tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298006381734156972024-03-18T22:51:17.469+01:00 el racó de sa lluna sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.comBlogger762125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-15573941232739752362024-03-17T13:10:00.000+01:002024-03-17T14:02:24.063+01:00PARTiDA iL·LEGAL<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmLscS_fPuWdY3V0aFSmin9CweUWsGNIe7274lhhKbu0sSLmcLEFyG4aHwpr9Ky_NjXfOtymjWriwHc6oPoP69yB1yGJRr8awAPOVbl-IkpF_uRZxYRusB0E0DBUEoG2vJnA2eCFZu-jukdygBeq-khzW6v9J4U2BzDW-oa2pZLvKwf395-eqk7H8b/s400/Cassius_Marcellus_Coolidge_-_Poker_Game_(1894).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="332" data-original-width="400" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmLscS_fPuWdY3V0aFSmin9CweUWsGNIe7274lhhKbu0sSLmcLEFyG4aHwpr9Ky_NjXfOtymjWriwHc6oPoP69yB1yGJRr8awAPOVbl-IkpF_uRZxYRusB0E0DBUEoG2vJnA2eCFZu-jukdygBeq-khzW6v9J4U2BzDW-oa2pZLvKwf395-eqk7H8b/w400-h333/Cassius_Marcellus_Coolidge_-_Poker_Game_(1894).png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Dosis;">Cassius Marcellus Coolidge, 1894, Poker Game </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Dosis;">a </span><span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Dosis;"> <a href="https://relatsconjunts.blogspot.com/2024/03/el-joc-de-poquer.html" target="_blank">RELATS CONJUNTS</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: Dosis;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: Delius;">Com cada dissabte es reunien a casa d'un dels amics per jugar una partida de pòquer i xerrar de tot el que passava pel món, sense arreglar res, és clar!. Aquest dissabte tocava a cal Roc, acompanyat com sempre per la seva dona Roxy que, de tant en tant, entrava per veure si l'ampolla de whisky necessitava reemplaçar i de passada fumar-se una cigarreta. Però semblava que aquella nit hi havia alguna cosa més, estaven tots tres asseguts, ningú deia res i les seves cares eren de tristesa i preocupació. Es miraven als ulls i en Bruc deia tot solemne, -Estás segur?, la resposta sempre era la mateixa, -Sí, ja n'hem xerrat d'això, oi?. Seguía la partida i en Milo aprofitava que la dona sortia per comentar, -Pensa que no podràs anar cap enrere!. Els silencis s'anaven fent més llargs, de fet tots tres sabien que aquella nit es podia fer més alegra si no en xerraven pus. Els ulls d'en Roc es varen aigualir per un instant, -Estimats amics, sou uns bons amics, per això mateix aquesta qüestió no pot sortir d'aquí!. Els dos assentiren amb el cap i continuaren la partida. Aquella nit no importava qui la guanyés, en acabar es donaren una forta abraçada, més llarga que de costum i en Roc es va separar donant uns copets a l'espatlla d'en Milo dient, -Fins aviat, amics!.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;"><span style="font-family: Delius;">Al matí arribà la notícia de que el Sr. Roc s'havia suïcidat, segons els diaris havia deixat una carta on deia que patia una malaltia incurable i, per no allargar el patiment</span><span style="font-family: Delius;"> a la seva dona i als seus amics, havia pres una dosi molt alta de cianur barrejat amb Whisky... del bo!. (La sorna l'acompanyà fins a la mort) D.E.P.</span></span></div><p></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-37759549592019414102024-03-14T18:00:00.012+01:002024-03-15T12:08:40.228+01:00RESCATATS . . . [ XVI ]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcdlCW4fpw91jowTTHV8nJPiYd0TE07FJrUU1834hNq9FKItJFzEkbeuvc-RL9IjL8HSwSFNC_D2JLqZAk7AMuZnFtthqZjN8Qs5fzxcBIMLsvrAB6E2_OG7M84c6EXlzoleNmn1_TAUvknLpkzY6Pxx_zq1nIquXqxOFfSH8nnxTVOpRqMTlkE6PM/s1023/Cadira-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="1023" height="554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcdlCW4fpw91jowTTHV8nJPiYd0TE07FJrUU1834hNq9FKItJFzEkbeuvc-RL9IjL8HSwSFNC_D2JLqZAk7AMuZnFtthqZjN8Qs5fzxcBIMLsvrAB6E2_OG7M84c6EXlzoleNmn1_TAUvknLpkzY6Pxx_zq1nIquXqxOFfSH8nnxTVOpRqMTlkE6PM/w640-h554/Cadira-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Fredor a l'ambient,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">fins i tot</span><span style="color: #cccccc;"> </span></span><span style="color: #e7e5e5;"> </span><a href="https://barbollaire.blogspot.com/2024/03/anonims-cxvii.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">la cadira</span></a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">reclama caliu.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Delius; font-size: x-small;">[Març ~ 2024]</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="53" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TFeTxj8kDD8" width="187" youtube-src-id="TFeTxj8kDD8"></iframe></div><p></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-24301460974853576072024-03-11T10:30:00.013+01:002024-03-17T19:06:40.958+01:00CiMS<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIsNoyIQfJKQIBLXfHz2_FB4jNiQJqCSXNo78Y2Vg9XoDtwD2hZvlNgDV1-NkzpHPuwhkoz5xX2UY4WDMEunbGFUI-f9B2foU3dXvLX1_2S2SQ3RiCdLRsMoO0YYxVQDlmQ5BI2YIqlHWwNcRlbi_l4oRBem0wIm77psGVvNEFLTTGS7jazTTi4bv/s3038/R0014064-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1953" data-original-width="3038" height="413" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIsNoyIQfJKQIBLXfHz2_FB4jNiQJqCSXNo78Y2Vg9XoDtwD2hZvlNgDV1-NkzpHPuwhkoz5xX2UY4WDMEunbGFUI-f9B2foU3dXvLX1_2S2SQ3RiCdLRsMoO0YYxVQDlmQ5BI2YIqlHWwNcRlbi_l4oRBem0wIm77psGVvNEFLTTGS7jazTTi4bv/w640-h413/R0014064-2.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">Al mig dels murs </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Delius;"><span style="font-size: medium;">el cim és davant teu.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Delius;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Futurs incerts.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Delius; font-size: small;">[Març ~2024] </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Delius; font-size: small;">— — — — — — — — — </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">El cim, llunyà</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">ens dóna anhel de vida.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">Sempre en l'intent.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">[Carme]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">Es mostra el cim</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">entre vells murs derruïts.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">Un futur incert.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">[Barbollaire] </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">Veig una paret,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">em diuen que és un mur,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">podré escapar.