La immobilitat inextingible

gràcies, tot i que amb retràs, pel teu comentari. jejeje. Aquest estiu estic força out del web (cosa que hagués volgut canviar... ).

És un poema una mica estrany, potser millor dir-li'n boig, jejeje, per coincidir amb l'autor... ;), potser és perquè no és el tipus de relat que estic acostumada a llegir, però l'he trobat original, dins del seu ambient misteriós i fosc. Amb ironies i una "pizca" d'humor negre.

Que vagi bé amb la bogeria! (sepre sana, és clar! jejeje). Ciao!

Gemm@

Day after day alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he`s just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.

Well on his way his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.

And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.

He never listens to them,
He knows that they are the fools
They don`t like him,
The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.


Bé,.. suposo que aquest pobre home té el seu turonet.. :P


I ara una mica de modèstia: no et recomano que intentis imitar-me. Si ho fessis, es notaria una forta davallada al teu nivell. (jojojo, oi que he quedat bé?). Però vaja.. que aquí tothom és lliure de fer el que vulgui (aproximadament)




Au boigboig, gaudeix de la teva bogeria, que és molt sana!