Your pale blue eyes al meu cap.

Si, devíem ser uns nens rarets. 

A l’amplíssim menjador de casa d’en J. sonaven els discos de Tom Waits, de Lou Reed  i de la Velvet Underground.  

D'entre les cançons de la Velvet, ressona ara una d’hipnòtica, amb una frase torbadora (“the fact that you are married only prove you’re my best friend”),  anticipant-nos que més endavant hauríem de comprendre que la vida va de veres (Gil de Biedma), i que ja aleshores hi anava.

Desenfundo la Julia, tant maca ella i ja tant castigada.  Les mans, elles soles, han anat a buscar els acords, arpegiats d'aquesta manera, i també  han anat a buscar, elles soles, aquesta lenta, bellíssima pentatònica. 

Casi sense saber-ho m’he trobat cantussejant aquesta cançó que em retorna de dies antics i despreocupats... i que ara m'inunda.

PALE BLUE EYES

Sometimes I feel so happy,
Sometimes I feel so sad.
Sometimes I feel so happy,
But mostly you just make me mad.
Baby, you just make me mad.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Thought of you as my mountain top,
Thought of you as my peak.
Thought of you as everything,
I've had but couldn't keep.
I've had but couldn't keep.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,
I'd put you in the mirror,
I put in front of me.
I put in front of me.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Skip a life completely.
Stuff it in a cup.
She said, Money is like us in time,
It lies, but can't stand up.
Down for you is up."
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

It was good what we did yesterday.
And I'd do it once again.
The fact that you are married,
Only proves, you're my best friend.
But it's truly, truly a sin.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Pale Blue Eyes.
(Lou Reed).

The Velvet Underground
MGM, 1968.