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30 Dies Sense Cap Accident

Em desvetlla el telèfon tremolant
I la veu a l'altra banda diu: "Problemes".
Corre-cuita, he pujat fns al terrat.
I Lisboa no dormia tan serena...
Nova Delhi, simfonia de motors.
En el rickshaw no he notat que m'adormia.
Ens segueixen.
Sacsejant el conductor,
Dic: "Hem de despistar-los, que m'hi va la vida!".
Però, quan de cop obro els ulls, me n'adono:
En realitat sóc dins d'un tren
Que va creuant un paisatge estepari.
Per la finestra, al fons, et veig:
La silueta al desert amb un dit
Apuntant cap a mi.
He escapat. De moment...
30 dies sense cap accident.
Quan desperto en un motel de mala mort,
A la porta, un puny que pica amb insistència.
El revòlver em tremola entre les mans.
Se'm dispara i recupero la consciència.
I me n'adono que estic sol a casa,
Però que ja tornes a ser aquí.
Els dies eren tan clars, que dubtava
Si eres o no una part de mi,
D'una fugida endavant a través de l'espai i del temps.
Comencem novament.
Em desvetlla el telèfon tremolant
I la veu a l'altra banda diu: "Problemes".
Pensava que ja no hi eres.
Pensava que ja no hi eres.
Pensava que ja no hi eres.
I me n'adono que estic sol a casa,
Però que ja tornes a ser aquí.
Els dies eren tan clars, que dubtava
Si eres o no una part de mi,
D'una fugida endavant a través de l'espai i del temps.
Superar, finalment,
30 dies sense cap accident.

30 Days Without an Accident

The phone wakes me, trembling
And the voice on the other end says, "Trouble".
With haste, I run up to the roof.
And Lisbon did not sleep so serenely...
New Delhi, a symphony of engines.
In the rickshaw, I did not notice that I was falling asleep.
They are following us.
Shaking the driver,
I say, "We have to lose them, my life depends on it!".
But, when I suddenly open my eyes, I realize:
In reality, I am inside a train
That is crossing a steppe landscape.
Through the window, in the background, I see you:
Your silhouette in the desert with a finger
Pointing towards me.
I've escaped. For the moment...
30 days without an accident.
When I wake up in a seedy motel,
At the door, a fist that knocks insistently.
The revolver trembles in my hands.
It goes off and I regain consciousness.
And I realize that I am home alone,
But that you are already back here.
The days were so clear, that I doubted
Whether you were or were not a part of me,
Of a headlong flight through space and time.
Let's start again.
The phone wakes me, trembling
And the voice on the other end says, "Trouble".
I thought you were gone.
I thought you were gone.
I thought you were gone.
And I realize that I am home alone,
But that you are already back here.
The days were so clear, that I doubted
Whether you were or were not a part of me,
Of a headlong flight through space and time.
To finally overcome,
30 days without an accident.