tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96781262012-02-12T00:57:32.979+01:00"Escriuré fins que comenci a escriure sobre el meu jo veritable" Sylvia PlathChatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.comBlogger5381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-8025644611293918812012-01-07T19:09:00.002+01:002012-01-07T19:29:14.413+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="bolonya" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7149/6654093359_b1e7431644_m.jpg"/><br /><br />Que difícil desviar-se<br />d'un camí que et vas traçant.<br /><br /></p>Un somriure a la babalà<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-802564461129391881?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-61911882204093571912011-12-25T09:28:00.010+01:002011-12-25T09:42:24.702+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="bolonya" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7174/6568018191_9af3370a41_m.jpg"/><br /><br />El destí és erràtic,<br />no estàtic,<br />farcit de prunes<br />i pinyons.<br /><br /></p>Un somriure desplomat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-6191188220409357191?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-54027253943258795202011-11-10T21:56:00.002+01:002011-11-10T21:58:01.363+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="roma" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6236/6332194159_f9a7e94818_m.jpg" /><br /><br />La pell, amb l'edat,<br />més que dèbil<br />es torna dòcil.<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[Però enrampa igual]<br /><br /></span></p>Un somriure eriçat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5402725394325879520?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-80687456542138180572011-10-27T15:40:00.005+02:002011-11-03T13:14:01.203+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="vestits Born" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4857789271_941e235cc1_m.jpg" /> <br /><br />L'experiència <br />és un graó<br /><br /></p>Un somriure desnivellat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-8068745654213818057?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-1960737004081712812011-10-14T14:34:00.003+02:002011-10-14T14:41:38.856+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="vestits Born" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5170/5284942373_da5591e22f_m.jpg" /> <br /><br />No hi ha història <br />sense lloc.<br /><br />Reivindiquem-lo.<br />Evoquem-la.<br /></p>Un somriure ubicat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-196073700408171281?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-81433976256299811642011-06-20T17:32:00.003+02:002011-06-20T17:38:45.625+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="versailles juny 2011" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5120/5852615793_bde02972b6_m.jpg" /> <br /><br />I reiem, i jeiem, <br />i parlavem. Sobretot callavem.<br />Celebrant-ne cada racó.<br /><br />Dins el buit d’una bombolla<br /></p> un somriure sense arestes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-8143397625629981164?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-35677141490144096832011-06-15T21:40:00.005+02:002011-06-15T21:48:09.699+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="asturies2010" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5185/5837209408_2a92435473_m.jpg" /> <br /><br />La llibertat<br />de no estar subjecte<br />a cap vent<br />no infla les veles<br /></p>Un somriure cridaner<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3567714149014409683?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-34753402088211043472011-05-23T16:20:00.002+02:002011-05-23T16:22:54.240+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="iyo milano" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5061/5751084996_2b54e34bc3_m.jpg" /> <br /><br />Les molles de pa<br />sempre ensenyen<br />camins<br />sense tornada<br /></p>un somriure ineludible<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3475340208821104347?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-33459823827746973072011-04-29T22:14:00.003+02:002011-04-29T22:18:13.172+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="carrer bolonya" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5030/5565163337_0154b912eb_m.jpg" /> <br /><br />Llibertat<br />és tancar els ulls<br />i en obrir-los<br />veure el que vols<br /></p>Un somriure obstinat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3345982382774697307?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-59346535834298583312011-03-30T21:53:00.003+02:002011-03-30T22:06:31.226+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="bar bolonya" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5148/5565163897_0d1193a24c_m.jpg" /> <br />El paradís és eteri, <br />abstracte. <br />És enlloc <br />i a tot arreu alhora. <br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">[Existeix] <br /></span></p>Un somriure proper<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5934653583429858331?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-48600187909248635912011-03-10T11:08:00.003+01:002011-03-10T11:13:58.806+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="domino" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5092/5514626864_80191be6ac_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Un cop s'acaba<br />només en queden <br />les restes.<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[incloent-hi els records]<br /><br /></span></p>Un post-somriure<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-4860018790924863591?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-69782277876083644222011-02-16T12:58:00.002+01:002011-02-16T13:01:20.724+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="domino" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5257/5450173839_07762079db_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Pensar en l'infinit<br />relativitza el tot.<br /></p>Un somriure inabastable<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-6978227787608364422?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-2073356839934943662011-02-08T10:33:00.004+01:002011-02-08T10:44:12.943+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="bar" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5258/5427219757_196976a4c6_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Personatge,<br />amb vocació de protagonista<br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">[increïble, apassionat]<br /></span>busca història per explicar.<br /><br /></p>Un somriure classificat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-207335683993494366?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-30978321614832254502011-01-24T18:33:00.002+01:002011-01-24T18:36:56.962+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="Biel a l'Aquarium" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5247/5342535360_c95c3220e5_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Els idealistes<br />només s'equivoquen<br />als ulls dels altres.<br /><br /></p>Un somriure de peixera<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3097832161483225450?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-12196945620182680392011-01-14T15:13:00.000+01:002011-01-14T15:15:32.274+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="cavllitos plaça constitució" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5041/5341924965_895d33d2d5_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Els secrets que oblides<br />no han existit mai.<br /></p>un somriure a repensar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-1219694562018268039?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-66929837973209090972011-01-10T10:36:00.004+01:002011-01-10T10:43:48.674+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="reis Girona 2011" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5281/5342535704_5e08feda9c_m.jpg" /><br /><br />La veritat<br />té el seu encant.<br />La mentida, però,<br />és un art evocador.<br /></p>Un somriure innocent<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-6692983797320909097?