THREE NIHILIST LENTILS

        (HIRU DILISTA NIHILISTA)

you opened the door with an axe

and you smashed the flower

and who tried with a bullet

pierced the trunk

but the fruit didn't fall

worms and sliced eyes

butter them under the chair

and their last objective are the blue trousers

and asking for rain when we are cold

when pleasure is the only direction

they will scream

«don't convert me into in-house style»

when the time arrives

the bigger brown desirers

and it's so naïve to think that

the two donkeys which are in front of us

will commit suicide

I'm naïve

when you arrïve

and when sky becomes red

blue clouds say goodbye to the day

when I was a child I used to unite numbers with lines

and pictures appeared

one two three and then four:

the hare in the wood

now I collect the stoppers of water bottles

that you gave me

and despite sadness

melt my rings

pierced daybreak

wrinkled instinctive true

night which isn't awake

throat of the cold state

refuge to be demanded

you were my belt

where roofs are dreams

in the time of sterile wheat

welcome to dry lentils

you opened the door with an axe

and you smashed the flower

when the time

of the biggest servants of desire came

in sterile eras

welcome to dry lentils

where buildings collapse

where not full dishes are dry leaves

open the door with an axe

© Hedoi Etxarte
© Translation: Hedoi Etxarte / Bob Adamson