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 (www.magmapoetry.com).
