jueves, agosto 04, 2005

La velocidad de la luz

"enamorarse es dejarse derrotar al mismo tiempo por la insenatez y por una enfermedad que solo cura el tiempo".

"todas las historias de amor son insensatas, porque el amor es una enfermedad; pero tener un hijo es arriesgarse a una historia de amor tan insensata que solo la muerte es capaz de interrumpirla".

Javier Cercas, la velocidad de la luz

viernes, julio 29, 2005

L'amour

L'amour, hum hum, pas pour moi,
Tous ces "toujours",
C'est pas net, ça joue des tours,
Ca s'approche sans se montrer,
Comme un traître de velours,
Ca me blesse, ou me lasse, selon les jours

L'amour, hum hum, ça ne vaut rien,
Ça m'inquiète de tout,
Et ça se déguise en doux,
Quand ça gronde, quand ça me mord,
Alors oui, c'est pire que tout,
Car j'en veux, hum hum, plus encore,

Pourquoi faire ce tas de plaisirs, de frissons, de caresses, de pauvres promesses ?
A quoi bon se laisser reprendre
Le coeur en chamade,
Ne rien y comprendre,
C'est une embuscade,

L'amour ça ne va pas,
C'est pas du Saint Laurent,
Ca ne tombe pas parfaitement,
Si je ne trouve pas mon style ce n'est pas faute d'essayer,
Et l'amour j'laisse tomber !

A quoi bon ce tas de plaisirs, de frissons, de caresses, de pauvres promesses ?
Pourquoi faire se laisser reprendre,
Le coeur en chamade,
Ne rien y comprendre,
C'est une embuscade,

L'amour, hum hum, j'en veux pas
J'préfère de temps de temps
Je préfère le goût du vent
Le goût étrange et doux de la peau de mes amants,
Mais l'amour, hum hum, pas vraiment!

Carla Bruni

I'm gonna love you anyhow

first the mic then a half cigarette
singing cathy's clown
that's the man that she's married to now
that's the girl that he takes around town
she appears composed, so she is, i suppose
who can really tell?
she shows no emotion at all
stares into space like a dead china doll
i'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow

now she's done and they're calling someone
such a familiar name
i'm so glad that my memory's remote
'cos i'm doing just fine hour to hour, note to note
here it is, the revenge to the tune,
'you're no good,
you're no good you're no good you're no good'
can't you tell that it's well understood?

i'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow

i'm here today and expected to stay on and on and on
i'm tired
i'm tired

looking out on the substitute scene
still going strong
XO, mom
it's ok, it's alright, nothing's wrong
tell mr. man with impossible plans to just leave me alone
in the place where i make no mistakes
in the place where i have what it takes

i'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow
i'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow
i'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow


Elliot Smith

Fond Farewell

the litebrite's now black and white
cause you took apart a picture that wasn't right
pitch burning on a shining sheet
the only maker that you'd want to meet
the dying man in a living room
who's shadow paces the floor
who'll take you out in the open door
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
a fond farewell to a friend
he said really i just wanna dance
good and evil match perfect it's a great romance
i can deal with some psychic pain
if it'll slow down my higher brain
veins full of disappearing ink
vomiting in the kitchen sink
disconnecting from the missing link
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend
i see you're leaving me
and taking up with the enemy
the cold comfort of the in between
a little less than a human being
a little less than a happy high
a little less than a suicide
the only things that you really tried
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend


Elliot Smith

miércoles, julio 13, 2005

You're in my heart

I didn’t know what day it was
When you walked into the room
I said hello unnoticed
You said goodbye too soon

Breezing through the clientele
Spinning yarns that were so lyrical
I really must confess right here
The attraction was purely physical

I took all those habits of yours
That in the beginning were hard to accept
Your fashion sense, beardsly prints
I put down to experience

The big bosomed lady with the dutch accent
Who tried to change my point of view
Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed
But my heart cried out for you

Chorus:

You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul
You’ll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you’re my best friend
You’re in my soul

My love for you is immeasurable
My respect for you immense
You’re ageless, timeless, lace and fineness
You’re beauty and elegance

You’re a rhapsody, a comedy
You’re a symphony and a play
You’re every love song ever written
But honey what do you see in me

(chorus)

You’re an essay in glamour
Please pardon the grammar
But you’re every schoolboy’s dream
You’re celtic, united, but baby I’ve decided
You’re the best team I’ve ever seen

And there have been many affairs
Many times I’ve thought to leave
But I bite my lip and turn around
’cause you’re the warmest thing I’ve ever found

(chorus)


ROD STEWART

martes, junio 21, 2005

Deathly

Now that I've met you

would you object to

never seeing each other again

cause I can't afford to

climb aboard youno one's got that much ego to spend

So don't work your stuff

because I've got troubles enough

no, don't pick on me

when one act of kindness could be

deathly

deathly

deathly

definitely

Cause I'm just a problem

for you to solve and watch dissolve in the heat of your charm

but what will you do when

you run it through and

you can't get me back on the farm

So don't work your stuff

because I've got troubles enough

no, don't pick on me

when one act of kindness could be

deathly

deathly

deathly

definitely

You're on your honor

cause I'm a goner

and you haven't even begun

so do me a favor

if I should waver

be my savior

and get out the gun

Just don't work your stuff

because I've got troubles enough

no, don't pick on me

when one act of kindness could be

deathly

deathly

deathly

definitely

Aimee Tan

jueves, junio 02, 2005

Lletra a Dolors

Hauríem volgut dir el que ja va escriure Martí i Pol en aquest poema que transcrivim.
Pepo,

"Em costa imaginar-te absent per sempre.
Tants de records de tu se m'acumulen
que ni deixen espai a la tristesa
i et visc intensament sense tenir-te.
No vull parlar-te amb veu melangiosa,
la teva mort no em crema les entranyes,
ni m'angoixa, ni em lleva el goig de viure;
em dol saber que no podrem partir-nos
mai més el pa, ni fer-nos companyia;
però d'aquest dolor en trec la força
per escriure aquests mots i recordar-te.
Més tenaçment que mai, m'esforço a créixer
sabent que tu creixes amb mi: projectes,
il.lusions, desigs, prenen volada
per tu i amb tu, per molt distants que et siguin,
i amb tu i per tu somio d'acomplir-los.
Te'm fas present en les petites coses
i és en elles que et penso i que t'evoco,
segur com mai que l’única esperança
de sobreviure és estimar amb prou força
per convertir tot el que fem en vida
i acréixer l'esperança i la bellesa.

Tu ja no hi ets i floriran les roses,
maduraran els blats i el vent tal volta
desvetllarà secretes melodies;
tu ja no hi ets i el temps ara em transcorre
entre el record de tu, que m'acompanyes,
i aquell esforç, que prou que coneixies,
de persistir quan res no ens és propici.
Des d'aquests mots molt tendrament et penso
mentre la tarda suaument declina;
tots els colors proclamen vida nova
i jo la visc, i en tu se'm representa
sorprenentment vibrant i harmoniosa.
No tornaràs mai més, però perdures
en les coses i en mi de tal manera
que em costa imaginar-te absent per sempre."



Miquel Martí Pol

Llibre de les absències