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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link href="https://minicris.blogia.com/feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><title>PAraUleS*</title><description/><link>https://minicris.blogia.com</link><language>es</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2023 12:02:20 +0000</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogia</generator><item><title>Desgla&#xE7;</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/060402-desglac.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/060402-desglac.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">La serp surt de la seva<br />tretzena muda<br />tremolosa i erecta.<br />-Un llamp de pedra f&ograve;ssil<br />de sobte massa viu.<br />L&iacute;quid esglai:<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; desgla&ccedil;.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Desgla&ccedil; (1988)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">&nbsp;</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Aquest poema <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: CA; mso-fareast-font-family: &rsquo;Times New Roman&rsquo;; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-fareast-language: CA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;">&eacute;s un recull dens, amb tres apartats diferenciats. La imatge del desgla&ccedil;, la recuperaci&oacute; de la flu&iuml;desa de l&rsquo;aigua que, ja en poemaris anteriors de Mar&ccedil;al, representa per excel&middot;l&egrave;ncia el femen&iacute;, simbolitza el retorn a la vida i al sentit. El desgla&ccedil; es pot produir una vegada superada la mort del pare o, m&eacute;s ben dit, la mort que duu la &laquo;Llei del Pare&raquo;, la responsable d&rsquo;aquesta petrificaci&oacute;</span></span></p>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 19:34:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>MARIA MERC&#xC8; MAR&#xC7;AL</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/060401-maria-merce-marcal.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/060401-maria-merce-marcal.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Maria Merc&egrave; Mar&ccedil;al va n&eacute;ixer el 13 de novembre de 1952 a Barcelona per&ograve; va anar a Ivars d&rsquo;Urgell, Lleida, on va passar la seva inf&agrave;ncia i per aix&ograve; la considerava la seva vila natal. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Es va donar a con&egrave;ixer en 1977 amb la publicaci&oacute; de Cau de Llunes, obra que va guanyar el Premi de Poesia Carles Riba en 1976. En 1979 va publicar Bruixa de dol, que es va convertir en un dels llibres m&eacute;s venuts de la poesia catalana dels &uacute;ltims 15 anys. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Molts dels seus poemes van ser convertits en can&ccedil;ons per cantautors catalans com Maria del Mar Bonet, Marina Rossell, Ramon Muntaner, Celdoni Fonoll i Teresa Rebull. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Amb el seu primera i &uacute;nica novel&middot;la, La passi&oacute; segons Ren&eacute;e Vivien, va guanyar en 1994 <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>el I Premi de Novel&middot;la Carlemagny, el Premi Instituci&oacute; dels Lletres Catalans i el Prudenci Bertrana i es va donar a con&egrave;ixer fora dels cercles po&egrave;tics. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Com traductora, va destacar en la traducci&oacute; al catal&agrave; d&rsquo;obres de Colette i Marguerite Yourcenar. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Va morir en la matinada del 5 de juliol de 1998 a Barcelona, a causa d&rsquo;un c&agrave;ncer que va sofrir durant temps, despr&eacute;s dels funerals a Barcelona la hi va enterrar a Ivars d&rsquo;Urgell.</span></p>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 08:37:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>RAINER MARIA RILKE</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/060103-rainer-maria-rilke.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/060103-rainer-maria-rilke.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-ansi-language: CA;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Art&iacute;fex d'una poesia herm&egrave;tica i enlluernadora, fill de la pobresa, el desarrelament i l'angoixa d'un &eacute;sser inadaptat. Rainer Maria Rilke, va acumular a les seves circumst&agrave;ncies vitals a m&eacute;s el fet de ser homosexual en una societat especialment repressiva. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-ansi-language: CA;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-ansi-language: CA;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Rilke, Rainer Maria (1875-1926), escriptor austr&iacute;ac, nascut a Praga, considerat un dels poetes moderns m&eacute;s importants i innovadors de la literatura alemanya, pel seu prec&iacute;s estil l&iacute;ric, les seves simb&ograve;liques imatges i les seves reflexions espirituals.</span></span></p>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 16:25:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>LAS ROSAS</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/060102-las-rosas.