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02 de gener 2006
ROBERT WALSER I LA NEU
Robert Walser. Trajecte final. Herisau (Suissa).L'escriptor que passejava. El poeta damunt la neu.Una vida evitant la notorietat. Negre sobre blanc.Lectura molt recomanable.
visca! visca! ja tenim aquí un nou blog amb imatges. m'encanten les fotos hi donen molt de joc. i jo com a "fotògrafa" de l'estanislau que sóc ho sé prou be. Ja li diré a l'amo que ja hi penjen fotos aquí vostès. estarà content.
Ja han obert la Catalonia!!!!!!! Sembla ser que han arribat a un pacte econòmic xulo i amb un mes i mig han resolt el tema. De fet tinc la Laie també al costat... és una llàstima abandonar amb tanta assiduitat la Biblioteca Municipal de Premià de Mar i caure amb el parany brutalment fantàstic d'encetar, desvirgar...un llibre nou. OHHHHHHHHHH. He vist cada exemplar allà dalt, baix, a la prestatgeria, al panell, estiradet, arraconadet, ufà, tímid, soberbi...preparat per obrir-lo amb un ritual gairebé sagrat! Robert Walser pot ser un de tants!! Tati, estic escoltant el "Pastís americà" que surt per les ones de la meva ràdio xicarrona del passeig de gràcia i com tinc feina acumulada del cap d'any estalviat, estic ballant sentada a la cadira com una "posesa" mentre pico tecla!
Pregunta: ¿seria un gran descobriment saber el que diu? Perque escoltar-la, no veas.
A long long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they´d be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
With every paper I´d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn´t take one more step
I can´t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
{Refrain}
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin´ whiskey and rye
6 comentaris:
PELL DE GALLINA, ENHORABONA PER LA PRIMERA IMATGE
visca! visca!
ja tenim aquí un nou blog amb imatges.
m'encanten les fotos
hi donen molt de joc.
i jo com a "fotògrafa" de l'estanislau que sóc ho sé prou be.
Ja li diré a l'amo que ja hi penjen fotos aquí vostès. estarà content.
El somni de qualsevol vida una mica lúcida: passar inadvertit i morir en blanc i negre! Me la guardo!
molt maca la foto.
Ja m'ho ha comententat la pesada i eixerida de la meva "fotògrafa" becària de capçalera.
felicitats sr. Tatí, ara se li gira feina eh.
Ja han obert la Catalonia!!!!!!! Sembla ser que han arribat a un pacte econòmic xulo i amb un mes i mig han resolt el tema. De fet tinc la Laie també al costat... és una llàstima abandonar amb tanta assiduitat la Biblioteca Municipal de Premià de Mar i caure amb el parany brutalment fantàstic d'encetar, desvirgar...un llibre nou. OHHHHHHHHHH. He vist cada exemplar allà dalt, baix, a la prestatgeria, al panell, estiradet, arraconadet, ufà, tímid, soberbi...preparat per obrir-lo amb un ritual gairebé sagrat!
Robert Walser pot ser un de tants!!
Tati, estic escoltant el "Pastís americà" que surt per les ones de la meva ràdio xicarrona del passeig de gràcia i com tinc feina acumulada del cap d'any estalviat, estic ballant sentada a la cadira com una "posesa" mentre pico tecla!
Pregunta: ¿seria un gran descobriment saber el que diu?
Perque escoltar-la, no veas.
A long long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they´d be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
With every paper I´d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn´t take one more step
I can´t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
{Refrain}
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin´ whiskey and rye
Singin´ this´ll be the day that I die
This´ll be the day that I die
Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock ´n roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you´re in love with him
´Cause I saw you dancin´ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin´ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin´
{Refrain}
Now for ten years we´ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin´ stone
But that´s not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book of Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing
{Refrain}
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
´Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died
We started singing
{Refrain}
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation Lost in Space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
´Cause fire is the Devil´s only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan´s spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrifical rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing
{Refrain}
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I´d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music woudn´t play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing
{Refrain}
They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin´ this´ll be the day that I die.
A
endora: no oblidis la Laie! (en faig propaganda, doncs és petita, molt extensa i acollidora)
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