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">[Alfred]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">Senyala al cel</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">entre les velles parets.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">T'està esperant.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">[qui sap si...]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">A cyclist passing</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">stone witnesses of the past</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">none knows the future</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">[Sean]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">En segon terme</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">passa una bicicleta</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">me'n vaig amb ella.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">[Xavier]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">No pots baixar </span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: medium;">de la bici si vols</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="font-size: medium;">arribar enlloc</span>.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">[Helena]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Delius;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="56" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KXw8CRapg7k" width="167" youtube-src-id="KXw8CRapg7k"></iframe></div></span></div><p></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-48149481501799527692024-03-08T14:45:00.001+01:002024-03-08T21:10:57.477+01:00DONA 💜<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7Py606zyVGC_G-KnvMf7XVK0uvU1L5JE5R3eB1KZV5TiJWnI3Sckxe5nYxJCO9hCBHUD3ZLPT9X0Av0jXGL88gGUjrzB_BGgQRiXFwheJkNpNI0WTeS1yqN2IcpkS8e-qIlKldf83-jluYcXJUBpq7bUt0P73vtmrQtwSuzVVgyuxmkrT9Q9TM7O/s2048/Imagen%20033-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7Py606zyVGC_G-KnvMf7XVK0uvU1L5JE5R3eB1KZV5TiJWnI3Sckxe5nYxJCO9hCBHUD3ZLPT9X0Av0jXGL88gGUjrzB_BGgQRiXFwheJkNpNI0WTeS1yqN2IcpkS8e-qIlKldf83-jluYcXJUBpq7bUt0P73vtmrQtwSuzVVgyuxmkrT9Q9TM7O/w640-h480/Imagen%20033-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #c8baf1; font-family: Coming Soon;">Des de sempre ens ho han posat tot més difícil, encara ara em fa ràbia i vergonya veure com se'ns humilia, se'ns maltrata, se'ns menysprea, se'ns mata... A aquestes "persones?" que no han evolucionat mai, què volen tenir-nos per la força, que utilitzen paraules com "ets meva i de ningú més", què no ens donen l'espai per desenvolupar els nostres coneixements, què estan més ben remunerats només per ser homes... A totes aquestes "persones?" què no saben posar-se en la pell de cap de nosaltres, vos diem un cop més: </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Coming Soon; font-size: medium;">PROU!!</span><span style="color: #c8baf1; font-family: Coming Soon;"> volem els mateixos drets, volem que ens mirin als ulls de tu a tu, sense traves... ni murs... ni cadenes...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="78" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/IhTOKqwXgzQ" width="233" youtube-src-id="IhTOKqwXgzQ"></iframe></div>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-32585857436282134462024-03-06T19:05:00.000+01:002024-03-06T19:28:17.203+01:00CREURE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguZYMyeFBwgiLI8_OngVAcRc3VcyMGiilyjAuPx4_fIQTeUI8_rlyiQ-x2RLarPqGRkn3IUdujYEhL6RmNEIIdgFcqq2UEqZDTV7uCz7rQfY1ek3Vgvm3bIn0pTWXeQjdDzCyKjBkAF-lyFU970JBEIudkjfy-ixClqAic2quygmg7gJesXWLNaTn0/s6016/DSC_0080-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3932" data-original-width="6016" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguZYMyeFBwgiLI8_OngVAcRc3VcyMGiilyjAuPx4_fIQTeUI8_rlyiQ-x2RLarPqGRkn3IUdujYEhL6RmNEIIdgFcqq2UEqZDTV7uCz7rQfY1ek3Vgvm3bIn0pTWXeQjdDzCyKjBkAF-lyFU970JBEIudkjfy-ixClqAic2quygmg7gJesXWLNaTn0/w640-h418/DSC_0080-2.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1e2ca; font-family: Kalam; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1e2ca; font-family: Kalam; font-size: medium;">Si no cregués en la follia. </span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1e2ca; font-family: Kalam; font-size: medium;">Si no cregués en el desig.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1e2ca; font-family: Kalam;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Si no cregués en el silenci.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1e2ca; font-family: Kalam; font-size: medium;">Si no cregués en el deliri. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1e2ca; font-family: Kalam; font-size: medium;">Si no cregués en l'esperança.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1e2ca; font-family: Kalam; font-size: medium;">Quin motiu podria haver-hi,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1e2ca; font-family: Kalam; font-size: medium;">AMOR, per no estimar-te?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1e2ca; font-family: Kalam; font-size: x-small;">[Març ~ 2024]</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="64" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/znRMS6FXLSI" width="191" youtube-src-id="znRMS6FXLSI"></iframe></div><p></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-75409718018282059152024-03-03T14:00:00.000+01:002024-03-03T14:19:47.112+01:00OBJECTiU<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Zwskmkz-EMsXKRh-MyDOkdVfw4mlRGJzqZwC1Lj0MW8y_grhPxXqLhShqE_CoZSFc3E5pXw0huKTt5AFvQN7ys6evIZXII3YTMnplRyzmaEpT5lUVVm0Ny2dwSxd3aebgc48Gbp7a3eC04vjidYqa2GTnEE4eMkcxmgRRXJeSsu51KwZph-grOsQ/s3531/R0018027-2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2641" data-original-width="3531" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Zwskmkz-EMsXKRh-MyDOkdVfw4mlRGJzqZwC1Lj0MW8y_grhPxXqLhShqE_CoZSFc3E5pXw0huKTt5AFvQN7ys6evIZXII3YTMnplRyzmaEpT5lUVVm0Ny2dwSxd3aebgc48Gbp7a3eC04vjidYqa2GTnEE4eMkcxmgRRXJeSsu51KwZph-grOsQ/w640-h478/R0018027-2.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">Tant se val que sigui com una pedra, com una frondosa palmera, com un raig d'aigua, com una llum... tu no treus la mirada del teu objectiu, tret d'això res més t'importa... ni saber si la llum s'apaga, ni escoltar la història d'aquest desig, ni si hi ha aigua que brolli, ni</span><span style="text-align: left;"> tan sols per veure-hi clar</span><span style="text-align: left;">... Podria caure el món i no te n'adonaries del que sento per tu... </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="63" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/SHNiSNoIUQs" width="198" youtube-src-id="SHNiSNoIUQs"></iframe></div></div>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-57938333697633698192024-02-29T19:15:00.002+01:002024-03-01T14:29:06.082+01:00PETONS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xna0AM-lI-U/YHBRZlsUSYI/AAAAAAABM58/vQpVGj9OyiYkaflyRP0ukYBAxJOyrGtFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s200/77367a7e4a3237de00130314a01632ff.