El suro de la Lonnia

Carpetes i dem�s...

Fri, 9 Dec 2005 19:13:00 -0600

Catorze articles, aquest �s l’�ltim. Perqu� aix� �s nom�s un panell de suro, amb espai limitat i a la vista de tothom...

Tamb� s’acaba l’any. Aquests dies et poden agradar m�s o menys, per� en qualsevol cas, s�n uns dies que es repeteixen si fa no fa de la mateixa manera sempre.. aix� que, qu�? Que f�ieu per aquestes dates l’any passat? I l’any que ve, qu� fareu?

En fi, alguna cosa a dir? lonnia(a)terra.es

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Avui, un conte, escrit fa unes quantes nits

Fri, 11 Nov 2005 17:50:00 -0600

EL TREN. Per cert, en qu� penses?
(Melodia per escoltar de fons: alguna can�� de Supertramp, com ara "Dreamer" o "Breakfast in America")

Avui pujo al tren, se que a cada estaci� arribo a un lloc i un temps diferent. S�n tots meus, nom�s meus. Ja ni recordava aquesta parada. Ah, que simple i clar es veu tot, i lluny�. La m�quina va enrere, endavant, i a tot arreu es va aturant.
Pujar en aquest tren es com mirar �lbums de fotos de moments passats. Es com recordar el que pensaves abans i altres banalitats. Es com tornar a trobar-te, la via ajunta els trossets que et falten. Cada dest� �s el cam� que un dia vas deixar de seguir. Ell s’atura, i tu baixes, per� aleshores, te n’adones...

Que tots els vagons estan buits. Desperto i s�c al meu llit.

Mig atabalat, d’altra banda el cap clar, vaig a la cuina i em faig l’esmorzar. Dubto molt que si em torn�s a adormir el tren tornes a passar per aqu�.

Quina pena, quina pena...

Perqu� se que me n’oblidar�. Quedar� encallat en el present.
Em descol�loco, em desconcentro. M’aclaparo, i m’absento.
De nit torno cap al meu llit.
Al mat� ni recordo l’ahir.
Txucu-txucu-tx�, pi-pi.

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En una pel�l�cula...

Fri, 11 Nov 2005 17:40:00 -0600

- Mare, que vol dir follar?
- �s una paraula lletja per designar una cosa bonica. Se’n diu fer l’amor.

�� "Premonici�n" S�, �s una pel�li de terror, per� la frase est� b�.

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Una altra can��, born to be alive

Mon, 7 Nov 2005 23:58:00 -0600

I ara una de m�s animada per a compensar...

We were born to be alive, we were born to be alive
Born, born to be alive (won’t you be alive)
You see you were born, born, born (born to be alive)

People ask me why I never find a place to stop
And settle down, down, down!
But I never wanted all those things
People need to justify their lives, lives, lives!

You see you were born, born, born to be alive
(Born to be alive)
You see you were born, born, born
(Born to be alive)
It’s good to be alive, to be alive, to be alive
It’s good to be alive, to be alive, to be alive
It’s good to be alive!

Time was on my side when I was running down the street
It was so fine, fine, fine
A suitcase and an old guitar and something new to occupy
My mind, mind, mind

You see you were born, born,
born to be alive!
(born to be alive...)
...

I nar repetint XD

Una partida de cartes

Sun, 6 Nov 2005 18:12:00 -0600

I don’t wanna talk, about the things we’ve gone through
Though it’s hurting me, now it’s history.
I’ve played all my cards, and that’s what you’ve done too
Nothing more to say, no more ace to play.
The winner takes it all, the loser standing small
Beside the victory, that’s her destiny.

I was in your arms, thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense, building me a fence
Building me a home, thinking I’d be strong there,
but I was a fool, playing by the rules.

The gods may throw a dice, their minds as cold as ice
and someone way down here loses someone dear
The winner takes it all, the loser has to fall
It’s simple and it’s plain, why should I complain

But tell me does she kiss like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same when she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside you must know I miss you
But what can I say? Rules must be obeyed.

The judges will decide, the likes of me abide
Spectators of the show, always staying low
The game is on again, a lover or a friend
A big thing or a small, the winner takes it all!

I don’t wanna talk, if it makes you feel sad
And I understand, you’ve come to shake my hand
I apologize, if it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense, no self-confidence
But you see..
The winner takes it all , the winner takes it all...

"The winner takes it all, ABBA"

Una can�� colpidora...

Que far�, si dem� ning� sap...?

Tue, 1 Nov 2005 23:53:00 -0600

No se si quiero que me quieran,
o si me vale que me entiendan.

�� "Amaral"

I’m a marionette, just a marionette,
pull the string!

�� "ABBA"

Bajo la penumbra de un farol se dormiran todas las cosas que quedaron por decir, se dormiran.
Junto a las manillas de un reloj esperaran todas las horas que quedaron por vivir, esperaran.

�� "Jeannette"

Cada dia en algun lloc...

Fri, 28 Oct 2005 17:52:00 -0500

Alg� sap on �s l'estaci� del Tren de Mitjanit?

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Keep your head up, movin' on!

Fri, 28 Oct 2005 17:39:00 -0500

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Quina por... >_<

           "Sweet Dreams, Eurythmics"

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A-ha-h�!

Wed, 26 Oct 2005 17:58:00 -0500

Can�ons com l'anterior, o com Gloria (are the voices in your head?), o Born to be alive! O Dancing Queen t'alegren el dia.

Uh-uhhh XD

My, my!

Wed, 26 Oct 2005 17:53:00 -0500

So how could I ever refuse? I feel like I win when I lose...

I ja fa trenta anys!

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