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-15872062684310361852010-12-28T18:14:00.007+01:002010-12-28T18:30:19.045+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="nova york juliol 2010" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4857777251_6e30fcd320_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Acostumat a mirar<br />horitzons infinits,<br />s'aboca al vertigen <br />d'allò a punt d'acabar.<br /><br />[Com si no hi hagués gener]<br /><br /></p>Un somriure vist i no vist<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-1587206268431036185?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-26520432580824127292010-12-21T16:26:00.000+01:002010-12-21T16:25:22.867+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="club" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4857778743_9963f7e951_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Fantasieges amb la idea <br />fins que aquesta et supera.<br /><br />Llavors vas,<br />i t'ho compres tu mateix.<br /></p>Un somriure materialista, màgic, pragmàtic<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-2652043258082412729?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-52310826382850362122010-12-15T16:08:00.008+01:002010-12-17T00:19:30.565+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="club" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5082/5223504643_d767a316c8_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Si dispares <br />un tret a la foscor<br />és probable <br />que es perdi en el buit.<br /></p>Un somriure assaig-error<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5231082638285036212?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-90652548517072217752010-11-05T11:48:00.004+01:002010-11-05T11:57:11.104+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="s'agaró" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/5147803449_ffaa3f8c18_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Tenir molt per recordar,<br />molt per endavant,<br />converteix en frívol<br />concentrar-se en el present.<br /></p>Un somriure pensat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-9065254851707221775?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-35462871259895786322010-10-05T15:04:00.004+02:002010-10-05T15:31:08.584+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="regle" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/5054330848_bd64dea5c9_m.jpg" /><br /><br />No deixa de ser paradigmàtic<br />que el teorema del dit gros<br />només funcioni usat<br />en la seva justa mesura.<br /><br /></p>Un somriure de broc ample<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3546287125989578632?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-11503856015263818822010-09-29T16:50:00.001+02:002010-09-29T16:52:31.904+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="after the rain" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4086/5036492270_51f077862d_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Algunes coses són importants.<br />Altres imprescindibles.<br /><br /></p>Un somriure prioritari<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-1150385601526381882?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-33129289408825545102010-09-17T00:19:00.004+02:002010-09-22T16:44:05.653+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="vies de tren" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/4997186182_b03a582b8a_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Mai subestima<br />les paral·leles.<br />Ni tan sols, [especialment]<br />les que en un punt determinat<br />arriben a convergir.<br /></p><br />Un somriure de via ràpida<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3312928940882554510?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-39376396972499786872010-08-28T18:22:00.003+02:002010-08-28T18:27:28.247+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="ventilador" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4857775601_a1b16c6e8b_m.jpg" /><br /><br />La lucidesa és<br />un estat d'ànim<br />amb ungles esmolades.<br /></p>Un somriure a consciència<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3937639697249978687?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-40228772060223250692010-08-10T01:10:00.005+02:002010-08-10T01:17:53.700+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="Òscar a Nova York" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4096/4858406348_78f945f697_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Tot Pla "B" implica<br />cautela o fracas.<br /></p>Un somriure narcisista<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-4022877206022325069?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-58308691697772149022010-08-03T23:52:00.007+02:002010-08-10T01:20:07.082+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="Bryant park a Nova York" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4115/4857781637_3177dfbb35_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Algunes escenes <br />s'han de viure a poc a poc.<br />Com si les volguessis dibuixar.<br /><br /></p>Un somriure a glopets<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5830869169777214902?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-82161554850456388872010-07-06T13:13:00.005+02:002010-07-06T13:21:01.465+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="ànec" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4767674248_65746d43a3_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Hi ha dies que sembla<br />una ombra xinesa.<br />D'altres, no.<br /><br /></p>Un somriure de canells recargolats<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-8216155485045638887?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-56281257507610597272010-06-30T23:00:00.000+02:002010-07-06T13:26:57.798+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="misto" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4752510909_42eab9cd37_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Tocar-la, per sobre la roba,<br />i en treure-li adonar-te<br />que no tens tacte a les mans.<br />Que tota la força se te’n va pels ulls.<br /><br /></p>Un somriure de parpelles cremades<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5628125750761059727?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-87715913291967726912010-05-20T17:55:00.005+02:002010-05-20T18:08:36.594+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="collage" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4050/4624030003_fe51712bb3_m.jpg" /><br /><br />La ficció és un collage<br />de mentides petites</p><br />Un somriure d'agulla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-8771591329196772691?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-182852012048705702010-05-12T16:32:00.002+02:002010-05-12T16:36:28.314+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="punt de fuga" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1029/4600905505_1e070b28b3_m.jpg" /><br /><br />No <br />val la pena parlar<br />de carrerons <br />sense sortida.</p><br />Un somriure amb punt i seguit optatiu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-18285201204870570?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-71467707361967060212010-04-16T01:06:00.007+02:002010-04-16T01:25:57.830+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="zarza2 x Victor Garcia" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4523976803_4a51377af2_m.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />Dubta,<br />entre la se[ns]ualitat<br />del filferro que domina<br />les gerberes<br />i la tija incisiva de les roses <br />que tenyeix els dits </p><br />Un somriure sense flors<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-7146770736196706021?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-75827726007468560752010-03-29T23:04:00.004+02:002010-03-29T23:10:52.714+02:00<p align="center"><img alt="glass ball" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/3074156583_6f8e0b3679_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Potser hagués calgut<br />afegir-hi el contexte.<br /><br />Qüestió de sinceritat.</p><br />Un somriure a pilota passada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-7582772600746856075?