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xna0AM-lI-U/YHBRZlsUSYI/AAAAAAABM58/vQpVGj9OyiYkaflyRP0ukYBAxJOyrGtFgCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h240/77367a7e4a3237de00130314a01632ff.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons que pronuncien per si sols </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">la sentència d'amor condemnatòria.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons que es donen amb la mirada,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">hi ha petons que es donen amb la memòria. </span></p></blockquote><p><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons silenciosos, petons nobles,</span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">hi ha petons enigmàtics, sincers,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">hi ha petons que es donen només les ànimes,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">hi ha petons per prohibits, veritables.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons que calcinen i que fereixen.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons que arrabassen els sentits.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons misteriosos que han deixat</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">mil somnis errants i perduts.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons problemàtics que enclouen</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">una clau que ningú ha desxifrat.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons que engendren la tragèdia,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">quantes roses en fermall han desfullat.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons perfumats, petons tebis</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">que bateguen en íntims anhels.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons que en els llavis deixen empremtes</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">com un camp de sol entre dos gels.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons que semblen lliris</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">per sublims, ingenus i per purs.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons traïdors i covards,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">hi ha petons maleïts i perjurs.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Judes fa un petó a Jesús i deixa impresa</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">a la cara de Déu, la traïció;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">mentre, la Magdalena amb els seus petons,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">fortifica piadosa la seva agonia.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Des de llavors en els petons batega</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">l'amor, la traïció i els dolors.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">En els casaments humans s'assemblen</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">a la brisa que juga amb les flors.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Hi ha petons que produeixen deliris</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">d'amorosa passió ardent i boja,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">tu els coneixes bé, són petons meus,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">inventats per mi, per a la teva boca.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Petons de flama que en rastre imprès</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">porten els solcs d'un amor vetat.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Petons de tempesta, salvatges petons</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">que només els nostres llavis han provat.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Te'n recordes del primer...? indefinible;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">cobrí la teva cara de lívids rubors</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">i en els espasmes d'emoció terrible,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">omplint-se de llàgrimes els teus ulls.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Recordes que una tarda en boig excés</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">et vaig veure gelós imaginant greuges,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">et vaig suspendre als meus braços... vibrà un petó,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">i què vas veure després...? Sang als meus llavis.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Jo et vaig ensenyar a besar: els petons freds</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">són de impassible cor de roca.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">Jo et vaig ensenyar a besar amb petons meus,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius; font-size: medium;">inventats per mi, per a la teva boca. </span></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3;"> </span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius;">-Gabriela Mistral- </span></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="114" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zEX8mv864-0" width="278" youtube-src-id="zEX8mv864-0"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Delius;">[Traducció pròpia]</span></div>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-70454570771552184572024-02-26T15:15:00.001+01:002024-02-27T12:15:08.925+01:00REVENjA<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdFRaPjXg1qGzDoduG7CI1WTBiYrPPXVDsic-WxMe_pZzB26dpasLvqjrfcxbCBYKZy-0B0Nd_RBbXNdRvII_FfwrMBnjffF5q3FCuIga_qjx9tGGflNnuO2ZxhqiKuHt7IAXwRmrRN5_5MQE8p2E599Bac6-pIu1SY9_tsQLz8X2GDNjml0ax-5t/s5261/DSC_0333.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3527" data-original-width="5261" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdFRaPjXg1qGzDoduG7CI1WTBiYrPPXVDsic-WxMe_pZzB26dpasLvqjrfcxbCBYKZy-0B0Nd_RBbXNdRvII_FfwrMBnjffF5q3FCuIga_qjx9tGGflNnuO2ZxhqiKuHt7IAXwRmrRN5_5MQE8p2E599Bac6-pIu1SY9_tsQLz8X2GDNjml0ax-5t/w640-h430/DSC_0333.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Delius;">L'havia perdut des de feia cinc hores i allà estava, quieta, semblava tranquil·la sabent que tornaria i el seu semblant ni s'immutava. La bosa penjant, la maleta al peus, com si fos un maniquí. Cada minut que passà allà, s'anava maquinant la revenja; com més temps passés, més hi perdria... Quan el veié de lluny, un somriure maliciós aparegué als seus llavis... i s'abraçaren com mai ho havien fet...