NOTES ON HOW TO AVOID MEMORY-LOSS (1)
I can't lock you in:
you are the street of sparrows and madmen.
I can't smooth you out:
you are a lascivious dark knot of wetness.
I can't capture you:
you are the gallop of the wandering horse.
I can't love you:
you are every mythic fear.
I can't dream you:
you are the crazy idea that feeds my insomnia.
But I can know you, because
you are me, with a different skin.
© Miren Agur Meabe
© itzulpenarena: Amaia Gabantxo