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-91457681262531847492009-03-22T02:17:00.003+01:002009-03-22T02:23:36.252+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="Carlos Tolaba" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/431337764_55495c8413_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Les primaveres impossibles l’alteren.<br />Les entusiastes, però,<br />se les pren amb més calma.<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[Com si així haguessin de durar més]</span></p><br />Un somriure comme il faut<br /><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-9145768126253184749?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-27769449824125671692009-01-31T16:30:00.000+01:002009-02-12T16:33:33.417+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="glass ball" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3273771307_44e27b7d63_m.jpg" /><br /><br />La perfecció no existeix,<br />però buscar-la <br />dóna sentit a la utopia.</p><br />Un somriure sota les pedres<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-2776944982412567169?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-50594317509229179432008-12-27T19:44:00.004+01:002008-12-28T10:59:59.292+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/3141964372_3995fe1b8c_m.jpg" /><br /><br />La primera norma<br />per conquerir Roma<br />és no fer pujar els elefants<br />muntanyes massa altes.</p><br />Un somriure púnic<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5059431750922917943?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-34692461747827319002008-12-18T17:47:00.004+01:002008-12-18T17:53:43.063+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="gabia" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/3118657302_affdb5380b_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Les grans històries <br />no tenen punt de fuga.<br /><br />[Independentment<br />de la perspectiva]</p><br />Un somriure proper<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3469246174782731900?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-27278777655622329722008-12-01T18:07:00.002+01:002008-12-01T18:43:49.689+01:00<p align="center"><img alt="retrovisor" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/3074136015_80dd4e5de2_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Està tan acostumat <br />a mirar la vida pel retrovisor<br />que el primer que fa cada matí,<br />és no oblidar que en realitat <br />l’està veient a l’inrevés.</p><br />Un somriure on emmirallar-se<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-2727877765562232972?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-35518019365761513072008-11-08T21:00:00.003+01:002008-11-08T21:04:09.264+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=a71000db465b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/a71000db465b">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTQ0NDMzODcxNDAmcHQ9MTE5NDQ0MzM5MzU2MiZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="pluja" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/3012661174_d1d5f618a8.jpg?v=0" /><br /><br />La música del tam-tam<br />no crida tempestes<br />no és poesia<br />no toca a morts<br /><br />Anuncia una altra cosa</p><br />Un somriure pim pam no pum<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3551801936576151307?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-66458949208432902192008-10-06T18:31:00.004+02:002008-10-06T18:38:24.443+02:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=eb2cf8884c78" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/eb2cf8884c78">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTYyNTIyMDU4OTkmcHQ9MTE5NjI1MjIwOTA4NyZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="espelho-infiel" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3252/2919232530_c0a912bacb_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Un, dos, tres, pica paret<br />Mira't al mirall<br /><span style="color:#666666;">[què veus?]</span><br /></p></p><br />Un somriure en mira un altre<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-6645894920843290219?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-52619308335898249952008-09-30T00:38:00.001+02:002008-09-30T12:00:48.693+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=6dc883ef2847"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=6dc883ef2847" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="blocs de marbre" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/2900843481_9515f68b49_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Buscar l’escultura <br />dins la peça de marbre<br />no és sensibilitat. <br />És pragmatisme.</p><br />Un somriure d'escarpa i cartabó<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5261930833589824995?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-12869609121197395692008-09-26T12:05:00.003+02:002008-09-26T12:09:54.336+02:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=edeef60bbd4e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/edeef60bbd4e">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTk3NDQ5MjM3MzQmcHQ9MTE5OTc*NDkyNTM*MyZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="equilibri" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/2888977699_78d8487753_m.jpg" /><br /><br />L'equilibri es serè,<br />pur,<br />d'arestes esmolades.</p><br /><br />Un somriure de mig a mig<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-1286960912119739569?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-71865652636035924212008-08-31T23:56:00.001+02:002008-09-01T13:02:18.927+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=bb8ed7b0f41f"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=bb8ed7b0f41f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="sonhopapel by eduardo luiz" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2035/1689186606_3597cdff53_m.jpg" /><br /><br />El sentit del repte <br />és el desig mateix.</p><br />Un somriure sense contraccions<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-7186565263603592421?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-21409374076968696202008-07-19T11:21:00.004+02:002008-07-19T11:35:16.764+02:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=5cd773799ea1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/5cd773799ea1">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTU1OTYyNzM5NjgmcHQ9MTE5NTU5NjI4ODUzMSZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="banyera" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2367062622_4e48c46b1d_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Els fantasmes no existeixen.<br /><br />Pels segles dels segles,<br />Amén</p><br />Un somriure meiga<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-2140937407696869620?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-90504008908825110182008-06-05T14:13:00.002+02:002008-06-05T14:24:22.608+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=6525df7c9356"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=6525df7c9356" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="lovell clown nose" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3033/2552758161_6d8df7f8ed_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Si escric tan poc<br />es perquè he après<br />que el meus silencis<br />et desesperen.</p><br />Un somriure espaiat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-9050400890882511018?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-58223024953821245182008-05-09T19:36:00.005+02:002008-05-09T19:49:38.844+02:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=ay9l5wn" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/ay9l5wn/a-million-miles">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDkxNDE1NDM3MTgmcHQ9MTIwOTE*MTk3MDUwMCZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><img alt="Siluethes_far_away_2_by_Virus69 " src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3076/2478033549_b7c3ba4d2b_m.jpg" /><br /><br />La pluja<br />ajuda a recordar.</p><br />Un sssshhh... [somriure]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5822302495382124518?