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="53" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6I5gEUjbt7g" width="187" youtube-src-id="6I5gEUjbt7g"></iframe></div><p></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-65713276747294794842024-02-22T11:30:00.001+01:002024-02-22T14:22:11.643+01:00BALADA<p><span style="background-color: #fffcfc;"><span class="jCAhz ChMk0b" face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" jsaction="agoMJf:PFBcW;MZfLnc:P7O7bd;nt4Alf:pvnm0e,pfE8Hb,PFBcW;B01qod:dJXsye;H1e5u:iXtTIf;lYIUJf:hij5Wb" jscontroller="Gn4SMb" jsname="txFAF" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; color: #3c4043; cursor: pointer; font-size: 18px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fffcfc;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSKIETpcksM_dUWsKIfPHGCfHx6qmFGZZNDPk41wFLUwuxnRKMV_todBuzvUxbLjBhKdu1c-KsVaEwkRwlAqpjedkqdshLBOF2LSXAwz6Pkzyhhkn_i5m7quBdMkXC_r7CvaPQ9dHFoZ8dO5gX-q_D825_p866Fxj_w43lmv2lD_2BaxOfSOlnF7L/s5122/DSC_1340-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3330" data-original-width="5122" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSKIETpcksM_dUWsKIfPHGCfHx6qmFGZZNDPk41wFLUwuxnRKMV_todBuzvUxbLjBhKdu1c-KsVaEwkRwlAqpjedkqdshLBOF2LSXAwz6Pkzyhhkn_i5m7quBdMkXC_r7CvaPQ9dHFoZ8dO5gX-q_D825_p866Fxj_w43lmv2lD_2BaxOfSOlnF7L/w640-h416/DSC_1340-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "Ink Free"; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fffcfc;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "Ink Free"; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3;">Tanco els ulls a la foscor de la
nit... una balada penetra per cada porus de la pell... cada gemec de les tecles
m'esquinça per dins i deixo la ment volar... mentre, el record d'unes mans van
dibuixant un somriure a l'horitzó... Com el vaivé de les onades, amb la mateixa
cadència, escolto les seves lletres que arriben com un ressò, aclaparant la
raó... “Love me, love, love me... Give me more.. You touch me... You kiss
me... You're spring to me... All things to me... Ni el silenci podria fondre
l'absència.</span></span></div></span></span></div></div><p><span style="background-color: #fffcfc;"><span class="jCAhz ChMk0b" face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" jsaction="agoMJf:PFBcW;MZfLnc:P7O7bd;nt4Alf:pvnm0e,pfE8Hb,PFBcW;B01qod:dJXsye;H1e5u:iXtTIf;lYIUJf:hij5Wb" jscontroller="Gn4SMb" jsname="txFAF" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; color: #3c4043; cursor: pointer; font-size: 18px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="62" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rDuy874spGg" width="181" youtube-src-id="rDuy874spGg"></iframe></div>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-69403103887855659322024-02-19T13:05:00.001+01:002024-02-19T13:05:00.342+01:00PARELLES . . . !!<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwyk29HMC7gUhwXI9IWEg2kyuTSA7JgwafVD3VROoCZZfXNb1ObhpNdLOJ1vW0bEnJlrA0GK3aQV0rp3kinj-h0xhNzOgramAw1rU7sXXm9WEFejnLsnNIfJqiUDkhANrY9F1ozKMzFBzFDqmcN615Ik993b-yKhyphenhyphenWVH8rrz9bzorGohszEKuEfMP_/s399/Sandro_Botticelli_-_Madonna_del_Magnificat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="399" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwyk29HMC7gUhwXI9IWEg2kyuTSA7JgwafVD3VROoCZZfXNb1ObhpNdLOJ1vW0bEnJlrA0GK3aQV0rp3kinj-h0xhNzOgramAw1rU7sXXm9WEFejnLsnNIfJqiUDkhANrY9F1ozKMzFBzFDqmcN615Ik993b-yKhyphenhyphenWVH8rrz9bzorGohszEKuEfMP_/w400-h296/Sandro_Botticelli_-_Madonna_del_Magnificat.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: Dosis;">Sandro Botticelli, 1481, Madonna del Magnificat </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Dosis;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">a </span><a href="https://relatsconjunts.blogspot.com/2024/02/verge-del-magnificat-detall.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">RELATS CONJUNTS</span></a></span></div><p><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: arial;">— Què vols, estimat?</span></p><p><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: arial;">— Passa'm la ploma! </span></p><p><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: arial;">— Uf!... hi ha algú que no ha dormit bé...</span></p><p><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: arial;">— Va dona, no em donis el dit!. T'has despertat amb juguera, avui?</span></p><p><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: arial;">— Mmm, no!... m'ha deixondit el nen... però em sembla que el senyor no té ganes de jocs.</span></p><p><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: arial;">— Va dóna-me-la, què tinc treball!</span></p><p><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: arial;">— Ni un trist petó?...</span></p><p><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: arial;">— No deixis que el nen faci malbé aquest llibre, ja saps que és molt delicat.</span></p><p><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: arial;">— Res, que no tens un dia bo... ni jocs, ni petó, ni res... arruix, arruix!</span></p><p><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: arial;">Na María posa el nen als braços d'en Josep, mentre li fa un petó al front.</span></p><p><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: arial;">— Eh, on vas Maria!?... no em deixis el nen amb mi!... va torna!</span></p><p><span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: arial;">— Me'n vaig a la cuina, ja que el senyor no està per jocs... jo també tinc feina!</span></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-24579546579744278222024-02-16T21:00:00.002+01:002024-02-18T13:18:50.659+01:00PASSiONS<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONPxME4z5dDggSsz5jDsC7pffbHiQnXET9qpwpDG5bpE1T85kVH-i_3MSZazuM2wHVoOkm9qdM5GvIAg5820HldoLAnjyDicFvicQoJ9rymUDwklHEWkY7depDD820WbbB-utCSXBoBZS-NVycpw_WIb2AekXUIAnmXPwGgL7yYiy74SLLBiRlQak/s2686/DSC_0303-4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1770" data-original-width="2686" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONPxME4z5dDggSsz5jDsC7pffbHiQnXET9qpwpDG5bpE1T85kVH-i_3MSZazuM2wHVoOkm9qdM5GvIAg5820HldoLAnjyDicFvicQoJ9rymUDwklHEWkY7depDD820WbbB-utCSXBoBZS-NVycpw_WIb2AekXUIAnmXPwGgL7yYiy74SLLBiRlQak/w640-h422/DSC_0303-4.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">Vas esborrant tot allò que et fa mal, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">dins un laberint d'incerteses </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">on la passió sempre sura...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">-malgrat tot-</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">dificultant la visió clara </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">que sempre en tingueres dels fets.