tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75592823060488573822024-03-17T19:59:10.800-07:00Vicis de ma vidaÀngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.comBlogger567125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-23392479443527106452024-03-16T03:44:00.000-07:002024-03-16T03:44:43.735-07:00La musa dels nois,180. Versió catalana d'Àngel Carbonell<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh85IkC0KgNxjDcG9-CTXgFQW2vM5KHTyXD51_ChuN3p7ECXAgEqPbgDazsym7wipXh-lNABaqCWOlDXTn4Dk3chmkLAMHrNUohXyt04BDX44HK7RnA9kzrFA0Nye00yrdMw-ojQaLMzVemgtrZbFo-wXSYJq8mBIV_Kr44nashSOjkChzxZvZhYmyCRMTU/s1350/Walter%20Stuempfig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh85IkC0KgNxjDcG9-CTXgFQW2vM5KHTyXD51_ChuN3p7ECXAgEqPbgDazsym7wipXh-lNABaqCWOlDXTn4Dk3chmkLAMHrNUohXyt04BDX44HK7RnA9kzrFA0Nye00yrdMw-ojQaLMzVemgtrZbFo-wXSYJq8mBIV_Kr44nashSOjkChzxZvZhYmyCRMTU/s320/Walter%20Stuempfig.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Obra de Walter Stuempfig</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; page-break-before: always; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>180, Estrató de Sardes</b></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"> </span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Una calor immensa s’apodera de mi. Tu, xicot, deixa</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> de voleiar al costat meu
aquest drap lleuger!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">És un altre el foc que tinc a dins, encès per beure en excés,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> i els teus moviments
l’inflamen encara més.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;">Κ</span><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;">αῦμά μ᾽ ἔχει μέγα δή τι</span><span style="line-height: 150%;">·</span><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;">
σὺ δ᾽, ὦ παῖ, παύεο λεπτὸν</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> ἠέρι
δινεύων ἐγγὺς ἐμεῖο λίνον.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ἄλλο τι πῦρ ἐμοῦ ἔνδον ἔχω κυάθοισιν
ἀναφθέν</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> καὶ
περὶ σῇ ῥιπῇ μᾶλλον ἐγειρόμενον.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-A-ID3toMUOFMZ3t6eLZGgRmxRc5ThzI5bttuTgXEZhotEYUjcBEeLOrJ7QDVBHQHR7aE3VcIRXCV21TIEF3rYNFI99Ajmxj7CKS6aN5yN5U0uJTqBIS9dWa1Cd4gopK7LfbXZXphO6tuSya3HWSQUw6K5I_-ChiGl-T32cz_Flr8buoB9YLwFXGnfbvp/s1788/Portada.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1196" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-A-ID3toMUOFMZ3t6eLZGgRmxRc5ThzI5bttuTgXEZhotEYUjcBEeLOrJ7QDVBHQHR7aE3VcIRXCV21TIEF3rYNFI99Ajmxj7CKS6aN5yN5U0uJTqBIS9dWa1Cd4gopK7LfbXZXphO6tuSya3HWSQUw6K5I_-ChiGl-T32cz_Flr8buoB9YLwFXGnfbvp/s320/Portada.png" width="214" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;">El podeu trobar a <a href="https://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/musa-dels-nois-dangel-carbonell/">L'Art de la Memòria Edicions</a>, també en <a href="https://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/ebook-epub-musa-dels-nois/">ebook</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-17806704843860884782024-03-08T08:37:00.000-08:002024-03-08T08:37:13.456-08:00Un poema d'Eduard Escoffet<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ew9V-STn5nPYE1iXlWOAb-fd6NaLRQsX4F8__8LDs-EcLgonWCJep6upN1TjuTRBr4CCTdNwrnJaiZQMGNVmY9twcuM55jj-osxNDnb34J35UtQVzW7ffh1r86pdy3hGOQXOW4gKiw7LvJSbLNq-dCCpG4jFpLKwP6ugIrjPAsfAuyz4-G2A0iYHJmXb/s1000/gaire_eduard%20escoffet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="621" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ew9V-STn5nPYE1iXlWOAb-fd6NaLRQsX4F8__8LDs-EcLgonWCJep6upN1TjuTRBr4CCTdNwrnJaiZQMGNVmY9twcuM55jj-osxNDnb34J35UtQVzW7ffh1r86pdy3hGOQXOW4gKiw7LvJSbLNq-dCCpG4jFpLKwP6ugIrjPAsfAuyz4-G2A0iYHJmXb/s320/gaire_eduard%20escoffet.jpg" width="199" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"coses", diu ell.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell diu que els seus cabells</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">són un mar.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell diu que no troba sempre</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">allò que busca; que el calaix</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">és un passadís molt llarg,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell amb prou feines</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">n'albira la fosca del final.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell diu que les portes són obertes;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">que cal ser un riu, implacable,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">que busca.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I ell diu que se sent com el sol</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">quan ateny les muntanyes:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">una mena de ser i quasi no ser,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">potser més: deixar de ser.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell diu que al final</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">de la muntanya hi ha un retorn,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">un altre camí: una vall.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell diu -no sap què dir-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">que sí, que té raó.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell diu que és un sol,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">no a les muntanyes, sinó al mar,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i que neix, neix.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell li respon que no ho entén,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">que se sent, però, en la llum.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell li diu "en la fosca ho entendràs".</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell hi accedeix, i li lliura</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">sa fosca, perquè hi entri,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">delicadament, implacable.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell diu que els seus cabells,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">que les seves mans, la seva pell.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell diu poca cosa més.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i ell fa la resta. i ell també.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>gaire </i>(2012)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-46948135713433646302024-03-01T08:29:00.000-08:002024-03-01T08:29:43.667-08:00La musa dels nois, 179. Versió catalana d'Àngel Carbonell<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjG8EYbyHiMConO5ElSxNMtev_s9mxYa0tFAhKQR-HhPISxZphID79MQ5PftWYbQ_UZj2kz0_sFKUmTSlMkJyVTYKaeORk4QlM-GNhGr2VAtpQ6GZZ2OgBFO0c6V7efF8cAfvQJb2vz3EFN6qPUKmqhDi_4n5mfT96BJaO3nnIWjts0IMTmcorryJC81V5/s1350/Juliusz%20Lewandowski.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjG8EYbyHiMConO5ElSxNMtev_s9mxYa0tFAhKQR-HhPISxZphID79MQ5PftWYbQ_UZj2kz0_sFKUmTSlMkJyVTYKaeORk4QlM-GNhGr2VAtpQ6GZZ2OgBFO0c6V7efF8cAfvQJb2vz3EFN6qPUKmqhDi_4n5mfT96BJaO3nnIWjts0IMTmcorryJC81V5/s320/Juliusz%20Lewandowski.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: x-small;">Pintura de Juliusz Lewandowski</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; page-break-before: always; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>179, Estrató de Sardes</b></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Et vaig jurar, Crònida, que mai no explicaria a ningú</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>—ni a mi mateix— el que
Teudis m’ha concedit.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Però la meva ànima perjura, enduta per la voluptat</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>als núvols, no pot amagar
la seva joia.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ho diré; perdona’m, si pots: «El noi se m’ha lliurat». Zeus Pare,</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>quin plaer hi ha en un
èxit que roman ocult?</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ὤμοσά σοι, Κρονίδη, μηπώποτε, μηδ᾽ ἐμοὶ αὐτῷ,</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>ἐξειπεῖν ὅ τι μοι Θεῦδις
ἔειπε λαβεῖν.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ψυχὴ δ᾽ ἡ δυσάπιστος ἀγαλλομένη πεπότηται</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>ἠέρι καὶ στέξαι τἀγαθὸν οὐ
δύναται</span><span style="line-height: 150%;">·</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;">ἀλλ᾽ ἐρέω, σύγγνωθι σύ μοι</span><span style="line-height: 150%;">·</span><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"> «κεῖνος δὲ πέπεισται.»</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Ζεῦ πάτερ, ἀγνώστου τίς
