Lo Gaiter del Marroc. Fly
Deixa un comentariAquells puntets sobre la mar,
com el ramat de xais de cotó
que tatxonava el cel d’abans,
ara en aquest infinit mirall,
són les engrunes de pa
del frondós camí perdut.
El vertigen dels records
fa pujar l’adrenalina.
El dia del gran salt,
amb o sense paracaigudes,
tot allò que lluu
allà baix
en la immensa distància
serà, per fi, d’or pur.
To wake with open eyes
As the snow across the tundra
And the rain across the skies
..
So much again and weightless
In the motherworld of space
We fail to form to come to
And the razor mountains fade
And the day is cursed in shame
In these the world we open
So much to lose to save
To the light the highest beacons
And the rose of love will bleed
..
In these the world we open
So much to lose and save
To the light the brightest beacons
And the rose of love will bleed
And the razor mountains fade
And the day is cursed in shame