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon; font-size: x-small;">[Febrer ~ 2024]</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="89" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BZ-ewG9GqVU" width="210" youtube-src-id="BZ-ewG9GqVU"></iframe></div><p></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-1009990030504413592024-02-13T10:30:00.006+01:002024-03-15T12:08:05.443+01:00TRADUiNT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_T0JoPTI5rzOmHbmzT8xmfYdZpZZDOCC7WaPv5b55p9AwL4GPCln8B44X8UI_z7Pc25uXECkyepPrmlJWu8F8neS-PyTUGDvunif3JUNnMs3i1cVaYLRmWbPbrYr6j7QRUuFFRxGV1V1TonEARsOmR7CTkFeirh68UDTC0KB7ZuUlyz3A95AYdyZ2/s1022/Balanc%C3%AD-4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1022" height="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_T0JoPTI5rzOmHbmzT8xmfYdZpZZDOCC7WaPv5b55p9AwL4GPCln8B44X8UI_z7Pc25uXECkyepPrmlJWu8F8neS-PyTUGDvunif3JUNnMs3i1cVaYLRmWbPbrYr6j7QRUuFFRxGV1V1TonEARsOmR7CTkFeirh68UDTC0KB7ZuUlyz3A95AYdyZ2/w640-h584/Balanc%C3%AD-4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">En aquest balancí on </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">s'engronsa el temps en cada segon,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">aprendré a traduir els meus sentiments</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">i les hores esdevindran lletres... </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Coming Soon";"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">i les lletres, signes d'interrogació.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon; font-size: x-small;">[Febrer ~2024]</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="40" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/B090BgFQ50Q" width="153" youtube-src-id="B090BgFQ50Q"></iframe></div><p></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-46509873838545120272024-02-09T17:00:00.001+01:002024-02-10T13:44:55.006+01:00ARRELAR<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtjaIwyiqxGc6fmJKdAuHQn6G_nIaVh2iLBDlgKfb5-97AWTukirtVNlnvP5N6cl_YCWfLODlixt_mf1GlpbwWxjvhwGKcxvGW2AmLvCjnXq4eMcUf0Rqups-6KAB2sNO5Gor4YDLLplORNR37RCJqexbg8nQCH5b-ZWvh2-hYqZzo7n8MQG-20N3/s3786/R0012679-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2832" data-original-width="3786" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtjaIwyiqxGc6fmJKdAuHQn6G_nIaVh2iLBDlgKfb5-97AWTukirtVNlnvP5N6cl_YCWfLODlixt_mf1GlpbwWxjvhwGKcxvGW2AmLvCjnXq4eMcUf0Rqups-6KAB2sNO5Gor4YDLLplORNR37RCJqexbg8nQCH5b-ZWvh2-hYqZzo7n8MQG-20N3/w640-h478/R0012679-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Coming Soon;">Com pedres mil·lenàries </span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Coming Soon;">et porto al cor, ben arrelat</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Coming Soon;">i encara que res és etern,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Coming Soon;">la teva pell i la meva</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Coming Soon;">detindran el temps, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Coming Soon;">entre llençols i gemecs, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "Coming Soon";"> pam a pam . . . </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "Coming Soon";"> bes a bes.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Coming Soon; font-size: x-small;">[Febrer ~ 2024]</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="48" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-FM6KmpvfMk" width="156" youtube-src-id="-FM6KmpvfMk"></iframe></div>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-24720972973580706952024-02-06T14:45:00.000+01:002024-02-06T14:46:52.576+01:00BAiXANT . . .<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-eSnoMgp6XbHaH_YIQtFkacYBPvVEJdXxYKSS7nH6TjDQF6sDbKWJs7MwRIBYXdlzxnDq-KimEuZYMrhrB1cGL5KSrL5bwo_oI_lnlkT30eClDf323yU1_RC8Ovm1OxUSwJFC35jBnIBCguGh2LfXe3hq514o93Hoi02eOHQgp4iPB3P8Yl8DeEsK/s3455/R0018034.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2375" data-original-width="3455" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-eSnoMgp6XbHaH_YIQtFkacYBPvVEJdXxYKSS7nH6TjDQF6sDbKWJs7MwRIBYXdlzxnDq-KimEuZYMrhrB1cGL5KSrL5bwo_oI_lnlkT30eClDf323yU1_RC8Ovm1OxUSwJFC35jBnIBCguGh2LfXe3hq514o93Hoi02eOHQgp4iPB3P8Yl8DeEsK/w640-h440/R0018034.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: courier;">Sempre puc trobar un esglaó més baix... de vegades per no discutir, d'altres per l'amor que tens als fills, també per educació o per mil històries més... i vas baixant i baixant, fins que un dia potser trobis la manera de dir prou!... que una es fa gran i ja no pot baixar més... ... ... llavors, vas cap amunt!!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Dosis;">[Permeteu-me posar-hi una mica d'humor]</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="49" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4W20U_5pBO0" width="169" youtube-src-id="4W20U_5pBO0"></iframe></div>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-46590115859670347582024-02-03T16:00:00.001+01:002024-03-15T12:07:29.514+01:00LíNiES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjsPKEg5PPqmBkMtDkuiQMsfQs3bGJoREZs_pewh7cXgeWYclKIK4nZ8ArnHnaTIZ5auWykb8SNy6qKvfC7AfheMx_690Ex89mr9bo34FywlTNiNY_GVQFJKD2yh8h9Ri82Gpze_PCGhids5E-t_Jg2xAvkoB2KGXoIjujrQr-x981aam-POWK6W2c/s1024/L%C3%ADnies-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="847" data-original-width="1024" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjsPKEg5PPqmBkMtDkuiQMsfQs3bGJoREZs_pewh7cXgeWYclKIK4nZ8ArnHnaTIZ5auWykb8SNy6qKvfC7AfheMx_690Ex89mr9bo34FywlTNiNY_GVQFJKD2yh8h9Ri82Gpze_PCGhids5E-t_Jg2xAvkoB2KGXoIjujrQr-x981aam-POWK6W2c/w640-h530/L%C3%ADnies-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c8e9f1; font-family: Coming Soon;">Les mans dibuixaren línies</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c8e9f1; font-family: Coming Soon;">seguides per la teva llengua de foc,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c8e9f1; font-family: Coming Soon;">les mirades es creuaren i</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c8e9f1; font-family: Coming Soon;">el xiuxiuejar d'unes paraules </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c8e9f1; font-family: Coming Soon;">cruixiren el meu cos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c8e9f1; font-family: Coming Soon;">Sense fer res més</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c8e9f1; font-family: Coming Soon;">ni trepitjar el fre.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c8e9f1; font-family: Coming Soon; font-size: x-small;">[Febrer ~ 2024]</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="47" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/PWGwF_B0bxk" width="141" youtube-src-id="PWGwF_B0bxk"></iframe></div>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-36603953188055792762024-01-30T11:36:00.002+01:002024-01-30T11:43:29.384+01:00LA MORT<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgxZSvBfW16MnkrDaYjwE72xi4jDArX24vW7m0nczJvtKMcTzjz2yDI5vpHFk6gtHfJtW54FGwdFR9DhX2hubcTvZX3s6a-DTAVeNkqn6IFY1pQ-9NWSORExPutg0TFOVNhPAMJ5UsRBnoR3kI51B886VqRWPXqQn-69QFezMhuB-HfXp3f-iCILh/s400/La_Jeune_Fille_et_la_Mort-Marianne_Stokes-IMG_8224.