diumenge, 18 de febrer de 2018

DITA DE LA SETMANA


Res és per sempre en aquest món malvat. Ni tan sols els problemes. (Ch. Chaplin)

LA MORT



Sents la mort com s’escampa dins teu,
com el cor se’t fatiga
i els teus ulls que han après a mirar
desaprenem de veure.

Un blanc trepig de llum damunt dels tarongers.

Aquest matí d’hivern
Lluna i Sol s’entremiren.

Quan et recordo, sé
El silenciós abisme.

Les teves mans retornen
als meus llavis eixuts.
                                       Carles Duarte

OH MY SWEET CAROLINA



Aquest tema apareixia al primer disc de Ryan Adams, potser el millor treball que ha fet mai.

OH MY SWEET CAROLINA
Well I went down to Houston and I stopped in San Antone
I passed up the station for the bus
Was trying to find me something but I wasn't sure just what
I ended up with pockets full of dust
So I went on to Cleveland and ended up insane
Bought a borrowed suit and learned to dance
I was spending money like the way it likes to rain
And I ended up with pockets full of 'caine
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
I ain't never been to Vegas but I gambled up my life
Building news print boats I raced in sewer mains
I was trying to find me something but I wasn't sure just what
Funny how they say that some things never change
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
Up here in the city it feels like things are closing in
The sunset's just my light bulb burning out
I miss Kentucky and I miss my family
All the sweetest winds they blow across the south
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
May you one day carry me home