χάρις εὐτυχίης;</span></span></p><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVFpgCRMainFGq7n-iCYY79KdJY5qco13SItG_YGLBf3_N74Uxt51VVSThDKvRjpGe8OVZ7ku3EC7lSwzuks82HuoKOKekYAc4IT6nFflavIwtBADSjxfgmw01HSn4jSUpn3T1lZ-MQmJJ3LqDRGCjg3TwfWK-BYWInYngghmYB-1_G9HAce2Oodo6_tW/s1788/Portada.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1196" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVFpgCRMainFGq7n-iCYY79KdJY5qco13SItG_YGLBf3_N74Uxt51VVSThDKvRjpGe8OVZ7ku3EC7lSwzuks82HuoKOKekYAc4IT6nFflavIwtBADSjxfgmw01HSn4jSUpn3T1lZ-MQmJJ3LqDRGCjg3TwfWK-BYWInYngghmYB-1_G9HAce2Oodo6_tW/s320/Portada.png" width="214" /></a></div><br /><p>El podeu trobar a la <a href="https://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/musa-dels-nois-dangel-carbonell/">web</a> de L'Art de la Memòria Edicions, també en <a href="https://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/ebook-epub-musa-dels-nois/">ebook</a>.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-29074586839215482932024-02-23T13:25:00.000-08:002024-02-23T13:25:16.917-08:00Dos poemes d'Ian Bermúdez<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2qfuFNHbcq0d93WMAKGVFO6mhBAGcs5_W6IBfCWuC-tvpKj9uwFxv20k1GcT48EtLnqRH04emxOrJYEVeFAnetjEe6Aj1wspCgay617wY56PDSsGmG3Hqhlf7ejVopDLE39quSr_J9SLFt0gQnpvSVQpgCXG40MGKo1XEhFFVXft33dalpPvgzts_T-oU/s1200/ser-h-u-ome-a-bellaterra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="784" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2qfuFNHbcq0d93WMAKGVFO6mhBAGcs5_W6IBfCWuC-tvpKj9uwFxv20k1GcT48EtLnqRH04emxOrJYEVeFAnetjEe6Aj1wspCgay617wY56PDSsGmG3Hqhlf7ejVopDLE39quSr_J9SLFt0gQnpvSVQpgCXG40MGKo1XEhFFVXft33dalpPvgzts_T-oU/s320/ser-h-u-ome-a-bellaterra.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Qui va començar a pensar</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">com catalogar</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">allò que anomenem</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i>home </i>i <i>dona</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">podria haver quedat</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">amb algú per passejar</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">amb qui fos,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">a la vora del mar,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">i gaudir</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">del silenci.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Vaig decidir venir en un cos biològic de dona</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">perquè val molt la pena.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Una formació recomanable</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">per a qualsevol persona del segle XXI.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-51186299978168441112024-02-16T10:05:00.000-08:002024-02-16T10:05:10.378-08:00La musa dels nois, 178. Versió catalana d'Àngel Carbonell<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCob4Uz8LeH99t5OL584ebjBlqOjRJI4Bl3g9oQVWRroPapkvqB167s-w2hAWWN2jc3YWJdvVjtuJpOTDtgkC-vWJLgzM0eoE9rMQI7LUuMJBXe0oDOu3HR_SnHcMRFkEGBv6ghh9C22zu6nh1c_OVs3NbdowVb6RH3PDv7mAVd-gIxO4DYwJ0s1YST9h7/s1000/Henry%20Scott%20Tuke_estudi%20de%20nu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCob4Uz8LeH99t5OL584ebjBlqOjRJI4Bl3g9oQVWRroPapkvqB167s-w2hAWWN2jc3YWJdvVjtuJpOTDtgkC-vWJLgzM0eoE9rMQI7LUuMJBXe0oDOu3HR_SnHcMRFkEGBv6ghh9C22zu6nh1c_OVs3NbdowVb6RH3PDv7mAVd-gIxO4DYwJ0s1YST9h7/s320/Henry%20Scott%20Tuke_estudi%20de%20nu.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><i>Estudi de nu, </i>de Henry Scott Tuke</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; page-break-before: always; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b>178, Estrató de Sardes</b></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"> </span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Se’m va calar foc quan Teudis brillava entre els altres nois,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> com el sol llevant-se al
bell mig dels estels.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Per això encara cremo ara que el pèl el vesteix de nit,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> perquè el sol, quan es
pon, encara és el sol.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Ἐξεφλέγην, ὅτε Θεῦδις ἐλάμπετο παισὶν ἐν ἄλλοις</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> οἷος ἐπαντέλλων ἀστράσιν
ἠέλιος.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Τοὔνεκ᾽ ἔτι φλέγομαι καὶ νῦν, ὅτε νυκτὶ λαχνοῦται·</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> δυόμενος γάρ, ὅμως ἥλιός
ἐστιν ἔτι.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJt5k52IXfcTBYD8TVe97OvnQGsOH4LkHrdqj2fad0lw-1zXxmnJHfAfIadIM-kM7nZZdC46awvT26mo3lijieTvGFZQ3AoKV2N_pR8l0ytePnITSeRpWv0dQo4FWCdXos1nkKicGzYEBXEq6cM0hgZgZSSMxgc7mZ_RCwGELqyTuRSif68erUTq0xjO9/s1788/Portada.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1196" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJt5k52IXfcTBYD8TVe97OvnQGsOH4LkHrdqj2fad0lw-1zXxmnJHfAfIadIM-kM7nZZdC46awvT26mo3lijieTvGFZQ3AoKV2N_pR8l0ytePnITSeRpWv0dQo4FWCdXos1nkKicGzYEBXEq6cM0hgZgZSSMxgc7mZ_RCwGELqyTuRSif68erUTq0xjO9/s320/Portada.png" width="214" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Podeu trobar-lo a <a href="https://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/musa-dels-nois-dangel-carbonell/">L'Art de la Memòria Edicions</a>, també en format <a href="https://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/ebook-epub-musa-dels-nois/">digital</a>.</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p>
</p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-72326251459782272792024-02-09T11:40:00.000-08:002024-02-09T11:40:03.285-08:00Dos poemes de Bel Olid<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOorIfAUN4CEjIv-8ijfGtuYgnggAlebxTbgqW_S2RPMcvMknKZ0jyiG9AFktO_jVr6gmlxbNPMu7uuhPgYqWprzqXWltvLvAXNitI1kA29220E_Fp3ETdunf07g35oT1OgJ754yYbOVHuBEurg_wuqHfc5v4WpiuzkR8SMNdfzYJQlPmMRtjMFEqVL__4/s1200/ferida-udol-viatge-illa-bellaterra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="780" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOorIfAUN4CEjIv-8ijfGtuYgnggAlebxTbgqW_S2RPMcvMknKZ0jyiG9AFktO_jVr6gmlxbNPMu7uuhPgYqWprzqXWltvLvAXNitI1kA29220E_Fp3ETdunf07g35oT1OgJ754yYbOVHuBEurg_wuqHfc5v4WpiuzkR8SMNdfzYJQlPmMRtjMFEqVL__4/s320/ferida-udol-viatge-illa-bellaterra.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Vaig embenar-me els pits</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i em vaig posar colònia d'home.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Era una tarda porpra,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">suava la tempesta.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">M'empenyia un alè</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">que deia que no</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">que no</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">que no</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">que no tornaria a passar.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">M'havia arranat els cabells</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i duia el crani nu,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">pentinant l'aire.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Vaig fer moltes passes,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">el món no s'acabava.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Semblaven les mans</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">un bri</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">un ble</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">un no ser-hi discret.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Vaig haver de tallar-me-les.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">****</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Va costar obrir les cames</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i veure què hi havia.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Mirar amb el cap dels dits</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">els plecs de dins.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Va costar obrir les cames</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i dir meves,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">mirar odi</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">mirar fàstic</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">mirar por</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i estimar el fruit</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">obert</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">del cos trencat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Ara tens dits, ben teus,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">que t'acaronen.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Es pon la set,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">menstruen les estrelles.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Totes les dones mortes que no eres</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">vindran amb tu</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i cavalcaran la nit.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-20153347930048620582024-02-02T10:48:00.000-08:002024-02-02T10:48:08.050-08:00La musa dels nois, 177. Versió catalana d'Àngel Carbonell<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8u2tXXR-5RKvTKq2lm2i56jup8fFkk6gMe9CRgcOb9Xsi_ZJjK89nK_CRnbPZWoyJUQaeUhCn8BJ4zgeJQlaBFkySzM2Ek9mxGJ5x2iFvvHE4gC6PQGjzTKKo8nQnOgpBLLwmmtlCEqTQ4-Xt2N-0Y3qkQL8bwnEPs9meio0VXodjAadvxquX4XQ8qWeK/s1351/Snapinsta.app_321158691_626224129468890_3995122397551787339_n_1080%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1351" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8u2tXXR-5RKvTKq2lm2i56jup8fFkk6gMe9CRgcOb9Xsi_ZJjK89nK_CRnbPZWoyJUQaeUhCn8BJ4zgeJQlaBFkySzM2Ek9mxGJ5x2iFvvHE4gC6PQGjzTKKo8nQnOgpBLLwmmtlCEqTQ4-Xt2N-0Y3qkQL8bwnEPs9meio0VXodjAadvxquX4XQ8qWeK/s320/Snapinsta.app_321158691_626224129468890_3995122397551787339_n_1080%20(1).jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">Quadre de Peter Churcher</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; page-break-before: always; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">177, Estrató de Sardes</span></b></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; page-break-before: always; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; page-break-before: always; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Ahir vespre, quan ja ens estàvem acomiadant, Meris</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> em va fer un petó, no sé
si de veritat o en somnis.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">A part d’això, recordo tot el que va passar amb certesa,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> les coses que em va dir,
les coses que em va preguntar.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Ara, si em va fer un petó, no n’estic segur, però em demano:</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> si ara soc un déu, com és
que encara visc a la terra?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Ἑσπερίην Μοῖρίς με, καθ᾽ ἣν ὑγιαίνομεν ὥρην,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> οὐκ οἶδ᾽ εἴτε σαφῶς εἴτ᾽
ὄναρ, ἠσπάσατο.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Ἤδη γὰρ τὰ μὲν ἄλλα μάλ᾽ ἀτρεκέως ἐνόησα,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> χὠκόσα μοι προσέφη χὠκόσ᾽
