|Fotografía de Mijailova Olecia (Danapra)|
para que la amamante.
The geography of my silence is limited by
the fridge, the kitchen sink and the stove to the north;
the cupboard and street door to the east;
the lumber room to the west;
and the wall with a calendar of Basque landscapes to the south.
In the middle I grew, a tree reflected in a floor tile.
Under the tile an abyss stretched out,
an emptiness where overwinter the orphaned signs of language.
They make a skein that evokes the whim of a painter.
If the wind tears at my hair,
a little root sprouts and climbs hungrily into my lap
for me to suckle it.
Silence of kitchens in the morning.
Geography of fertility.
(Translated by Brian Cole ©)
Traducción de la autora y Kepa Murua