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/060102-las-rosas.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Si tu frescura a veces nos sorprende tanto<br />dichosa rosa,<br />es que en ti misma, por dentro,<br />p&eacute;talo contra p&eacute;talo, descansas.<br /><br />Conjunto bien despierto cuyo centro<br />duerme, mientras se tocan, innumerables,<br />las ternuras de ese coraz&oacute;n silencioso<br />que suben hasta la extrema boca.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: CA;"></span></p>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>CANCI&#xD3;N DE AMOR</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/060101-cancion-de-amor.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/060101-cancion-de-amor.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: georgia,palatino;"><p><span style="font-family: Georgia;">&iquest;C&oacute;mo sujetar mi alma para<br />que no roce la tuya?<br />&iquest;C&oacute;mo debo elevarla<br />hasta las otras cosas, sobre ti?<br />Quisiera cobijarla bajo cualquier objeto perdido,<br />en un rinc&oacute;n extra&ntilde;o y mudo<br />donde tu estremecimiento no pudiese esparcirse. <br /><br />Pero todo aquello que tocamos, t&uacute; y yo,<br />nos une, como un golpe de arco,<br />que una sola voz arranca de dos cuerdas.<br />&iquest;En qu&eacute; instrumento nos tensaron?<br />&iquest;Y qu&eacute; mano nos pulsa formando ese sonido?<br />&iexcl;Oh, dulce canto!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">&nbsp;</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: CA;">Aquest poema titulat <strong>&ldquo;<em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Canci&oacute;n de amor&rdquo;</em></strong> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>est&agrave; dividit en dos parts. El tema principal &eacute;s l&rsquo;amor, per&ograve; en cada part ho interpreta amb uns s&iacute;mbols diferents.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: CA;">La primera part tracta sobre l&rsquo;amor. Ell sent un amor cap a una dona. Utilitza l&rsquo; &agrave;nima com a s&iacute;mbol del seu amor cap a ella, diu que la guardaria la seva &agrave;nima perqu&egrave; el seu sentiment no arribes. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: CA;">La segona part parla de ells dos units com un<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>instrument. &Eacute;s pregunta qui tocar&agrave; el instrument que ell i ella formen. </span></p><span style="font-family: georgia,palatino;"><p>&nbsp;</p></span></span><p>&nbsp;</p></p><p>&nbsp;</p>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Feminisme a Ramona, Ad&#xE9;u</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/052201-feminisme-a-ramona-adeu.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/052201-feminisme-a-ramona-adeu.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>El feminisme &eacute;s una cr&iacute;tica a la desigualtat social entre dones i homes, i proclamen la promoci&oacute; de drets de la dona. Les teories feministes q&uuml;estionen la relaci&oacute; entre sexe, sexualitat i el poder social, pol&iacute;tic i econ&ograve;mic. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&nbsp;</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Les dones varen comen&ccedil;ar a reaccionar l&rsquo;any 1970, any de la Revoluci&oacute; Feminista, van aconseguir alguns drets m&eacute;s importants, no van acabar amb el masclisme en la nostra societat per&ograve; si el van reduir en gran part. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&nbsp;</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>En el llibre <em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Ramona, Ad&eacute;u</span></em> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>el feminisme apareix amb les tres protagonistes, per&ograve; la m&eacute;s feminista de totes &eacute;s la mundeta filla. Totes tres viuen en un m&oacute;n d&rsquo;homes. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Els tres personatges, ens representen el punt de vista de la dona en la societat en diferents &egrave;poques. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&nbsp;</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 35.4pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">-Abans del franquisme &eacute;s l&rsquo;etapa de l&rsquo;&agrave;via Ramona. &Eacute;s l&rsquo;&egrave;poca del<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>su&iuml;cidi de la generaci&oacute; rom&agrave;ntica de la preguerra i la guerra. En aquesta &egrave;poca la dona no tenia dret ni veu en assembles i altres coses. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 35.4pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&nbsp;</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 35.4pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">-En el franquisme &eacute;s l&rsquo;etapa de la mare Ramona. Ella &eacute;s una dona debil, poruga.</span><span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ella viu en un m&oacute;n<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>masclista perqu&egrave; durant el franquisme la dona se li donava el paper de procreadora i mestressa de casa, no considerant-la apta per a res que comport&eacute;s un grau m&eacute;s elevat de dificultat, reprimint-la i a&iuml;llant-la del m&oacute;n exterior. