En record a Janis Joplin_ Dog Eared Books since 1992_Mission_SF 2019

És de les melodies que m’han abraçat més quan sentia l’ànima trencada. Va persistir en un espai de temps en que creia que estava al caire d’un abisme aparentment insalvable. La impressió de que fa segles d’aquelles turbulències confirma que el temps és relatiu. Avui la revisc amb una tendresa infinita. He guarit la ferida.

The rose. En aquest enllaç l’escoltareu amb la veu de Bette Midler. Feu bombolla i en silenci deixeu que us porti. 

Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed

It’s the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taking, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose ♣

 

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