ἐπυνθάνετο·</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">εἰ δέ με καὶ πεφίληκε τεκμαίρομαι· εἰ γὰρ ἀληθές,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; page-break-before: always; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> πῶς ἀποθειωθεὶς πλάζομ᾽
ἐπιχθόνιος;</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnowVNY9qhcVYYJ3UPoj7zjTl5XeKRH4D4I2d7-YDpEY9H7ANPwQdp-eyuiihCMormBFkC-Oi9Uhx5BOh0g0rQxfuiLGk2MLtQDTbIlx-2bqXKjGuZVzd_VteGnKGjlMFNsFYS9CXRlNxW31SQ2A4SMYzNBvKwSUoAlhmVb6fwzzgikltYmaJT9djTerLg/s1788/Portada.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1196" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnowVNY9qhcVYYJ3UPoj7zjTl5XeKRH4D4I2d7-YDpEY9H7ANPwQdp-eyuiihCMormBFkC-Oi9Uhx5BOh0g0rQxfuiLGk2MLtQDTbIlx-2bqXKjGuZVzd_VteGnKGjlMFNsFYS9CXRlNxW31SQ2A4SMYzNBvKwSUoAlhmVb6fwzzgikltYmaJT9djTerLg/s320/Portada.png" width="214" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">El podeu trobar a <a href="https://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/musa-dels-nois-dangel-carbonell/">L'Art de la Memòria Edicions</a>, també en <a href="https://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/ebook-epub-musa-dels-nois/">ebook</a>.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-49992426543317325042024-01-20T11:30:00.000-08:002024-01-20T11:30:07.047-08:00Quatre poemes de Carles Rebassa<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojUy1Q0UhN7bJz7uENnCVr4hf3qRsP1ggdrwzUqmAwCYerQ2tvJPSjMjndNGIW4x-xsnqiU8YjR7d4gFvU5YivHOJ1yeaz2qaYstLMw-iDqAPoNcypAHfApXP0NlNI5o6kqkyFQqKNNE47M-ydn1wNcVRrHJWpzu0uxGzr979vly96D0lvHjUm5yhBNNK/s1000/els%20jove%20si%20les%20v%C3%ADdues.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="617" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojUy1Q0UhN7bJz7uENnCVr4hf3qRsP1ggdrwzUqmAwCYerQ2tvJPSjMjndNGIW4x-xsnqiU8YjR7d4gFvU5YivHOJ1yeaz2qaYstLMw-iDqAPoNcypAHfApXP0NlNI5o6kqkyFQqKNNE47M-ydn1wNcVRrHJWpzu0uxGzr979vly96D0lvHjUm5yhBNNK/s320/els%20jove%20si%20les%20v%C3%ADdues.jpg" width="197" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>ROMEO FLIPA</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Feia el carrer a peu i amb un pedal,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">i adesiara gitava a la grava,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">però en aquell moment m'era igual:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dins el malson, del meu volcà, la lava</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">bullia ferm, melosa i terrenal,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">i a deu mil graus i pels ulls et cercava</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">per un carrer amb una foscor total.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Vaig fer el camí. No hi vaig trobar cap trava</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">i eres allà. Assegut, llunyà i real.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">De cop el cos i el bull m'eren tot bava,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">i ho foren més quan el teu bell pardal</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">em va aferrar amb amor la meva fava.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Els joves i les vídues </i>(2006)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>CANÇÓ</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Jo he obert la meva flor</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">al coll d'una flor tancada,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">poncella que ja comença</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">a perdre's i a esgarriar-se.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">És del cert? No ho sabré mai.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Al jardí, la meva flor</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">és novella cada dia,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">viu badada i no s'espiga,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">no fa ombra i et convida</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">a obrir la teva flor amiga.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Pluja de foc </i>(2016)</span></p><p><i style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: right;"><br /></i></p><p><i style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: right;"><br /></i></p><p><i style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: right;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Karol Wojtyla, Mario Vargas Llosa</i></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">El Papa ens ha advertit que no boixem,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que ens masturbem per amor del Sant Pare,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que el dia del juí, si no, ben cara</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la pagarem, la festa que ens fotem.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">A Roma, el cap de fava no se'n tem,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que els intel·lectuals donen la cara</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">per a advertir la gent que, mira..., el Pare,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">los bons i mals judicarà... Ehem...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">De lluny jo penso en tu. Què en dius, amor,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">del tuf pudent del vell i el puta Pare</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">i dels filòsofs i escriptors de vara</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que tot just fan de xotets del Senyor?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Que parli... No mereix, aquest senyor,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ni que un déu gai se li escorri a la cara.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Sons bruts </i>(2019)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">M'hauria agradat conèixer-te més,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">obrir més solcs dins el tros del teu ventre,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">caminar nu, dins de tu, cap al centre</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">del teu dolor silent sense recés.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I encara més: voldria que el temps fes</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">un tomb sonor enrere, i l'epicentre</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">del temps oníric s'assentés just mentre</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dos fóssim un parrús, oh bell succés.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ja ho veus, sol meu, de tu n'enyoro el nu,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">el somni sensual, que ha estat peix cru...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Del teu mal sense bans ni pells colrades</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">en tinc just brins de llàgrimes vessades</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">a l'hora del meu plor, trist jo, trist tu.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Pensar aquest plorissó, ara és debades.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>Sons bruts </i>(2019)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div> <p></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-89349310033638829192024-01-06T10:47:00.000-08:002024-01-06T10:48:34.427-08:00La musa dels nois, 167. Versió catalana d'Àngel Carbonell<p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1NhdWnyUW9EwZChz2ioRz0qyXRVIUuAV4HL9h7Kkje11e4KKdiZCJ7dR9V9sJRwYsGSbgY2VD5ofaD7J9bQBczODmpItd_Vg1U3NbkjpnrkrS1riZB28qe7gkmJ5xCDQKqG3rPryELn4yw4F_ZG7yTDGtAorhAJIrIERosamPQuhnqLvXM56TKl3269D/s1350/Fotografia%20de%20Mel%20Roberts.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1NhdWnyUW9EwZChz2ioRz0qyXRVIUuAV4HL9h7Kkje11e4KKdiZCJ7dR9V9sJRwYsGSbgY2VD5ofaD7J9bQBczODmpItd_Vg1U3NbkjpnrkrS1riZB28qe7gkmJ5xCDQKqG3rPryELn4yw4F_ZG7yTDGtAorhAJIrIERosamPQuhnqLvXM56TKl3269D/s320/Fotografia%20de%20Mel%20Roberts.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Fotografia de Mel Roberts</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="break-before: page; line-height: 150%; page-break-before: always; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">167, Meleagre de Gàdara</span></b></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Bufa un vent de tempesta! Eros, el déu de les llàgrimes dolces,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> foragitant-me dels
banquets, em porta a prop teu, Miïsc.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">El vent del Desig s’ha aixecat i em turmenta! Vulgues emparar</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> al teu port, si et plau,
un mariner perdut al mar de Cipris.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Χειμέριον μὲν πνεῦμα, φέρει δ᾽ ἐπὶ σοί με, Μυΐσκε,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> ἁρπαστὸν κώμοις ὁ
γλυκύδακρυς Ἔρως.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Χειμαίνει δὲ βαρὺς πνεύσας Πόθος, ἀλλὰ μ᾽ ἐς ὅρμον</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> δέξαι τὸν ναύτην Κύπριδος
ἐν πελάγει.</span></span></p><p>
