En la nau som molt pobres, llavors quan hem d’acomiadar-nos d’algú no li comprem res, ens limitem a escriure versos encriptats (encriptats perquè el nostre anglés is asín), amb l’idea que tinguen algo que cantar per eixos indrets i traure’n profit i molts pennies from heaven.
Sempre que se’n va algú, al meu cap sonen eixes estrofes de Llach (a partir d’una Ítaca de Kavafis). Tinc afició a la solemnitat, què farem,,,
NOTA: la cançó és molt llarga però jo em referia al tercer acte, que comença al minut 11:39
El nostre regal…
Pennies from heaven (Ireland-fuck song)
I come from a country stolen, land scientists:
We are who have invented the terrestrials airports,
with bulls on the street, and dynamite the Country Place but
not as a change of government but as an ancient party…
And the philosophical sentence: “Stop it, little Vincenta”.
So I ask you one penny (not for droja, it’s for an umbrella)
Concretely I come from a little place called “Coital South”,
a village with corners, walabis and others tunnels of terror.
Later, you have to survive at Yutered, the ghosted factory
And then you’ll be rewarded: you are in Albalat yet! Almost in Mauella!
You couldn’t never say me: “we don’t pity you”
So I ask you one penny (but it isn’t for doja, it’s because my sad history)
I come from land of lords hateful do not want to have pretty girls
(just one mayoress but this is another story…), I am of the beautiful exile
So we have to travel to beautiful cities (yes, yes, you can clap)
a city without queens… more or less!
a city that was expropriated Ulysses to Grecians …
a city where rains Guiness, a city with god bless.. all women, even atheistic,
a city that wants to be a bilingual city and teaches valencià, clar que sí!
So I ask you one penny (or rather five because Mr. Fields doesn’t have smoking to dress)
I have arrived here because once upon a time,
when I was in a capuchinian terrace, with my kitesurf was well parked,
suddenly, appeared a Wizzard from OZ’s planet,
while He talked me about my red shoes and Ryan Air and some flight on Twister…
(They thought who was a communist because the oz and the hammer…)
the waitresses blinded him with antiviolators spray while he screamed and screamed:
“I just want to offer a chance: Dublin and his airs”
And finally, I ask you one penny (because it isn’t just for me, besides are lions, scarecrows, oil mans, actresses, writers, turkishes, turtles, cats, noses powers, peanuts…
one penny is a crowfunding
for building a new Valencia in a little parcel In Dublin,
the pack includes: one orxata,
three sunny days per week,
a plate of Paella without saffron,
and two classes of karaoke with the lessons:
“Little queen of Al-Adalus”
and “Problem? What Problem? I pay all of this! (without removing the toothpick from his mouth)