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-54357249988814015062008-04-25T15:56:00.006+02:002008-04-25T18:47:15.478+02:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=ay9l5wn" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/ay9l5wn/a-million-miles">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDkxNDE1NDM3MTgmcHQ9MTIwOTE*MTk3MDUwMCZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="girl behind the laundry" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2034/2440545679_5e26c2fa96_m.jpg" /><br /><br />No li demaneu que us ho expliqui.<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[Per sort]<br /></span>pocs ho podrien entendre</p><br /><br />Un somriure per trencar-se les banyes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5435724998881401506?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-14717693426445778792008-03-27T22:21:00.006+01:002008-03-27T22:47:44.943+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=321be402cd54" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/321be402cd54/superman-its-not-easy">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDY2NTQxMTU5MjEmcHQ9MTIwNjY1NDEyNjQwNiZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="òscar" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2367385652_641e568232_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Hi ha dies en què li agrada <br />sentir-se una miqueta ventafocs,<br />i es fa fluixet el llaç de les sabates.</p><br />Un somriure de mitja distància<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-1471769342644577879?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-23592179091442768392008-03-07T10:27:00.004+01:002008-03-07T10:34:05.508+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=f5852f249ea2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/f5852f249ea2/world-outside">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDQ4ODE5NDczNzUmcHQ9MTIwNDg4MjA2OTA5MyZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="optimista" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2322/2315635481_e24b55fe62_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Entre les dues cares <br />d'una mateixa moneda<br />no hi pot haver mai, <br />per definició, cap creu.</p><br />Un somriure dos cops mig ple<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-2359217909144276839?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-48844028190633087422008-02-14T18:04:00.005+01:002008-02-14T18:28:48.764+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=a71000db465b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/a71000db465b">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTQ0NDMzODcxNDAmcHQ9MTE5NDQ0MzM5MzU2MiZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="Geoffroy Demarquet" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2096/2265402260_caefa7c48c_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Ni es pot imaginar<br />ni li agradaria <br />ser ningú més.<br /><br />Seria un bon actor, suposo </p><br />Un somriure sobre el paper<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-4884402819063308742?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-56216407256742029382008-02-01T20:00:00.000+01:002008-02-01T19:10:59.353+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=bd37ca83a144" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/bd37ca83a144">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDE4ODkzODM*MzcmcHQ9MTIwMTg4OTM4NTQzNyZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="Òscar" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2077/2166384954_3294d07344_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Quan més canvien<span style="color:#999999;">(*) </span>les coses,<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[llegeixi's evolucionen]</span><br />més tendeixen<span style="color:#999999;">(*) </span>a la normalitat.<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[llegeixi's evolucionen]</span><br /><br />Deu ser un simptoma.</p><br />Un somriure peculiar. Evidentment<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5621640725674202938?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-40282671615291872532008-01-25T11:56:00.000+01:002008-01-25T12:26:15.490+01:00<p align="center"><i>"The more interesting your life becomes, <br />the less you post."</i></p><br /><br />Un somriure Barger<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-4028267161529187253?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-15238876719786031812008-01-11T10:36:00.000+01:002008-01-11T11:04:14.346+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=8575dfb5231c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/8575dfb5231c">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDAwNDU2Nzk*MzcmcHQ9MTIwMDA*NTY4MTYwOSZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="Òscar" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2302/2134586367_7acf1a1b1a_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Més que reinventar-se<br />cada dia,<br />es recrea recreant-se.</p><br />Un somriure estratificat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-1523887671978603181?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-1359153219311007072008-01-08T00:13:00.000+01:002008-01-08T01:03:02.429+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=edeef60bbd4e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/edeef60bbd4e">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTk3NDQ5MjM3MzQmcHQ9MTE5OTc*NDkyNTM*MyZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="Òscar" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2005/2165593783_53720914be_m.jpg" /><br /><br />No és pas que ara, de sobte, li hagi vingut la dèria de trencar cintes,<br />però és que, <span style="color:#999999;">[què cony!]</span> arriba un punt del camí en què, tot i que els vorals segueixin amagant pedres amb què tornar-se a entrebancar, ja no hi ha més arbres que et puguin caure al damunt o barrant-te el pas.<br />És el moment de, fins i tot, posem per cas, qüestionar Kavafis.</p><br />Un somriure igual, però diferent<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-135915321931100707?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-3805497838471145202007-12-25T14:11:00.000+01:002007-12-25T14:31:22.927+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=0c718e4fd0db" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/0c718e4fd0db">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTg1ODkzNjE3MzQmcHQ9MTE5ODU4OTM2Mzc2NSZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="Òscar" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2242/2135496310_a510fc0c16_m.jpg" /><br /><br />No és pas que ara, de sobte, li hagi vingut la dèria de trencar cintes,<br />però és que, <span style="color:#999999;">[què cony!]</span> arriba un punt del camí en què, tot i que els vorals segueixin amagant pedres amb què tornar-se a entrebancar, ja no hi ha més arbres que et puguin caure al damunt o barrant-te el pas.<br />És el moment de, fins i tot, posem per cas, qüestionar Kavafis.</p><br />Un somriure rodorèdicament itàquic<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-380549783847114520?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-24896030719132774232007-12-14T10:02:00.000+01:002007-12-14T10:25:38.376+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=c6fc13c6c3b6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/c6fc13c6c3b6">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTc2MjM5NzgwNzgmcHQ9MTE5NzYyMzk4NTk4NCZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="Òscar" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2057/2108885715_9c0f5b44b1_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Entengui's aquest escrit<br />com un al·legat dels museus<br />com a lloc ideal per<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[començar a]</span><br />enamorar-se</p><br />Un somriure clar, distint i distintiu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-2489603071913277423?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-30861776115772039462007-12-10T17:41:00.000+01:002007-12-11T15:23:43.604+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=2ccaf20b5a27" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/2ccaf20b5a27">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTczMDcyOTgyMDMmcHQ9MTE5NzMwNzMwMDA2MiZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="Òscar" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2355/2101264120_1821bd0faa.jpg?v=0" /><br /><br />i el setè dia<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[tampoc]<br /></span>van descansar</p><br />Un somriure "creatiu"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3086177611577203946?