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>La seva vida &eacute;s veu envoltada dintre d&rsquo;una guerra on pot perdre el seu marit.</span><span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 35.4pt; line-height: 150%;"><span><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: Times New Roman;">&nbsp;</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 35.4pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">-Despr&egrave;s del franquisme &eacute;s l&rsquo;etapa de la filla Ramona. Ella viu molt m&eacute;s liberal sense dependre dels homes. Aquesta &egrave;poca comen&ccedil;a el moviment feminista, perqu&egrave; la dona comen&ccedil;a a tenir veu en assemblees. Tamb&eacute; &eacute;s veu en que alguns universitaris que viuen un desfasament entre el m&oacute;n que somien i la realitat que volen transformar.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 35.4pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&nbsp;</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 18.0pt;"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>La mundeta filla &eacute;s la m&eacute;s feminista de totes tres. Despr&egrave;s d&rsquo;una guerra (el franquisme) comencen haver-hi assemblees i llavors &eacute;s quan la dona comen&ccedil;a a tenir veu en elles, quan la dona pot comen&ccedil;ar a votar. Aix&ograve; fa que comenci el moviment feminista, on la dona comen&ccedil;ar&agrave; a lluitar per la igualtat entre dones i homes. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 18.0pt;"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%; tab-stops: 18.0pt;"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&Eacute;s veu el poc feminisme que hi havia durant l&rsquo;&egrave;poca de la mundeta mare en aquest fragment: <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">&ldquo;L<em>a kati tamb&eacute; volia que jo hi an&eacute;s, per&ograve; a en Joan no feia massa gr&agrave;cia, deia que si em deixava veure gaire, a la llarga el comprometreria.&rdquo;</em></span></strong><em><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Georgia;"> </span></em></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;">En aquest fragment veiem clarament com el seu marit li diu que no &eacute;s deixi veure gaire i ella li fa cas, no fa el que vol ella sino el que vol ell. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&nbsp;</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>L&rsquo;&agrave;via tamb&eacute; &eacute;s feminista en la seva &egrave;poca en aquest fragment del llibre es pot observa:</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 35.4pt; line-height: 150%;"><strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><em><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;No m&rsquo;agraden les feines de la casa, no m&rsquo;hi entenc.&rdquo; </span></span></em></strong></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;">En aquesta frase veiem com la mundeta &agrave;via no vol fer les feines de casa. Des de sempre les feines de la casa han estat atribu&iuml;des a les dones, aix&iacute; veiem com la mundeta &agrave;via &eacute;s nega a fer-les.</span> </span></p>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 09:42:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>LOS H&#xD2;MENS</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/040904-los-homens.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/040904-los-homens.php</guid><description><![CDATA[Los h&ograve;mens que tenen por<br />s&oacute;n com los gossos porucs:<br />et mosseguen amb agror<br />sense fer ni dos lladrucs.<br /><br /><br />Molt prisumir lo gallet<br />d&#39;anar sobrat de gallines,<br />i encabat dins lo llitet<br />no sap moure les pitxines.<br />]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>TAM-TAM</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/040903-tam-tam.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/040903-tam-tam.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;">El costellam de l&rsquo;esquelet del poema no pot suportar<br />aquest batec bant&uacute;, xul&uacute; del nostre cor.<br />La sang, a rierades, corre per les temples.<br />La paraula se&rsquo;ns torna a palmell fred de m&agrave;.<br />El vers arrampat al naixement de la bragueta.<br />Jo s&oacute;c un poema vaginal.<br />Tu ets una verga po&egrave;tica.<br />Aix&ograve; &eacute;s amor. El Sena ho sap.<br />No s&eacute; parlar.<br />No puc dir res.<br />Tinc la llengua paralitzada a la teva boca.<br />S&oacute;c un animal aja&ccedil;at dins del j&oacute;c de la teva boca.<br />S&oacute;c un animal assedegat de l&rsquo;aigua de la teva boca.<br />Tot el m&oacute;n per una dol&ccedil;a construcci&oacute; del Nosaltres en l&rsquo;Un.<br />El m&oacute;n ho sap.<br />Aix&ograve; &eacute;s l&rsquo;amor.<br />Tam-tam antics a la selva de les venes.<br />L&rsquo;esquelet del poema no pot suportar aquesta embranzida.<br />Defalleix sense ser ni no ser.<br />Ja no tinc veu.<br />Et tinc ben meu.<br />Tu i jo ho sabem. Aix&ograve; &eacute;s l&rsquo;amor.</span>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Ball Robat</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/040902-ball-robat.