</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-21623196679775425212024-01-01T07:35:00.000-08:002024-01-01T07:35:22.436-08:00Dos poemes de Sònia Moll<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVxvo3stYKh2qO4dMiI7l39w2k22b-oUKJ1ghyvTtqo3mF0HlAQPL_6_oSBdZJLQqlxRfnAY_JBka6_DjOJZiugcY1FqSzl8ZzC9bgkO78Q7nQu2a_INvaLGtHGNMRZRo4vFxSlKnzn_T8XmyonULoK5lhHXKAKorwXGP0Jiv07FkaZOn2qjWc5oCaGO4/s608/non%20si%20male%20nunc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="402" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVxvo3stYKh2qO4dMiI7l39w2k22b-oUKJ1ghyvTtqo3mF0HlAQPL_6_oSBdZJLQqlxRfnAY_JBka6_DjOJZiugcY1FqSzl8ZzC9bgkO78Q7nQu2a_INvaLGtHGNMRZRo4vFxSlKnzn_T8XmyonULoK5lhHXKAKorwXGP0Jiv07FkaZOn2qjWc5oCaGO4/s320/non%20si%20male%20nunc.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>ROSA</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">T'evoco, Rosa, i se m'acut</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que podria besar-te les parpelles</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">carregades de son, i empresonar-te</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">un rínxol entre els dits,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">si no fes tant de temps que he congelat</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">el bes a frec de llavi.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Et penso, Rosa, i sé perdut</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">el silenci quiet dels teus camins,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que ignoren el desfici del meu tacte</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">(en tinc un mapa mut que vaig omplint</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">a cops d'imaginari).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">T'enyoro, Rosa.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I no vull més</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que aquest misteri teu que m'omple el somni</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">i desfà les engrunes de certesa</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">que m'aguanten.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>EL MEU AMOR PETIT</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">El meu amor petit, com de mentida,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">espiava els teus ulls de color de cel</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">darrere les escales de cargol</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">al pati de l'escola de les monges.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La meva amor petita, de joguina,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">trencadissa com fulla de llorer,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">amagava el secret dins les butxaques</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">de l'uniforme blau. I al pas dels dies</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">(dilluns tacats de gris, dimarts de cendra,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">dimecres virolats, dijous groguencs,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">divendres plens de llum) refeia el somni:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">cabells de blat madur, petons de menta.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">(Perquè ho devien ser, de menta, crec,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">aquells petons secrets que us espiava.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ell era un noi rosset, d'ulls de maragda,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">un any més gran que tu. Dels jesuïtes.)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">El meu amor petit teixia somnis</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">ocult sota la culpa adolescent.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I els dits tacats de guix et resseguien</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">el nom a les finestres. T'enyoraven</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la pell desconeguda, immaculada.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">La meva amor petita, d'or i sucre,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">la van ferir de mort des que va nèixer</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">les ombres del pecat i la vergonya.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><i>Non si male nunc </i>(2008)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-3118025512243020472023-12-15T01:37:00.000-08:002023-12-15T01:37:18.711-08:00La musa dels nois, 165. Versió catalana d'Àngel Carbonell<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6T9lSUj-CClK_K5nwgbS2OaTDeB8Lf6jvnD6esarOgbUOO5T-xOfssKDhTf4Vw1BJFHAr60T_3XWmR7ah807MSzIHrp3VIr0JfttTKTtEyGoOIXvstErXYaCd7oS1DD49OF45DQ3N4WzfhwPaZGfl-jcx_RgUYXh9HuJKkAJ1ElriVAxhxFhbrEVPEU_N/s1350/avel%20de%20knight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6T9lSUj-CClK_K5nwgbS2OaTDeB8Lf6jvnD6esarOgbUOO5T-xOfssKDhTf4Vw1BJFHAr60T_3XWmR7ah807MSzIHrp3VIr0JfttTKTtEyGoOIXvstErXYaCd7oS1DD49OF45DQ3N4WzfhwPaZGfl-jcx_RgUYXh9HuJKkAJ1ElriVAxhxFhbrEVPEU_N/s320/avel%20de%20knight.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Dibuix d'Avel de Knight, anys 40</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; page-break-before: always; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">165, Meleagre de Gàdara</span></b></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Cleòbul, una flor blanca, i Sòpolis, que davant seu és color</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>de mel fosca, ambdós
porten la flor de Cipris.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Aquesta és la raó per què m’atreuen aquests nois: he de lligar,</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>a parer dels Amors, el
blanc amb el negre.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>Λευκανθὴς Κλεόβουλος, ὁ δ᾽ ἀντία τοῦδε
μελίχρους</i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Σώπολις,
οἱ δισσοὶ Κύπριδος ἀνθοφόροι.</i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;">Τοὔνεκά μοι παίδων ἕπεται πόθος</span><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;">·<span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> οἱ γὰρ Ἔρωτες</span></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i> πλέξειν
ἐκ λευκοῦ φασί με καί μέλανος.</i></span></span></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRPk5xYglJLob2ME71E4ygvmYnpj91mNRTa3h5T9hfnYpj-cLYOYAp_3O31WKantDp0S8yZY9uEXcgOj03iHIUtWkdyVQERiFgdX5CFraTtfbzhtUiP5gJegGusjgFLF38z9LFf2z_wboi42-WTzezNq4JMnIYnuud1LNNomHZtPkbNuEyhNsj8Hn9R-_/s1788/Portada.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1196" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRPk5xYglJLob2ME71E4ygvmYnpj91mNRTa3h5T9hfnYpj-cLYOYAp_3O31WKantDp0S8yZY9uEXcgOj03iHIUtWkdyVQERiFgdX5CFraTtfbzhtUiP5gJegGusjgFLF38z9LFf2z_wboi42-WTzezNq4JMnIYnuud1LNNomHZtPkbNuEyhNsj8Hn9R-_/s320/Portada.png" width="214" /></a></div><br /><p>El podeu trobar a <a href="http://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/musa-dels-nois-dangel-carbonell/">L'Art de la Memòria Edicions</a>, també en format <a href="http://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/ebook-epub-musa-dels-nois/">digital</a>.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-13531763940496148592023-12-08T09:20:00.000-08:002023-12-08T09:20:56.717-08:00'El terrat', de Begoña Chorques<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_bhfFcuXR3XaLBXsEX1dvTeWMUUkb5RtGGjy4cGksol1oVMMABEjxvR7-VwuLLM0bmuIIqBg7xn4vrYlX1v4eoN6DtYEHti6dIu19AgrkhgjVTg6IxZlZfZDtokIj828K3DFJoXUsZq3nvPWrbJIlp07C4u5SK9vevTk0fZ29bSvxNY9V1exYEdxZchK/s2592/Portada_olor-de-poma-verda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1885" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_bhfFcuXR3XaLBXsEX1dvTeWMUUkb5RtGGjy4cGksol1oVMMABEjxvR7-VwuLLM0bmuIIqBg7xn4vrYlX1v4eoN6DtYEHti6dIu19AgrkhgjVTg6IxZlZfZDtokIj828K3DFJoXUsZq3nvPWrbJIlp07C4u5SK9vevTk0fZ29bSvxNY9V1exYEdxZchK/s320/Portada_olor-de-poma-verda.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>EL TERRAT</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p> <i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Tot ho recorde mentre vas estenent la roba.</span></i><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><i> </i>(Vicent Andrés Estellés)<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Se'ns va fer de dia aquella nit al terrat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Primer, observàvem encuriosides</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">com s'apagaven els llums dels veïns,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">uns llums es resistien més que altres.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I així van anar passant les hores</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">tan prop que la teua olor m'envoltava.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Parlàvem, parlàvem aquella nit.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Et contemplava gelosa el rostre</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">desapercebut entre els braços blancs.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">A la fosca tot bullia dintre teu.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Vaig gosar parlar, començar a dir-te.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I tu sabies el que jo volia</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">expressar-te i no sabia com dir-te.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Sense aire, semblava que m'ofegava.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Insisties que parlara, parlara,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">volies escoltar-ho dels meus llavis.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Què va passar després? No ho vam saber,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">fou inevitable no estimar-nos</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">com ens vam estimar aquella nit.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Els llums dels veïns més matinadors</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">mandrosos començaren a encendre's.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Se'ns va fer de dia aquella nit al terrat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i>Olor de poema verda </i>(2016)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-40330621273792579612023-12-01T02:30:00.000-08:002023-12-01T02:30:25.544-08:00'Pit jove', tanka nº 15 de 'L'instant és tot', d'Àngel Carbonell<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSqqVsz35vVB8wvriTIx-r_2jrGOhFNCcOyP5fpg6ctEAXc3orVTzRqz14TTwRsChQO1gXJMJaEP7zISoJ323JhQkndECBViv8DFWGwUmk6633hgi0BlLZajhltOX089c7NwpIo_LzLPznvyb2SYxlrvX_JJTJSiQhEeoiC3N05xwWPiAObpXx_Irr4L0T/s1350/Factotum_Rule,%20peterdepotter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSqqVsz35vVB8wvriTIx-r_2jrGOhFNCcOyP5fpg6ctEAXc3orVTzRqz14TTwRsChQO1gXJMJaEP7zISoJ323JhQkndECBViv8DFWGwUmk6633hgi0BlLZajhltOX089c7NwpIo_LzLPznvyb2SYxlrvX_JJTJSiQhEeoiC3N05xwWPiAObpXx_Irr4L0T/s320/Factotum_Rule,%20peterdepotter.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Fotografia de Peter De Potter</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">pit jove ample<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">un somni de bellesa<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">a prop dels núvols<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">un fi estilet de vidre<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">de sobte tot l'esquerda</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p>
</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-88699319462122928232023-11-24T05:43:00.000-08:002023-11-24T05:43:31.831-08:00Dos poemes de Sebastià Alzamora<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuKgMktcNlx_nuti_UCDW4x9fcU4Kfbhaytso0s7AEde5VDrSHs7qYNDaq7y_Gbiky9ZIa4api55J08vF3gc8fVApG_UutBsHxZXdhU5vxygXaBktssCTqu2OtE-zj6F8V7lPNzV_rkO95OI_SOKXdksMaFLzoDVRwdkYU_SOKmTVddZ0EUpytdIQSETk/s1000/el%20benestar_sebasti%C3%A0%20alzamora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="755" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuKgMktcNlx_nuti_UCDW4x9fcU4Kfbhaytso0s7AEde5VDrSHs7qYNDaq7y_Gbiky9ZIa4api55J08vF3gc8fVApG_UutBsHxZXdhU5vxygXaBktssCTqu2OtE-zj6F8V7lPNzV_rkO95OI_SOKXdksMaFLzoDVRwdkYU_SOKmTVddZ0EUpytdIQSETk/s320/el%20benestar_sebasti%C3%A0%20alzamora.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Jo, l'invertit de cos i d'ànima,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">que he estat el vici privat d'algun pròcer,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">el caprici dels qui saben parlar</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i un signe del meu temps,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">no he de merèixer un plany quan mori?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">(Serà de nit, dins un local de joc,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">o dins un tren descarrilat,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">o als sidatoris d'algun país pobre</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i llunyà).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Tot i que, per altra banda,</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>mai no es pot descartar un final</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>com en aquelles notes breus de premsa</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>que informen de certs accidents domèstics:</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>el gas, la flama, un moment de descuit</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>i un altre fill de puta se'n va al cel.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>[...]</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>Recordo en Jaume, un vell amic</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>que regentava una botiga al Born</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>(perfums, corbates, roba interior,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>paios urbans de classe mitjana-alta),</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>i com en Jaume va patir una crisi</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>d'identitat perquè, d'ençà que anava</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>amb homes, ja no sabia què pensar</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>de si mateix: hetero o marieta?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>(una tarda d'entre setmana,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>l'emprovador, aconsellant un client</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>sobre la forma de portar un fulard,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>un joc d'insinuacions, i, sense pensar-ho,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>en Jaume era al davant d'una bragueta</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>oberta. I a partir d'aquí,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span>fou com un desfer calça).</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">"Visc una vida feta de fragments</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">de les vides dels altres", i un badall:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">així solia lamentar-se en Jaume.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">[...]</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I en Jaume vinga agenollar-se,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i vinga semen a la cara</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">(diuen que és bo pel cutis),</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I vinga malgastar saliva amb dones,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">només per si de cas,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i el peix tan gran del vespre,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i el peix cruel del dia.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I en Jaume, un dia, va empassar-se el membre</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">d'un seu client mig intel·lectual</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">--la tenia petita, i es va córrer</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">de seguida--, molts fums gastava el tio,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">però després sovint passava a veure'l</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">per la botiga,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i li recomanava llibres,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">li regalava coses,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i en Jaume se sentia afalagat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">[...]</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>El benestar </i>(2003)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p> <p></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-84621634983356641272023-11-16T22:06:00.000-08:002023-11-16T22:06:33.902-08:00La musa dels nois, 164. Versió catalana d'Àngel Carbonell<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNjfTGL-QkMyihXYPMFBx3OhZao_Y-AFyfrSsnMj3C3SRUk_bx5wOqbtUna1mfeZOuS3wZhDTxWFqaMv1ephmnic4kQIOTfDShsXPrwWZ_GK_b6hprDOvwJQBWfPw4z9vE0GegUO3Y4RsZkeaUN8rVPrZGUjba0u-twrTNcj4pUSTPP2G9sS3XqGQ4Nlf6/s1349/Anys%2040_Avel%20de%20Knight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1349" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNjfTGL-QkMyihXYPMFBx3OhZao_Y-AFyfrSsnMj3C3SRUk_bx5wOqbtUna1mfeZOuS3wZhDTxWFqaMv1ephmnic4kQIOTfDShsXPrwWZ_GK_b6hprDOvwJQBWfPw4z9vE0GegUO3Y4RsZkeaUN8rVPrZGUjba0u-twrTNcj4pUSTPP2G9sS3XqGQ4Nlf6/s320/Anys%2040_Avel%20de%20Knight.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">dibuix d'Avel de Knight, anys 40</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; page-break-before: always; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><b><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">164, Meleagre de Gàdara</span></b></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">És ben dolç mesclar amb el vi pur el suau licor de les abelles,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> i és dolç estimar un noi,
quan un mateix és bell,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">tal com estima Alexis a Cleòbul, de fina cabellera,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> dolços, pels mortals, com
el vi de mel de Cipris.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i>Ἡδὺ μὲν ἀκρήτῳ κεράσαι γλυκὺ νᾶμα μελισσῶν</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i> ἡδὺ δὲ παιδοφιλεῖν καὐτὸν
ἐόντα καλόν,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i>οἷα τὸν ἁβροκόμην στέργει Κλεόβουλον Ἄλεξις,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i> ὄντως τὸ θνατὸν Κύπριδος
οἰνόμελι.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2qokixlEMkHNIDLK41J2MFezA5gXfJNrSXzrpqXC1cRy1lUEpDyKl9Tb-0TdwXnjZvPaVarwTG_pN7wTuebPnXGH-vpZdeVtE2vjZZdnEBFfZnnIHm2ISgZuuqnCDNYQruZzu4BCPUCQPSak0BkgVoCWVfZf2Slz76UxTPsgTng3cGlZ31pKAxl-9Xr1/s1788/Portada.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1196" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2qokixlEMkHNIDLK41J2MFezA5gXfJNrSXzrpqXC1cRy1lUEpDyKl9Tb-0TdwXnjZvPaVarwTG_pN7wTuebPnXGH-vpZdeVtE2vjZZdnEBFfZnnIHm2ISgZuuqnCDNYQruZzu4BCPUCQPSak0BkgVoCWVfZf2Slz76UxTPsgTng3cGlZ31pKAxl-9Xr1/s320/Portada.png" width="214" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><i>El podeu trobar a <a href="https://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/musa-dels-nois-dangel-carbonell/">L'Art de la Memòria Edicions</a>, també en format <a href="https://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/ebook-epub-musa-dels-nois/">digital</a></i></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p>
</p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-17258175548628079732023-11-11T03:49:00.005-08:002023-11-11T03:49:36.602-08:00Dos poemes de Manuel Forcano<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL65U5dQcpeGrPeiswRGBtqmpt6yMoVJCDGOh5UlISRAbFOI4ZF_K6ltGhmmVGaTqyl_B1rhP_wnGT3ltiTc4pUPcCqUvrOpGkhBiI-k8IlQHuL4N07RPCFFft5iGqvKbchpBUGRyf-LIY1sdcPhWPkxde0-8NpIUiRkLicnNJ5BI-AakIa0YKwLvoPDZI/s1130/forcano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="850" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL65U5dQcpeGrPeiswRGBtqmpt6yMoVJCDGOh5UlISRAbFOI4ZF_K6ltGhmmVGaTqyl_B1rhP_wnGT3ltiTc4pUPcCqUvrOpGkhBiI-k8IlQHuL4N07RPCFFft5iGqvKbchpBUGRyf-LIY1sdcPhWPkxde0-8NpIUiRkLicnNJ5BI-AakIa0YKwLvoPDZI/s320/forcano.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">LLENGÜES</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">No parlàvem la mateixa llengua,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">qüestió d'accent o dialecte,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">però ens dèiem paraules l'un a l'altre</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">com un pintor pobla d'ocells</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">el cel d'un quadre.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Mentre a xarrups preníem te</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">i a la ràdio sonava l'Um Kulzum,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">ens explicàvem la canícula del dia,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">l'espera impacient de trobar-nos,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">les llums de colors i la música</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">a les barques sobre el Nil,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">l'olor al basar de les guaiabes,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">dels dàtils rojos, l'infern de la nit</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">quan cadascú tornés a casa.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Hi havia gent que et saludava</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">i em presentaves, i jo responia</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">amb una fórmula educada,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">el gest de la mà al pit,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">i tornàvem a l'univers tranquil</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">d'acceptar tot el que no podíem expressar,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">de somriure'ns entre els mots</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">que no enteníem.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Que inútils les llengües:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">el desig ho sap dir tot.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">MONOFISISME</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Va ser a Shubra, un barri brut</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">i escrostonat del Caire. Casa teva</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">era petita, dues habitacions:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">la cuina d'olor d'espècies,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">i el catre d'olor teva.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Aquell vespre volies mostrar-me</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">els llibres coptes,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">el retrat del vell patriarca sobre el llit,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">i explicar-me el misteri del monofisisme:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">si Crist tenia una única naturalesa, o dues.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Les nostres, però, es van encendre de desig</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">en un foc que no consum</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">com la bardissa ardent del Sinaí.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">A la llum d'un únic fluorescent</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">vam contradir la regla dels pares del desert:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">"Que cap home no agafi la mà del seu company</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">ni res més d'ell". I entre els llençols</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">els llibres que deien <i>monofisisme</i>:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">dues naturaleses, l'una fosa dins l'altra.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Que humil i exuberant alhora</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">pot arribar a ser el Paradís:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">en aquella cambra estreta</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">les ales esteses de tants àngels.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I xiuxiuejàvem com si fóssim davant les icones</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">i pregàvem que el temps,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">que és del dimoni --vas dir--</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">no consumís </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">aquella nit.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> A trenc d'alba</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span>et vaig deixar dormint.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><i>Estàtues sense cap </i>(2013)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-64287452440788415842023-11-05T09:59:00.006-08:002023-11-05T09:59:59.932-08:00'El déu s'envola', tanka nº 14 de 'L'instant és tot', d'Àngel Carbonell<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1268" data-original-width="951" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4NseZX4AHJEDPUa9Adgp24C8o-8pjfWFt2yezYfsf82L7QvwzyMkS9M9Q7s9T8_NZ7-rbt5akflqa59btbgwbnPiuByX5hGueGCsKpiNlrzIaNrM9T2rG-YZ5MFh2xD51eidbANYZNttVBU5u6j65fugTmYulhiDZtxfKuXXnib5oRFMIGPJRiF9AG8NE/s320/%C3%80ngel,%20david%20lachapelle.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">Fotografia de David LaChapelle</span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4NseZX4AHJEDPUa9Adgp24C8o-8pjfWFt2yezYfsf82L7QvwzyMkS9M9Q7s9T8_NZ7-rbt5akflqa59btbgwbnPiuByX5hGueGCsKpiNlrzIaNrM9T2rG-YZ5MFh2xD51eidbANYZNttVBU5u6j65fugTmYulhiDZtxfKuXXnib5oRFMIGPJRiF9AG8NE/s1268/%C3%80ngel,%20david%20lachapelle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"></span></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">el déu s'envola<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">tempesta de puresa<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">que s'esllavissa<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">la vall tota tremola<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">els genolls es dobleguen<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="CA"><span style="font-family: georgia; 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<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-26113138935641044702023-10-27T14:23:00.004-07:002023-10-27T14:23:49.198-07:00Un poema de Consol Martínez Bella<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikC_6gT-Cfg_q15I6lgPjd86dK9erbgDV6IsanIYaxEW2CKlybWcfkhN4PVe5-dwmS_MbV6hk8fe6I4E9AjdD2UF4wAMzWV4VXIp5hcFI_qen3ciwGQ6AGTazw5PJpJ4YCaevQWTdwwTX84syDWfKxEi7qSork2WGCu5MOAYfGk9H-zQPUdb79YriNUCD2/s1024/Utroba%20cave,%20Bulg__ria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikC_6gT-Cfg_q15I6lgPjd86dK9erbgDV6IsanIYaxEW2CKlybWcfkhN4PVe5-dwmS_MbV6hk8fe6I4E9AjdD2UF4wAMzWV4VXIp5hcFI_qen3ciwGQ6AGTazw5PJpJ4YCaevQWTdwwTX84syDWfKxEi7qSork2WGCu5MOAYfGk9H-zQPUdb79YriNUCD2/s320/Utroba%20cave,%20Bulg__ria.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;">Cova d'Utroba, Bulgària</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Hi ha un triangle d'humitats perdudes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">que em fa ganyotes des del cim dels astres.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">He estat temptada de defugir-lo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">però els llavis incrustats de salnitre</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i el flux de les ones que imagine</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">m'han aturat l'escapada.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">La silueta d'un cos</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">m'ha baratat la por del desig,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i m'esclata el pànic en les parpelles.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Hi ha un triangle d'humitats salades,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">un bosc d'acàcies en el ventre nocturn</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i un batec cruel de recança.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Hi ha quilòmetres de plaer</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">que no m'atrevesc a pensar,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">i dies de símbols i distàncies</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">que s'han perdut a força de pors.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Hi ha un triangle d'humitats sensuals</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">que té un vèrtex trencat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I un laberint de somnis</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">que té teranyines de sucre.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>Interludi </i>(2003)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p> </p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-18288698999032953392023-10-20T12:11:00.003-07:002023-10-20T12:11:17.585-07:00La musa dels nois, 163. Versió catalana d'Àngel Carbonell<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-_L0HYkZZ8TKDJOk7-3eYEam4OeA_Z2XKEaghJPH73nH5ekBILGqB2EvDoBzf7H4g4A8KgE0tlfDjx1YKTOokL-mVIKonqdvrLimFC6k_gteBN2pmw3EnibM6emNs7lCTu8Hx9GzEDbqFEapmGjAo9gH1PCSAXY6ZoGcQnGBrbY7UiKIKvStEVSGc8bN/s1000/Andy%20Warhol,%201982.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-_L0HYkZZ8TKDJOk7-3eYEam4OeA_Z2XKEaghJPH73nH5ekBILGqB2EvDoBzf7H4g4A8KgE0tlfDjx1YKTOokL-mVIKonqdvrLimFC6k_gteBN2pmw3EnibM6emNs7lCTu8Hx9GzEDbqFEapmGjAo9gH1PCSAXY6ZoGcQnGBrbY7UiKIKvStEVSGc8bN/s320/Andy%20Warhol,%201982.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Andy Warhol, 1982</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; page-break-before: always; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">163, Asclepíades</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Eros ha aconseguit barrejar el bell amb el bell, no la maragda</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> amb l’or, que no brilla
tant ni podria comparar-s’hi,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">ni tampoc l’ivori amb el banús, blanc i negre, però sí Cleandre</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> amb Eubíot, veritables
flors d’encant i d’amor.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i>Εὗρεν Ἔρως τί καλῷ μίξαι καλόν, οὐχὶ μάραγδον</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i> χρυσῷ, ὃ μήτ᾽ ἀνθεῖ μήτε
γένοιτ᾽ ἐν ἴσῳ,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i>οὐδ᾽ ἐλέφαντ᾽ ἐβένῳ, λευκῷ μέλαν, ἀλλὰ Κλέανδρον</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i> Εὐβιότῳ, πειθοῦς ἄνθεα καὶ
