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diumenge, 28 de juny de 2009

Potser és per això


COWGIRL, MAYBE

Across the hands that touch
the sultry beds, beside the rocks
which carve the endless suffering
of sand and sun and sunset,
before heartaches were in ink...we'll leave
these plains and conquer the valleys,
and milk the golden calves of prosperity
then let them free.

I'll have short-sighted views of you,
close enough to enlighten the flaws
and magnify the small writing
on your age. I won't let you down
nor will our might be lost
to forget the seconds inside our minutes.

We'll be the happiest of lovers,
ours will the best-known of kingdoms be,
because we'll have both sides of life
and wisdom, hand by hand at each sigh,
like a needle and a thread meet
to sew inside sunlit, tanned hay barns.

La passió és perillosa, la literària encara més.

Tinc un admirador...
















YOU



What would my life be without you?
How could I survive each day,
With courage and strength to pursue
The dreams found along my way?

The flowers would not be as bright,
That bloom on the earth each spring.
The sun wouldn't send out its' light,
And birds would refuse to sing.

Without you, all hope would be gone.
Each day would be filled with strife.
And I would be left here alone -
A lost, wretched, broken life.

But now that I've found you, I see
A love that will never part.
And I am a slave who is free -
For you now possess my heart.


Sí, està molt bé ser admirat, però no et deixa dormir ni pensar gaire, i sé a qui estimo, que és el mateix amb qui em llevo cada matí. Però escriu bé, i això ens serveix d'alicient poètic... o no.

dissabte, 6 de juny de 2009

S'ha acabat el bròquil!!




I queda un descans, de dormir bé i ná al lavabo sense suor ni presses, i poder enviar tothom a .... Pernambuco!!

Ai, quina pèrdua de bloc, sense Nostresinyó... M'hauré de buscar un altre ídol, com el Miguel Bosé o el Buenafuente, ol Pablo Motos, que està com el seu cognom indica...