A keresés eredménye

I Tremble

You still have everything that I found that night
lost in your bed
and I still tremble.
You still have those wild eyes,
you’re the Valencia that bites.
I still tremble
I still tremble
 
I still tremble with the heat of feeling you close,
as strong as the first time.
I tremble
Like when we were dancing,
we were embracing change in the square
I tremble with the smell of coffee,
of your eyes, your lips of honey
Like a drop of ice that drips into my stomach
and slowly melts.
 
You still have everything that I found that night
lost in your bed
and I still tremble.
You still have those wild eyes,
you’re the Valencia that bites.
I still tremble
I still tremble
 
When I see you take on the Carrer dels Amants 1
filling ourselves with joy from Quart to Serrans.2
I tremble when I remember you on that bench
the two of us drinking, unraveled, shirtless
I tremble, rolling through your hair,
black curls, tanned skin

Joy

I have a joy without borders
A flat joy without rules
I have a joy of open roads
A green-colored joy
 
Of a hope that hasn't ended
Of a hope
There's still hope as I move forward
There's still hope and
 
There's no need to cry
They're roads of love and freedom
There's no need to cry
They're roads of fighting and freedom
 
A joy of roads to take
A wild and ardent joy
A joy that burns like fire
A yellow-colored joy
 
Of an energy that hasn't ended
Of a energy
There's still energy as I move forward
There's still energy and
 
There's no need to cry
They're roads of love and freedom
There's no need to cry
They're roads of fighting and freedom
 
There's no need to cry
They're roads of love and freedom
There's no need to cry
They're roads of fighting and freedom
 
There's no need to cry
They're roads of love and freedom
There's no need to cry
They're roads of fighting and freedom
 

Heroines of the Dark Night

And we search and we don’t find any account
That explains to us what’s happened
We have to write a new horizon
Draw joy in every corner
 
We’re not the heirs of Neruda
We’re the daughters of Marçal
We want to be the strong ivy
That grows in boundless space
 
We’re the heroines of the dark night
We’re the women who fight for utopia
We’re the militants of the living word
We love each other, our mouth cries rebellion
 
We aren’t looking for twenty love poems
Nor the desperation of a song
We’re an anthem of liberation
The one that the witches sang in mourning
 
We redress old words
With the latest meanings
The strength of new sentences
Will erase previous times
 
We’re the heroines of the dark night
We’re the women who fight for utopia
We’re the militants of the living word
We love each other, our mouth cries rebellion
 
We’re a piece of a previous life
Bits of kisses, scraps of a hug
Fragments derived from a gaze
And a short little verse
 
A short verse to create a narrative
We don’t wait nor do we cry
We don’t want to be like Anna Karenina
We don’t wait nor do we cry
We don’t wait nor do we cry
We don’t wait nor do we cry
We don’t wait nor do we cry
We don’t wait nor do we cry