The lovers are losing

Avui és una d'aquelles tarda-nits, que costa no pensar en l'endemà. Després d'un cap de setmana llarg, on no has parat d'anar amunt i avall i has estat amb aquells amb qui vols estar quan disposes de temps lliure, costa no pensar en que demà toca tornar a la rutina, a la uni, al curru, a entrenar...però es lu que hi ha! No hi podem fer res, d'aquí poc tornarem a disposar de "temps lliure", amb les vacances de Nadal que estan al caure i amb més temps per aprofitar fen allò que t'agrada i també per estudiar pels exàmens.

Han estat bé aquests dies, tret del tema handbolístic, que millor no parlar-ne. El partit del Barça: espectacular, aquesta setmana contra el Madrid pot ser un día històric, llàstima que sempre que s'esperen grans golejades difícilment acabent consumant-se, jeje. Passar el dia a Vic: la sensació d'haver aprofitat molt bé un diumenge, em va agradar molt la fira Medieval, el "pulpo a la gallega" (...típic de Vic) estava boníssim i vam riure bastant dient tonteries. Karting: una bona manera d'acabar el finde llarg :).

Doncs poca cosa més...us deixo una cançó que comença a sonar per la ràdio. La foto, justament fa un any a París.

Keane - The lovers are losing

I dreamed I was drowning
in the river Thames
I dreamed I had nothing at all
nothing but my own skin

Slipped away from your open hand
into the river
saw your face looking back at me
I saw my past
and I saw my future

You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
you cut them up and spread them out on the floor
you're full of hope as you begin rearranging
put it all back together
but anyway you look at things and try
the lovers are losing

I dreamed I was watching
a young lover's dance
I reached out to touch your hand
but I was watching from a distance

we cling to love like a skidding car
clinched to the corner
I try to hold on to what we are
the more I squeeze the quicker we all are

You take the pieces of the dreams that you have
cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
you cut them up and spread them out on the floor
you're full of hope as you begin rearranging
put it all back together
but anyway you look at things and try
the lovers are losing

I dreamed I had nothing at all (nothing at all)
I dreamed I had nothing at all

You take the pieces of the dreams that you had
cause you don't like the way they seem to be going
you cut them up and spread them out on the floor
you're full of hope as you begin rearranging
put it all back together
but in the final reckoning
we're trying
the lovers are losing.

Qui la vulgui traduïda, aquí esta.