tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-226144592012-01-31T19:35:53.618+01:00Vivint en la foscor i morint en la llum, entreveient en els raigs de mort un bri de bellesa. Signem un epitafi a les ombres perdudes en la llum. Creem un punt de trobada, on cercar allò que a tots ens ha perdut, trobem-nos.David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.comBlogger3451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-2587647913291508582012-01-05T22:49:00.002+01:002012-01-06T00:33:55.903+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Catarsi</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">He vist al sol aclucar els ulls</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">enlluernat pels teus cabells</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">just quan el vent es deturava</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">en acaronar-lo els teus llavis.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I de genolls,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">he vist a la mar emmudir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">per així escoltar la teva veu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">just quan la terra sospirava</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">sota la gràcia dels teus peus.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I de genolls,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">la catarsi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-258764791329150858?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-54900193217809132532012-01-05T19:23:00.001+01:002012-01-05T20:44:50.267+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>La culpa</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Els nostres avis van morir per una terra estèril i miserable</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">que els seus nets hem venut per putes i camells.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I ara, des de l'agonia de la sífilis,&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">a tots ells senyalem.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hipòcrites.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5490019321780913253?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-5716662964467631972011-11-03T21:22:00.003+01:002011-11-04T19:39:34.801+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sota la pluja</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sota la pluja ens besem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i mentre al voltant tot s'entela</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">en cent mil i una gotes ens reflexem.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Bocins d'amor que se'ns cauen als peus.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-571666296446763197?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-21383295278101789672011-10-23T17:49:00.000+02:002011-10-23T17:49:40.337+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Els teus silencis</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Perquè empres la llengua&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">com si fossin les teves mans</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">són silencis agredolços els teus.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Callada m'agrades més.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Conversant amb les mans t'amagues</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sota llençols plens de paraules</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i sentiments en cursiva.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Amagada m'agrades més.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I entre els teus silencis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">tanco els ulls i em deixo fer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">perquè m'arrosseguin el teus verbs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Conjugada m'agrades més.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-2138329527810178967?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-64444940232401751882011-10-04T00:53:00.000+02:002011-10-04T00:53:09.512+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Trastorns alimentaris</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Per culpa d'una nit d'excessos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">se m'han regirat els sentiments.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ja noto com em puja el vòmit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sobre el bassalt, cargolat,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">em menjo tot alló que sento.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Però tard o d'hora, de nou ho treuré.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-6444494023240175188?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-77489691358267387412011-09-22T01:13:00.003+02:002011-10-02T14:38:36.698+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Pors infantils</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Cada nit,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">en anar a dormir,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;mirava a sota el llit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Però el monstre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">s'hi amagava a dins.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ara ell em busca a mi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7748969135826738741?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-79366022949376457142011-09-18T21:13:00.000+02:002011-09-18T21:13:22.441+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ventafocs 2011</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">La ventafocs d'avui</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">no perd la sabateta,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">perd les calces.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I el príncep,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">un grapat n'acumula.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7936602294937645714?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-80401099193925933482011-09-17T15:07:00.002+02:002011-09-17T15:13:18.414+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>La Vida</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">La vida és un cotxe sense frens</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">que conduïm drogats</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">muntanya avall.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Per això el copilot</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sempre ens acaba saltant.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-8040109919392593348?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-90080465654044771472011-07-29T15:20:00.000+02:002011-07-29T15:20:37.176+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>El boig</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sovint,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">el veuen parlar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">amb bones persones.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tot sol.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I semblava d'allò més normal.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-9008046565404477147?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-8053563790066327672011-07-28T00:25:00.000+02:002011-07-28T00:25:13.381+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>El despertador</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Malgrat mai el poses,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">quan comences a somiar,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sona el despertador.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I sempre a destemps.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-805356379006632767?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-10002243844960688762011-07-27T01:11:00.002+02:002011-07-27T01:14:45.995+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Aracnofòbia</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A la foscor,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">els vuit ulls et vigilen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">o &nbsp;o</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">oo</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">oooo</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I quan dorms,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">per la gola s'endinsen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ous et deixen.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-1000224384496068876?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-85029665049872659182011-07-26T22:34:00.001+02:002011-07-27T01:15:20.420+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Orgasme verbal</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Em masturbo verbalment</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">si cada vers que vesso per tu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">és un esquitx de sentiment.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I sobre les pàgines en blanc</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">l'orgasme esdevé brutal.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">O què esperaves ?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-8502966504987265918?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-54219585738041958072011-07-26T22:24:00.001+02:002011-07-28T00:26:09.643+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Còdols</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Com uns còdols</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">arrossegats riu avall</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">polim les nostres arestes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I de tan polir-nos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ens quedem en res.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5421958573804195807?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-61531798926524836822011-07-22T16:41:00.003+02:002011-07-22T16:42:31.718+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Arnes</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">No provo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Agafo la perxa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i em deso a l'armari.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Arnes a l'interior.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-6153179892652483682?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-42254481472182925032011-07-22T16:24:00.000+02:002011-07-22T16:24:06.543+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Els llibres</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He escrit mil i un llibres</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i tots han cremat igual de bé.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">La perfecció és l'art</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">de ser eternament imperfecte.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-4225448147218292503?