Signes del temps...¿On ets?

SOLITUD

com un mossén ben sord
tot confessant un cor de muts
la solitud em rep amb un ram de flors

-hola bon dia, benvingut què tal com et va?
seriosa digna d´un galant

enganxosa amiga fleuma i figa flor,
sense prèvi avís et vindrà a visitar
innocent,

quan menys fa falta et ve a trobar
de bon cor, de bon gust...

hi ha algú que a la fi no et vol,
hi ha algú, sense rancor...

com un senyor
l´he convidat a un te melós
hem xerrat junts amb pau pels descosits
tots dos fins tard perduts hem passejat pel port
hem barrejat un cigarret,
ben tous fent tombs
tots junts hem renegat del temps
com bons cosins hem anat al llit,

idiota i crua,
llefiscosa amb gust,
xiripitiflautica ambulant
quan menys fa falta et ve a trobar
innocent...

hi ha algú que a la fi no et vol,
hi ha algú, sense rancor...

signes del temps,
on ets?
sota el cobrallit
a cada voraviu,
rera cada cul
tot fent un pipi,
cosint calçotets
ebri recordant el pa amb vi oli i sal

li he picat l´ullet amb riure de peix
delicadament li he volgut dir adéu
s´ha enrampat la mà,
de genolls plorant
m´ha agafat el pit ben fort m´ha dit:

noooo, no em deixis mai, mai sola...
noooo, no em deixis mai, mai sola...

ADRIÀ PUNTÍ

El castillo

EL CASTELL

Crideu a l'arquitecte Joan
que vingui amb un martell
per ensorrar els balcons i les finestres del castell.
Entreu amb el tractor engegat,
tireu la porta avall,
beveu vuit llitres de vi bo,
doneu de menjar al gat.
Muntanyes de paper mullat,
tres mil dones de cor estret,
paquets de terra del Priorat
i un soldat de plom, de juguet.
Veniu gegants a celebrar
l'aconteixement,
porteu les vostres filles grans
a la festa a ballar.
Un gos, un cotxe i un tortell
i una taula de joc,
tocareu l'orgue a quatre mans
i una campana gran.
Les torres són de nata i mel,
les parets, de cotó fluix,
el terra una pista de gel,
les sales són capses de fum.
Un ball de rams hi haurà al castell
però a collir flors me'n vaig,
faré una casa al mig del camp
quan ja no pugui més.
Un ball de rams hi haurà al castell
però a collir flors me'n vaig,
faré una casa al mig del camp
quan ja no pugui més en el castell,
en el castell, en el castell.


Jaume Sisa

All I do I can still feel you...

UNDERNEATH IT ALL

All I do
I can still feel you

Numb all through
I can still feel you
Hear your call
Underneath it all
Kill my brain
Yet you still remain
Crucified
After all I've died
After all I've tried
You are still inside

All I do
I can still feel you

You remain
I am stained

NINE INCH NAILS

No es el videoclip oficial pero no importa... all I do I can still feel you...

Si os apetece descubrir el último disco de Nine Inch Nails, "The slip", ahí va un superlink con su web oficial desde donde podréis descargarlo gratis... ¡enjoy it!

La constelación deseada

Tengo la palma de la mano llena de estrellas y las arrojo sobre la mesa como si fueran dados, repetidamente, hasta que aparece la constelación que yo quiero...

Desired constellation

It's tricky when

you feel someone

has done

something on your behalf



It's slippery when

your sense of justice

murmurs underneath



And is asking you:

How am I going to make it right?

How am I going to make it right?



With a palm full of stars

I throw them like dice

repeatedly


On the table

repeatedly

I shake them like dice

and throw them on the table

repeatedly

until the desired constellation appears



How am I going to make it right?

How am I going to make it right?

How am I going to make it right?

(And you hear: how am I going to make it right?)

How am I going to make it right?

How am I going to make it right?

BJÖRK

Paseos por el laberinto

La repetición: tuerzo a la izquierda, tuerzo a la derecha, tuerzo a la izquierda, tuerzo a la derecha.
La duda: me paro y no pienso.
La encrucijada: elijo siempre el camino del medio.
Los pasos: sólo un eco me acompaña.
El hilo de Aridana: tropiezo.
La soledad: ¡qué más da!
El tiempo: siempre es el mismo
Un, dos, tres, mil setos: La repetición.
¿Encuentros? Los justos.
¿Nostalgias? Algunas.
¿Preguntas? Demasiadas.
¿Certezas? Pocas
¿Salidas? Quizá no.
¿Entradas? No recuerdo.
Remolinos: tuerzo a la derecha, a la derecha, a la derecha, a la derecha...
Media vuelta: no hay salida.

Me crecen las alas de cera
pero no puedo apagar el sol.
No son de papel estas paredes,

no son líneas rectas los caminos

tuerzo a la izquierda, tuerzo a la izquierda,

tuerzo a la izquierda, tuerzo a la izquierda...

Pedacitos de Björk

ALL IS FULL OF LOVE

You'll be given love
You'll be taken care of
You'll be given love
You have to trust it

Maybe not from the sources
You have poured yours
Maybe not from the directions
You are staring at

Twist your head around
It's all around you
All is full of love
All around you

All is full of love
You just aint receiving
All is full of love
Your phone is off the hook
All is full of love
Your doors are all shut
All is full of love!
All is full of love, all is full of love
All is full of love, all is full of love ...

BJöRK

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-




SO BROKEN

So broken,
In pieces,
My heart is so broken,
I'm puzzling.

