LLETRA PETITA (Small Print)
We’re sold milestones and springs and paradigms
Synthetic medicines fairy tales main fair
Days of glory days of war days of rain
Stem cells first-class bottoms pension schemes
Most Reverend most Illustrious most important
Foreigner thieves local thieves worldwide thieves
Fairground ride plastic dolls crappy jobs
And everywhere the most select cannon fodder
We are sold totems and big mandalas and cloth medals
Pocket saints virgins to measure love filters
Seraphic chants magnificent banquets aerial sights
And all type of stuff against bad luck
And here we are doing the numbers or tickling
Until the old password doesn’t let us log in any more
And the only thing left of us is the photo in the Facebook
With a Like a Don’t like or a Don’t care
Serials gatherings galas contests soap operas
Tons of disgust gigs of boredom bags of emptiness
The limousines throw tourists early in the morning
But none of them has the little coin for the song
We’re sold borders edges scruples small print
Versatile furniture useless stuff tabloids
On-line grannies simple people network anonymous vandals
And the cry which breaks the flaming throat that sings the goals
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TEMPS DE SANGONERES (Time of Leeches)
It was in the hotel of easy days
Where you always go as a guest
Where you told me no questions
No lectures I am too old
Night was falling as wax
Melting gradually
As the avalanche as a suicide
As gin on ice
Thos were times without intention
An d when haven’t they been if you are away
More tan four nights from home
Between the sky and a stranger?
In a hotel without stars
We mistreated your first bed
Things are nver as you expected
Forget what yoy have seen so far
What else could I do for you
Apart from an insubstantial song
Maybe I could cry for a while?
Or could I close the door just like that?
It was in the hotel of grey days
Where the city loses her name
Where we mixed unboundedly
Anxiolitics and kisses
Creating unlucky songs
Which nobody will listen to
You had sparkling eyes
And your skin was like satin
There were times of leeches
And when haven’t they been? I found you
The way I would never desired to find you
On a 27 March night
In a hotel without stars
But then we weren’t together any more
And i hardly remember
Your profile or your scent
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HIPNÒTIC (Hypnotic)
You were promised a caress
And only received a punch
You were to meet up on the moon
But there was nobody there
Under the short-sighted mirror which hangs
As a damp patch
The yellow of photographs
And that pone picked up
Hypnotic erratic
Most beautiful and fake
As all the things
That have any charm
The world was closing the eyelids
Cups couldn’t withstand any more
The dancer was yawning
Half-naked in a discreet corner
Waiters were floating like dervishes
To soothe the pain in her feet
Perfectly unmoved
They could pretend being miles away
A taxi will leave you at the door
Of your house and you won’t turn the light son
You’re not sleepy any more and the sun rises
But even though you close your eyes
You were promised a caress
And only received a punch
You were to meet up on the moon
But there was nobody there
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EL DE LA SORT (The Lucky One)
Since they couldn’t see my wallet
Nor princesses nor clairvoyants
Could still find me
Any future or talent
When, lost in the battle
The soloist of the brothel
Was playing chamber music
Before a slack bed
And if the cuckoo
Doesn’t tick
And doesn’t need a velvet
Rag
As a goblin
You’ve taken out of your heart
A bunny,
the lucky one
you came when I was leaving
in a magical misunderstanding
going back or turning around
he had lead on his feet
when fear most urged me
you put your finger on the trigger
shadows fell one by one
so did your clothes
now I use for the first time a sun to measure
which warms me in the middle of January
there is who says that it’s an illusion
I will never wonder
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SENSE LA MAR (Without the Sea)
I will never say this snow
Doesn’t make winter much beautiful
That this garden so Japanese
Doesn’t give a subtle touch
Of exotic interest
Nor those amazing deserts
Where the sky seems to be a mad idea
Aren’t goods to preserve
At least as the forest
Or some artworks
Without the sea nothing is he same
I stop being interested in the howl of the wind
And that palace in white marble
And that crowded stadium
Without the sea nor you nor me are the same
Nor the sky with all its stars
And we lack of a bit
Of blue and swing
Without the sea
I will never say that for your eyes
I haven’t put away my pride
You can assume it is true
Avery fake caress
Is a punch
I don’t want to think tonight
Bad luck lies in my bed
Cold as a happy ending
As an angel who forbids
The entrance to heaven
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L’AMANT (The Lover)
There is a time for everything, for you too
You have forgotten it, that’s why I’m saying so
Your children are your pride
They grow up confident, they speak English
They are sporty
You have a husband, you can’t complain
There are some worse, not too silly
Nor too smart but not kindness itself
Nor criminal just an habit
Like breathing
You often said I have what I need
However lately it isn’t so any more
How suspicious! You aren’t heard so frequently
May you have a secret? I think you do
You have a lover,
Nobody special a common one
What makes him good is novelty
It works that way Everybody knows
The fact is that desire is so fond of
Exploring the world
Who knows how much it will last