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/040902-ball-robat.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: georgia,palatino;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Jon&agrave;s, pseud&ograve;nim de Joan Oliver, va escriure un article titulat <em>Candilejas Ag&oacute;nicas</em>, per la revista <em>Destino</em>, en que Joan Oliver ens mostra la seva preocupaci&oacute; per la decad&egrave;ncia del teatre Catal&agrave; dels anys cinquanta.</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Joan Oliver, mitjan&ccedil;ant preguntes ret&ograve;riques ens vol fer veure la decad&egrave;ncia del teatre Catal&agrave;,<strong> &ldquo;&iquest;Debemos resignarnos a asistir a la muerte lenta pero fatal del arte esc&eacute;nico?&rdquo; </strong>Amb aquesta pregunta ens confirma realment que el teatre Catal&agrave; est&agrave; en decad&egrave;ncia. </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">L&rsquo; autor ens vol deixar const&agrave;ncia de que en aquella &egrave;poca parlar de teatre era parlar d&rsquo;un nom i una obra, Sagarra. Un clar exemple del que ell deia &eacute;s: <strong>&ldquo;...Veremos que el teatro catal&aacute;n de hoy no es m&aacute;s que un nombre y una obra: Sagarra.&rdquo;</strong> </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Ens parla sobre la relaci&oacute; entre el cinema i el teatre. En aquest fragment del text ens em de preguntar si encara tenim la necessitat social del teatre. El teatre en nom&eacute;s un camp el teatre pot guanyar al cinema, &eacute;s l&rsquo;imperi de la paraula viva, les emocions que els personatges ens transmeten quan estan representant. </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">En el quart par&agrave;graf<span>&nbsp; </span>Joan<span>&nbsp; </span>Oliver ens torna a parlar sobre el cinema. Nosaltres com a part de la massa ens pensem que tenim opini&oacute; per&ograve; en realitat no en tenim, ja que &eacute;s manipulada per els empresaris de l&rsquo;industria cinematogr&agrave;fica. </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Joan Oliver pensa que es pitjor <strong>&ldquo;el remedio que la enfermedad&rdquo;,</strong> &eacute;s a dir, que per a ell ja no te soluci&oacute; el problema. Per&ograve; encara est&agrave; la minoria <strong>&ldquo;la gloriosa, infortunada, inquieta, benem&eacute;rita minor&iacute;a&rdquo;,</strong> s&oacute;n aquells que lleuran i no recullen. S&oacute;n els que mantenen en vida parts de l&rsquo;art.<span>&nbsp; </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Hi ha hagut intents de petits grups per salvar-lo. S&rsquo;ha de fer alguna cosa pel teatre Catal&agrave;. Tot i aix&ograve; hi ha una minoria que s&rsquo;ha posat mans a l&rsquo;obra. Ens queda una petita esperan&ccedil;a. Per&ograve; aix&ograve; no &eacute;s tot, la minoria intenta contagiar a la majoria de que ajudin a que el teatre Catal&agrave; torni a ser el que va ser un dia. Tenim l&rsquo;esperan&ccedil;a en la minoria.</span></span></p>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 17:06:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Biografia de Dolors Miquel</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/040901-biografia-de-dolors-miquel.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/040901-biografia-de-dolors-miquel.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Dolors Miquel va n&eacute;ixer a&nbsp;Lleida l&#39;any 1960. A part de ser poeta, treballa de professora d&#39;ensenyament secundari. Ha publicat cinc llibres de poemes: <em><strong>El vent i la casa tancada</strong></em> (1990), <em><strong>Llibre dels homes</strong></em> (1998), <strong>Haih&uacute;s del camioner</strong> (1999), <em><strong>Gitana Roc</strong></em> (2000) i <em><strong>Mos de gat</strong></em> (2002). L&#39;obra po&egrave;tica de Dolors Miquel ha estat guardonada amb el premi Rosa Leveroni. En narrativa ha publicat <em><strong>Maruja Reyes s&oacute;c jo</strong></em> (1992). La seva poesia s&#39;endinsa en un ayantguardisme en que li dona molta import&agrave;ncia a les arrels de la gent del carrer. Tamb&eacute; s&#39;hi troba en els seus poemes un lirisme desfermat, que cont&eacute; imatges vibrants i amb molta pot&egrave;ncia.</p>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 08:42:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Ball Robat</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/040301-ball-robat.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/040301-ball-robat.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Cugat: Digues-ho tot: i estimes la teva dona d&#39;una manera molt relativa.</p><p>Oleguer: Com et sembli... Per&ograve; estimo absolutament la meva reputaci&oacute; i l&#39;esc&agrave;ndol m&#39;esgarrifa... </p><p>He agafat aquest fragment on parlen el Cugat i l&#39;Oleguer perqu&egrave; &eacute;s veu clarament com l&#39;Oleguer no estima&nbsp;a la seva dona. Ell no deixa que la seva vida intima afecti a la seva vida professional, perqu&egrave; l&#39;esc&agrave;ndol l&#39;esgarrifa tant que arriba a estimar m&eacute;s el seu treball que a la seva propia dona.</p>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 09:23:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>ENRIC CASASSES</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/030903-enric-casasses.