Mad World

Sembla que faci una eternitat que no faig post i només fa 4 o 5 dies…el cert és que aquests últims dies s’han fet llargs. De tant en tant a un servidor li agafen atacs filosòfics per així dir-ho i posa en qüestió diferents temes de sa vida, aquests dies li ha tocat rebre a la poesia…i perquè? Doncs perquè tinc la sensació que sempre escric el mateix, és un peix mossegant-se la cua, i el cert és que no hi sé com tirar endavant. M’han dit que llegeixi, i això penso fer però a veure si te algun efecte. De mentre un servidor es dedica a qüestionar allò que pot, us deixo amb el vídeo d’una cançó que he descobert fa pocs dies titulada Mad World, de Gary Jules.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, No expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, No tomorrow


And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
These dreams in which i'm dying, Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very...
Mad World, Mad World


Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
Look right through me, Look right through me


And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
These dreams in which i'm dying, Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very...
Mad World, Mad World