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-65101057539576036642007-11-28T12:48:00.000+01:002007-11-28T13:30:26.423+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=eb2cf8884c78" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/eb2cf8884c78">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTYyNTIyMDU4OTkmcHQ9MTE5NjI1MjIwOTA4NyZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="Giants Causeway" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2110/2071307888_1b61a7dd22_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Convertint-se en el personatge <br />tant de temps representat,<br />esdevé protagonista <br />de la seva història.</p><br />Un somriure més que definitiu, definitori<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-6510105753957603664?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-25999840036775631852007-11-21T00:01:00.000+01:002007-11-20T23:06:33.736+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=5cd773799ea1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/5cd773799ea1">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTU1OTYyNzM5NjgmcHQ9MTE5NTU5NjI4ODUzMSZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="banyera" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2117/2051224566_6152a8e8aa_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Es veu que ara diu<br />que juga a enyorar-la…<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[per poder escriure.]</span></p><br />Un somriure negre... sobre blanc<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-2599984003677563185?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-55426533350982388432007-11-14T18:33:00.000+01:002007-11-14T19:05:09.757+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=a905a46fd20d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/a905a46fd20d">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTUwNjI2MDg1MjAmcHQ9MTE5NTA2MjYxMTY5MSZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="red shoes" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2161/2019751237_ebfcff909a_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Tot l’episodi segueix desafiant <br />qualsevol explicació racional. <br />El cert, però, <br />és que tot plegat està passant així, <br />tal i com us ho explico. Aquí.</p><br />Un somriure com la vida mateixa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5542653335098238843?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-91785748774840493292007-11-07T14:45:00.000+01:002007-11-07T15:00:10.695+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=a71000db465b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/a71000db465b">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTQ0NDMzODcxNDAmcHQ9MTE5NDQ0MzM5MzU2MiZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="horitzons" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2228/1902543359_c697076482_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Ara que ha après <br />que el que ha de fer <br />amb els horitzons<br />no és perseguir-los,<br />s’hi inspira.</p><br />Un somriure de bat a bat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-9178574877484049329?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-55883950651250156482007-10-31T19:41:00.001+01:002007-10-31T19:55:21.326+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=c344433b5ec1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/c344433b5ec1">boomp3.com</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTM4NTYxODIzNTkmcHQ9MTE5Mzg1NjE5MDY0MCZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /><br /><br /><img alt="dorielcamacho" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2060/1809114117_192ac1c287_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Llavors, un dia,<br />simplement apareix algú<br />a qui no pots ignorar.</p><br />Un somriure estimulant<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5588395065125015648?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-41471704688569965482007-10-22T13:02:00.000+02:002007-10-22T13:32:09.826+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=bb8ed7b0f41f"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=bb8ed7b0f41f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="sonhopapel by eduardo luiz" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2035/1689186606_3597cdff53_m.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />No em digueu que no és fantàstic,<br />en intentar trobar l’equilibri,<br />descobrir una cosa diferent.</p><br />Un somriure de nas a orella <span style="color:#999999;">[i viceversa]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-4147170468856996548?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-21657382535697428192007-10-15T17:37:00.000+02:002007-10-15T17:49:13.134+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=827af505fff7"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=827af505fff7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="Prague nº9 by ericbb" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2290/1579104134_d849a97bdf_m.jpg" /><br /><br />S’estirà al seu costat,<br />conscient que el fet que ella <br />hi fos o no en llevar-se<br />determinaria si tot era real.</p><br />Un somriure com la vida mateixa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-2165738253569742819?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-7424871345033164412007-10-07T22:42:00.000+02:002007-10-07T23:02:10.223+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=6dc883ef2847"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=6dc883ef2847" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="Laura Burlton" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2218/1509017284_8e5132e0f3_m.jpg" /><br /><br />S’han filtrat sorolls,<br />la resta és silenci.<br />Jo vull realitats.</p><br />Un somriure que diu "blat" (i ben lligat)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-742487134503316441?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-68158252225453340712007-10-02T10:52:00.000+02:002007-10-02T13:02:18.433+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=2d24aeaff8a2"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=2d24aeaff8a2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="Sylvie Blum- Venus" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1018/1471076105_a295c61585_m.jpg" /><br /><br />No cal que existeixi si tanco els ulls<br /><font color="#999999">[i si tanco els ulls desapareix]</font></p><br />Un somriure a queixalades<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-6815825222545334071?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-49964003653538430462007-09-27T00:06:00.000+02:002007-09-26T22:12:03.957+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=25868c6daefb"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=25868c6daefb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="Boris Hoopek" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1178/1443583821_ed15e2495e_m.jpg" /><br /><br /><i>-Vols?<br />-Vols que vulgui?<br />-Vols que vulgui que vulguis?<br />-Vols que vulgui que vulguis que vulgui?</i><br />.........................................<br /><br />I així fins adonar-se<br />que potser no saben què volen,<br />però sí que es desitjen.</p><br />Un somriure de doble direcció<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-4996400365353843046?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-85636312563190731612007-09-24T16:43:00.001+02:002007-09-26T22:13:56.096+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=168c1c5137f4"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=168c1c5137f4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="filferro" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1434/1422070547_507d9a38fb_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Al capdavall, <br />què és un laberint <br />sense minotaure?</p><br />Un somriure “comme il faut”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-8563631256319073161?