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Compareixència obligada davant del jutge,
se m'acusa de violació de la realitat amb premeditació, nocturnitat i alevosia.
L'agreujant de tinença il·ícita de desitjos de consum il·legal no em farà de fàcil pena.

El banc dels somnis no m'ha declarat insolvent davant del jutge.
L'advocat d'ofici, pobre, alegava que pateixo transparència transitòria.
El fiscal, molt enraonat, reclamava un càstig exemplar que creés jurisprudència.

Em declaro culpable. Em declaren culpable.

Que vingui l'agutzil i m'emmanilli amb el teu alè.
No em vindrà de nou, viure en la presó de l'impossible.


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    Capdelin | 04-11-2006 | Valoració: 10

    molt bo el paral-lelisme entre l'escenografia judicial i la de la vida amorosa... amb un final contundent, desfogador i ple de dolor comprimit. Malgrat el judici injust i precipitat i malgrat la condemna exagerada... t'has quedat a gust amb la teva confessió íntima final.
    M'encanta aquesta vena d'ironia i humor que acompanya, humanitza i que són tan bons digestius en aquesta vida.
    Gràcies pels teus "axuxons ensucrats" je je
    Ja tinc el carnet de fan teu.
    Petons perpètuos i abraçades en cadena je je
    i que ens sigui "leve" la condemna.

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So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over
T the game is over

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
The game is over

I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream to exercise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow

I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake

The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears

So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me...
/(script for a jester's tear- Marillion)

en Lèvingir, Jb i Aurincon_Kuu em van encadenar, pero jo no soc capaç de seguir la cadena!! Please que alg'u em passi les intruccions per una nina torpe!!!

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