tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68113211764988433512024-03-14T06:07:52.157+01:00Trossets del que pensoMarta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.comBlogger833125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-82298328995288913162015-04-12T23:06:00.001+02:002015-04-12T23:06:07.454+02:00Vols venir amb mi?<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Ja estic preparada </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>per creuar els dits,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>per tenir una mica de sort,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>perquè em surtin les ales,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>i tenir més d'un motiu.</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Ho tinc tot a punt,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>l'equipatge fet,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>les ganes enceses,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>i l'anhel comptant els segons.</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Portaré el sol,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>i a la nit els estels,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>i un sac de petons</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>per si ens avorrim,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>i volem fer quelcom més.</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Què em dius,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>vols venir amb mi?</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span>Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-17346600328555132462015-03-26T21:29:00.001+01:002015-03-26T21:29:36.187+01:00Hi ha motius per...<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Hi ha motius per no tornar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">camins per perdre-s'hi,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">records per oblidar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i deserts per ofegar-se.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Somriures de tristesa,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">llàgrimes d'alegria,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">fum de tots colors,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i sentiments que porten culpa.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Hiverns al Carib,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">estius a Suïssa,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">cafè endolcit,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i lletra que es torna muda.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Ocells que caminen,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">persones que volen,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">espies espiats,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i nits sense lluna.</span></em></strong><br />
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Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-32391207411056083542015-03-25T23:38:00.004+01:002015-03-25T23:38:59.676+01:00Algú<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sempre hi ha algú que parla,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">mentre hi ha algú que escolta.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Algú que somia,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i algú que toca de peus a terra.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Algú que busca caragols,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i algú que cerca la pluja.<br />Algú que té por de la por</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i algú que diu que és valent,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">amb la boca petita.<br />Algú que menja,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i d'altres que passen gana.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Algú que no té temps<br />i algú que el malgasta.<br />I sort que hi ha algú,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i que nosaltres no estem sols</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">per parlar amb qui no calla,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i tocar de peus a terra</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">mentre somiem buscar la pluja,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i trobem caragols</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que algú menja</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">amb la boca petita</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè diu que no té temps,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però en realitat,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">el que ha perdut,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">és la seva llengua.</span></em></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>no sempre tenen forma.</em></strong></span><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Qui sap interpretar</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">pensa que porta avantatja,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i se sent vencedor d'un somni,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">del que mai desperta.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Guanya, però no per força.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Perd, però mai per derrota.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Els batecs són la marea</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que mullen la costa</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i voregen tot el que toquen,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">deixant gust de mar</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">en llavis dolços,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i llàgrimes de sal</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">quan el sentiment és un nom</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que perd el nord</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè s'enamora</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">d'un miratge que és un batec,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">amb els teus ulls,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i la teva boca.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">ja no és un motiu per quedar-me.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Ara mes aviat, </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">és el desig irrefrenable</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">de saber que tu m'estimes,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">el que no em fa moure,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">del teu costat.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">El que distorsiona la realitat,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i li posa gust i tacte,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè la resta</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">ja ve amb nosaltres:<br />carícies, petons i abraçades</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que en lloc de minvar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">quan tu ets a prop,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">no paren de créixer.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">No sé per què serà.</span></em></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>això ho pot fer qualsevol,</em></strong></span><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">en qualsevol moment.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Jo, em vull quedar</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">en aquell raconet </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">on el cor no pot més,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i s'obliga a dir sí senyor,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i a bategar més fort</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">quan, sense permís,<br />pensa que l'amor existeix</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">encara que les distàncies,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i les prohibicions,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">marquin fronteres.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Però saps?</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">No tots els murs són de pedra,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">alguns cauen amb les mirades</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i després,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">després ningú pot parar.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Jo, ja t'he avisat.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">No vull estar amb tu,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">això ho pot fer qualsevol,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">en qualsevol moment,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">jo em vull quedar </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">en aquell raconet</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">on no em pots oblidar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i el cor no pot més</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i t'obliga a dir sí senyor,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i a bategar.</span></em></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"></span>Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-53284117979453406972015-03-19T23:07:00.000+01:002015-03-19T23:07:24.176+01:00Això, no es pregunta<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Pocs diuen que saben</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i molts, es queden amb el dubte</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i sincerament, </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">no és condició sine qua non l'experiència.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">M'equivoco</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i les errades deixen rastre</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">per desgràcia, </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">com les bones flaires, </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però segueixo endavant</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">com la millor equilibrista,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">intentant fer el correcte.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">I què és el correcte?<br />Si ho sabés, tampoc ho faria,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè no vull ser perfecta,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">jo, sols vull estimar-te.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Això, no es pregunta. </span></em></strong><br />
