to do it
I don't know where to go
But you got to be there
I don't know where to fall
But I know that its comfortable where
I don't know where it is

Putting all of my time
In learning to care
And a bucket of rhymes
I threw up somewhere
Want a locket of who
Made me lose my perfunctory view
Of all that is around
And of all that I do

So I knock on the door
Take a step that is new
Never been here before
Is there anyone else here too
In love with beauty
Playing all of the games
Who thinks three's company
Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious brusies
I don't know what it is

Take a lookin around
At friendly faces
All declaring a war on far off places
Is there anyone else who is through with complaining about what's
Done unto us

So I knock on the door
And I am on the train
Going god knows where to
To get me over
To get me over

Give me heaven or hell
Calais or Dover

I was hoping the train
Was my big number
Stopping in Santa Fe and the Atchison-Topeka
Though I'm chugging along, put away by the crossing hand
We'll be heading for Portland, or Limburgh or Lower Manhattan
Find myself running around

I don't know what it is so get me over
I don't know what it is so get me over
I don't know what it is so get me over
To get me over
You gotta do it.
You gotta be there.
onix ha dit…
Magnific !! ets un alquimista de sensacions ;)***
Anònim ha dit…
Espero que no tinguessis fet el poema esperant que plogués... mira què feia dies que no queia una gota d'aigua. Molt maco, com sempre!!
Anònim ha dit…
Ònix Això m'ho dius perque m'estimes sense mesura...!!!XD. Gràcies dolça nina! Un petonet dolç ;¬)*

pd40 No, no... Justament el vaig escriure en arribant xop a casa...XD! Gràcies company!
Montse ha dit…
aquests dies vaig de bòlid... es nota, oi?

a Barcelona cada dos per tres (cada sis)...

vindré demà a llegir-te tranquil·lament, veig que la teva producció torna a ser gran!

Me n'alegro, això vol dir que tornes a ser el "meu" Barbollaire de sempre.

UN petó dolç!