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-52066248349928042402011-07-16T13:10:00.000+02:002011-07-16T13:10:11.435+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Incest sentimental</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Per practicar l'incest amb els meus sentiments,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">neixen deformes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Executar-los&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">és un acte de pietat.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5206624834992804240?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-75396400106900607152011-07-01T15:33:00.001+02:002011-07-01T15:36:34.960+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>El gos abandonat</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Després de quatre anys</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">l'amo el va abandonar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Al principi el va esperar,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">rera la porta, com sempre.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Però l'amo no tornava.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Els veïns s'hi acostaven</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">jugaven amb ell i marxaven.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Però l'amo no tornava.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">El gos ja no menjava,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">en un racó sol gemegava</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Però l'amo no tornava.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">El gos no comprenia,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ni bordava ni perseguia.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Però l'amo no tornava.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Al final es va morir,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">de tanta gana i tant oblit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Però l'amo no tornava.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I quan si va tornar,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">-amb el seu nou gos-</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ja ningú l'esperava.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7539640010690060715?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-40671578857722677652011-07-01T14:55:00.000+02:002011-07-01T14:55:21.771+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Dia de matança</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Es mouen els teus llavis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">quan esquarteren el meu cor.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Avui és dia de matança.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-4067157885772267765?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-89518003639178490652011-06-05T21:07:00.002+02:002011-06-05T21:13:21.396+02:00<strong><span style="font-size: 21px;">Converses Diurnes (Part VII)</span></strong><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><strong><span style="font-size: 21px;"><br /></span></strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Què fem aqui ?<br />- Intentar canviar el món.<br />- I per què el volem canviar ?<br />- Perquè no funciona bé i és la nostra responsabilitat.<br />- Tens tota la raó, per això vaig venir d'Uruguay.<br />- Parles un català perfecte, és increïble.<br />- Si, perquè quan et proposes quelcom, si t'hi esforces de veritat, ho aconsegueixes.<br />- No tinc cap dubte que amb persones com tu canviarem aquest món.<br />- Espero que tinguis raó i que quan ho aconseguim ens tornem a trobar tu i jo.<br />- Això espero.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2006/02/converses-diurnes-part-i.html"><br />Converses Diurnes (Part I)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2006/07/converses-diurnes-part-ii.html">Converses Diurnes (Part II)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2008/04/converses-diurnes-part-iii.html">Converses Diurnes (Part III)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2010/08/converses-diurnes-part-iv.html">Converses Diurnes (Part IV)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2010/09/converses-diurnes-part-v.html">Converses Diurnes (Part V)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2010/12/converses-diurnes-part-vi.html">Converses Diurnes (Part VI)</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-8951800363917849065?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-42333301471995173352011-05-08T17:02:00.004+02:002011-05-08T17:05:47.648+02:00<div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Les filles de Baudelaire</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Les trobes obertes als racons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">brollant espuma per la boca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i amb la mirada revenuda.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Les mires fastiguejat,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">però t'hi quedes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Són les cinc de la matinada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">quan la carronya és a taula</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i les hienes et somriuen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Les mires fastiguejat,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">però t'hi uneixes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-4233330147199517335?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-91329869529357804062011-05-08T16:32:00.002+02:002011-05-08T17:05:01.349+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>El lament de la vida</strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Són els morts els que callen<br />i els vius els que gemeguen.<br /><br />I entre els laments, el silenci. </span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-9132986952935780406?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-6910021561276747242011-04-10T02:13:00.000+02:002011-04-10T02:13:42.879+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Revelacions</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tot allò que puguis perdre ho perdràs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tot és redueix al quan.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">II</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tot allò que hagis perdut ho buscaràs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tot és redueix al on.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">III</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tot allò que puguis buscar ho trobaràs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tot és redueix al com.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-691002156127674724?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-83063433113485803032011-03-27T19:32:00.004+02:002011-03-27T19:38:47.838+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Pol·len</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Desperto sota el caliu del sol</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">perquè dormo sobre els teus llavis.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Es descobreixen les flors</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">per saludar el pas dels teus ulls.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">D'afinar el cant els rossinyols</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">onegen els teus cabells.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Amb espurnes de petons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">et traço les constel·lacions</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Pels racons del teu coll</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">s'amaguen els meus somnis.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">És la teva sàliva&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">el lubricant dels estels</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i la teva boca&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">el motor de l'univers.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Perquè em somrius</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">se m'avancen els rellotges.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Per ser de pol·len el teu temps</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">s'irriten els meus ulls.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-8306343311348580303?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-82016713956254100042011-03-10T22:59:00.001+01:002011-03-14T20:34:55.298+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>El gos</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Veig un pal a la gespa,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">l'agafo i el llenço.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Amb les dents l'entomo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-8201671395625410004?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-7878846433658495782011-02-27T18:05:00.000+01:002011-02-27T18:05:15.282+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ruptura</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sobre la taula el porc trencat</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i el contingut robat.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">En tota ruptura hi ha sempre una víctima</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i un criminal.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-787884643365849578?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-20921264440242173022011-02-25T00:48:00.002+01:002011-02-25T00:54:28.862+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><b>La felicitat</b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">És aquella dona&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">plàcidament dormint</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i encastada contra el llit</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">brutalment sodomitzada.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I exhausta s'adorm,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">amb la darrera embranzida.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-2092126444024217302?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-71693389303823151742011-02-22T01:29:00.004+01:002011-02-24T23:13:24.890+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Mobiliari humà</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A sobre de l'armari pols,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a sota, més pols.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Què n'esperaves de l'interior ?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>II</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Per fabricar-los per peces</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">et garanteixen l'encaix.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ikea està de moda.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>III</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Piles de llibres i de películes&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">cobrint les prestatgeries.