L'Hereu Riera

Va pujar en un taxi groc
i es va perdre en el formiguer
de la Gran Poma.
Només recordo d’ella
que duia texans de marca,
un jersei passat de talla,
dues llaunes de cola
per sabates,
cabells de seda prestats,
dos dòlars d’arracades,
llavis amb violents tons de carmí,
i que et mirava recte al cor.

Dedicaré la pròxima estona
a resseguir tots els camins
que porten a Roma,
i si em fa costat la sort,
faré d’aquell instant un’hora.     

_{If you’re traveling in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
For she was once a true love of mine}
  

_{Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see for me if she’s wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ winds}

_{Please see from me if her hair hanging down
If it curls and flows all down her breast
Please see from me if her hair hanging down
That’s the way I remember her best}

I’m a-wonderin’ if she remember me at all
_{Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day.
   
Well, if you’re traveling in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Please say hello to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine}