Translation: Sarah J. Turtle &
Iņaki Mendiguren
Foreigner
A foreigner roams
around my internal town
with feet as cold as dead seas
crossing my lungs.
Tell me, what I must do
if this reality is not mine,
if I am in pain
if I am
like the one who loses sleep,
the one who is searching in his dreams.
So what am I to do then,
if a foreigner roams
around my internal town
if I take refuge among stones
in the presence of you and everyone else.
I am not to blame for everything,
if everything is to blame.
What gives me away
is the way you behold me.
© Leire Bilbao
© of the translation: Sarah J. Turtle & Iņaki Mendiguren