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Què n'esperaves de les parets ?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7169338930382315174?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-39970724698157991162011-02-20T13:45:00.000+01:002011-02-20T13:45:00.938+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ja són les dues</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sóc el rellotge de sol</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">on et passen les hores</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">els matins de ressaca.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I ja són les dues.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-3997072469815799116?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-45981463498193070112011-02-20T13:28:00.001+01:002011-02-20T13:51:46.760+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sobre els teus ulls blaus</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Es vessa el diumenge</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sobre els teus ulls blaus.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I amb els dits, l'empaito.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-4598146349819307011?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-71487425887343603362011-02-13T19:59:00.000+01:002011-02-13T19:59:42.530+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Cafè de diumenge</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tu prens cafè,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">jo el teu somriure,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">les tardes de diumenge.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I els dos restem més desperts.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7148742588734360336?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-16778887589303049742011-02-13T12:15:00.000+01:002011-02-13T12:15:10.564+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Túnel de rentat</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He rentat els teus ulls</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">amb la meva saliva</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i els he esbandit</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">amb llàgrimes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Perquè tenies la mirada bruta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i jo la llengua massa llarga.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-1677888758930304974?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-65583824946619477202011-02-01T20:19:00.000+01:002011-02-01T20:19:26.899+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>A prop</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Et sento tan a prop</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">que m'enteles els somnis.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I difuminada sospires.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-6558382494661947720?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-33983759309544498822011-02-01T00:31:00.000+01:002011-02-01T00:31:19.501+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Al cim</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Al&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">cim&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">de la&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">muntanya&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">hi han dues&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">meravelles a guaitar,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">la profunditat dels precipicis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i la rotunda immensitat de les estrelles.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ambdues omplen per igual el cor de l'escalador.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-3398375930954449882?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-72885964165343237972011-01-30T21:40:00.000+01:002011-01-30T21:40:46.194+01:00<div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Fotografies</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Em tallo els ulls amb fotografies</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">velant les mitges veritats.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A la cambra fosca treballa el fotògraf.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7288596416534323797?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-29588595425885280232011-01-30T19:08:00.001+01:002011-01-30T19:09:10.019+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>El somni de les caixes</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He somiat que feia caixes de fusta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i que les apilava en un racó.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Per què caixes ?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He somiat que pintava de marró</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">totes les caixes excepte una.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Per què marrons ?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He somiat que desava un anell</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">en una caixa color rosa.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Per què un anell ?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He despertat entre caixes buides</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i amb la marca d'un anell.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-2958859542588528023?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-75825128881677588242011-01-18T00:13:00.000+01:002011-01-18T00:13:23.056+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>El buit</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Per practicar funambulisme</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sobre els meus sentiments</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">em precipito al buit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I en el buit,&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">floto.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Com una taula</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">que sura i no s'enfonsa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">només pel fet de ser de fusta.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7582512888167758824?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-72112719429230310272011-01-07T15:35:00.000+01:002011-01-07T15:35:11.531+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ebri de tu</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Per estar ebri de tu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">m'he passat les nits</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">vomitant dins el llit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Mai vaig saber dir prou.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7211271942923031027?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-56241278389033122512011-01-06T12:41:00.000+01:002011-01-06T12:41:34.229+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Quina crisi ?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">No us preocupeu,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">avui convido al súper.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5624127838903312251?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-35924372558534713182011-01-03T23:02:00.000+01:002011-01-03T23:02:13.822+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Descon · necta</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>I</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tu i un nan negre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">saltant a ritme de trance.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Això és la felicitat.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>II</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Al cul de l'ampolla</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i sobre l'escuma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">neda un cigne.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>III</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Gira i gira</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">centrifugant</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">allò que diuen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>IV</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Arrenca el cable,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sense la llum</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">no es veu.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-3592437255853471318?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-91943523767580647392011-01-03T20:59:00.000+01:002011-01-03T20:59:33.107+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Qüestió de sort</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Per jugar&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">al joc de l'ampolla</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">em va tocar la més lletja.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Una qüestió de sort</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">em va ensenyar a jugar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">amb les ampolles</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ja buides.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-9194352376758064739?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-27891673266279974552010-12-31T15:00:00.001+01:002010-12-31T15:06:26.610+01:00<strong><span style="font-size: 21px;">Converses Diurnes (Part VI)</span></strong><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><strong><span style="font-size: 21px;"><br /></span></strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Què farem per cap d'any ?<br />- Oblidarem tot allò que s'acaba<br />- I com ho aconseguirem ?<br />- Començant per recordar tot allò que oblidem<br />- Recordar, oblidar, ... potser somiar ?<br />- Bon any nou!<br />- I bones festes!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2006/02/converses-diurnes-part-i.html"><br />Converses Diurnes (Part I)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2006/07/converses-diurnes-part-ii.html">Converses Diurnes (Part II)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2008/04/converses-diurnes-part-iii.html">Converses Diurnes (Part III)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2010/08/converses-diurnes-part-iv.html">Converses Diurnes (Part IV)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2010/09/converses-diurnes-part-v.html">Converses Diurnes (Part V)</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-2789167326627997455?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-57343781181070296242010-12-31T14:26:00.001+01:002010-12-31T14:28:52.717+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Barcelona revolucionària</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He viscut l'esperit de Maig del 68,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">milers d'estudiants omplien la Diagonal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i cent barricades promulgaven l'insurrecció.