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="400" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgxZSvBfW16MnkrDaYjwE72xi4jDArX24vW7m0nczJvtKMcTzjz2yDI5vpHFk6gtHfJtW54FGwdFR9DhX2hubcTvZX3s6a-DTAVeNkqn6IFY1pQ-9NWSORExPutg0TFOVNhPAMJ5UsRBnoR3kI51B886VqRWPXqQn-69QFezMhuB-HfXp3f-iCILh/w400-h274/La_Jeune_Fille_et_la_Mort-Marianne_Stokes-IMG_8224.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Marianne Stokes, 1908, Death and the Maiden</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">a </span><a href="https://relatsconjunts.blogspot.com/2024/01/la-mort-i-la-donzella.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">RELATS CONJUNTS</span></a><span style="color: #cccccc;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">La mort caminava amb passes curtes i el cap enfonsat entre les espatlles amb la mirada a terra. Ja sabia on anava, havia fet el camí moltes vegades i sempre tornava de buit. Aquella noia, la Mariona, sempre tenia una excusa o passava alguna cosa que li feia la punyeta... —però era avui o mai!... o això pensava mentre la veié que anava a creuar per un pas, el semàfor estava a punt de posar-se vermell i ella volgué passar, quan de sobte es trobà envoltada de cotxes tocant els clàxons impacients, però no hi va haver sort, tampoc aquesta vegada. Un dia la salvà el mòbil quan el gas estava a punt de fer un tro a casa seva; un altre es posà malalta i va tenir a sa mare tot-d'una amb aquells maleïts brous que la van curar de seguida i ja ni volia pensar en aquell dia quan es va girar a la veu d'un amic i caigué aquell arbre centenari, salvant-se pels pèls... </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">—És impossible!!, amb els anys que porto i no hi ha manera!!, m'estic fent vella o potser aquest jovent està tan aferrat a la vida, què em vol fer acabar amb la meva <strike>santa</strike> paciència!!.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">I se'n tornà per allà on havia vinguda, amb el cap cot, renegant a tort i a dret.</span></div>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-91520000637513022452024-01-27T10:00:00.001+01:002024-01-27T16:56:40.752+01:0066 . . . i SEGUiM! . . .<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3yMhRbOqkrqlj67r-bCsQGUBrna9WUPmzG8nWCatYT_zZWK3tUY8vi6Z7E2nwzImCSXqumSQrh7u85plJMtpQBJbpOrW9cTwMBYXq6YQgt0My5pNIF5e5x7MRnX-JzwNHlMQ9WL5bpCLHvVlAWQK02OhONgfAhR6lI7wDDUe2xTyfYOBJsHvAqhw/s1124/Pla%C3%A7a%20Orient%20001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1124" height="435" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3yMhRbOqkrqlj67r-bCsQGUBrna9WUPmzG8nWCatYT_zZWK3tUY8vi6Z7E2nwzImCSXqumSQrh7u85plJMtpQBJbpOrW9cTwMBYXq6YQgt0My5pNIF5e5x7MRnX-JzwNHlMQ9WL5bpCLHvVlAWQK02OhONgfAhR6lI7wDDUe2xTyfYOBJsHvAqhw/w640-h435/Pla%C3%A7a%20Orient%20001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Handlee;">Postal d'una fotografia cedida per la família Llobera-Buades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Handlee;">"A gran necessitat, gran diligència" -Ramon Llull- </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">No sé exactament de quin any és, suposo que està entre 1945 i 1960. La postal no posa altres dades ja esmentades i tampoc recordo perquè la tinc, suposo que va aparèixer entre els papers de mumarona... però com dic, no n'estic segura. El fet és que la</span> <a href="https://carmerosanas2.blogspot.com/2024/01/1954.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #f8f881;">Carme</span></a> <span style="color: #a2c4c9;">va pujar un post on es mostrava com era el Pla de Santa Maria a 1954 i em vaig recordar que tenia aquesta postal. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Vaig pensar que poques coses han canviat d'aquest paisatge, tret de les persones i les maneres de desplaçar-se. Vaig cercar entre les meves fotos si en tenia cap de 2023... però no n'hi havia des d'aquest angle, així que em vaig proposar sortir al carrer i tornar a la plaça a fer-ne una, perquè veiéssiu les diferències. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">És una manera de rendir homenatge a un carrer que em va veure néixer fa 66 anys, on vaig jugar i créixer i... on vaig viure fins els vint-i nou anys.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Salut!!</span>🥂</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhclHK2tNjTL3bR6JpgfpuggVdYUfw_uDsEbbQ-xqXDz67wMy_cpFS2tOPlb9iB6ZtRF4YOztubodJ1I6GirjS6mP5AnXyUHqlE4WFfeaICI6xKGro-agwsNaXnu6umM2A6SdOR1adxHAdguTAysIau5Y8mCUO1mOU2kJB5yI8OTaFnMCEgE73JpXd/s3612/R0018025.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2264" data-original-width="3612" height="402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhclHK2tNjTL3bR6JpgfpuggVdYUfw_uDsEbbQ-xqXDz67wMy_cpFS2tOPlb9iB6ZtRF4YOztubodJ1I6GirjS6mP5AnXyUHqlE4WFfeaICI6xKGro-agwsNaXnu6umM2A6SdOR1adxHAdguTAysIau5Y8mCUO1mOU2kJB5yI8OTaFnMCEgE73JpXd/w640-h402/R0018025.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Handlee; font-size: x-small;">[GENER ~ 2024]</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="58" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Jg3xSS4aXdk" width="206" youtube-src-id="Jg3xSS4aXdk"></iframe></div></div><p></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com55tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-21342237998649516332024-01-24T16:00:00.001+01:002024-03-15T12:06:54.415+01:00EL GEST<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNzvuTtbFbXjxhyphenhyphenv38DkpsD7yroCowYELfsAbkO2xOkMXFvFIVd_Luo9vfVgaf3c86cqJoIyacX8kGg3In18iT5EY0a7PtWIncSLTLth3gMnrCIz5-CHSSmFnj3YgDqcMAAoKNGUvfNiE4M7O9RXd0fRLAjjWTVxIWU5vKFwcEFewR7QQFObn2bFM/s1024/_7bde2d72-96e5-436f-91cb-34df6d651240.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="818" data-original-width="1024" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNzvuTtbFbXjxhyphenhyphenv38DkpsD7yroCowYELfsAbkO2xOkMXFvFIVd_Luo9vfVgaf3c86cqJoIyacX8kGg3In18iT5EY0a7PtWIncSLTLth3gMnrCIz5-CHSSmFnj3YgDqcMAAoKNGUvfNiE4M7O9RXd0fRLAjjWTVxIWU5vKFwcEFewR7QQFObn2bFM/w640-h512/_7bde2d72-96e5-436f-91cb-34df6d651240.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e7d6c2; font-family: Coming Soon;">Fou el gest, abans que la paraula,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e7d6c2; font-family: Coming Soon;">que em va portar fins a tu,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e7d6c2; font-family: Coming Soon;">seduint-me de tal manera</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e7d6c2; font-family: Coming Soon;">que m'és gairebé impossible</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e7d6c2; font-family: Coming Soon;">no desitjar molt més de tu.