Here I go
Trying to run ahead of that,
Heart break train,
Thinking,
It will never catch up with me.

I'm so broken,
heðan-biður-afte-care,
So broken,
heðan-biður-afte-care,
Yeah, ha-ee, ha-ee, ha-mmm,
heðan-biður,
** Icelandic part **
Wooh-ahhh-hmm...

I'm trying to land,
This aeroplane of ours gracefully,
But it seems just destined to crash,

I'm so broken,
heðan-biður-afte-care,
My heart is so broken,
heðan-biður-afte-care,
Yeah, ha-ee, ha-ee, ha-mmm,
** Icelandic part **

How can, how can,
And I sense
All continuity
Has vanished away
At one step at a time now baby, baby
I'm so broken
heðan-liður-afte-care
I'm-m-m-mmm...so broken
heðan-biður-afte-care
Yeah, ha-ee, ha-ee, ha-mmm
** Icelandic part **

I'm so...
Completely unhealable, baby
Ohhh!!
Ohh-er-him
I'm so broken
Ahh-eða-miður-afte-care
Yeah, ha-ee, ha-ee, ha-mmm
En-lickel-afte-sjólvar
En-neon-co-cole-ah-ahh
Neo-sasar-ohh
En-mi-sshh...

BJÖRK

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

BACHELORETTE

I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl

Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream

Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay

I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street

I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near

Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay

I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break

BJöRK

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-





POSSIBLY MAYBE

Your flirt finds me out
Teases the crack in me
Smittens me with hope

Possibly maybe possibly maybe
possibly maybe

As much as I definitely enjoy solitude
I wouldn't mind perhaps
Spending little time with you
Sometimes
Sometimes

Possibly maybe probably love
Possibly maybe probably love

Uncertainty excites me
babe
Who knows what's going to happen?
Lottery or car crash
Or you'll join a cult

Probably maybe possibly love
Probably maybe possibly love, possibly

Mon petit vulcan
You're eruptions and disasters
I keep calm admiring your lava
I keep calm

Possibly maybe probably love
Possibly maybe probably love

Electric shocks?
I love them!
With you dozen a day
But after a while I wonder
Where's that love you promised me?
Where is it?

Possibly maybe probably love, possibly
Possibly maybe probably love, possibly

How can you offer me love like that?
My heart's burned
How can you offer me love like that?
I'm exhausted
Leave me alone

Possibly maybe possibly maybe
Possibly maybe

Since we broke up
I'm using lipstick again
I suck my tongue
In remembrance of you...

BJöRK

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

UNRAVEL

While you are away
My heart comes undone
Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love
In a ball of yarn

He'll never return it

So when you come back
We'll have to make new love

He'll never return it

When you come back
We'll have to make new love

While you are away
My heart comes undone
Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love, our love,
In a ball of yarn

He'll never return it

When you come back
We'll have to make new love

He'll never return it

When you come back
We'll have to make new love

He'll never return it

When you come back
We'll have to make new love

BJÖRk

Un paseo por los mundos de luz y de color de Olafur Eliasson

Esta tarde tuve el placer de conocer la obra de Olafur Eliasson en un paseo por "La naturaleza de las cosas", en la Fundación Joan Miró. Pasen y vean...

Hyperbalada (o sobre andar siempre al borde del abismo...)

Dejadme que esta noche os cuente una historia de Björk que me ha venido a la cabeza no sé por qué...

Vivimos en una montaña, en la cumbre. Hay unas vistas preciosas en la cima de la montaña. Cada mañana me acerco al abismo y lanzo pequeñas cosas como piezas de coche, botellas y cubiertos o cualquier cosa que encuentre a mi alrededor. Esto se ha convertido en un hábito, una manera como otra de empezar el día.

Hago todo esto antes de que tú despiertes y así puedo sentirme feliz por estar a salvo contigo aquí arriba...Hago todo esto antes de que tú despiertes para poder sentirme feliz de estar a salvo contigo aquí en la cumbre.





Es muy temprano, nadie está despierto aún. Vuelvo a mi acantilado y sigo lanzando cosas. Escucho los sonidos que hacen los objetos al caer, los sigo con la mirada hasta que chocan con el suelo, imagino qué sonido haría mi cuerpo al estamparse contra esas rocas. Cuando mi cuerpo aterrice ¿estarán mis ojos cerrados o estarán abiertos?

Hago todo esto antes de que tú despiertes y así puedo sentirme feliz por estar a salvo contigo aquí arriba...Hago todo esto antes de que tú despiertes para poder sentirme feliz de estar a salvo contigo aquí en la cumbre...

HYPER BALLAD

We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There's a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain

Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around
It's become a habit
A way to start the day

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

It's real early morning
No-one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you

BJÖRK

Jaume Sisa: el-mágico-galáctico-poético-onírico-hombre-que-canta

Jaume Sisa, nacido en Barcelona a finales de la década de los cuarenta, nos abre las puertas de su alma en el documental titulado "Passa, passa, Sisa" emitido por La2 en el programa Gran angular. Además de repasar su camaleónica trayectoria musical, Sisa nos regala sus sabias reflexiones y nos invita a asomarnos a su ventana para que podamos gozar contemplando su cosmovisión galáctica de la vida. ¡Disfrutad con el maestro!

Postdata: prometo una futura transcripción-traducción del documental al castellano...

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El endiablado piano de Rachmaninov

¡Vendería mi alma al diablo por ser capaz de interpretar este endemoniadamente sublime concierto para piano nº 3 de Rachamaninov! Quien fuera las manos de Olga Kern...

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