φιλίης.</i></span></span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMg6CWAwq4rk9iADdO03Vx5Oo4NTF4oNm0WeA71yU4OogCV0Bs9JrGQp-UJFCH-75dnA2GcGdK_ew20wOxqTfHcZveF01WunW-eaIE6LBJr98pVTVS7AEv0VbZFUQxYMJp_pvYI47kfRtwrKU_j2E7GcBFEI64UFj_4njy4yUkG4l-kp93BffRDJEGBL75/s1788/Portada.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1196" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMg6CWAwq4rk9iADdO03Vx5Oo4NTF4oNm0WeA71yU4OogCV0Bs9JrGQp-UJFCH-75dnA2GcGdK_ew20wOxqTfHcZveF01WunW-eaIE6LBJr98pVTVS7AEv0VbZFUQxYMJp_pvYI47kfRtwrKU_j2E7GcBFEI64UFj_4njy4yUkG4l-kp93BffRDJEGBL75/s320/Portada.png" width="214" /></a></div><br /><p>El podeu trobar a <a href="https://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/musa-dels-nois-dangel-carbonell/">L'Art de la Memòria Edicions</a>, també <a href="https://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/ebook-epub-musa-dels-nois/">en format digital</a>.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-6713114614663217362023-10-11T12:41:00.000-07:002023-10-11T12:41:01.025-07:00Tres poemes d'Encarna Sant-Celoni<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4JeDtLGNmXCbhqygFVvOyGFHrFu7n8T4I0_csPSAH2e-egC3x2M6rSlpWyyYjNVEWQT17Q59G0h_9-yx83zGqwAjtukZKU4ej61Km7Q2lfNvD-0mjyf6604qMLyYgXM8dirjVE9X-vwp0-vqxU_RZGolnbKlISfSiGMM8Yr0kdctEaf_oTYjUh33uHqO/s1000/Encarna%20Sant-Celoni.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="708" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4JeDtLGNmXCbhqygFVvOyGFHrFu7n8T4I0_csPSAH2e-egC3x2M6rSlpWyyYjNVEWQT17Q59G0h_9-yx83zGqwAjtukZKU4ej61Km7Q2lfNvD-0mjyf6604qMLyYgXM8dirjVE9X-vwp0-vqxU_RZGolnbKlISfSiGMM8Yr0kdctEaf_oTYjUh33uHqO/s320/Encarna%20Sant-Celoni.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">BRESSOLEIG</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Em bressole en els teus llavis</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">remarcant-los dins l'aquarel·la del visatge</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i em transporte enmig dels jardins,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">sota aquelles arcades de la moreria,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">veient com els cabells</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">s'escorrien per la teua pell de nina</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">empresonant-te la cara.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Esbiaixe la fruita vermella</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">fent-se'm tèbia la boca</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i torne a besar ta mel d'abella</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">cremant-me tendrament les portelles de les dents;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">com l'aleteig d'una papallona:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">obrint-se,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">tancant-se</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">una i altra vegada,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">fins a la darrera estona del desig.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">M'aporega que aquella nit de metamorfosi de seda</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">se'n fuja, frèjola, amb la curtor d'un poema,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">però sent encara, ben a prop,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">la teua carn brostant de plaer</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i m'ensabone amb la joia de veure el teu somriure.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Eròtiques i despentides </i>(col·lectiu, 2008)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">GÈMINIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Com dos bessons a l'inrevés,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">la teua ànima i la mia:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">quan l'una mira, l'altra veu;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">quan l'una seu, l'altra camina.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Sediments d'albaïna i maregassa </i>(2002)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">SIMBIOSI</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Frec a frec,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">te m'inclous i te'm desclous.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Mos a mos,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">esdevinc trau i sivella.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Sediments d'albaïna i maregassa </i>(2002)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p> <p></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-73666723270088602492023-10-06T07:51:00.002-07:002023-10-06T07:54:38.706-07:00'Migjorn', tanka nº 10 de 'L'instant és tot', d'Àngel Carbonell<p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggzCYeDbE0G-fidO6MhuHYPtKqFUkVPiMUmh5FZfcK2cZQri_5p2Y75MW7hbWVwRMN5w6GezziQ5sFyC9xADDphE34-4oS_7A-0TwqWn17u30l6ZAA0LhlaAgolc7o7_Yd8RMh-nb53xQVjFpfnZSRptgbsrzx6uPh1rrPRROx0aO-3ZKD_MFnm0pJtdLd/s1291/by%20antonino%20cafiero.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1291" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggzCYeDbE0G-fidO6MhuHYPtKqFUkVPiMUmh5FZfcK2cZQri_5p2Y75MW7hbWVwRMN5w6GezziQ5sFyC9xADDphE34-4oS_7A-0TwqWn17u30l6ZAA0LhlaAgolc7o7_Yd8RMh-nb53xQVjFpfnZSRptgbsrzx6uPh1rrPRROx0aO-3ZKD_MFnm0pJtdLd/s320/by%20antonino%20cafiero.jpg" width="268" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Fotografia d'Antonino Cafiero</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" lang="CA" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">migjorn un faune<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" lang="CA" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">el flabiol a la vora<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" lang="CA" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">del camp al marge<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" lang="CA" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">a l'ombra d'una alzina<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" lang="CA" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">reposa de les nimfes</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" lang="CA" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" lang="CA" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial","sans-serif"" lang="CA" style="mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-29396241298224502382023-09-29T09:51:00.000-07:002023-09-29T09:51:01.509-07:00Quatre poemes de Maria Mercè Marçal<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Uj13xJd49RxygebNwzZx_ek7GhPXORyt4BgUWgPdx6lbXKxxMCJN31EcD6hPSyFEuVW1iRvXqFOaeiKZ4DexQCCu3ttqJ18lZpKdjv_Z-FGxc7pksX7gghiC-sxWAPPvQikXUxRO-r8WSy9zJMwBfGaR_3FTLrc6CmkFgY-mwm7Ctel1EKxWOenwVwK5/s1519/llengua%20abolida_maria%20merc%C3%A8%20mar%C3%A7al.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1519" data-original-width="1072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Uj13xJd49RxygebNwzZx_ek7GhPXORyt4BgUWgPdx6lbXKxxMCJN31EcD6hPSyFEuVW1iRvXqFOaeiKZ4DexQCCu3ttqJ18lZpKdjv_Z-FGxc7pksX7gghiC-sxWAPPvQikXUxRO-r8WSy9zJMwBfGaR_3FTLrc6CmkFgY-mwm7Ctel1EKxWOenwVwK5/s320/llengua%20abolida_maria%20merc%C3%A8%20mar%C3%A7al.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">XIX</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Saps? M'agrada el teu cap i m'agrada el teu cul</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">-dues meitats bessones desparionades-.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">La meva llengua com un caragol silent</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">ressegueix, lent, tot l'arbre, de l'arrel a la copa.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Amb l'amor a l'esquena, com una casa closa,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">i un bri d'esglai al cap de les antenes, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">m'emparro per l'escorça i estimo cada grop,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">cada fulla, i el corc que adesiara hi plora.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Saps? M'agrada el teu cul i m'agrada el teu cap.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Un camí-laberint de saliva brillant</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">lliga els racons que el sol amb tall segur destria.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">El paisatge divers de la bola del món</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">és el teu cos, avui, ofert, com un deliri</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">de terra, al meu deler de boca viatgera.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>Sal oberta </i>(1982)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Dolor de ser tan diferent de tu.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Dolor d'una semblança sense termes...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Dolor de ser i no ser tu: desig.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">¿On trobar-nos, enllà d'aquest espai</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">marcat, sota el segell</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">reial de l'esparver,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">on d'entrada, per viure,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">ens hem traït?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Refer</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span>el vell pacte de sang</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> trencat</span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span>saber</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span>on ets tu, on soc jo.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span>Qui ho sap... nosaltres...</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span>I un altre nom, si us plau, per a l'amor.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span>Aquest amor, difícil</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span>repte de les fronteres</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span>que el glaç petrificava:</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span>contraban de llum.