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Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-30362694765711732032015-03-18T23:03:00.001+01:002015-03-18T23:03:28.437+01:00Hi ha guspires que encenen focs<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Ella sap que no és res,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però de tant en tant,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">hi ha guspires </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que encenen focs,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i provoquen incendis.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Fogueres </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que s'apaguen amb focs</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">on la felicitat</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">és el combustible,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i el desig, la metxa.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">No hi ha bosc,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">sols pell que fogalleja,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i després de tot,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">després que sols quedi cendra,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">tornarem a posar-hi més llenya,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè, diuen que si no cuides el foc</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">mor la foguera,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i amb ella,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">l'anhel que crema.</span></em></strong><br />
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Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-1148371347053349312015-03-18T12:24:00.001+01:002015-03-18T12:33:30.170+01:00Tocaven a nones<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>Tocaven a nones </em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>aquella tarda de setembre,</em></strong></span><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">silenci mastegat</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">esperant passar les hores</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">entre oracions i espelmes,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">per creure en Déu</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i qui sap si amb els homes,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i vestir de fe</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">aquells dubtes terrenals, </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que com a mortals ens assetgen.<br />La campana ja calla</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i ara, sols s'escolta</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">frisar les túniques, </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i les sabates.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Tothom mira al cel<br />buscant qui sap si</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">alguna cosa més,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que l'aigua de la pluja.</span></em></strong><br />
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<br />Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-49898152127254033662015-03-16T13:00:00.002+01:002015-03-16T13:00:42.913+01:00Adéu, Espanya<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>Ja sé que s'ha posat de moda creure,</em></strong></span><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">de dir a tot sí senyor,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">de no fer preguntes incòmodes,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i d'anar amb el cap cot.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">De ser ramats de bens</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que caminen tots al mateix pas,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però, em pregunto,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i si en lloc de ser tan correctes,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">en lloc de fer sense preguntar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">en lloc de ser bèsties temoroses</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">ens tornem tots ovelles negres,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que deixen per sempre de belar?</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Espanya, jo, vull marxar.</span></em></strong><br />
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Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-81726907645160560232015-03-14T22:43:00.002+01:002015-03-14T22:43:41.203+01:00Fronteres salvatges<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Tu parlaves</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i jo, mentre callada,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">aixuplugada al llindar</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">on les paraules volen sortir,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i no poden.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Volen, però no poden, </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè tenen distàncies,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">fronteres que,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">qui sap si un dia,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">es tornaran salvatges</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i es deixaran anar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i nues,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">tocaran sensacions</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que sols es poden explicar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">enmig de carícies.</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></em></strong><br />
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Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-72926205175649086632015-03-12T22:02:00.000+01:002015-03-12T22:02:35.045+01:00Abans de mullar-te<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">No tots els estels llueixen igual,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">ni les foscors </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">són de gola de llop</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">amb por inclosa,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">ni les teranyines juguen a trencar-se</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">mentre el temps</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">corre amunt i avall,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">amb la pressa d'estimar-te.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Un segon,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">dos segons,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">tres segons,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i t'ofegues en un got d'aigua</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">abans de mullar-te,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè l'ànsia sols té el teu nom</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">enganxat a la meva boca</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">si el silenci</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">compta les hores,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i el desig, toca els batecs</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">de tot allò que, </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">quan abans no sabia,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">ara ja sap que existeix.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></em></strong><br />Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-52482952255064614182015-03-08T23:02:00.001+01:002015-03-08T23:06:34.919+01:00El molt de tenir por<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">No goso,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i em quedo a les portes</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">de qui sap què,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i qui sap on</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">amb les sabates molles</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">de trepitjar tantes llàgrimes,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i la llengua esparracada,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">cansada de dir mots.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Esperant que el món canviï</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i algú en trobi el desenllaç,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè res no sigui pitjor<br />que el molt de tenir por.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">I així, serrant les dents, <br />m'empasso l'enyor,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">em canvio les sabates<br />i torno a caminar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">cosint els forats de la meva llengua</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">encara que aquesta estigui cansada<br />d'esperar que el món canviï,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i algú, en trobi la solució.</span></em></strong><br />
