domingo, 19 de julio de 2009


One day I had the sea

upon my heart.

Like a cold tongue,

on my heart

the sea.

And I was far from you, my mother.

And you were far from me,

sailing on a bannerless wind.

There were no roots waiting

under the earth,

no trees above the earth.

And the sea licked at my heart

like a cold tongue.

Ah, only my eyes.

In their icy sockets,

nowhere to look at

and spinning.

Traducción de Laura Chalar, publicada en la revista británica Magma, No. 44 (