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>Desglaç </i>(1997)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkKUvPUSGIm5px0iQtIlVNKpYDjQqDuMu7VkC-UDwYpqQ4DPdXcVB64ExrRAFjrtpyhA2evlPWGTpw8TWzVnNE1XfsCKT2HUiL5kykHYUjhW-a19LWGI4CsTU3LNXNYGb8oEnK8UVa_Qq6zoQ46gykIKD69D3B_9K2rkH89JcZ9hKjJGBen1Uosqbivqi/s1231/24401500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1231" data-original-width="781" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkKUvPUSGIm5px0iQtIlVNKpYDjQqDuMu7VkC-UDwYpqQ4DPdXcVB64ExrRAFjrtpyhA2evlPWGTpw8TWzVnNE1XfsCKT2HUiL5kykHYUjhW-a19LWGI4CsTU3LNXNYGb8oEnK8UVa_Qq6zoQ46gykIKD69D3B_9K2rkH89JcZ9hKjJGBen1Uosqbivqi/s320/24401500.jpg" width="203" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span><p></p> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-31177300063541423352023-09-22T08:45:00.000-07:002023-09-22T08:45:01.214-07:00La musa dels nois, 162. Versió catalana d'Àngel Carbonell<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_kNMeOGxYDs6PFwipiCFm0MRgptucwmQs6SSWuyJ_1qWl50CFLpDX3Cn1YqE9r5IDXLZu-LZ1oRUXtj-1-DQUoRnq6XqArk1ka8j52VPp6CdUu8ifWJhXZGfsgufA65puHRy73fd6yIXSvL0q7pVfIXaAaLZeLg0bFxZSlBvsdQbmR84yJtRwY1ky3yho/s1024/Venedora%20d'amorets,%20fresc%20rom%C3%A0%20de%20la%20Villa%20Arianna,%20Est%C3%A0bia,%20Museu%20Arqueol%C3%B2gic%20Nacional%20de%20N%C3%A0pols.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="1024" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_kNMeOGxYDs6PFwipiCFm0MRgptucwmQs6SSWuyJ_1qWl50CFLpDX3Cn1YqE9r5IDXLZu-LZ1oRUXtj-1-DQUoRnq6XqArk1ka8j52VPp6CdUu8ifWJhXZGfsgufA65puHRy73fd6yIXSvL0q7pVfIXaAaLZeLg0bFxZSlBvsdQbmR84yJtRwY1ky3yho/s320/Venedora%20d'amorets,%20fresc%20rom%C3%A0%20de%20la%20Villa%20Arianna,%20Est%C3%A0bia,%20Museu%20Arqueol%C3%B2gic%20Nacional%20de%20N%C3%A0pols.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><i>Venedora d'amorets</i>, fresc romà de la Vil·la Arianna, <br />Estàbia, Museu Arqueològic Nacional de Nàpols</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; page-break-before: always; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b>162, Asclepíades de Samos</b></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Sense l’arc encara i gens salvatge, tot just un caganiu</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>que corre i gira al
voltant de Cipris, el meu estimat Eros,</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">amb una tauleta d’or, va injectant a l’esperit de Diïl·los</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>aquells filtres d’amor
adreçats a Antígenes per Filòcrates.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Οὔπω τοξοφορῶν οὐδ᾽ ἄγριος ἀλλὰ νεογνὸς</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>οὑμὸς Ἔρως παρὰ τὴν Κύπριν
ὑποστρέφεται</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">δέλτον ἔχων χρυσέην· τὰ Φιλοκράτεος δὲ Διύλλου</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 9.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="CA" style="color: black; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>τραυλίζει ψυχῇ φίλτρα κατ᾽
Ἀντιγένους.</span></span></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGK-CMLaztsrml1dqJqZc4qaQEJ6Q6Ci6Ux5W0BNK7oZbzcHMvvZjAkujv23EJoyg8NZ7_n4EsfSllkGqt2sVt9AcPO1qMmxrO-coBP5bmv3n-mmpON0jwoLB39OZHuI9RhkdTYGRbcNeTM7PxlGr_U0XmiPxLUaKyU5njxkiQswMgVmWHZW6RkgqmchO/s1788/Portada.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1196" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGK-CMLaztsrml1dqJqZc4qaQEJ6Q6Ci6Ux5W0BNK7oZbzcHMvvZjAkujv23EJoyg8NZ7_n4EsfSllkGqt2sVt9AcPO1qMmxrO-coBP5bmv3n-mmpON0jwoLB39OZHuI9RhkdTYGRbcNeTM7PxlGr_U0XmiPxLUaKyU5njxkiQswMgVmWHZW6RkgqmchO/s320/Portada.png" width="214" /></a></div><br /><p>Els podeu trobar a <a href="http://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/musa-dels-nois-dangel-carbonell/">L'Art de la Memòria Edicions</a>, també en format <a href="http://lartdelamemoriaedicions.com/producte/ebook-epub-musa-dels-nois/">ebook</a>.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-31417219248429357802023-09-15T11:58:00.000-07:002023-09-15T11:58:01.928-07:00Tres poemes de Jaume Creus<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizc_i2yqMpnIuUL-b9BGZIjfm4zGWjqUNPq7l9cV0iVb6MrLXX86QfucnfGQav0lUZbSHM2rzFXcH2O17BVxprK4fkOjpnK5dLjRt-IwPFhW5jNnNZj9TY7wTHvEgkNH0ZnBUJxS0Nj-5cklcjjpyL3GS-DusMq0IyHvCKV3P388KBZ5_NPrYn64WYiWhi/s1519/eros%20d'encesa%20fletxa_jaume%20creus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1519" data-original-width="1072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizc_i2yqMpnIuUL-b9BGZIjfm4zGWjqUNPq7l9cV0iVb6MrLXX86QfucnfGQav0lUZbSHM2rzFXcH2O17BVxprK4fkOjpnK5dLjRt-IwPFhW5jNnNZj9TY7wTHvEgkNH0ZnBUJxS0Nj-5cklcjjpyL3GS-DusMq0IyHvCKV3P388KBZ5_NPrYn64WYiWhi/s320/eros%20d'encesa%20fletxa_jaume%20creus.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">ORACIONS TARDANES</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Aquesta acollidora nit de rimes,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">la meva boca t'ha exaltat, fervent,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">molt per damunt del que gosaves dir.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">T'he fet desaparèixer el pes del mig;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">per uns moments t'has vist privat de títol,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">tot i sentir-te més armat que mai.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">El gran instant ha estat quan imitaves</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">la tibantor de l'arc abans del tir.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Jo he devorat, com un vulgar Saturn,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">la brava onada dels teus nobles fills,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i hauria començat de nou el ritual;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">en canvi, tu, matrona protectora,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">has preferit donar a la llum del dia</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">algun espècimen del teu miratge</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i cancel·lar, ja abans de perdurar,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">aquest desdit record que et vincla els ulls:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">m'has fet jurar que no s'ha produït</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">aquest triomf reial del meu plaer.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">TRANSFERÈNCIA</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">De sobte em ve l'impuls -diguem desig-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">de fer-te fotos tal com vas, mig nu,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">quan se't destaca el fris de la musculatura.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Fer meu per un instant voldria jo aquest acte</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">de la teva compacta vida corporal,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">analitzar els detalls d'aquesta força</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">que la sang blava ha posat en escena</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i traspassar-te el subtil embolcall</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">que vesteix aquest feix on treballen les fibres.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Ficar-me vull en el flux que genera</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">el teu sistema linfàtic potent,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">així podré -transformat en semença-</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">retrobar en l'exercici tenaç del meu ventre</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">la teva muda i immòbil presència,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">la teva plana figura d'atleta.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">VOCACIONS ADOLESCENTS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Aquesta tarda tu i jo ens hem masturbat.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Volíem -això dèiem- trobar-hi un nou plaer</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i tanmateix ens hem equivocat:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">tu no l'has aconseguit</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">i, sincer, ho has confessat;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">però ho hauria repetit sens dubte.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Tu corrents has fugit a ca la puta</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">per treure't el mal gust,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">aquest record: la meva pell per tu tan aspra.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">En canvi, jo, quan m'he trobat tot sol,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">he procurat gravar-me al pensament</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">el tacte càlid de la teva pell per mi tan fina.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559282306048857382.post-75398917058044796272023-09-08T00:16:00.003-07:002023-09-08T00:16:24.579-07:00'L'excursionista', tanka nº 9 de 'L'instant és tot', d'Àngel Carbonell<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpCT0yyhvBj4BKRQgnvJ-LjknEP3X7vmZQfqCxqZE0DGSZ7L4COrBMhCzj8y7EBFDA0qJ-epD2jdptKMCXjSdO0Vk_oJsshncuLOCAFaI8Ql0lbVSvdHjnSNqc1pDngzEbX7Gj9kOW1gmrQSt7HB1GyUozq6tMvYfc5H2IWuHsFJRrTKFkOFtU1CofgQf/s1080/Sense%20t%C3%ADtol,%20Ren%20Hang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="723" data-original-width="1080" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpCT0yyhvBj4BKRQgnvJ-LjknEP3X7vmZQfqCxqZE0DGSZ7L4COrBMhCzj8y7EBFDA0qJ-epD2jdptKMCXjSdO0Vk_oJsshncuLOCAFaI8Ql0lbVSvdHjnSNqc1pDngzEbX7Gj9kOW1gmrQSt7HB1GyUozq6tMvYfc5H2IWuHsFJRrTKFkOFtU1CofgQf/s320/Sense%20t%C3%ADtol,%20Ren%20Hang.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>Sense títol, </i>de Ren Hang</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">l’excursionista</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">els ulls fits a la pica</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">marxa guerrera</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">prats flors isards marmotes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">es van quedant als marges</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Àngel Carbonellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03490974600757578234noreply@blogger.com0