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Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-66311320704585766932015-03-08T00:23:00.000+01:002015-03-08T00:23:10.077+01:00Si et dic tot el que penso<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">No vulguis saber tant.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Si et dic </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">tot el que penso </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">sabràs tant com jo,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i llavors,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">no hi haurà misteris<br />què somiar<br />quan tanquis els ulls,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">aquesta nit </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">al dormir.<br />Així, que millor</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">no vulguis saber tant,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i et deixis sorprendre,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">doncs, avui la insinuació</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">li diu al tacte</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que tot el que penso</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i tot el que sé,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">és el que vull tenir</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">aquesta nit,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">quan jo tanqui els ulls,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">per anar a dormir.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">No vulguis saber tant,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè si et dic</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">tot el que el penso,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">sabràs tant com jo,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i llavors,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">no hi haurà misteris</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">què somiar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">ni somnis on anar a dormir.</span></em></strong><br />
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Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-7241270508121868602015-03-06T20:27:00.002+01:002015-03-06T20:27:52.842+01:00Així<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Així com la inèrcia</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">porta un moviment insistent<br />que no la permet aturar-se,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i la foscor atrau la llum,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">així com els motius</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">no sempre tenen raons<br />però succeeixen,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i els impossibles</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">poden esdevenir</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">realitats factibles,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">encara que no sigui,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">tan sovint com voldríem.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Així surt el sol al matí</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i la lluna als vespres,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i la vida deixa glopades d'aire<br />perquè qui la vulgui sentir,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">no s'hagi de conformar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">sols amb viure.</span></em></strong><br />
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Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-77793467865551385752015-03-03T23:52:00.002+01:002015-03-03T23:55:53.038+01:00Penjada d'un fil<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>Corro,</em></strong></span><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però el temps no s'atura.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Veig l'horitzó<br />al final del camí,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però avui,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">deixo la lluna<br />penjada d'un fil<br />i quatre núvols,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">per fer-li companyia.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">No m'agrada </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que estigui sola,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">no m'agrada</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que passi pena,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">així que avui,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">corro,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però el temps no s'atura,<br />ho sigui<br />que agafo la lluna,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i els quatre núvols</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i mirant l'horitzó,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">avui li faig de seguici,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè no m'agrada </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que estigui sola</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">penjada d'un fil,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">on l'horitzó<br />és el final d'un camí</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">on sempre,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">el temps no s'atura.</span></em></strong><br />
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Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-12102096401739334052015-03-02T22:53:00.000+01:002015-03-02T22:53:01.579+01:00Desig de pell<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">A vegades,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">les coses no es toquen</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè cremen</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i després,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">després no es poden </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">deixar de tocar.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">I si aquell desig de pell</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">avui es fes realitat,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i s'esvaís </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">entre la llengua </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i el paladar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">amb la intenció </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">de quedar-s'hi per sempre?</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Llavors, </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">hauries de preparar molt de temps</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">doncs, quan jo començo,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">les meves intencions</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">no porten pressa per acabar.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">I si aquell desig de pell,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">avui es fes realitat?</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Diuen aquells que en saben</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que si hi ha brasa encesa,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">el foc, mai s'apagarà.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">A vegades,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">les coses no es toquen</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè cremen,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i d'altres,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè no es poden </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">deixar de tocar.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i marxen sense avisar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">com el que tant costa d'aconseguir</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i la tendresa de mirar la veritat</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">en els ulls d'algú,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que mai t'enganya.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Així,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">simple, ras i curt,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">de sobte, sense pensar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">allargant el temps</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">en cada batec</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">per si el demà mai arriba</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i s'oblida que som,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">les ganes d'una carícia,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que acaba de començar.</span></em></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>ara, tot anirà bé,</em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>i farà baixada.</em></strong></span><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">La nit no tindrà miralls,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">sols ganes de mirar-te</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">on dos ulls es fan quatre</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">encara que aquests,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">es tanquin per tocar-se.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Però em vas dir</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i jo, vaig ometre la paraula,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè ja hem fet el més difícil</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i tot anirà bé,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i farà baixada,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i es trencarà el gel,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i començarà la màgia,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i la pell dirà, </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que avui tenia gana.