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/030903-enric-casasses.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia"><p style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 6pt; line-height: 18pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span></em><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><span style="font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Georgia"><em><span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: Georgia">Qui s&oacute;c? s&oacute;c la veu coneguda que sembla que et cridi en la casa buida...</span></em><span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: Arial"></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia"><em><span style="color: #ff9900; font-family: Georgia">Per qu&egrave; escric? no ho s&eacute;.</span></em></span> <p><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia">Barcelona, 1951</span> </p></span><p style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: Georgia">Enric Casasses compta amb una llarga traject&ograve;ria que l&rsquo;avala (els seus primers llibres s&oacute;n de principis dels setanta), per&ograve; en els darrers temps ha acabat assolint un reconeixement merescut i s&rsquo;ha convertit en un punt de refer&egrave;ncia ineludible del panorama po&egrave;tic catal&agrave;. Fins i tot es pot afirmar, sense exageraci&oacute;, que ha creat escola. Tamb&eacute; &eacute;s dels qui m&eacute;s han contribu&iuml;t, amb els seus recitals espectaculars, a fer viva la poesia fora dels llibres i de la lletra impresa. Els seus textos parteixen sovint de la construcci&oacute; ling&uuml;&iacute;stica d&#39;una imatge (o d&#39;una idea) a partir de la qual, i des de dintre mateix del poema, s&#39;ofereix una particular visi&oacute; del temps i de les coses. &Eacute;s quan escampa la boira que les frases agafen forma i flueix el riu, tal i com diu en una de les seves composicions recents. La seva &eacute;s una poesia transgressora i precisament pot ser-ho perqu&egrave; paral&middot;lelament posa de manifest un vast coneixement de la tradici&oacute; po&egrave;tica.&nbsp;</span></p><p style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: Georgia"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><strong><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">Premis literaris</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><strong><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span></strong><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">Cr&iacute;tica Serra d&#39;Or de poesia, 1992:<em> </em></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><em>La cosa aquella</em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">Premi de la cr&iacute;tica - poesia catalana, </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">1993:<em> </em></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><em>No hi &eacute;rem</em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">Premi Carles Riba, 1995:<em> </em></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><em>Cal&ccedil;</em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">Ausi&agrave;s March de poesia de Gandia, 1996:<em> </em></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><em>D&#39;equivocar-se aix&iacute;</em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span><strong><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">Llibres publicats</span></strong><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">&nbsp;<strong>Narrativa breu</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">La bragueta encallada</span></em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">El poble del costat</span></em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">Que dormim? seguit de Set poemes per a *** i Songs for Petra</span></em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span><strong><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">Obres representades</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><strong><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span></strong><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">Do&#39;m</span></em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">. Barcelona: Sala Beckett, 2003</span></span></p><span style="font-family: Georgia"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">Mon&ograve;leg del perd&oacute;</span></em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">. Barcelona: Espai Brossa, 2005 </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial"></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia"><p style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify">&nbsp;</p></span>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>NARC&#xCD;S</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/030902-narcis.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/030902-narcis.