Sometimes doubts regrets
But how beautiful you are in that dress
It’s breathtaking to know that once i was
Your lover
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VOLDRIA SER INVISIBLE (I Woud Like To Be Invisible)
To cross the threshold of the most elegant places
And believe for a moment that I’m not one more
I would like to be invisible and see in the darkness
How you receive and I don’t know from whom, the kiss
I would like to be invisible and not to feel any pain
If I fall downstairs or I have a tooth taken out
And cause tempests with the tip of my fingers
Shivers you didn’t expect joyfully wet
I would like to be invisible as an old ghost
But with no chains tied to my ankles
Three hundred years on my back of delayed love
Are a guarantee I didn’t fade
I would like to be invisible, don’t know if I have already said
Write between inverted commas words for oblivion
And in full daylight steal you some button
Pray to your legs for resurrection
I would like to be invisible go out without Money
And everyday lose direction and control
Empty the supermarket without going to the cash desk
And caress you in a secret hard on
So that the walls are of honey and curd
And the plaster in the cracks newborn’s smiles
I would like to be invisible and lie by your side
To see how two hearts and a city burn
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LA NIT NO POT DORMIR (The Night Can’t Sleep)
The night can’t sleep
When kisses hurt
Girls are thirsty
And you can’t afford it
The night at midnight
Is like a secret heart
Which may open to you
If you aren’t wise enough
The night can’t sleep
And the roofs mourn
Died all the stars
That some eyes are able to count
There is a kind of a sudden flash
In an announcement of vermouth
Which dazzles the city
Where I know nobody
Creaks the song
If you can’t dance it
Lie to me again
And swear you will come
We’ll be the dummies
In an old shopwindow
The can’t sleep
And I can’t sleep either
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COM EL VENT DEL NORD (As the North Wind)
I know you live among beech trees
Full of charm and ancestors
That you won’t change the land
For a waste of eternity
As the sun comes back in May
I can see you sometimes and you seem true
As the bird which glides
Over waves and cathedrals
Thin as a glow-worm
And firm as the North wind
Maybe you are a fire not burning
But with you the heart is never cold
May you be lucky wherever you are
Dragons and goblins by your side
Live your world of miracles
And think of me from time to time
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NOVEMBRE (November)
If you find it possible to step on the fallen leaves
Mist up with the Windows and draw circles with your fingers
Write the romantic name of the rain
Bite a juicy peach
Juicy as the lips which long for you
November has a voice of violoncello
A hole in its shoe and mist on its hair
Skin of moss soul of bell tower
And a not-ending night
A never-ending night
If you find it possible come closer along the platform
I will be wearing a grey jacket and a book under my arm
Until the whistle sound I will wait for you as I always do
Even though I don’t know very well who you are
And now fever goes higher and higher
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VEÏNES I CAFÈ (Neighbours and Coffees)
It’s hard to know
That less than four steps from you they are preparing coffee
That there is a mirror looking at you a soap soaping up you
And an angel combing you
A long time ago
I know quite well
That one passes through life without making any noise
And suddenly everything collapses and turns
Blown by the wind
As a dead leaf
Old paradise
Spoken about by everyone but seen by none
That of your smile would be enough for me
There are days which are disgusting
Fully painted in grey
It’s hard to know
That your canary bird tweets as I will never do
And today as every day you will be fantasy
The fever of he who is getting
Some illness
I know well
That our dreams and coffee have cooled down
And a downpour of nostalgia falls over Barcelona
Because you have moved away
And you were so hot
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PERQUÈ PLOVIA (Because It Was Raining)
Because it was raining
The city had a harbour
Where nobody knew the sea
Any man seemed
A poet or a spy as in a novel
Because it was raining
Longing for Autumn
Wet streets
Accordions
Café cats
And loves lost
Even before losing them
As now I m losing your eyes
Lighter the punishment
The highest black poplars the most weightless skyscrapers
Any woman exhibited a secret drawn on her lips
But that hardly was
Because it was raining
Because it was raining
Birds were wearing hats
And streetlamps melancholy
Any thief seemed
The shadow of the shadow of a shadow
With goldsmith fingers
Because it was raining
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LA CERIMÒNIA DELS ADÉUS (The Ceremony of Farewells)
Pain has nothing of romantic
America is a sullen dream
This ship isn’t the Titanic
This ship is no ship
Under a murk sky of cobblestone
the wind bites your dress
how Little roses have lasted!
How Little has summer!
Look at my eyes before leaving
The ceremony of farewells
Doesn’t want sobs doesn’t want nostalgia
Nor a shadow of regret
Sweet desire weak memory
Sloughs its skin and the city
Deconstructs neighbourhood by neighbourhood
Any trace of our steps
And in the bar on the corner
In blue smoke and rough songs
Alcohol promises what it what it can’t pay
And always says your name in vain
I have your smile tattooed
Little more I kept fro you
Thanks for your lies
They will always be true for me