Petit relat a partir del Higgs Bosom Blues de Nick Cave

El Nick s´ajusta la jaqueta com un macarra. Està dempeus en un semàfor en els principis d´un desembre desastrós en el que tots els gilipolles estan de congrés a la seva feina.

Se´n riu. Abans de que es posi el verd haurà après a portar-se bé i a dir les paraules adequades. Sempre hi ha una frase que ho encaixa tot,. Les frases són les noves putes, les mares més bledes, les assassines més salvatges.

En Nick pensa en les frases que l´han portat a estar rient tot sol com un idiota en la cruïlla de Rambla i Aragó

De sempre han existit les frases-escut, les frases de les falses intencions, les frases més sinistres i embaucadores que fan culpables a tots als innocents als que se´ls acut pensar.

La reflexió més justa portaria a matar-los a tots. Que només quedessin els que es reconeixen dèbils , imperfectes i conscientment inadaptats.

La nostra tortura serà sempre haver escollit el silenci abans que l´homicidi-

Hi han belleses que necessiten la bruta percepció de la realitat d´un món on la tendresa no importa una merda. Però la bellesa no és una tia fàcil. La dignitat sempre la farà esquerpa.

El semàfor s´ha posat verd i la jaqueta ja està ajustada. Ets un tio amb sort Nick. Ella li acaba de donar vint dòlars a un captaire.

Ei Nick, és ella ! És la bellesa .

L´he reconegut perque no hi havia cap frase capaç d´haver-la previst

                                      Can't remember anything at all

Flame trees line the streets
Can't remember anything at all
But I'm driving my car down to Geneva

I've been sitting in my basement patio
Aye, it was hot
Up above, girls walk past, the roses all in bloom
Have you ever heard about the Higgs Boson blues
I'm goin' down to Geneva baby, gonna teach it to you

Who cares, who cares what the future brings?
Black road long and I drove and drove
I came upon a crossroad
The night was hot and black
I see Robert Johnson,
With a ten dollar guitar strapped to his back,
Lookin' for a tune

Well here comes Lucifer,
With his canon law,
And a hundred black babies runnin' from his genocidal jaw
He got the real killer groove
Robert Johnson and the devil man
Don't know who's gonna rip off who

Driving my car, flame trees on fire
Sitting and singin' the Higgs Boson blues,
I'm tired, I'm lookin' for a spot to drop
All the clocks have stopped in Memphis now
In the Lorraine Motel, it's hot, it's hot
That's why they call it the Hot Spot
I take a room with a view
Hear a man preaching in a language that's completely new, yea
Making the hot cocks in the flophouse bleed
While the cleaning ladies sob into their mops
And a bellhop hops and bops
A shot rings out to a spiritual groove
Everybody bleeding to that Higgs Boson Blues

If I die tonight, bury me
In my favorite yellow patent leather shoes
With a mummified cat and a cone-like hat
That the caliphate forced on the Jews
Can you feel my heartbeat?
Can you feel my heartbeat?

Hannah Montana does the African Savannah
As the simulated rainy season begins
She curses the queue at the Zulus
And moves on to Amazonia
And cries with the dolphins
Mama ate the pygmy
The pygmy ate the monkey
The monkey has a gift that he is sending back to you
Look here comes the missionary
With his smallpox and flu
He's saving them savages
With his Higgs Boson Blues
I'm driving my car down to Geneva
I'm driving my car down to Geneva

Oh let the damn day break
The rainy days always make me sad
Miley Cyrus floats in a swimming pool in Toluca Lake
And you're the best girl I've ever had
Can't remember anything at all