L'excusa

Com sempre busco excuses per escriure. Avui l'excusa per una segona entrada en el mateix dia és la pluja. Ha caigut una tempesta impressionant, que m'ha enganxat comprant la Elle al quiosc de la cantonada. M'ha encantat tornar sota el meu paraigües i estar gran part de la tarda estirada al llit, tapada amb la manta, amb el meu gos als peus, llegint «Les Bienveillants» i la revista.

Però sobretot la meva excusa és dedicar-li una cançó al Jose:

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"A Message" - Coldplay

My song is love
Love to the loveless shown
And it goes up
You don't have to be alone
Your heavy heart
Is made of stone
And it's so hard to see you clearly
You don't have to be on your own
You don't have to be on your own

And I'm not gonna take it back
And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that
You're the target that I'm aiming at
Got to get that message home

My song is love
My song is love, unknown
But I'm on fire for you, clearly
You don't have to be alone
You don't have to be on your own

And I'm not gonna take it back
And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that
You're the target that I'm aiming at
And I'm nothing on my own
Got to get that message home

And I'm not gonna stand and wait
Not gonna leave it until it's much too late
On a platform I'm gonna stand and say
That I'm nothing on my own
And I love you, please come home

My song is love, is love unknown
And I've got to get that message home