EXTRAVAGÀNCIA A VILAFRANCA

Em pintaria la cara de blanc, i em passejaria, tranquila, per la Parellada. Potser, així, veuria, en les cares dels altres, allò que no hi sé veure encara que ho vulgui. Com una gran mentida, molt gran i grandiosa. Com alguna cosa tarada, que fa ensopegar. Així em dirien, "hola maca, tu maca, que sola que vas!" I els diria, "jo, jo només vull passejar!" Un sonet té quatre estrofes: de quatre versos, els dos primers; de tres, els dos darrers, l'últim, el més maco per collons. Així ho diu la viquipèdia, ara ho buscava per no errar. M'hi han contat de rius i llegendes, de llacs i muntanyes, m'hi han saludat al passar, amb rialles que fan de bon assajar. Gent com tu, que fas goig de veure caminar. I tot això, on va passar?

POEMA DEDICAT

Encara t’estimaré, i no ho sabràs mai?

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FINALLY

Finally, the 10th anniversary had arrived. She felt confused. Her parents had warned her when she was 10 years old. When you are 20 years old, you will marry Gerard and you will go to live in your own home, which will be your husband’s house. You will have to leave school because you will have to go shopping, to cook and to care of the children you will have. In the coming months, preparations for the wedding will begin: they will invite relatives from Holland and England. Her father would speak with the priest in l’Espirall to fix a date, probably spring time, because then they would be able to adorn everything with broom from fields of Penedès. Her mother prepared a big meal for the guests. She had always had got on with Gerard. She knew him from 1st of ESO and they had shared basketball games and school trips. But so soon, she felt she still had everything to do! She would have finished a cicle formatiu de grau mitjà, she would have gone to live in Holland with her sister, who would have taught her English well, and there she could have studied to be a lawyer. But her parents and brothers said that this was not for her: she had to follow the tradition and to do as her mother did: taking care for the family. Her husband would be responsible for bringing money home, so that she could live quietly. But Andrew always came to her mind. Since they met at Summer Camp in El Raval, they had always sent one each other emails that were sincere and full of hope love letters, postcards that had inspired them, news clippings about cities they would visit together, school subjects materials.

PUBLICACIONS

How could I tell you?
That's a pity that you and me can't not explain one another.
I would call you just now and... I would ask for things like work, and life, but I cannot now.

Gemma

Danso, danso, danso sense parar,
avui danso, danso, danso sense parar...

It is difficult to let minutes pass by.
There is no need to get anxious, it's only a little time to get out.

I believe I have all that I deserved. Don't I?
I have all that I believe in. Is not that enough?

We could fight against something
but there is still that I own to,
which doesn't let me to know what it is on the other side.

I want to go there and to come back to explain you
what it would have been living in another kind of world,
we are so many people that don't know!

Let me go to the other side,
Let me go to the other side!

I will explain it as better as I can what it is about,
and then we'll understand what it could have been, before we die.

Let me go to the other side,
let me go to the other side.

Don't I manage to love?
Where should I find new things to discover?
Inside myself?
Is that all?

Dear, are you happy?

Once, I promised:
"I will never do the same they did to me".

Oh, mummy,
what are you doing just now?
Are you thinking of me?
Are you cooking for father?
Are you here?

It has been a long time
(it's difficult for me to remember this expression), 
since I've not heard about my Irish angel.

He blocked public access to his friends on facebook to me,
so I thought, obviously, it had been because of my fault: trying to speak to a friend of him (maybe his potential girlfriend, still worse, the woman of his life! So it was a big intrusion, speaking about correctness.
(but I guess this things might happen in the facebook wide world, so, then, why so many faces on it?).
Then, I blocked him for ever (for ever!) in my facebook list of friends.
So I've not seen him for a long time, now.

I can live with or without him, of course.
It was only my imagination.
That's all I can induct from all that.
See you, my mystic love, anyway.

Dear you,
I'm writing this letter because I have nobody else to talk to.
Today it has been terrible, I would say,
but how can it be?
I've been surrounded
by people I work with,
I have a book to read by Friday,
a possible grant for a summer course,
a professional goal,
an online course to deal with,
piles in the bum,
cockroaches in the kitchen.
Bye,

I would never live far away from home.
My brother, at hospital,
my mother, taking care of all her flowers,
my father, growing up,
where would they be?
And him, an impossible dream.
Take things as they are, dear,
I tell to myself.
No heart, no pain.

I feel tired, as I was one hundred years old,
but tomorrow I might feel better,
without all these obstacles to overcome in front of me.

Tomorrow I might get up very very Early,
and take a lot of coffee with a little of milk,
and not to need anything in the whole day but working, quietly.

I have completely no words.
Since you cut that umbilical union,
my friend Gabriela told me you were right to get ungry.
So now I have, absolutely, nothing to get said.

Life

What about me being a musician?
I've always tried hard with the violin,
but nobody has never told me I'am doig well!

So, what else can I try?
I'm styding law and economy,
me, who has never discussed about this!
I'm trying hard, really!

If I never told you,
I'm doing my best,
happy afterall!

It's Otis Redding, and his "Dock of the bay" fault!

I am feeling (am feeling?) without guilty,
I've always liked doing things well!
But if I don't find myself,
whose fault is it?

Avui he aprofitat el dia.
L'amor ha sortit a Fires,
ha fet el dinar, la migdiada.
Ha anat a l'hort quan encara plovia.

Jo he escrit 10 pàgines a mà,
baixat pel·lícules,
llegit sentències,
mirat una guia de Dublin.

That time

That time, I was completely wrong.
But I know something new, now.

I moved two steps forward,
and one backwards: it is another way of telling it.

Another way, it would be: I've lost,
but did anything need to be changed?

There is no need to scape.