Visca els matins!

Malauradament no ho sóc. Però avui, dreta, castigada de cara a la Diagonal i agafada a la barana lateral del bus, escoltava aquesta cançó i pensava que si fos pilot tal vegada no voldria aterrar. I que tal vegada maleiria la dependència del combustible. I del menjar. I... de l'aire. Perquè no es pot tenir tot, vaja... Però segur que si fos pilot, no crec pas que volgués aterrar. Més que una cançó, una actitud. Un més dels meus matins somiadors. Visca els matins!

Look up, open the clouds...

Look up, open the clouds
Here comes the bombshell
On the way home…

And now we want the coal?
Confusing times

Cry murder, cry what you like
Just let the comets lead the way

We’ll tear it down
We’ll hold the truth by the neck
Kick in the doors and burn the books
Try to forget

And wear it like flag
Try to be patient
On the way home

Cause inside, behind every curtain
They count the minutes, they count the days

We’ll tear it down
We’ll hold the truth by the neck
Kick in the doors and burn the books
Try to forget

If you look at the horizon there is always something ducking out of sight
When you’re looking at the treetops and they’re scratching out their patterns in the sky

Look up, open the clouds
Here comes the bombshell
On the way home…