Poesia kaiera
Coca-Cola bat zurekin hartzea
are dibertigarriagoa da Donostia, Irun, Hendaia, Miarritze, Baionara joatea baino
edo goragalea edukitzea Travesera de Gracian Bartzelonan
partez zure alkandora laranjarekin San Sebastian hobe eta alaiago bat dirudizulako
partez maite zaitudalako, partez jogurtak maite dituzulako
partez urkien inguruko tulipa laranja fluoreszenteengatik
partez jendearen eta estatuen aurreko gure irribarre diskretuengatik
zurekin nagoenean zaila zait sinesten egon daitekeenik estatuak bezain zera solemne
eta ezatseginki behin betikorik eta bitartean hemen parean New Yorkeko
4etako argi epelean elkarrekin noraezean goaz
begi-ordeen bidez arnasten duen zuhaitz bat nola
eta badirudi erretratu-erakusketak ez duela aurpegi bakar bat ere, soilik margoa
bat-batean galdetzen diozu zeure buruari zergatik arraio pintatu zituzten
begiratzen
zaitut eta nahiago nuke zuri begiratu munduko erretratu guztiei baino
salbu eta zenbaitetan akaso Zaldun poloniarrari eta tira Frick-en dago
zeinera Jainkoari eskerrak ez baitzara joan oraindik eta horrela elkarrekin joan
gaitezke estreinakoz eta hain galanki mugitzen zara ezen futurismoa konpontzen duzun
etxean sekula pentsatzen ez dudanean bezala Eskailera jaisten ari den biluzian edo
entsegu batean liluratzen ninduten Leonardoren edo Michelangeloren marrazki hartan
eta zer mesede egiten diete inpresionistei haien inguruko ikerketa guztiek
ez bazuten inoiz aurkitu zuhaitzen gerizpean posatzeko pertsona egokirik eguzkia
sartzen ari zela edo bestela Marino Marinik ez zuenean aukeratu zalduna
zaldiaren kuidado berberaz
badirudi denek galdu zutela esperientzia miragarri bat edukitzeko aukera
baina nik ez dut alferrik galduko eta horregatik ari natzaizu hau guztia kontatzen
Having a coke with you
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne / or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona / partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian / partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt / partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches / partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary / it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still / as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it / in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth / between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles // and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint / you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them / I look / at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world / except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick / which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time / and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism / just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or / at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me / and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them / when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank / or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully / as the horse / it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience / which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it