Cel rogent, pluja o vent
Fotografia: Pilar Jarque |
LA CADERNERA
Al primer pis hi ha un gos danès,
malhumorat de viure-hi pres.
Al segon, un lloro ensopit
repeteix el que sempre ha dit.
Al terç, planyívol, feia el gat:
-Pogués escapar-me al terrat!
Al quart, de temps ha llogador,
l'aranya fila en un racó.
En el quint pis, de sobte, un dia,
ofert a uns vells patriarcals,
la cadernera fa alegria,
gentil remei a tants de mals;
ja lloro i gat, aranya i gos,
troben el viure delitós.
Josep Carner
The Cow
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
Robert Louis Stevenson
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