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Els avalots d'obrers s'hi unien</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">proclamant consignes anticapitalistes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i sota senyeres i estelades ens aixecàvem.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He despertat del somni anarquista,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">estudiants i obrers es miren el <i>Sálvame</i>&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i només surten al carrer quan juga el Barça.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5734378118107029624?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-64091191478156902412010-12-31T00:29:00.001+01:002010-12-31T00:29:44.505+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Comprensió</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He vist els corbs negres</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">picotejar amb voracitat la Comprensió,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i malgrat tot, continuar sense entendre res.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hauria resultat tràgic,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">de no ser perquè jo l'havia destrossat abans.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">La molt puta.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-6409119147815690241?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-39149202046601140762010-12-30T23:45:00.000+01:002010-12-30T23:45:54.532+01:00<div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>30-D</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">No importen els plànols,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">no importen els ciments,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">no importen les vigues,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">res importa una merda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">si hi estimbes un avió.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ets una integrista sentimental</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">atemptant contra l'imperi de la raó.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I entre les runes, gemeguen els records.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-3914920204660114076?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-15086330471570739022010-12-30T00:58:00.000+01:002010-12-30T00:58:15.293+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Haikus</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Perquè callem</div><div style="text-align: center;">parla de sentiments</div><div style="text-align: center;">aquest silenci.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veAsqLuHQTs/TRvK2xXOwDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/F_zZIujrryM/s1600/silenci.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veAsqLuHQTs/TRvK2xXOwDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/F_zZIujrryM/s1600/silenci.png" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-1508633047157073902?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-70242063873978101552010-12-30T00:20:00.002+01:002010-12-30T00:23:47.428+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ad personam</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He esnifat amor en un lavabo brut,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">t'he vist distorsionat en el mirall</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i he acabat cridant: "Ets feliç!".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Col·locat per la merda que vens,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">he sentit que teniem quelcom</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i he acabat per esquitxar-te.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sóc una merda de camell.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I amb la llengua m'has trepitjat.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7024206387397810155?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-84836596125140764442010-12-29T23:39:00.004+01:002010-12-30T00:26:31.515+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>La Serp</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">M'estripo el cervell</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i dels bocins en surt una serp</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">que m'estreny els sentiments.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">S'arrossega,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">es cargola.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Alerta.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Em clava els ullals</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i del verí neixen les ortigues</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">que m'omplen els pulmons.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">M'arrossego,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">em cargolo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Alerta!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">M'empasso la serp</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i per la boca escapen els cucs&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">que em rosseguen per dins.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ens rrosseguem,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ens cargolem.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Alerta!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-8483659612514076444?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-5208341816058717482010-12-24T14:32:00.000+01:002010-12-24T14:32:06.364+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Els tres dogmes i la veritat absoluta</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Creient es qui no es qüestiona el que creu.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Agnòstic qui s'avergonyeix del que creu.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ateu qui s'enganya sobre el que creu.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I jo crec que agnòsticament tots som ateus.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-520834181605871748?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-62602820326619158932010-12-12T15:52:00.000+01:002010-12-12T15:52:11.518+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Doblatge</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Fart de la versió original</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">em doblo els sentiments.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-small;">Avui em sento molt feliç.</span></i></span></div></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-6260282032661915893?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-17662659848019823792010-12-08T23:53:00.000+01:002010-12-08T23:53:11.844+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>La Màscara</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He eixugat amb el meu cor rebregat</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">les llàgrimes d'aquell Kleenex utilitzat.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I amb sang un somriure l'hi he pintat.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-1766265984801982379?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-87608051550812688592010-12-08T21:43:00.000+01:002010-12-08T21:43:50.726+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Material explosiu</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Són els teus llavis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">metralla pel meu cor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">si esclaten els silencis.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Deflagració de sentiments</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">consumint ànimes inflamables.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I al final fum i llàgrimes de cendres.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-8760805155081268859?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-73103189763446634702010-12-04T00:25:00.002+01:002010-12-07T19:13:06.997+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Qüestió de temps</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>IV</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ha arribat la primavera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">donant corda a les manetes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">De tant girar acabem marejats.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>III</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ha arribat l'estiu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">abatent el antics cucuts.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Amb els ous en fem una truita.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>II</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ha arribat la tardor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">trencant els rellotges de sorra.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dels grans en preparem cafè.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>I</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ha arribat l'hivern</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">congelant el pas del temps.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Cremant records ens escalfem.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7310318976344663470?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-51567593770558978772010-12-01T23:27:00.003+01:002010-12-03T23:35:18.275+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Una mort digne</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">M'he tallat amb els teus llavis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">per acabar dessagnat a la teva boca.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I m'has sepultat entre els teus pits.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5156759377055897877?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-71990009440127991202010-12-01T22:37:00.000+01:002010-12-01T22:37:03.732+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tres del singular i no penso en tu</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Penso en tu si penso en mi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Penso en tu si penso en tu.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Penso en tu si penso en ella.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I fart de pensar en què penses tu,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">no penso en tu.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7199000944012799120?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-80812898235145697102010-11-23T01:07:00.003+01:002012-01-05T17:39:56.929+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>La Taxidermista</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Perquè em feia mal el pit</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">i tu estudiaves medicina,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">les entranyes et descobrí.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Em vas buidar per dins,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">em vas omplir d'espines</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">i els llavis em vas cosir.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Perquè em feia mal el pit</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">i tu estudiaves medicina,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">taxidermista et convertí.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-8081289823514569710?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-13872976830987255552010-11-22T00:14:00.004+01:002012-01-05T17:48:11.083+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Basat en fets reals</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Arraconada contra la barra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">et debats entre el deure i el desig</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">i t'esgarrapo els sentits entre sospirs.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Són medicina alternativa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">combatent la resaca de l'amor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">els moments que tu i jo ens callem.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Em dius que no i que si,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">perquè són els llavis mentiders</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">els que per callar no fan més que parlar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I t'apretes contra mi,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">mentre juguen les nostres mans</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">atrapades a la xarxa de fum que exhalen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Es trenca la màgia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">quan desperto sol dins el cotxe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">amb els vidres gelats i el motor apagat.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">L'amor se'ns va calar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-1387297683098725555?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-44979490718163789542010-11-16T20:19:00.001+01:002010-11-16T20:22:14.596+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Només un cor</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dues cames per si una s'entrebanca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dos peus per si un s'enfonsa,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">però un únic destí.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dos braços per si un no s'arriba,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dues mans per si una es tanca,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">però un únic desig.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dues orelles per si una s'eixorda,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dos ulls per si un es cega,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">però només un cor.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Només un cor,&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">un desig,&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">un destí.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-4497949071816378954?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-3318682489804262882010-11-14T17:46:00.000+01:002010-11-14T17:46:07.414+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Quiromàntic</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Amb el DNI caducat traço les línies del meu destí</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">practicant la quiromància amb un bitllet de vint.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">El futur només s'endevina durant els dissabtes nit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-331868248980426288?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-77941722852284893262010-11-14T13:35:00.000+01:002010-11-14T13:35:08.202+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Escapades i caigudes</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ens pesen les emocions</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i mentre obro la finestra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">em marxes per la porta.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ens guanyem la gravetat</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i mentre tanques el portal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">m'apropo al teu costat.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Per ben poc.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A la propera,&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">l'enxampo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7794172285228489326?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-67070438267706475982010-11-07T21:50:00.000+01:002010-11-07T21:50:08.149+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ora pronobis</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">La verge plora llàgrimes de semen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">mentre el sacerdot fustiga al nen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Al confessionari no queda ningú.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-6707043826770647598?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-48995955735454682212010-11-07T15:08:00.001+01:002010-11-07T15:08:55.870+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Jurar: París</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Amb la primera vam jurar anar a París,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">amb la segona vam jurar tornar a París,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">amb la tercera ja no juràvem per París.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Perquè sempre ens quedarà l'oblit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-4899595573545468221?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-77750185476604591092010-11-05T01:12:00.003+01:002010-11-05T01:14:37.943+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>El reciclatge</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Arrosseguen la vella carrer avall,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">com qui arrossega un gos mort</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">després d'haver-se'n atipat.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Destapen el contenidor d'orgànica</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i la llencen amb la resta velles,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">està de moda el reciclatge.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7775018547660459109?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-48503972146035446232010-11-01T18:31:00.001+01:002010-11-01T18:38:07.924+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>El blues del precipici</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Llaunes buides i <i>Kleenex</i> usats</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">s'amunteguen als meus peus,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">assegut al ben mig del precipici</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">desafiant l'abisme de records.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I s'acosten núvols de tempesta.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Núvols de tempesta al precipici.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">De fons s'escolten les campanes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i el gos amable que se'm mira,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nerviós em borda i em mossega&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">si li prenc el cor d'entre les dents.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I s'acosten núvols de tempesta.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Núvols de tempesta al precipici.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Quant més avall el contemplo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">de més amunt em vull llençar,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">de tan rossegat que no encaixa</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span>m'oblido al fons del precipici.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I s'acosten núvols de tempesta.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Núvols de tempesta al precipici.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-4850397214603544623?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-24654039895174889912010-10-29T00:31:00.003+02:002010-10-29T00:35:38.084+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Cançó per un amic</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sota mirades callades,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">amb les veus trencades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">abracem els sentiments.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Si callem les emocions</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">desafinant cançons,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">allà on moren els acords.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[Tornada]</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cantem, una tarda més,&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Toquem, una tarda més.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Una tarda més, una tarda menys.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sobre uns ritmes esquerps,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">amb fons de batecs,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">remesclem remordiments.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Si trontolla l'esperança,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">de salut amarga,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">allà on les cordes rasguen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[Tornada x2]</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cantem, una tarda més,&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Toquem, una tarda més.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Una tarda més, una tarda menys.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Una tarda més...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-2465403989517488991?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-52824728528921378062010-10-26T01:40:00.000+02:002010-10-26T01:40:27.653+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Impotència</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Per què ?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No és just.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Per què ?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ulls vessant ciment.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5282472852892137806?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-63482879495570148892010-10-25T00:19:00.000+02:002010-10-25T00:19:37.476+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>A base de cops</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Encaixen els cotxes a base de cops,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">igual que encaixen les seves vides.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Endarrera.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cop.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Endavant.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cop.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sense mai ningú al darrera o al davant,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">però sempre amb algú emprenyat.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-6348287949557014889?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-44605892323554809092010-10-22T21:14:00.001+02:002010-10-22T21:15:55.992+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Futilitat</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Li foto una mamada a la vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i se m'acaba corrent a la boca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">amb breus espasmes d'alegria.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">En acabat es posa a plorar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-4460589232355480909?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-1802977950379596732010-10-18T22:09:00.001+02:002010-10-18T22:10:03.116+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>La nevera</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sóc la nevera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">que conserva</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">els sentiments</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">que devorem.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I oberta m'oblides</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ara que tot es floreix.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-180297795037959673?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-50772798754642312422010-10-18T00:41:00.002+02:002010-10-18T00:48:39.761+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>El Tronc</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Em talaren vilment un dissabte al matí,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">m'enfonsaren una nit de diumenge,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">una tarda de dilluns ja emergia.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Per molta escorça que s'arrenqui</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">un tronc sempre acaba surant.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5077279875464231242?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-55074230519871621922010-10-17T20:05:00.000+02:002010-10-17T20:05:04.076+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Rotllana terapèutica</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Un home que se sent elefant</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">aixecant una trompa imaginària.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Una dona que canviarà el món</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">amb fòrums als que ningú hi va.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Un reputat director finançer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tan ple de tristesa com de diners.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I tots junts fent una rotllana</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">saltant i brincant enmig un màster.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I jo que els ostiaria a tots</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5507423051987162192?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-23018516172636857152010-10-16T13:13:00.003+02:002010-10-16T13:15:52.740+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Les corbates</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A la meva empresa hi han més corbates que colls</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i malgrat jo no en porti tots m'hi volen fer el nus.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-2301851617263685715?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-5705592267208006992010-10-14T21:00:00.007+02:002010-10-14T21:05:04.975+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Amb el fang i les cendres</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">M'estiro al terra i em fonc,</div><div style="text-align: center;">amb el fang i les cendres.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">La gent ja no em percep,</div><div style="text-align: center;">camina per damunt meu.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Em trepitgen les il·lusions,</div><div style="text-align: center;">escampen els sentiments.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">M'estira al terra i em fon,</div><div style="text-align: center;">amb el fang i les cendres.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-570559226720800699?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-29323975894298666132010-10-13T23:50:00.002+02:002010-10-13T23:51:01.221+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Els tres pollets, la manca d'ous i el pollastre</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tinc un pollet que fa viu viu.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tinc dos pollets que fan tiu viu tiu viu.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tinc tres pollets que fan tiu viu riu tiu viu riu.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tinc un pollastre que fa nyam nyam nyam.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ja no tinc pollets ni em resten ous.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tinc un pollastre ben gros.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-2932397589429866613?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-52540454255572539872010-10-13T22:54:00.007+02:002010-10-13T23:32:51.699+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Passions viscerals</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Em masturbo amb els teus records</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i en un acte de flagel·lació suprem</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">em corro sobre les teves fotografies.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mai vaig desitjar tant recordar-te</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5254045425557253987?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-12626846548197764812010-10-09T13:58:00.004+02:002010-10-09T14:09:35.098+02:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Inversió significativa</span></b><div><br /></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Odi</span></i></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9.72222px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 9.72222px; "><b></b><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Inclinació o afecció profunda envers una persona. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Odi de mare. Odi filial. </span></i></blockquote></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9.72222px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><b><br /></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Amor</span></b></i></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9.72222px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><b></b><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sentiment profund de malvolença o aversió envers algú. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tenir, sentir, amor contra algú. Un amor feroç, implacable, mortal. </span></i></blockquote><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></blockquote></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-1262684654819776481?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-15430880227350701072010-10-08T15:59:00.001+02:002010-10-08T16:05:46.737+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">EQUIDAD</span></b></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veAsqLuHQTs/TK8j2Xn0igI/AAAAAAAAARM/-4I5USvMNJU/s1600/Justicia.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 576px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veAsqLuHQTs/TK8j2Xn0igI/AAAAAAAAARM/-4I5USvMNJU/s400/Justicia.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525674684767832578" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 11.8056px; "><p style="margin-left: 0em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; "><span class="eLema" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-size: 15pt; "><b>equidad</b></span><span class="eLema" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-size: 15pt; "><b>.</b></span></p><p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; "><span class="eEtimo" style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0); font-family: 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Arial Unicode MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 13pt; ">(<a>Del</a> <a title="latín, latino o latina">lat.</a> <i>aequĭtas, -ātis</i>).</span></p><p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; "></p><p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; "><a name="0_1"></a><span class="eOrdenAcepLema" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "><b>1. </b></span><span class="eAbrv" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "><span class="eAbrv" title="nombre femenino" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); ">f.</span></span><span class="eAcep" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> Igualdad de ánimo.</span></p><p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; "><a name="0_2"></a><span class="eOrdenAcepLema" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "><b>2. </b></span><span class="eAbrvNoEdit" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); "><span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); ">f.</span></span><span class="eAcep" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> Bondadosa templanza habitual. Propensión a dejarse guiar, o a fallar, por el sentimiento del deber o de la conciencia, más bien que por las prescripciones rigurosas de la justicia o por el texto terminante de la ley.</span></p><p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; "><a name="0_3"></a><span class="eOrdenAcepLema" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "><b>3. </b></span><span class="eAbrvNoEdit" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); "><span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); ">f.</span></span><span class="eAcep" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> Justicia natural, por oposición a la letra de la ley positiva.</span></p><p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; "><a name="0_4"></a><span class="eOrdenAcepLema" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "><b>4. </b></span><span class="eAbrvNoEdit" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); "><span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); ">f.</span></span><span class="eAcep" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> Moderación en el precio de las cosas, o en las condiciones de los contratos.</span></p><p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em; "><a name="0_5"></a><span class="eOrdenAcepLema" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "><b>5. </b></span><span class="eAbrvNoEdit" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); "><span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino" style="color: rgb(179, 179, 179); ">f.