L'affaire Sofia
Una parella lingüística
una oportunitat
denterrar laffaire Patrícia
fer dissabte emocional
Una estona en cada idioma
trenar una conversació
jo tensenyo, tu mensenyes
i ens ensenyem tots dos
Ella era nascuda a Grècia, bressol de grans pensadors
De Parmènides a Sòcrates, dAristòtil a Plató
I jo que desconeixia tots aquells senyors estranys
mels imaginava amb barba i fotent gestos molt grans
Vaig provar dimpressionar-la
fent un Google damagat
Llull, Pujols, Ramon Sibiuda
Cap dels tres li van sonar
Tot mostrant-me lerotisme
potencial del català
va dir: Joan, vull que mensenyis
a millorar el pronunciar
I si haguessis vist com reia intentant dir cotó fluix
hagués dit Despertaferro! lalmogàver que hi ha en tu
Amic meu, si mai thi trobes no tho pensis ni un segon
i que la filosofia ens ensenyi a veure el món
Em va preguntar en què creia
mentre sempassava el fum
i entrant a una indie disco
vaig citar, es veu, un tal Hume
Només crec en el que veig jo
i només us veig a vós
(Quan començo amb formalismes
és senyal que estic nerviós)
Va dir: La teva oratòria deixa molt a desitjar
Sovint val més un silenci. Sovint val més actuar
I entomant aquella màxima amb el màxim de dignitat
jo vaig collir lego de terra i ella es va posar a ballar
I com ballava!
Que tot de cop, el cercle es quadrava
I quan Song2 de Blur sonava
xiuxiuejant dEpicur em parlava
Mentre pujàvem lescala
del seu pis, va deixar anar
Ara tu tries la trama
ot flueix, deixat portar
I vaig dir: Fem de viure una festa
fem-ho abans de fer-nos grans
que demà serà impossible
que demà ja serà tard
I per un cop les paraules, lexacta combinació
van esdevenir alquímia, van dissoldre la raó
Vaig descartar tots els dubtes plenament il·luminat
quan li vaig veure tots els prismes: bé, bellesa i veritat
I amb Schopenhauer
vam acabar en un afterhour
I tot parlant de Schopenhauer
vam acabar en un afterhour
Un petó, ja era de dia
en un carreró del Born
feliçment, tot condemnant-nos
a buscar letern retorn
The Sofia Affair
A language pair
an opportunity
to bury the Patricia affair
emotional spring cleaning
A moment in each language
weaving a conversation
I teach you, you teach me
and we both learn together
She was born in Greece, cradle of great thinkers
From Parmenides to Socrates, from Aristotle to Plato
And I, who knew nothing of those strange guys
imagined them with beards and making grand gestures
I tried to impress her
by secretly Googling
"Llull, Pujols, Ramon Sibiuda"
None of them rang a bell for her
While showing me the potential
of Catalan's eroticism
she said: "Joan, I want you to teach me
to improve my pronunciation"
And if you had seen how she laughed trying to say cotton candy
I would have said "Wake up, soldier!" the warrior in you
My friend, if you ever find yourself in that spot, don’t think twice
and let philosophy teach us to see the world
She asked me what I believed
while she inhaled the smoke
and stepping into an indie disco
I quoted, apparently, some guy named Hume
"I only believe in what I see
and I only see you all"
(When I start with formalities
it’s a sign that I’m nervous)
She said: "Your oratory leaves much to be desired
Often silence is better. Often action is better"
And taking that maxim with utmost dignity
I picked up my ego from the ground and she started to dance
And how she danced!
Suddenly, the circle squared
And when Song 2 by Blur played
whispering about Epicurus, she spoke to me
As we climbed the stairs
of her apartment, she let slip
"Now you choose the plot
or flow, let yourself go"
And I said: "Let’s make living a party
let’s do it before we grow old
because tomorrow it’ll be impossible
because tomorrow it’ll be too late"
And for once the words, the exact combination
became alchemy, dissolved reason
I dismissed all doubts, fully enlightened
when I saw all the prisms: good, beauty, and truth
And with Schopenhauer
we ended up at an after-hour
And all talking about Schopenhauer
we ended up at an after-hour
A kiss, it was already day
in a little alley in Born
happily, all condemning ourselves
to seek the eternal return