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #ff9900">Est&agrave;s enamorat de tu mateix </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">com un pebrot vermell, com un pinyol </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">de cirera vermell i si no qu&egrave;? </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">Com una taula de cent vint canals,&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #ff9900">&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">com un ruixat que ho devastava tot, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">com un esc&agrave;ndol que ha d&#39;arru&iuml;nar </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">tot un imperi, com un accident </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">de pura mala sort, com el rocam&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #ff9900">&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">filosofal, com l&#39;Ebre cap a Flix, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">com un lleuger vaixell de vela eixint </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">del golf, i encara com un gra de sal,&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #ff9900">&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">com escorpins, renecs caragolats, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">vora el cam&iacute; baladres plens de pols </span></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900"></span><span style="color: #ff9900">i com el gall que gira com el vent. </span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><span style="color: #33cccc">He escollit aquest tema principalment perqu&egrave; parla sobre Narc&iacute;s i la seva bogeria amb ell mateix. <span>&nbsp;</span>L&rsquo;autor el compara, dient que <em>estar enamorat de tu mateix com un pebrot vermell, com un pinyol de cirera vermell.</em> Despr&egrave;s li vol dir que si no ho esta que passar&agrave;? </span><span style="color: #33cccc">El tema del poema tracta sobre l&rsquo;amor propi, estar tan enamorat de tu mateix fins arribar a cert punt. </span></p>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>UN AIRE</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/030901-un-aire.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/030901-un-aire.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #444444"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">La nit &eacute;s un privilegi </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">teixit tot de seda i or </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">i ara et jugues el teu sostre </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">per tastar-ne la finor. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">I et lleva la pell, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">et guanya les bales, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">fa ballar les portes, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">tot perqu&egrave; t&#39;hi vegis. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">Llavors obren els llavis </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">finestres de l&#39;amor </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">i sembla que s&#39;ofeguin, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">que diguin per favor. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia">La nit &eacute;s d&eacute;u vist de cara.</span><span style="color: #00ccff"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia">&nbsp; </span></span></p><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #3366ff; font-family: Georgia">He triat aquest poema perqu&egrave; des d&rsquo;un punt de vista objectiu el pots fer teu. <span>&nbsp;</span>Tot i que l&rsquo;estil del poeta no et fa arribar a un punt concret.</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #3366ff; font-family: Georgia">El tema del poema va dirigit cap a una noia, per la qual expressa un desig de sortir de nit,<span>&nbsp; </span>ja que la &uacute;ltima &eacute;s preciosa i la convida a gaudir-la, ( <em>et jugues el teu sostre per tastar-ne la finor-</em> ).</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #3366ff; font-family: Georgia"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #3366ff; font-family: Georgia">La intenci&oacute; del poeta no es veu clarament en el poema, perqu&egrave; &eacute;s un tema for&ccedil;a lliure que potser no hi ha una forma concreta d&rsquo; interpretar-lo. </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia"><p style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 6pt; line-height: 18pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p></span>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 13:14:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Vive sin horas</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/021202-vive-sin-horas.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/021202-vive-sin-horas.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus">Vive sem horas. Quanto mede pesa, <br />E quanto pensas mede. <br />Num fluido incerto nexo, como o rio <br />Cujas ondas s&atilde;o ele, <br />Assim teus dias v&ecirc;, e se te vires <br />Passar, como a outrem, cala. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Vive sin horas. Cu&aacute;nto mide pesa, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Y cuanto piensas mide. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">En un fluido incierto nexo, como el r&iacute;o </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Las olas del cual son &eacute;l, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">As&iacute; tus d&iacute;as ve, y si te vieras </span></span></p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Papyrus">Pasar, como los otras, calla.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Papyrus"> </span></span>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 20:49:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Mar Portugu&#xE9;s</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/021201-mar-portugues.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/021201-mar-portugues.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: Papyrus">Mar Portugu&ecirc;s</span></p><span style="color: black; font-family: Papyrus"></span>&nbsp; <p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus">O mar salgado, quanto do teu sal<br />S&atilde;o l&aacute;grimas de Portugal!<br />Por te cruzarmos, quantas m&atilde;es choraram,<br />Quantos filhos em v&atilde;o rezaram!<br />Quantas noivas ficaram por casar<br />Para que fosses nosso, &oacute; mar!<br /><br />Valeu a pena? Tudo vale a pena<br />Se a alma n&atilde;o &eacute; pequena.<br />Quem quer passar al&eacute;m do Bojador.<br />Tem que passar al&eacute;m da dor.<br />Deus ao mar o perigo e o abismo deu,<br />Mas nele &eacute; que espelhou o c&eacute;u.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Mar Portugu&egrave;s&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">&nbsp;</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Oh mar salada, quanta de la teva sal </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">S&oacute;n ll&agrave;grimes de Portugal! </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Per creuar-te, quantes mares </span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">van plorar, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Quants fills en va van resar! </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Quantes n&uacute;vies van quedar per casar </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Perqu&egrave; fossis nostra, oh mar!&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">&nbsp;</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Va valer la pena? Tot val la pena </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Si l&#39;&agrave;nima no &eacute;s petita.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Qui vol passar all&egrave;n el Bojador.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Ha de passar all&egrave;n el dolor. </span></span></p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">D&eacute;u al mar el perill i l&#39;abisme va donar, </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Papyrus"><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Papyrus">Mes va anar en ell on el cel es va mirar.</span></p></span>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 20:40:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Fernando Pessoa</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/021001-fernando-pessoa.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/021001-fernando-pessoa.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: &#39;Century Gothic&#39;"><strong><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Fernando Ant&oacute;nio Nogueira Pessoa</span></strong><span style="font-family: Papyrus"> (Lisboa, 13 de juny de 1888 &mdash; Lisboa, 30 de novembre de 1935), m&eacute;s conegut com Fernando Pessoa, &eacute;s un dels majors poetes i escriptors de la llengua portuguesa i de la literatura europea. Va tenir una vida discreta, centrada en el periodisme, la publicitat, el comer&ccedil; i, principalment, la literatura, en la qual es va desdoblegar en diverses personalitats conegudes com heter&ograve;nims. </span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">De dia Pessoa es guanyava la vida com traductor. A la nit escrivia poesia. No escrivia "la seva" pr&ograve;pia poesia, sin&oacute; la poesia de diversos autors ficticis, diferents en veu, estil i maneres. Va publicar sota diversos heter&ograve;nims (dels quals els m&eacute;s importants s&oacute;n Ricardo Reis, Alberto Caeiro, &Aacute;lvaro de Campos i Bernardo Soares), i fins i tot va publicar cr&iacute;tiques contra les seves pr&ograve;pies obres signades per les seves heter&ograve;nims. </span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Havent viscut la major part de la seva joventut a Sud-&agrave;frica, on va estudiar durant la seva joventut, la llengua anglesa va tenir import&agrave;ncia en la seva vida, doncs Pessoa tradu&iuml;a, treballava i pensava en aquest idioma. La figura enigm&agrave;tica que es va convertir motiva gran part dels estudis sobre la seva vida i la seva obra. </span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Va morir per problemes hep&agrave;tics als 47 anys en la mateixa ciutat que naix&eacute;s, deixant una descomunal obra in&egrave;dita que encara suscita an&agrave;lisi i controv&egrave;rsies.</span></span> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify" class="MsoNormal"></p>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 19:37:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Pere Quart</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/011304-pere-quart.