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Poemes, pensaments, interessos personals i d qui s'hi vulgui apuntar.
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A l'atzar agraeixo tres dons: haver nascut dona, de classe baixa i de nació oprimida. I el tèrbol atzur de ser tres voltes rebel. M. Mercè Marçal
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De la Sarah Bettens que m'agrada molt, sobretot la lletra, l'he traduida amb el meu anglès macarrònic però mira, almenys és el que jo entenc.


One second


When something dies
Or comes to life
When water shines in yellow light
When something moves
Inside a tree
I wish you saw things just like me

When I walk around
Lost and found
And I feel my feet as they touch the ground
And I’m happy just to be right there
I wish that I could somehow share
The thing my stomach does when I think of us

What if we had one second to be?
Just like the other what would we see?
What if you knew exactly what you are to me?
Would you be terribly surprised?
To see who I am in my actual size
A second is short, but more then enough
You would feel loved, you would feel loved

What you hear, when music sings
What makes you sad, what sadness brings
Do you feel empty when you cry?
If I could only find out why you fear the things you fear
And make it disappear

What if we had one second to be?
Just like the other what would we see?
What if you knew exactly what you are to me?
Would you be terribly surprised?
To see who I am in my actual size
A second is short, but more then enough
You would feel loved, you would feel loved

What if we had one second to be?
Just like the other what would we see?
What if you knew exactly what you are to me?
Would you be terribly surprised?
To see who I am in my actual size
A second is short, but more then enough
You would feel loved, you would feel loved
You would feel loved, you would feel loved
You would feel loved, you would feel loved



Quan alguna cosa mor o neix
quan l’aigua brilla amb una llum groga
quan alguna cosa es mou enmig d’un arbre
voldria que veiessis aquestes coses com jo.

Quan passejo
i sento els meus peus com toquen el terra
i sóc feliç d’estar allà
m’agradaria compartir d’alguna manera
el que fa el meu estómac quan penso en nosaltres

I si tinguéssim un segon per ser
com l’altre, que`veuriem?
I si sapiguéssis exactament què ets per mi?
Estaries terriblement sorpresa
de veure qui sóc en la meva dimensió real?
Un segon és curt però és més que suficient
Et sentiries estimada, et sentiries estimada

Què sents quan sona la música
què et fa estar trista, què aporta la tristesa,
et sents buida quan plores?
Si tan sols pogués esbrinar per què tems el que tems
i fer-ho desaparèixer.