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-70947222611464633292007-09-19T00:25:00.000+02:002007-09-19T09:20:44.123+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=7d8080123a2b"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=7d8080123a2b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="red lips" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1391/1403113587_0bf0f2b8a5_m.jpg" /><br /><br />És introvertida i insòlita. <br />Viu en un univers estrany, <br />impossible de contenir<br />en els límits de la decència,<br />on sembla que el temps<br />pugui anar endavant, endarrere,<br />o fins i tot aturar-se en qualsevol moment.</p><br />Un somriure de mirada perduda<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-7094722261146463329?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-71242577120253439312007-09-14T10:58:00.001+02:002007-09-14T11:11:06.504+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=5e58202f3eae"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=5e58202f3eae" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="factor y adolfo vasquez" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1302/1378843808_d011c31a62_m.jpg" /><br /><br />A discreció.<br />És a dir, <br />fins la indiscreció.</p><br />Un somriure a unces<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-7124257712025343931?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-55740974185084810002007-09-11T11:11:00.000+02:002007-09-11T11:35:33.754+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=548825c81600"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=548825c81600" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="barret cordovès" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1407/1359570250_3ec8c23f55_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Després de veure <span style="color:#999999;">[i escoltar]</span><br />el <a href="http://www.telenoticies.cat/pnoticies/notItem.jsp?item=noticia&amp;idint=214434" target="_blank">missatge</a> del Molt Honorable,<br />he arribat a la conclusió<br />que a CiU i a mí ens passa el mateix:<br />Massa bon partit per no trobar nòvia!</p><br />Un somriure de diada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5574097418508481000?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-46769927476078381042007-09-05T18:24:00.000+02:002007-09-05T20:31:35.272+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=392c04d60ca9"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=392c04d60ca9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="s-h6306b" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1229/1330520317_0ad44a11f9_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Recordo aquell estiu<br />en què cada dia<br />tenia el seu nom.<br />Tot just un any després<br />les engrunes del camí<br />eren un bon pretext per tornar-hi.<br />No hi vaig anar més.</p><br />Un somriure al calaix <span style="color:#999999;">[però ben a la vista]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-4676992747607838104?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-5914189458026266092007-09-01T23:21:00.000+02:002007-09-02T23:09:29.104+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=6525df7c9356"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=6525df7c9356" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="love is blind by gardenofgloom" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/423895193_4d6e566baf_m.jpg" /><br /><br />De tant separar el gra de la palla<br />no la veu al seu propi ull.<br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">[Molt menys a l’aliè, és clar]</span><br /></p><br />Un somriure amb vista<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-591418945802626609?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-81782234650188256342007-08-23T11:18:00.000+02:002007-08-23T13:00:11.953+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=2d222f314ecf"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=2d222f314ecf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="marcin" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1182/1212187728_3edd95f7db_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Només barrejant <br />cendra i aigua<br />no es moldeja <br />cap au fènix.</p><br />Un somriure entre mític i mitològic<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-8178223465018825634?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-56254177845576186122007-08-17T18:29:00.000+02:002007-08-17T18:35:53.505+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=525e31577278"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=525e31577278" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="desfullar la margarita" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1400/1150540664_a169b21770_m.jpg" /><br /><br />A preguntes impossibles,<br />respostes evidents.</p><br />Un somriure empalagosament agredolç<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5625417784557618612?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-65731332984688999972007-08-07T19:27:00.000+02:002007-08-15T00:45:34.509+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=730066056d5f"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=730066056d5f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="majipoor" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1350/1016266738_2eea174449_m.jpg" /><br /><br />No em demanis la lluna<br />[sense lloc on poder-la guardar]</p><br />Un somriure en un cove<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-6573133298468899997?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-29527704132800367432007-07-28T20:01:00.000+02:002007-07-28T20:17:34.139+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=b6bff95fe593"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=b6bff95fe593" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="prismes" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1110/927720096_0a81de9340_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Les nostres limitacions <br />ens defineixen.<br /><br />Els nostres límits<br />ens difuminen.</p><br />Un somriure de punta fina<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-2952770413280036743?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-37482594664049842492007-07-16T14:08:00.000+02:002007-07-16T13:53:53.600+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=33ba7751a941"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=33ba7751a941" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="Tatiana-Trino" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1096/820790451_2b8e9c64cd_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Quan més s’afanya <br />a allunyar un dilluns, <br />abans li arriba el següent.</p><br />Un somriure per empaitar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3748259466404984249?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-46457545028644996962007-07-12T08:18:00.000+02:002007-07-12T12:18:37.068+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=374f6c16f631"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=374f6c16f631" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="Tiza" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1112/778896803_72475cc653_m.jpg" /><br /><br />De tant mirar les coses <br />d’una manera diferent,<br />va aprendre a veure’ls-hi.</p><br />Un somriure amb perspectiva<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-4645754502864499696?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-20333128382291132392007-07-05T20:07:00.000+02:002007-07-05T20:17:47.342+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=3fb932499e75"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=3fb932499e75" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="Carlos Marques" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1327/728446229_1b6bf9de27_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Quan no sap on fugir<br />li agrada venir a seure aquí<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[lluny de les gàrgoles]</span><br />a perdre la fe en la humanitat.</p><br />Un somriure amagat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-2033312838229113239?