Jacob Rhodes
anglais
Octubre
Passa una bala
armilla verda
i esclata el teu temps.
Em traspues la pell
com et traspuava la llàgrima
la sal permanent
al braç de la butaca
de quan el sorge
coronat primer
va dir
democràcia.
Una bala encén
el llum frontal
i esbotza la porta
del teu silenci.
Buit endins
toco el que som
i l’horror,
pare.
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Production audio: Institut Ramon Llull, 2021
Production audio: Institut Ramon Llull, 2021
October
A bullet flies
past green vest
and your time explodes in me.
You ooze through my skin
as once that tear oozed through you
its salt permanent
to the chair’s armrest
since the soldier
crowned the first
pronounced
democracy.
A bullet lights up
your headlight
and kicks down the door
to your silence.
Inside the void
I touch what we are
and horror,
father.
Translated by Jacob Rhodes