diumenge, 11 de juny de 2017

DITA DE LA SETMANA




Siguin quines siguin les teves qualitats personals, ets dins d'un sistema. (Zygmunt Bauman)



MOT D’ORDRE



Amb el fil entortolligat en una bitlla
es podrien lligar de mans i peus
mitja dotzena d’explotadors.

Però el fil és molt prim
i només subjecta,
subtilment i eficaçment,
els explotats.

Cal anar amb peus de plom.

Un conjunt de fils
ben trenat,
és una corda.
                        
                     Miquel Martí i Pol

BADLANDS HERE WE COME



Aquest tema pertany al disc de Chris Robinson Brotherhood, “Phosphorescent Harvest”, editat l’any 2014.

BADLANDS HERE WE COME
These black eyed dandelions
Have a taste for sweet
Never sharing with the dogs
Some are born to vanity
They see six but I see three
Who keeps marking on my walls?
Forever is an August choked with dirty weeds
Dreaming some foggy dawn
Sometimes you leave the sunshine
And sometimes it leaves you
Just a reaction to the cold

Now the brambles have all gone dry
Burnt and blackened by the sun
Into this darkling away let's fly
Badlands here we come
Badlands, Badlands here we come

There's words you say in bedrooms
Words you say when lost a sea
What will your truth become
And if my words were daggers
There'd be nothing to repeat
Just a cop telling people "move along"

Now the brambles have all gone dry
Burnt and blackened by the sun
Into this darkling away let's fly
Badlands here we come
Badlands, Badlands here we come

Another jewel in the outlaws crown
Another weary memory
Something wicked has rolled into town
New rope swinging in the breeze

In the space between black and sky
In this hollows purple eve
Behind a screen door bids goodbye