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-30090303629586926832007-07-03T08:01:00.000+02:002007-07-03T15:58:11.179+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=93fc1993a158"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=93fc1993a158" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="contigo" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1336/695001208_584a4bee58_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Com si l’única meta <br />fos sobreviure,<br />es limita a anar <br />esquivant el destí.</p><br />Un somriure marcat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3009030362958692683?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-76116317137680276352007-06-28T18:08:00.000+02:002007-06-28T18:16:14.328+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=5703ee2aebdf"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=5703ee2aebdf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="Mapplethorp-tulip" src="http://static.flickr.com/118/253948670_39f6c3d980_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Com és estimar-me?</p><br />Un somriure premeditat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-7611631713768027635?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-41364527352111790082007-06-26T00:56:00.000+02:002007-06-26T00:56:18.119+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=538193669cbe"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=538193669cbe" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="l'amor" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1119/624540782_a8807b2154_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Si una cosa tenen els impossibles<br />és que són altament improbables.</p><br />Un somriure reincident<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-4136452735211179008?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-55472558838097728592007-06-22T18:25:00.000+02:002007-06-26T01:28:27.327+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=8bd891f5129f"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=8bd891f5129f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="ceu angelet" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1257/590681774_5eb34a052d_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Hi ha dies que no pesen.<br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">[Cosa que no sé fins a quin punt<br />és bona o és dolenta]</span></p><br />Un somriure indeterminat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5547255883809772859?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-59410069588196152432007-06-16T12:10:00.000+02:002007-06-18T15:00:26.254+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=3222f034336f"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=3222f034336f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="dunas (mealha)" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1349/555937609_ef6dbd511f_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Si tan sols em llegissis<br />les línies de la mà ...</p><br />un somriure amb empremta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5941006958819615243?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-6836292128426864762007-06-13T11:59:00.000+02:002007-06-26T01:06:16.755+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=d3eba3191aea"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=d3eba3191aea" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="sombra-de-prata(senhoradotempo)" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1011/543804945_3d79db5942_m.jpg" /><br /><br />En l’estona que dura un cigarret<br />el món pot deixar de girar<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[i llavors apagar-se]</span></p><br />Un somriure de poc calat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-683629212842686476?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-7768372744019768552007-06-06T11:08:00.000+02:002007-06-06T20:36:21.791+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=d6fbaea60d82"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=d6fbaea60d82" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="ralph gibson" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1113/533466914_e780a7e18d_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Concentrar-se només<br />en tots els altres sentits.</p><br />Cinc somriures<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-776837274401976855?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-91970559583096023772007-06-02T11:43:00.000+02:002007-06-02T22:19:40.313+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=7dfd0466c90e"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=7dfd0466c90e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="red-wrap-1 electrowear" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/244/514714025_e0900097ed_m.jpg" /><br /><br />... I seguir-la<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[des]</span>vetllant encara.</p><br />Un somriure entrellaçat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-9197055958309602377?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-33004162814756014382007-05-24T11:18:00.000+02:002007-05-24T11:34:11.109+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=cb4cacb23fb7"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=cb4cacb23fb7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="1460272-07e4275c309d496dEllington1" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/225/511948108_ffad893f6a_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Desembolcallar-la.<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[i un cop descoberta,<br />Tornar-la a embolicar]</span><br /></p><br />Un somriure entre l'espant i la meravella<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3300416281475601438?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-35862295627002596532007-05-21T16:26:00.000+02:002007-05-21T16:32:42.267+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=d6a463bc3c0c"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=d6a463bc3c0c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="the face of violence" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/507729104_d650b78ba2_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Deixeu-me doncs parlar<br />d'allò que em fa por...</p><br />Un somriure sentit<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3586229562700259653?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-60106426094183524562007-05-17T00:11:00.000+02:002007-05-17T00:25:53.690+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=1125f233bb82"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=1125f233bb82" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="cor trencat" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/501325714_c87668269d_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Benvolgudes,<br />representa que aquí,<br />l’únic cor que es trenca,<br />és el meu.<br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">[ La literatura i jo agrairiem<br />que a partir d’ara, si més no,<br />fos així ]</span></p><br />Un somriure <span style="color:#999999;">[ fràgil ]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-6010642609418352456?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-30976075964306979462007-05-15T00:24:00.000+02:002007-05-15T10:21:37.479+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=e6022f80f521"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=e6022f80f521" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="Where_are_the_kids__pt2_by_Virus69" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/202/498342974_b4b5891d4b_m.jpg" /><br /><br />La primavera va ser meravellosa.<br />L’estiu ara, però,<br />ja s’ha acabat...</p><br />Un somriure amb metàfora i moralina<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-3097607596430697946?