Wednesday, May 15, 2013

poemes escrits a hores de classe


Poema escrit a l'hora de classe de no me'n recordo el què

I jo què sé
què representa
que sóc i haig de pensar

se'm en refot
no dieu que sóc tant jove?
sóc massa per això,
sóc massa poc per allò

doncs aquí 
"estic"
perduda adolescenment
i se'm en refot el que se'm diu
en el fons si que se'm en fot
pero tant fot
no sé res jo
oi?
jo no sé res

ni tu tampoc
i mai


Poema escrit a l'hora de classe d'història de la música tot escoltant una simfonia de Beethoven

Old music is beautiful 
The past is beautiful
Beethoven is beautiful
His father and his mum 
and his dog
and this school is beautiful
everybody is beautiful!
The rich bitches with their big cars
beautiful!
My city is beautiful
The fog is beautiful
The violins and trumpets and
simphonies and the evenings are beautiful.

The fucking allegreto is beautiful
The presto is even more beautiful
Your face is beautiful
Your hands are beyond beautiuful 
The way you play is beautiful

The happinness of this allegro con brio is beautiful
And so is my tea
The late afternoon beautiful irish tea
The rain is beautiful!
The piano is beautiful.

The damn cresciendo is unbelievably beautiful!
Beautiful Pollock!
Beautiful Shakespeare!
Beautiful Bukoskwi!
Beautiful Ginsberg!
Beautiful my mum and my dad and my cat and my dog.

Beautiful this song!

The world is unbelievably and sadly fucked but beautiful.

We are 
so fucking
beautiful. 






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PD. disculpeu-me per les faltes.
de fet, no.
faig faltes perquè sóc sincera.
no m'agraden les faltes en tot cas. gens. 

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