You can't catch
either with hands or by handfuls
the water of the time you live in;
on your fingers will remain
a light film of damp.
My trade has brought me
the tense solitude
that is not broken from outside:
the wish for love,
the clean impulse of desire.
Intermittent like everything,
I go up and often fall,
because together we will forget
the birth of delight,
just as smoke vanishes.
A weariness of crying
-regret by moments-
makes my body tingle:
"We must alter the world
and change life".
The world of all of us
and this life of ours.
And you can't do this alone
because the struggle is hard:
we will have to be many.
You can't catch
either with hands or by handfuls
the water of the time you live in.
1 | A Joan Miro |
2 | He Was A Child |
3 | Aixi Com Cell Qui Es Veu Prop De La Mort |
4 | Against Fear |
5 | Amanda |
6 | A Colps |
7 | Andreu, My Friend |
8 | Night |
9 | El Pais Vasco |
10 | So Qui So |