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e7d6c2; font-family: Coming Soon; font-size: x-small;">[Gener ~2024]</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="43" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vNODuX_c8zU" width="145" youtube-src-id="vNODuX_c8zU"></iframe></div>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-36871245698534332772024-01-20T20:35:00.003+01:002024-01-20T21:26:57.187+01:00MÉS AMUNT QUE LA LLUNA<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirY_e0jq6IG0jXhsl3XuQx3enhB6NEH2I-TitNYSFYgvIZREnQ0vBZw3-5uoQyBSlG15JSIcJDmIFh5SbU5xWSDsL91XvqdxjZ4Tyym2yGOii_O428w2r3meGkQnNUa8tplbCWOyWUss6PSnnuO7O7smjpO7WG6hCcwPHOp5TD3IWGNQjaaHaVSrEz/s2537/DSC_0790-3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1457" data-original-width="2537" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirY_e0jq6IG0jXhsl3XuQx3enhB6NEH2I-TitNYSFYgvIZREnQ0vBZw3-5uoQyBSlG15JSIcJDmIFh5SbU5xWSDsL91XvqdxjZ4Tyym2yGOii_O428w2r3meGkQnNUa8tplbCWOyWUss6PSnnuO7O7smjpO7WG6hCcwPHOp5TD3IWGNQjaaHaVSrEz/w640-h368/DSC_0790-3.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">Puc enlairar-me</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">més amunt que la lluna,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">saltironejant sense parar,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">bombollejant entre els estels</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">mentre tu somrius i em mires,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon;">sense saber que n'ets el culpable.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Coming Soon; font-size: x-small;">[Gener ~ 2024]</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="43" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LbBoSbr-KSo" width="149" youtube-src-id="LbBoSbr-KSo"></iframe></div>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-37558038512247489662024-01-16T14:30:00.000+01:002024-01-16T14:40:36.547+01:00DiSTORSiÓ<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9QvYgqwNCQ_g0lbP8H9KaRs37QGMI-FzvM-7sXZ-EDEH04u7Kz1bY2sFLdSMv0pGqFEmhyyaCOWmkirLjWb2SfpbTMqweHzrrbP95JPKYaqhsBPG-GXeJQe_lsVCd3fIspNp8rrlRMHxJnBSxBcjvxRLp6wR-JTFqo8vqOxHdhP0AkQrvK41qvg2/s3280/R0018017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2355" data-original-width="3280" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9QvYgqwNCQ_g0lbP8H9KaRs37QGMI-FzvM-7sXZ-EDEH04u7Kz1bY2sFLdSMv0pGqFEmhyyaCOWmkirLjWb2SfpbTMqweHzrrbP95JPKYaqhsBPG-GXeJQe_lsVCd3fIspNp8rrlRMHxJnBSxBcjvxRLp6wR-JTFqo8vqOxHdhP0AkQrvK41qvg2/w640-h461/R0018017.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #edf399; font-family: Coming Soon;">Entre llums i ombres</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #edf399; font-family: Coming Soon;">d'una nit fosca,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #edf399; font-family: Coming Soon;">il·lusions i somnis...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #edf399; font-family: Coming Soon;">realitat desdibuixada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #edf399; font-family: Coming Soon;">d'un demà que no serà.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #edf399; font-family: Coming Soon; font-size: x-small;">[Gener ~2024]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Coming Soon; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="47" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Kiftz0tGQtk" width="153" youtube-src-id="Kiftz0tGQtk"></iframe></div><p></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-57778569339946166442024-01-13T16:00:00.002+01:002024-01-15T12:22:38.616+01:00FOC<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwCZ_KP1gZA578dtPyejKujQh8EqPSCwaMOfYdewww-4ODeqzCG-ev_d0Hrq9EiyoHBj3XL56M5CCSUKeKuIITnj_7vAkP44ZAEh5bFeukP3g8jXaEwlEM48C6g1RPv8zp4ApFyn_saWdzyXLrRWD-6JrWuYuPEjqFikeXwgxhBcm40WqWYmyznqS/s1301/Sant%20Toni-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1301" data-original-width="981" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwCZ_KP1gZA578dtPyejKujQh8EqPSCwaMOfYdewww-4ODeqzCG-ev_d0Hrq9EiyoHBj3XL56M5CCSUKeKuIITnj_7vAkP44ZAEh5bFeukP3g8jXaEwlEM48C6g1RPv8zp4ApFyn_saWdzyXLrRWD-6JrWuYuPEjqFikeXwgxhBcm40WqWYmyznqS/w482-h640/Sant%20Toni-1.jpg" width="482" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9d29c; font-family: Coming Soon;">Un foc escalfa</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9d29c; font-family: Coming Soon;">dins la foscor de la nit,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9d29c; font-family: Coming Soon;">és a les mirades, als gestos, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9d29c; font-family: Coming Soon;">a la passió que es mou per dins.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9d29c; font-family: Coming Soon;">Mentre, la llenya crema</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9d29c; font-family: Coming Soon;">sense destorbar la nit.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e9d29c; font-family: Coming Soon; font-size: x-small;">[Gener ~ 2024]</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="47" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qs7DNCrX5_Y" width="161" youtube-src-id="qs7DNCrX5_Y"></iframe></div>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-57300908730481107612024-01-09T13:15:00.000+01:002024-01-09T13:19:28.974+01:00VEUS<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGzJaM5iCB9obk7JapG1xCE8UHzi7fqBE-ufb3Zpn-NNfO0BbzG2VhpOEzg4k4rfAcfAfDJVCFLfvCwCHtxHV3QIUcsZMPwGDDblCSQa8x6r3eZlVFkKAkCYJnDt2_OZLkIuNlsJ4ZlNODHYRXWGfmsOBHhm2RXjOAXbepUsA3MrojNhJX1L3nJKL/s5813/DSC_1556.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3588" data-original-width="5813" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGzJaM5iCB9obk7JapG1xCE8UHzi7fqBE-ufb3Zpn-NNfO0BbzG2VhpOEzg4k4rfAcfAfDJVCFLfvCwCHtxHV3QIUcsZMPwGDDblCSQa8x6r3eZlVFkKAkCYJnDt2_OZLkIuNlsJ4ZlNODHYRXWGfmsOBHhm2RXjOAXbepUsA3MrojNhJX1L3nJKL/w640-h397/DSC_1556.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Coming Soon;">Enfarfegada la anèmica llibreria </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">dins d'aquesta atmosfera malaltissa, </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">em perdo entre els llibres gairebé tots usats, </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">les postals, les cares i els records... </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">M'acaronen les veus d'en Pere Caldes, de na Carme Riera... </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">com tantes i tantes altres que s'han enganxat a mi </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">com un nadó al mugró de la mare. </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">I, de tant en tant, descobreixo una foto </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">oblidada entre les planes d'un llibre </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">que em porta a temps enrere... </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">a la veu de l'àvia Paula... </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">al so del balancí de fusta... </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">a les converses amb la meva primera pepa... </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">Brota un somriure plàcid, innocent </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">i la humitat de les parets es fon, </span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: "Coming Soon";">deixant esclatar la llum pel finestral.