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No se què, ni per on arribarà…

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Avui és el dia després de la pluja. La sensació és que comença un nou període, que la tempesta d’ahir ha fet net i que toca començar de nou, en realitat, com cada dia. Al cel vaguen núvols blancs i l’aire és transparent. Cada dia aporta una sensació diferent i la d’avui és agradable, sense ansietat, sense angoixa, sense esperar res. D’acord amb el món.Tot el que és important es mou al ritme acompassat de les onades del mar. El moviment constant, infinit, de vegades tranquil, alguns cops imperceptible, en moments violent i apassionat. Així em sento jo, el meu cor i el meu cos, treballats amb tant d’esforç, s’han fet mar i onades. Després de la pluja arriben els prodigis estan encesos els llums del meu cor que indiquen que alguna cosa excepcional ha de venir. La calma després de la tempesta fa que senti el batec del cor i una estranya intuïció em diu que m’esperen sorpreses. Tambè em diuen que aquest cop estic a punt, que soc millor, que tot tenia un sentit encara que avançava a cegues. No se què, ni se per arribarà, però se que sabre identificar allò que m’espera. Sense pressa…

In t’he Garden. Van Morrison.

The streets are always wet with rain
after a summer shower when i saw you standin’
in the garden in the garden wet with rain
You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
as we watched the petals fall down to the ground
and as i sat beside you i felt the
great sadness that day in the garden
And then one day you came back home
you were a creature all in rapture
you had the key to your soul
and you did open that day you came back to the garden
The olden summer breeze was blowin’ on your face
the light of god was shinin’ on your countenance divine
and you were a violet colour as you
sat beside your father and your mother in the garden
The summer breeze was blowin’ on your face
within your violet you treasure your summery words
and as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden
And you went into a trance
your childlike vision became so fine
and we heard the bells inside the church
we loved so much
and felt the presence of the youth of
eternal summers in the garden
And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly
and we felt the presence of the christ
And i turned to you and i said
no guru, no method, no teacher
just you and i and nature
and the father in the garden
No guru, no method, no teacher
just you and i and nature
and the father and the
son and the holy ghost
in the garden wet with rain
no guru, no method, no teacher
just you and i and nature and the holy ghost
in the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
no guru, no method, no teacher
just you and i and nature
and the father in the garden