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/011304-pere-quart.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Papyrus">Joan Oliver i Sallar&egrave;s, que va utilitzar com poeta el pseud&ograve;nim Pere Quart (Sabadell, 1899- Barcelona, 1986) est&agrave; considerat un dels poetes i dramaturg m&eacute;s important de la literatura catalana. </span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Va n&eacute;ixer en el seny d&rsquo;una destacada fam&iacute;lia de la burgesia industrial sabadellense. Va ser el quart dels onze germans, dels que va ser l&rsquo;&uacute;nic supervivent. D&rsquo;aqu&iacute; va agafar el pseud&ograve;nim amb el que va confirm&agrave; la seva obra po&egrave;tica: Pere Quart. Va estudiar dret. En 1919 va formar el Grup Sabadell junt amb el novel&middot;lista Francesc Trabal i el poeta cr&iacute;tic Armand Obiols. En aquest grup es combina l&rsquo;influencia del vanguardisme amb el humorisme m&eacute;s local i el gust pel rigor i l&rsquo;obra ben feta.</span><span style="font-family: Papyrus"><span>&nbsp;</span><span>Durant la guerra civil espanyola es va comprometre pol&iacute;ticament amb el b&agrave;ndol republic&agrave;.</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Va Ser anomenat president de la Associaci&oacute; d&rsquo;Escriptors Catalans i cap de publicacions de la Conselleria de Cultura de la Generalitat.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">A m&eacute;s, &eacute;s cofundador i cap de publicacions de la Instituci&oacute; dels Lletres Catalans i autor de la lletra de l&#39;himne de l&#39;ex&egrave;rcit popular catal&agrave;.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana"> </span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">En 1948 va tornar a Barcelona, on el franquisme es va caracteritzar per l&#39;autoritarisme i la repressi&oacute;. Va estar pres durant tres mesos en la pres&oacute; Model de Barcelona. </span>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 19:29:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Can&#xE7;&#xF3; expl&#xED;cita</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/011303-canco-explicita.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/011303-canco-explicita.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Papyrus">Tant el llibre com la rosa,<br />tant la lluna com el sol.<br />Les albades amb alosa<br />o les nits amb rossinyol.<br />Tant l&#39;amada, que no gosa,<br />com l&#39;amant, que tot ho vol.<br />Tant la casa com la llosa<br />per&#39; tu sol...<br /><br />Vindr&agrave; temps que et far&agrave; nosa<br />o et ser&agrave; de poc consol<br />qualsevol, qualsevol cosa,<br />qualsevol.<br /><br />Del llibre <em>Sal&oacute; de tardor</em>, 1947.</span><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>S&#xCD;NTESI</title><link>https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/011302-sintesi.php</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://minicris.blogia.com/2008/011302-sintesi.php</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: Papyrus">La Constituci&oacute;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus">no em fa fred ni calor. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">L&#39;ha feta sense mi </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">un ardat grimpador</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">cobej&oacute;s i mesqu&iacute; </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">d&#39;experts sense pari&oacute; </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">en l&#39;art de consentir. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Ben pocs votaran NO </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">i molts votaran S&Iacute;. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">&iquest;I per quina ra&oacute; </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">l</span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">a cosa anir&agrave; aix&iacute;? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Els m&ograve;bils s&oacute;n la por </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">d&#39;una subversi&oacute;, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">la manca de ju&iacute;, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">el no saber qui es qui, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">l&#39;influeix de tal senyor, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">l&#39;espera d&#39;un guard&oacute; </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">o l&#39;ordre d&#39;obeir... </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Qu&egrave; haig de fer? Qu&egrave; puc dir? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">Com que l&#39;abstenci&oacute; </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">&eacute;s una evasi&oacute; </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">de b&agrave;mbol o coqu&iacute; </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">j</span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">o, lliure i complidor, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Papyrus"></span><span style="font-family: Papyrus">haure de votar NI. </span></p>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
