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La Girafa


Avui que veig tan trista la teva mirada,
i els teus braços tan prims, abraçant-te els genolls,
Escolta: lluny, ben lluny, a les ribes del Txad
vaga la insigne girafa.

Té un aire graciós, té el do de la tendresa
i li adorna la pell un màgic arabesc.
Amb ell només la lluna gosa comparar-se,
quan es desfà i es gronxa a l’aigua del gran llac.

De lluny, sembla un vaixell de velam virolat,
amb la cursa que traça, vol joiós d’ocell.
Jo sé que la terra veu moltes coses belles
quan a la posta es colga a la gruta de marbre.

Sé contes alegres sobre llocs de misteri,
noies negres, passions de joves cabdills,
però tu has aspirat tant temps boires feixugues,
que no vols creure en res més que no sigui la pluja.

I com et parlaré del jardí tropical,
d’esveltes palmeres, d’ignotes sentors d’herba...
Que plores? Doncs escolta... lluny, en el llac Txad
vaga la insigne girafa.

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