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I am not in love… But I'm open to persuasion.

East or west, where's the best for romancing?
With a friend I can smile
But with a lover I could roll my head back,
I could really laugh, really laugh.
Thank you, you took me dancing 'cross the floor,
Cheek to cheek, but with a lover
I could really move, really move,
I could really dance, really dance,

Really dance, really dance…
I could really move, really move,
Really move, really move
Now if I can feel the sun in my eyes
And the rain on my face…
Why can't I feel love?
I can really love, really love,
Really love, really love, really love…
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love…
Now I got all the friends that I want.
I may need more but

I shall just stick to those that I have got
With friends I still feel so insecure…
Little darling I believe you could
Help me a lot. Just take my hand
And lead me where you will.
No conversation. No wave goodnight,
Just make love with affection
Sing me another love song,
But this time with a little dedication.
Sing it, sing it. You know that's what I like.
Once more with feeling. Give me love,
Give me love, give me love, love…
Make love with affection.

love and affection, joan armatrading, joan armatrading (a&m, 1976)

orgull

Qui escriu va experimentar l’altre dia una diminuta alegria, però compartida i estesa al llarg d’una taula de dinar ben parada. A la vida hi ha moments així. El pare de qui escriu ens havia convidat a dinar a Aurèlia, Eulàlia, Iulia, Maties i a mi. Feia uns dies que ho preparava de manera més o menys secreta. Volia que el menú fos una sorpresa. Finalment, hi havia gaspatxo de maduixes, xarrup de llimó i menta, costelles de moltó al forn amb farigola i profiteroles de crema amb xocolata calenta. Per beure, Moët & Chandon. I cafè. El pare de qui escriu té setanta-dos anys i, des d’ara en fa tres, el cos mig paralitzat per una embòlia. Per això, tothom qui seia en aquella taula es va poder sentir lligat a un sentiment ben alegre: l’orgull de ser-hi.