Boomerang - Manel

Va arribar el tiet amb barba llarga, els avis feien dinar especial

I va dir «nens, esteu morenos», i va dir «almenys, heu crescut un pam»

I l’Ignasi i jo li escoltàvem mil aventures de països llunyans

I estaven bé, i eren distretes, però era difícil treure’s del cap

El fer volar per damunt del barri aquell regal estrany

Per fi a baix, vam situar-nos a una distància prudencial

De les senyores que es bronzejaven i dels cotxes aparcats

Vam estudiar els corrents de l’aire, vam assecar-nos la suor de les mans

Però el boomerang s’encallava entre les branques i no tornava mai

Però el boomerang reclamava la perícia d’un professional

I van baixar els altres amb la Vanessa -ai la Vanessa, com li deu 'nar?-

Menjaven pipes amb arrogància, se’n fotien des del banc

Fins que avorrit d’aquell espectacle va venir el Xavi, que era més gran

«deixeu-me un tir, feu-vos enrere, deixeu-me un tir, colla de matats

Que això és canell, que això el que vol és un bon joc de braç!»

I, senyors, tan bo és insistir com saber-se retirar

I, no sé l’Ignasi, però, en el meu cas, puc reconèixer que em va fer mal

Veure en els ulls de la Vanessa que la cosa es posava interessant

Però el boomerang va encallar-se entre les branques i no va tornar mai

Però el boomerang reclamava la perícia d’un professional

Però parlo de temps, crec que era el juliol en què es va fondre l’Indurain

I vam maleir el danès i les rampes d’Hautacam

Els anys, en fi, ens han fet com homes i, malgrat que ningú ha procreat

Vaig pensant alternatives, per si mai es dóna el cas

I en aquest món entre els meus forts no hi haurà mai els detalls

Però m’esforçaré i una cosa m’abstindré de regalar

Que la infantesa serà divertida, màgica, lliure, d’acord, acceptat

Però no hi ha tant temps per perdre i, tard o d’hora, només queda una veritat:

El boomerang s’encallava entre les branques i no tornava mai

El boomerang reclamava la perícia d’un professional

(i Vanessa, si sents això, una abraçada molt gran)

The long-bearded uncle arrived, the grandparents had a special lunch

And he said, "Kids, you're dark," and he said, "At least you've grown a handful."

And Ignatius and I listened to a thousand adventures from distant lands

And they were fine, and they were distracted, but it was hard to get them out of their heads

Flying that strange gift over the neighborhood

At last down, we were at a safe distance

From the tanned ladies and the parked cars

We studied the currents of the air, wiped the sweat from our hands

But the boomerang got stuck in the branches and never came back

But the boomerang required the skill of a professional

And the others went down with Vanessa - oh Vanessa, how are you?

They ate pipes arrogantly, they fucked them off the bench

Until Xavi, who was older, came bored of that show

"Give me a shot, back off, give me a shot, killer."

That this is a wrist, that what he wants is a good arm game! ”

And, gentlemen, it is as good to insist as it is to know how to withdraw

And I don't know about Ignatius, but in my case, I can admit that he hurt me

See in Vanessa's eyes that the thing was getting interesting

But the boomerang got stuck between the branches and never came back

But the boomerang required the skill of a professional

But speaking of time, I think it was July when Indurain melted

And we cursed the Dane and the ramps at Hautacam

The years, in short, have made us like men, and yet no one has procreated

I'm thinking of alternatives, just in case

And in this world among my forts there will never be details

But I will try my best and refrain from giving anything away

That childhood will be fun, magical, free, okay, accepted

But there is not much time to lose, and sooner or later there is only one truth:

The boomerang got stuck in the branches and never came back

The boomerang required the expertise of a professional

(and Vanessa, if you hear that, a big hug)