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Coming Soon; font-size: x-small;">[Gener ~ 2024]</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="46" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/75KAbQXUyKg" width="144" youtube-src-id="75KAbQXUyKg"></iframe></div>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-74675856540182604362024-01-06T14:45:00.003+01:002024-03-15T12:06:30.949+01:00MÀGiCA NiT<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB2RpWZ_bkLvMNNYxSrlnEESsh691sIjspvfwh_hV1keUM0pbnTNdICmStJ3pFETu2gdfAFLXSkybERPXR0RNmgYH96_6IGy_L8owWXlrncKMg4__EA_2bp3qXhdcpUemdO-znBnR0pF9e1NToL7MxqxN5QarohAFf9kga5dM7F7dEe5aWXerJFFL8/s1024/Reis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB2RpWZ_bkLvMNNYxSrlnEESsh691sIjspvfwh_hV1keUM0pbnTNdICmStJ3pFETu2gdfAFLXSkybERPXR0RNmgYH96_6IGy_L8owWXlrncKMg4__EA_2bp3qXhdcpUemdO-znBnR0pF9e1NToL7MxqxN5QarohAFf9kga5dM7F7dEe5aWXerJFFL8/w640-h640/Reis.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: courier;">En girar la cantonada vaig veure uns nens que botaven per atrapar uns globus de colors. Al demanar-lis què feien, em van explicar que un patge portava lligats els globus i quan se'ls anava a donar, van sortir volant cap a munt. Però les seves carones estaven ben contentes, perquè els hi havia dit que, com més globus s'enlairessin, més regals arribarien als nens del món. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: courier;">Els seus ulls brillaven d'il·lusió i em recordaren una altra nit màgica a la casa dels meus pares, quan era molt i molt petitona. La meva germana i jo dormíem a la mateixa habitació, ella era set anys més gran i em deia que em dormís aviat i que no em mogués en tota la nit. Hi havia una finestra i m'havia col·locat mirant cap a ella, ja que a l'altra banda de la habitació hi havia una porta i ben a prop de la porta era on hi deixaven els regals. No vaig pegar ull en tota la nit, un niu de nervis a l'estómac i les hores que semblaven no passar mai. El pare ens havia dit que deixaria tres ensaïmades per als Reis amb una bona tassa de xocolata i un bon grapat de garrofes pels camells... Al matí, quan picaren a la porta, li vaig demanar a la meva germana si ja em podia moure i en dir-me que sí, el cor es disparà a mil. Sempre hi havia cinc paquetets amb els nostres noms escrits, dos pels pares i un per cadascun de nosaltres. El de la mare, unes mitges; el del pare, uns mocadors de cotó; a nosaltres una joguina i una bosseta de paper transparent, tancada amb un llaçada on s'hi podien veure unes monedes de xocolata; entre tots els paquets també hi havia un saquet de carbó, que ens feia recordar alguna malifeta que haguéssim pogut fer... i jo era molt i molt feliç, com els nens que em vaig trobar en girar la cantonada.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="42" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/aq1vRXag__4" width="147" youtube-src-id="aq1vRXag__4"></iframe></div><p></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-78646390129010002862024-01-03T10:30:00.002+01:002024-01-03T10:30:00.246+01:00LA VELLESA<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YFK-8t5QtM3TsdyDqbhFOSekBaEPj-R3OOneFHgxSPrJZndzUcbCsWrwP1WE5w_GcncU_JkI8az_VKzouQ8R2_9z52TG9nHFKiEe3DQ8pG68bDsGIY3b-pzDR5xx_mjckw2Y0XdB8OBsLW2D0jzjEu2v2tMJGCeEDMFajMR3RSVl1uEB14skSJtI/s3613/R0017907.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2497" data-original-width="3613" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YFK-8t5QtM3TsdyDqbhFOSekBaEPj-R3OOneFHgxSPrJZndzUcbCsWrwP1WE5w_GcncU_JkI8az_VKzouQ8R2_9z52TG9nHFKiEe3DQ8pG68bDsGIY3b-pzDR5xx_mjckw2Y0XdB8OBsLW2D0jzjEu2v2tMJGCeEDMFajMR3RSVl1uEB14skSJtI/w640-h442/R0017907.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #e2dbdb; font-family: Coming Soon;">Havia sortit de casa després de mesos de no trepitjar el carrer, fresquejava i feia una mica de vent i s'aturà al banc de la plaça. Li passaren un grup de noies per davant, aixecà el cap per saludar-les, però no li feren ni cas. Quin temps aquells en que les persones eren persones...!. Esbufegava, havia sortit molt de pressa sense recordar que ho havia de fer a poc a poc. El sol l'escalfava i es tragué l'abric, no sabia que era estar malalt fins que les cames li deixaren de respondre. Un cop d'ull al mòbil, cap missatge... tot era vell i mal de coure, com ell mateix. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="41" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/7d2ZW8O0qRs" width="147" youtube-src-id="7d2ZW8O0qRs"></iframe></div><p></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529800638173415697.post-66771705510115140332023-12-31T10:00:00.034+01:002023-12-31T10:00:00.136+01:00—> 🧘♀️ —> 🤔<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1us8AeX14sMt0LLdI17EAQCGJ4uCcCWZALp0yTi-h6-Msqij7DDYVxIDJpeNd5iR5WNmjR5Dl2HmnVSYMOmflQjD6mturnucSrB_uqFWjsyQt7rRiAe0uIoBhP79Fo1C6QtST993PJw9O-oDUPAVxWbrWs8qpVCPzEeW46BIZvcNqblJPxo7n71Ad/s2393/20161016_165506-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2393" data-original-width="1879" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1us8AeX14sMt0LLdI17EAQCGJ4uCcCWZALp0yTi-h6-Msqij7DDYVxIDJpeNd5iR5WNmjR5Dl2HmnVSYMOmflQjD6mturnucSrB_uqFWjsyQt7rRiAe0uIoBhP79Fo1C6QtST993PJw9O-oDUPAVxWbrWs8qpVCPzEeW46BIZvcNqblJPxo7n71Ad/w502-h640/20161016_165506-3.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: courier;">A les portes d'un nou any que, en teoria, hauria de ser més bo que el darrer, hi ha tantes qüestions per resoldre, que no sé per on començar... Com tothom ja les sap, avui no vull amargar-vos la nit, però sí que vos demano que vos doneu un temps per a reflexionar i comprometre's a fer allò que sabem que ens ajudarà a tots per a què sigui un bon any de debò.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: courier;">Sigueu feliços i feu sentir-ho als altres.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="45" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UXE0H8TgKvE" width="153" youtube-src-id="UXE0H8TgKvE"></iframe></div></div><p></p>sa llunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417395106113354142noreply@blogger.com46