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-29430385862456696842007-05-13T15:50:00.000+02:002007-05-13T16:01:24.862+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=e5e0eaacd041"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=e5e0eaacd041" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="Nothing_is_Black_and_White__by_bainen" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/216/496177547_a94f05bd46_m.jpg" /></p><p align="justify"><br />En un pas de zebra només passa pel damunt de la part pintada. Per molt llargs que siguin només posa un peu a cada escaló. Camina esquivant les ombres del terra i si va per una acera sempre trepitja les rajoles fent a cada pas el moviment del cavall als escacs. Quan veu una línia, però, encara que només sigui de guix pintada al terra, l’única cosa que pot fer és travessar-la.</p><br />Un somriure a l'extrem d'allò quotidià<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-2943038586245669684?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-80351160022326122572007-05-07T19:54:00.000+02:002007-05-07T19:33:25.273+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=c85be9916053"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=c85be9916053" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="sense resposta" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/487240611_148b5e5421_m.jpg" /></p><p align="justify"><br />Quan saps que les estàs fent per última vegada, totes les coses, fins les més insignificants, tenen un altre significat. Potser per això i potser, també, perquè no podem evitar sentir una mena d’atracció romàntica per tot allò que és decadent, la millor manera que trobem de, posem per cas, passejar per Venècia és, precisament, pensar que s’enfonsa. </p><br />Un somriure (?)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-8035116002232612257?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-4015014721767944972007-05-06T18:56:00.000+02:002007-05-06T19:54:19.824+02:00<p align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=0&filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fdiva.wizard.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Smashing%20Pumpkins%20-%20Tonight%2C%20Tonight.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"></embed><br /><br /><img alt="ramon collado tango" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/482760355_c36178d61f_m.jpg" /></p><br /><p align="justify">Quan se li va acudir que l’únic inconvenient de que el temps passés massa depressa era que les busques es separaven massa ràpidament, va adonar-se que crispar els punys només havia servit per rebregar els records de les puntes dels dits, i amb el ferm propòsit de no deixar que el paper es tornés a esgrogueïr, deixant de banda la promesa que s’havia fet de no tornar a suportar les històries d’amor, va decidir començar a mirar només, a partir de llavors, com una agulla s’acosta a l’altra fins passar-li pel damunt.</p><br />Un<span style="color:#999999;"> [tic]</span> somriure <span style="color:#999999;">[tac]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-401501472176794497?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-43214875812330234202007-05-03T22:00:00.000+02:002007-05-04T17:53:44.676+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=069f2ef76051"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=069f2ef76051" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="1035480" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/483000443_3e90543582_m.jpg" /><br /><br />De tant pensar-la <br />quasi n'oblida <br />els petits detalls.</p><br />Un somriure perfilat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-4321487581233023420?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-90392392540625239152007-04-18T10:34:00.000+02:002007-04-22T22:36:59.703+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=8d238e0fe10a"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=8d238e0fe10a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="centrale_1" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/227/463813174_94f6050229_m.jpg" /></p><p align="justify"><br />De vegades, com que en el fons no són més que quatre parets, resulta que, tot i que tanquis bé les finestres, hi ha cases massa petites per amagar secrets massa grans.<br />Potser per això, i potser, també, perquè en una alquímia inversa l’or esdevé plom, quan començà a plorar per coses que ni tan sols sabia que sentia, i amb l’excusa que dues mirades no poden creuar-se quan una mira d’amagat, tot i no tenir tenir massa clar si calia deixar de ser la persona que era per poder trobar la que havia de ser, va decidir que la gràcia de tornar a començar era, precisament, tenir-ho tot per fer una altra vegada. <br />I és que al capdavall, -això ho dic jo- pensar que no som més que les nostres pors és un bon motiu per vèncer-les. </p><br />Un somriure... verd (?)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-9039239254062523915?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-52109062199123321362007-04-14T14:45:00.000+02:002007-11-29T12:02:44.288+01:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=37f396c90b69"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=37f396c90b69" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="(?)" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/206/458134827_bfc0f6522b_m.jpg" /></p><p align="justify"><br />Es veu que qui la va batejar com la ciutat de l’amor, deia que a Paris les morts petites ho eren una miqueta menys, de petites; i la veritat és que, tot i que avui en dia per ofegar-se en absenta no calgui sortir del Marsella, o que per mirar affiches de notredames del Moulin Rouge bellugant el pompidou el millor lloc sigui el museu d’Albi, (que és a trenta minuts de Tolouse i a mitja hora de Lautrec), el cendrer de qualsevol habitació de qualsevol pensió de la Gare du Nord encara és el lloc on més picant és l’olor dels Gauolises que es consumeixen -i es consumen- a l’acte. I és que Paris, més que un Veuve Clicquot i gambes al Maxim’s o un passeig amb bicicleta -sense mans- per Montmartre amb l’Amélie Poulain, és, sobretot, sobretot, la Juliette Binoche esperant-te al capdamunt d’unes escales massa estretes per pujar-les de bracet, mentre el piano de Belle du Jour es lamenta per sota una porta. </p><p></p><br />Un somriure de got llarg<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-5210906219912332136?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-14996514743982816042007-04-13T00:59:00.000+02:002007-04-12T21:51:06.286+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=d8b66b07b59d"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=d8b66b07b59d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="caress" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/249/456805612_4de5abfc10_m.jpg" /><br /><br />Divertit, temptador,<br />sorprenent...<br /><span style="color:#999999;">[Sovint, fins i tot,<br />inadequat]</span></p><br />Un somriure vanitós. Sí.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-1499651474398281604?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-4275191580970294402007-04-12T00:51:00.000+02:002007-04-12T01:07:33.249+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=b7989aa5e50f"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=b7989aa5e50f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="six_by_NuclearSeasons" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/237/455875320_372631d091_m.jpg" /><br /><br />No trigaria a descobrir<br />que el pitjor<br />d’enfrontar-se a un fantasma<br />és adonar-te<br />que allò que <span style="color:#999999;">[no]</span> pots vèncer<br />és real.</p><br />Un somriure com la vida mateixa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-427519158097029440?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9678126.post-6657073431959391072007-04-10T13:03:00.000+02:002007-04-10T13:12:26.676+02:00<p align="center"><object width="200" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=db067bb6b50c"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=db067bb6b50c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20"></embed></object><br /><br /><img alt="546 (?)" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/453826347_5b7f043497_m.jpg" /><br /><br />El realisme desmenteix<br />la grandesa tràgica<br />de la passió.</p><br />Un somriure d'aquells, ja saps...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9678126-665707343195939107?l=elgatfentvia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chatnoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09419395342334863365noreply@blogger.com0