Louisiana o Els Camps de Cotó
Els Amics de Les Arts
Louisiana Or The Cotton Fields
He says he has been going his own way
That he has lived in a thousand cities
That he has slept in places that were frightening
And that you, mom, would never have approved of
That he's happy, that everything is going well
He says he's happy, that everything is fine
There are like some coordinates
He says I should show you, put them on Google maps
And he says that one day, just passing through
He spent the night in a village and ended up staying there
That it is from here that he is writing
He says he has a house far from everything and a four-wheel drive
And when he goes down to the village to stock up the pantry, you know what happens?
An old man serves him, who reminds him of someone
Who reminds him of someone
He has loved girls and women
He says more than one made him lose his way
But he says with these things, you know how it is
When you least expect it, you get lucky
And that they are fine, that things are going well for them
He says he has a three-year-old daughter with your eyes, dad
That he always speaks to her in catalan, and it’s really funny
Because when he puts her to bed, there are days he mixes up
Good night and trousers
He says that looking back
He is very sure he wouldn’t have been happy here
But he admits that disappearing so calmly, without telling us
Is making a very poor exit
And that with time, which heals everything
Everything will fall into place
He says that from the porch he sees a sky that never ends
That at night he always goes out for a smoke and thinks of us
And that, no matter how far away he is, we mustn’t be afraid
When he’s needed, he’ll be there
He says that one day we must go
That we should give him notice, but that he has plenty of beds