Beste hizkuntzetako lanen zerrenda

 

  Translation: Paddy Bushe

 

 

Grass

 

 

grass has sprouted from the sofa in the house

I drink the dew when I am thirsty

the sky is a blue wasteland above me

and I have no need of windows

to see that harbours are drying up

 

I have before me a mountain made of streetlamps

asphalt for shoes

a standing black wave edged with bends

 

it's been a long time since beneath the footpaths

I encountered any living being

 

all the time there are fewer wells in our village

it's been a long time since I soaked my feet

 

grass has sprouted from the sofa in the house

from so much stretching out there

I spin myself around

like a fetus in the womb

 

blessings be upon us

for we do not really know which world we live in

 

 

 

© Leire Bilbao
© translation: Paddy Bushe


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