</span></span><span class="eAcep" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> Disposición del ánimo que mueve a dar a cada uno lo que merece.</span></p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-1543088022735070107?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-66157319853671914622010-10-05T22:54:00.006+02:002010-10-05T23:37:50.754+02:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 34px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "><strong></strong></span></b></span><span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Experiment 3 bis (Alternativa a l'experiment 3)</span></b><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fites:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />- Reducció a l'absurd del significat i el significant<br /><br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Subjectes de l'experiment:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />- La llengua<br /><br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Passos a seguir:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />1 - Cercar un text oportú per dissociar</span></span></span><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">2 - Contraposar significat i significant un cop dissociats</span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Resultats:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><blockquote>El, hipotético caos, obedece a una lògica, compleja en, ocasiones. En efecto, la disposición de las, comas, responde, a, un complicado, sistema,,, de codificación, en el que, la posición que, ocupan y la, distancia que, las, separa determinan, su correspondencia con, una letra, del, alfabeto.</blockquote><blockquote><br /></blockquote></span></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Extracte alterat i dissociat de l'anàlisi de l'obra de Alighiero Boetti per Daniel Marzona</i></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 34px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 15.9722px; "><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i></blockquote></span></b></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-6615731985367191462?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-21282792669444684152010-10-05T22:18:00.005+02:002010-10-05T23:50:49.294+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Enginyer Informàtic</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Desori a la pantalla,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">verticalitat dels mots</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">arrossegant els píxels.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Perdut a Matrix,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">perseguint un conill.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lobotomia laboral</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">en ones magnètiques</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">rostint els pensaments.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Penjat de cables,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">endollat per cadenes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Milers de morts</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">en cel·les de silenci</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">repicant contra silici.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Teixida la xarxa,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ens inventem l'aranya.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-2128279266944468415?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-54290432797272640692010-10-03T23:42:00.010+02:002010-10-04T00:34:17.636+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Llàgrimes</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">estacionals</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Perquè</span> pesa el <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">temps</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ploren</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">els</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">arbres</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">la <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">tardor</span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">II</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Muntanyes</span> de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">fulles</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">omplen</span> les <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">terres</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">de dolor.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">III</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Milers</span> de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">rasclets</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">prenen</span> a tires</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> el color.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5429043279727264069?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-29583361278709951502010-10-03T19:27:00.003+02:002010-10-03T19:42:21.802+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">El pes del món</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cau inexorablement</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">enterrant les estones</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sota un tic-tac afònic.</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Al voral un gos mort.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-2958336127870995150?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-14677795458622814492010-09-29T09:47:00.003+02:002010-09-29T10:12:07.770+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Esquirols</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Arboren el nihilisme</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i van a treballar avui.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">S'amaguen de tothom</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i van a treballar avui.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ploren per els diners</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i van a treballar avui.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Argumenten quelcom</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i van a treballar avui.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I jo mentrestant,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a l'ombra d'un arbre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">netejo una barra d'acer</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "><br /></span></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-1467779545862281449?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-19994311187638716552010-09-26T23:56:00.002+02:002010-09-27T00:05:12.678+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Geometria taronja</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veAsqLuHQTs/TJ_B9rRYToI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dE1DqTeVSFU/s1600/Parets.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veAsqLuHQTs/TJ_B9rRYToI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dE1DqTeVSFU/s400/Parets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521344933511319170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cinema a la fresca</div><div style="text-align: center;">sobre geometria taronja.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aquesta nit:</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mientras agonizo"</div><div style="text-align: center;">per William Faulkner.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-1999431118763871655?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-53670308330202398772010-09-26T23:48:00.004+02:002010-09-26T23:53:10.618+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Esports extrems</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;">x</div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El secret de la caiguda lliure</div><div style="text-align: center;">és estimbar-se contra el terra.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5367030833020239877?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-24710359664553041752010-09-26T23:22:00.003+02:002010-09-26T23:27:48.979+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Scarlet</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quaranta-dos polzades</div><div style="text-align: center;">amb full-hd i cent hertzs</div><div style="text-align: center;">per veure els teus videos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sadomasoquisme de luxe.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-2471035966455304175?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-26644508183666364962010-09-26T23:07:00.005+02:002010-09-26T23:39:52.345+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">El preàmbul</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Com el preàmbul</div><div style="text-align: center;">d'un terrible succés</div><div style="text-align: center;">la lletania dels grills.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tanco les portes</div><div style="text-align: center;">i s'esdevé el silenci.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dins no queda ningú.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-2664450818366636496?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-41666476339935152362010-09-26T08:57:00.013+02:002010-09-26T23:39:07.189+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Inexperiència</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">He navegat pel teu llit</div><div style="text-align: center;">per ancorar als teus pits.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I com en el Titanic</div><div style="text-align: center;">manquen bots.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-4166647633993515236?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-31360514145610902602010-09-26T01:58:00.005+02:002010-09-26T23:40:33.028+02:00<div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">L'estrany esdeveniment</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Un cadàver fa autostop durant la festa del porc i la cervesa,</div><div><div style="text-align: left;">l'alé li fa olor a whiskey i porta una xeringa com a piercing.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">S'arrossega dins el meu cotxe entre murmolls i sense presa,</div><div style="text-align: left;">per cada revolt que fem un esglai em rècorrer els sentits.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Finalment el deposito sota l'antic pont romà amb tristesa,</div><div style="text-align: left;">pel mirall desapareix mentre encara sento olor a podrit.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-3136051414561090260?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-51586810100916614262010-09-23T22:55:00.003+02:002010-09-23T23:05:40.543+02:00<p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Converses Diurnes (Part V)</span></strong></p><p><span>- Per cert, dissabte vaig anar a comprar<br />- I què et vas comprar ?<br />- Un mocador de coll, dues camises, dos jerseis, uns botins i coplements.