Panettone – Albert Lloreta

Li he fet això a una gata d’anada i tornada, una mica com tots, que vivim i ens anem fent

material de l’oblit dels altres. La lletra són fragments de Cat in an Empty Apartment de la Szymborska (Trraducció de Stanisław Barańczak i Clare Cavanagh) que planteja un gat indignadíssim amb que la gent es mori sense permís. Die—you can’t do that to a cat. Since what can a cat do in an empty apartment? Climb the walls? Rub up against the furniture? Nothing seems different here but nothing is the same. Nothing’s been moved but there’s more space. And at nighttime no lamps are lit. […] Something doesn’t start at its usual time. Something doesn’t happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, […] Just wait till he turns up, just let him show his face. Will he ever get a lesson on what not to do to a cat. Sidle toward him as if unwilling and ever so slow on visibly offended paws, and no leaps or squeals at least to start.

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