Tots Es Motors
Encara no m'ho crec
I ja torn a ser a un satèl·lit
Que fa voltes en línia recta.
T'has fet desaparèixer
I jo he perdut sa corba
I s'anestèsia, i he plorat.
Necessit un centre de gravetat,
Necessit un atles d'espirals
Que me dugui a conèixer i a tancar
Una fonoteca d'auriculars.
I que sonin tots es motors
D'impossibles aviadors,
Que te duguin a comprovar
Que es teus somnis són africans.
Mos estimàvem,
Mos destrossàvem mútuament ses vides,
Mos acabàvem, mos fèiem companyia,
Mos caducàvem, mos dedicàvem
Quasi sempre es dies,
Mos sexuàvem, mos gastronomíem.
Encara no m'ho crec
I ja torn a ser a un satèl·lit
Que fa voltes en línia recta.
T'has fet desaparèixer
I jo he perdut sa corba
I s'anestèsia, i he plorat.
Que s'encenguin es aspersors,
Que mos reguin tots es codonys,
Que no sé si s'han de regar,
Perquè jo som més de la mar.
Mos estimàvem,
Mos destrossàvem mútuament ses vides,
Mos acabàvem, mos fèiem companyia,
Mos caducàvem, mos dedicàvem
Quasi sempre es dies,
Mos sexuàvem, mos gastronomíem.
I que sonin tots es motors
D'impossibles aviadors,
Que te duguin a comprovar
Que es teus somnis són africans.
Mos estimàvem,
Mos destrossàvem mútuament ses vides,
Mos acabàvem, mos fèiem companyia,
Mos caducàvem, mos dedicàvem
Quasi sempre es dies,
Mos sexuàvem, mos gastronomíem.
Mos estimàvem,
Mos destrossàvem mútuament ses vides,
Mos acabàvem, mos fèiem companyia,
Mos caducàvem, mos dedicàvem
Quasi sempre es dies,
Mos sexuàvem, mos gastronomíem.
All Are Motors
I still can't believe it
And I'm back to being a satellite
That goes around in a straight line.
You disappeared
And I lost the curve
And the anesthesia, and I cried.
I need a center of gravity,
I need an atlas of spirals
That takes me to meet and close
A record library of headphones.
And let all the engines sound
Of impossible aviators,
That lead you to verify
That your dreams are African.
We loved each other,
We destroyed each other's lives,
We ended, we kept each other company,
We expired, we dedicated ourselves
Almost every day,
We made love, we gastronomized.
I still can't believe it
And I'm back to being a satellite
That goes around in a straight line.
You disappeared
And I lost the curve
And the anesthesia, and I cried.
Let the sprinklers turn on,
Let them water all the quinces,
I don't know if they need watering,
Because I am more of the sea.
We loved each other,
We destroyed each other's lives,
We ended, we kept each other company,
We expired, we dedicated ourselves
Almost every day,
We made love, we gastronomized.
And let all the engines sound
Of impossible aviators,
That lead you to verify
That your dreams are African.
We loved each other,
We destroyed each other's lives,
We ended, we kept each other company,
We expired, we dedicated ourselves
Almost every day,
We made love, we gastronomized.
We loved each other,
We destroyed each other's lives,
We ended, we kept each other company,
We expired, we dedicated ourselves
Almost every day,
We made love, we gastronomized.
Escrita por: Joan Miquel Oliver