<br />- Per cert, avui vaig molt calent<br />- I una colònia Ralph Lauren també.<br />- Sort que som dijous carinyu</span></p><p><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2006/02/converses-diurnes-part-i.html"><br />Converses Diurnes (Part I)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2006/07/converses-diurnes-part-ii.html">Converses Diurnes (Part II)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2008/04/converses-diurnes-part-iii.html">Converses Diurnes (Part III)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2010/08/converses-diurnes-part-iv.html">Converses Diurnes (Part IV)</a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5158681010091661426?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-35959958498174042422010-09-23T22:01:00.011+02:002010-09-23T22:33:36.778+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">La màgia</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span><span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">La distorsió del color</span></span></div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">és el preàmbul a la màgia.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tot comença a vibrar</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">quan els trucs es succeïxen.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nois treient conills,</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">noies sacsejant varetes.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tot globus i confetti</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">omplint el gran espectacle.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I jo al ben mig,</span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">com Houdini intentant escapar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-3595995849817404242?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-61642719164001037022010-09-13T00:28:00.008+02:002010-09-13T00:47:31.531+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">El problema de la cria de conills és...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">F</div><div style="text-align: center;">I</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>BB</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">OOO</div><div style="text-align: center;">NNNNN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>AAAAAAAA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">CCCCCCCCCCCCC</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-6164271916400103702?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-7047716928113784602010-09-13T00:18:00.005+02:002010-09-13T00:22:59.188+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">El carnívor</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">De pelar carxofes amb els ulls</div><div style="text-align: center;">em quedar la mirada negra.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fou això el que em fer carnívor.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-704771692811378460?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-64352865056987898272010-09-12T23:53:00.002+02:002010-09-13T00:07:15.930+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tarda de Tempesta</span></b></div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: center;">Estirat al meu llit,</div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span>a fora els llamps i trons</span></span>,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a dins el matalàs la pluja,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span>aquesta tarda de tempesta.</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: center;">No hi han paraigües,</div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span>ni sostres ni teulades,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span>que eixopluguin el cos,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span>aquesta tarda de tempesta.</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: center;">A fora tot ha passat,</div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span> núvols que s'assequen</span></span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A dins encara continua,</div><div style="text-align: center;">aquesta tarda de tempesta.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-6435286505698789827?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-47351501053936598562010-09-09T21:58:00.008+02:002010-09-13T00:08:08.178+02:00<div align="center"><span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">La gran familia</span></strong><br /><br />Som una gran familia<br />i tenim entre nosaltres<br />un alumne d'intercanvi.<br /><br />Som molt normals.<br /><br />Tot són bromes i jocs,<br />i l'estudiant ben ignorant<br />somriu i participa de tot.<br /><br />Tot molt normal.<br /><br />La primera ganivetada<br />es clava directe als ous,<br />la segona als mugrons.<br /><br />Fem coses ben normals.<br /><br />I mentre l'imbècil es mor<br />es pot assabentar del fet<br />que mai no es va marxar.<br /><br />Som una gran familia.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-4735150105393659856?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-88693263291971745332010-09-06T22:36:00.004+02:002010-09-07T00:03:20.562+02:00<div align="center"><span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Rumors !</span></strong><br /><br /><strong>I</strong><br />La fugacitat<br />dels petons,<br />el carburant<br />dels rumors.<br />És el sostre<br />o un mirall,<br />pensaments<br />o encenalls.<br /><br /><strong>III</strong><br />La imaginació<br />flotant al vent,<br />i com obsessió<br />remordiments</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-size:+0;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-8869326329197174533?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-73486000998085446422010-09-04T17:34:00.007+02:002010-09-13T00:10:24.238+02:00<span><span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">IBSN o Dates ?</span><br /></strong><br /><em>"The IBSN (Internet Blog Serial Number) is created on February 2, 2006 in answer to a denial from current administration to assign ISSN numbers to Internet blogs."</em><br /><br /><strong>Blog</strong>: Versos en la Foscor<br /><strong>IBSN</strong>: 05-07-2006-27<br /><strong>Data Registre</strong>: 27-02-2008 21:14:02<br /><strong>Post amb data del 05-07-2006</strong>: -<br /><strong>Post amb data del 17-07-2010</strong>: -<br /><br /><strong>Blog</strong>: Invítame a un libro<br /><strong>IBSN</strong>: 17-07-2010-00<br /><strong>Data Registre</strong>: 22-07-2010 18:47:00<br /><strong>Post amb data del 05-07-2006</strong>: - </span></span><br /><strong>Post amb data del 17-07-2010</strong>: <a href="http://invitameaunlibro.blogspot.com/2010/07/carta-de-amor.html">http://invitameaunlibro.blogspot.com/2010/07/carta-de-amor.html</a><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-7348600099808544642?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-56538278585397588692010-09-04T17:18:00.003+02:002010-09-04T17:31:52.165+02:00<div align="center"><span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Un dia molt especial</span></strong><br /><br />Vaig rebre<br />mil missatges<br />i cap d'ells<br />era el teu.<br /><br />Un dia molt especial.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-5653827858539758869?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-44881752962093906612010-09-01T23:49:00.003+02:002010-09-02T00:03:43.346+02:00<div align="center"><span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Rentat</span></strong><br /><br />Omplo el tap de<em> Dixan</em>,<br />poso el programa per delicats<br />i configuro les revolucions.<br /><br />M'introdueixo tancant la porteta<br />segons abans de centrifugar.<br /><br />Malgrat tot, oblido el suavitzant.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-4488175296209390661?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-7145521040990656672010-08-31T20:28:00.004+02:002010-08-31T21:07:27.259+02:00<div align="center"><span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">El Lloro</span></strong><br /><br />M'he quedat amb un lloro<br />que només sap una paraula<br />i aquesta és el teu nom.<br /><br />Quatre vegades la diu.<br />Laura. Laura. Laura. Laura.<br />Quatre vegades es riu.<br /><br />M'he quedat amb un lloro</span></div><div align="center"><span>que només sap una paraula<br />i aquesta és el meu mort.</span></div><div align="center"><span></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-714552104099065667?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-11212904548602302762010-08-30T22:40:00.005+02:002010-08-30T23:04:36.045+02:00<strong>Experiment 2<br /><br />Fites:<br /></strong>- Assolir la complexitat qüàntica del collage abstracte<br /><br /><strong>Subjectes de l'experiment:</strong><br />- Hom<br /><br /><strong>Passos a seguir:</strong><br />1 - Agafar-se un mateix i obrir el spotify<br />2 - Posar a sonar la cançó "The Riot" de "Dusty Kid"<br />3 - Seleccionar un llibre a l'atzar<br />4 - Seleccionar una pàgina a l'atzar<br />5 - Seleccionar una frase a l'atzar<br />6 - Apuntar la frase seleccionada<br />7 - Repetir els passos 3 a 6 fins que s'acabi la cançó.<br />8- Llegir en veu alta el resultat<br /><br /><strong>Resultats</strong><br />El nebraskano sonrió cálidamente, se inclinó hacia delante e hizo un amplio gesto con la mano derecha.<br />- Me quema - decía -, este cochino me quema.<br />El pintor pasó quince años en Italia, antes de ser llamado a Francia por Luis XIII y el cardenal Richelieu, para que fuera portavoz de sus ideas, de sus ideales, de su ideología. Sabía que el tesoro al que se refería Jarlaxle era el propio hombre y no la torta.<br />-¡ Trajes refulgentes! - gritó.<br />Aquí dio fin la conversación.<br />Por las calles empinadas suben las capas siniestras, dejando detrás fugaces remolinos de tijeras. La invasión del valle de Arán resultó, como es bien sabido, un fracaso de proporciones insospechadas, con ribetes más o menos folclóricos: entrada en algunas aldeas, pegadas de carteles, discursos patrióticos y confraternización con una población atónita e indiferente al ardor revolucionario.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-1121290454860230276?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22614459.post-835350075407680282010-08-30T21:57:00.005+02:002010-09-23T23:04:49.675+02:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Converses Diurnes (Part IV)</span></strong><p></p><p><span>- Cap al tard em fico dins un sobre.<br />- Per què ho fas ?<br />- M'agrada que m'enviin.<br />- Et posaré un segell doncs.<br />- Llepa'm.<br />- Si et llepés no tancaries pas.<br /></span><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2006/02/converses-diurnes-part-i.html"><br />Converses Diurnes (Part I)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2006/07/converses-diurnes-part-ii.html">Converses Diurnes (Part II)</a><br /><a href="http://gondavid55.blogspot.com/2008/04/converses-diurnes-part-iii.html">Converses Diurnes (Part III)</a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22614459-83535007540768028?l=gondavid55.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Gonzálezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595903401949668889noreply@blogger.com0