Poesia kaiera
1926-11-05ean sortua
Makatzaren hostoak
egunetik egunera gorriago.
Esadazu zer ari den odoletan.
Uda ez
uda goiz joan baita.
Herrixka ez
herrixka bere kamioan mozkorrik egon arren
ez baita erori.
Nire bihotza ez
nire bihotzari ez baitario
arnika-loreari baino odol gehiago.
Inor ez da zendu azken hilean
ez eta behar bezain zorionekoa izan
atzerrirako lan-baimenen bat lortzeko.
Guk zopa hazkurri dugula
ez diegu lastategian lo egiten utzi
azaroan ohi den baino
pentsamendu suizida gehiagori.
Esadazu zer ari den odoletan
zuk ilunetan dakusazun horrek.
Mozkinek mozturiko
munduko eskuak
ari dira odoletan
sarraskien karriketan.
Born 5/11/26
Redder every day / the leaves of the pear trees. / Tell me what is bleeding. / Not summer / for summer left early. / Not the village / for the village though drunk on its road / has not fallen. / Not my heart / for my heart bleeds no more / than the arnica flower. // Nobody has died this month / or been fortunate enough / to receive a foreign work-permit. / We fed with soup / let sleep in the barn / no more thoughts of suicide / than is normal in November. / Tell me what is bleeding / you who see in the dark. // Hands of the world / amputated by profit / bleed in / streets of bloodsheds.