Alpinistes-samurais
Un cigarro, un tallat,
No són temes de gran densitat, giren es ventiladors.
Una falta personal, tantes baixes en es meu sofà,
Mil-cent-cinquanta condons.
Alpinistes-samurais, coses més rares mos han de passar.
Qui em sabria contestar com és un dia just apunt d'acabar.
Un principi d'estació, de cabines per telefonar,
Xerrava amb es contestador.
Un indici de final, previsions males de calcular.
Qui em sabria contestar com és un dia just apunt d'acabar.
I un àngel desplega ses ales i deixa el cel ple de claror,
I un pern de satèl.lit travessa paisatges
I capses de retoladors.
Ses flors se despinten des arbres i es ules les perden del tot,
Ses albes vesteixen sa pura matèria
Des gremi de sa construcció.
Una foto, manatials, aumentam es nivell d'expulsions,
Beus aigua des meus grifons.
Alpinist-Samurais
A cigarette, a latte,
Not topics of great density, fans spin.
A personal foul, so many casualties on my couch,
One thousand one hundred fifty condoms.
Alpinist-samurais, weirder things must happen to us.
Who could answer me how a day is just about to end.
A beginning of season, phone booths,
I was talking to the answering machine.
An indication of the end, bad forecasts to calculate.
Who could answer me how a day is just about to end.
And an angel spreads its wings and fills the sky with light,
And a satellite bolt crosses landscapes
And boxes of markers.
The flowers fade from the trees and the waves lose them completely,
The dawns dress the pure material
Of the construction guild.
A photo, springs, we increase the level of expulsions,
You drink water from my griffins.