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">No porto promeses a la butxaca</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però sempre poso el cor</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">per si em fa falta</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">ressuscitar de la por </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">d'estimar-te.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sedueix-me,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">ara ja hem fet el més difícil</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i tot anirà bé,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i farà baixada,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i la nit no tindrà miralls,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però sí, ganes de tocar-te.</span></em></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>un motiu per tornar,</em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>qui sap, si ho deixo per demà</em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>potser serà massa tard,</em></strong></span><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i després no podré,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">ni dir ni callar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè res estarà bé,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">si és que mai ho ha estat.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">M'ho diu el sentit comú</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que guardo per si de cas,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">per si em falla l'instint,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">per si el cor no em sap portar</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">al que he deixat avui<br />entre llençols i coixins,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">lluny, en un altre món,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">on sols estem tu i jo,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i jo i tu, allí estem sols.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">així tinc avui a la meva llengua,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">maldestra, fugissera,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i una mica entremaliada.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">De drap, diria la meva àvia,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">meandre d'un rierol sec,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que gairebé no porta aigua.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Enganxada al paladar</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">si em preguntes la resposta</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">doncs, ni jo mateixa sé,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">quina és la consulta.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Exaltant la seva postura</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">a cop de silenci,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè no vaga la pena cridar,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">si ningú ens escolta.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Deixant passar el temps</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">per veure si li torna la força,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i de pas, </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">diu la paraula màgica.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Però avui està presonera,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">maldestra, fugissera,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i una mica entremaliada.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Així tinc a la meva llengua.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">ventades i pluges,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">cançons a la vora del foc,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i passejades amb onades.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Nenes amb trenes</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">de galtes vermelles,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">estius de poble,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">olor del sabó de sempre,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i maduixes recentment collides.<br />Rialles i corredisses,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">la missa dels diumenges,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">el vermut a la plaça,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i tu, i els nostres records</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">de nenes petites,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">dues, que per molt que passi el temps,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">mai deixaran de ser amigues.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però jo tinc poc temps</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i molta pressa</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i aquesta nit no hi ets,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i els records s'amunteguen</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">dient-me,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que no tothom</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">en un got d'aigua s'ofega,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">perquè hi ha gent</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que mor lentament</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">veient passar les hores,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">esperant que allò</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que va sentir </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">en aquella habitació d'hotel,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">torni per eixugar-li les llàgrimes.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">podria contar moltes coses,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però prefereix callar</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">passejant-se pel mig de la gent,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">fent d'espieta.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Li agraden</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">les faldilles curtes de les dones,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">els racons plens de fulles</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i arrissar les onades,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">pintant randes d'escuma.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Se sap important</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i a vegades, bufa fort</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">fins a extenuar-se,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">per convertir-se</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">amb brisa que més tard,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">acaricia pells i ànimes.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">I encara</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que és fugisser,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">potser, un dia,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">l'atrapa una boca</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i el deixa en una altra,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">on l'amor li fa d'esquer,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">amb forma de besada.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">El vent</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">podria contar moltes coses,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però prefereix callar</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i fer d'espieta,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">pel mig de la gent,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">passejant-se.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></em></strong><br />Marta Aubàhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09314703662866483581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811321176498843351.post-30581613422742965582015-02-13T20:28:00.001+01:002015-02-13T20:28:10.489+01:00M'agrades<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">No sabria dir-te,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però tanmateix,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">ets com aquell somriure</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que brolla del desconegut</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i t'omple la panxa</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">de papallones trapelles</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que juguen a empaitar-se,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">com la vida </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">quan comença</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i la il·lusió </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">que mai s'apaga,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">la dolça remor</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">del rierol en primavera</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">tot just es desfan les glaçades</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">i les nits on la foscor</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">no dóna por,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">sinó confiança.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">No sabria dir-te,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">però tanmateix, </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: x-large;">m'agrades.</span></em></strong><br />
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