Ens hem anat passantuna mena de caixa d'ombreson encabir la caravana dels malsons,i l'hem volguda sempre a la vora del jaç,com qui, a la recercadesesperada d'una treva.desa les armes cada vesprei exorcitza els perills que li barren el pasa les portes de la son.Al matí, en llevar-te,li dius sempre: hola, mort,per procurar-te un nou respir,car, si li etzibem aparta'ti vés-te'n lluny del meu davant,llavors s'aixeca un mur de foscaal fons de tots els corredors.

-Antoni Prats

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