Tuesday, January 5, 2010

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Benefits of music is everything to do, anything is possible

that is known around this time people meditate you want to play in the new year ahead. It is also known, we started with gusto, with enthusiasm, renewed air. Known, in turn, that in many cases, all those hopes and all that inspiration loses steam.

For this reason, I share a poem Miquel Martí i Pol and its translation into English.

NOW

now climbs the needle

with a purpose that is not saying

and I start patching. None of the signs announcing

thaumaturge distinguished

not been fulfilled, and the years pass quickly.

little by little, and always facing the wind, which

long road of anguish and silence.

And we are where we are, better know and say

feet and settled on land and proclaim ourselves heirs

a time of doubts and disclaimers where

the noise drowning the words

mirrors and many middle imitating life. From

us nothing worth the heartache or the lament, nor touch



peevish melancholy that we tie or sweater to

when leaving the street. We just

enough and we have: the space of history

specific concerns us, and a tiny territory

living. Let

standing again and that feels

the voice of all oaths and clear.

We call that everyone who we are and listen.

And then, everyone is dressed

bonamiosis as it pleases, and way out!,

is tot per fer i tot és possible.




NOW


now

threaded the needle with the thread of a purpose that does not say

and start to mend. None of the wonders

announcing distinguished

casters is fulfilled, and years pass quickly.

's no little, and always with the wind in my face, what a long way

anxiety and silence.

And we are where we are, know better and say

and set his feet on the ground and proclaim ourselves heirs

a time of doubts and disclaimers

noises that drown out the words

and half masked many mirrors life.

us it's no longing or complaint, nor

touch of melancholy cavalier

jersey we put on or tie

when we left. We barely

what we have and simply: the space of concrete

history belongs to us, and a tiny

terrirorio to live. Let us

feet again and feel

the voice of all formal and clearly. Let us shout

who we are and all to hear.

And to finish, each is seen as best

you want, and go!

everything is done and everything is possible.

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