El Naufragi del Golea

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Francisco Gutirrez. Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point
Of wiew
Tangled up in blue
Bob Dylan

Narrative / Narrativa

golea | 31 Gener, 2005 14:48

Because what happens will never happen,
and because what has happened
endlessly happens again,

we are we were, everything
has changed in us, if we speak
of the world
it is only to leave the world

unsaid. Early winter: the yellow apples still
in a naked tree, the tracks
of invisible deer

in the first snow, and then the snow
that does not stop. We repent
of nothing. As if we could stand
in this light. As if we could stand in the silence
of this single moment

of light.

Perqu all que passa no passa mai
i perqu all que ha passat
torna a passar sense parar,

som el que frem, tot
ha canviat en nosaltres, si parlam
del mn
s noms per deixar el mn

sense dir. Avanat hivern: les pomes grogues encara
sense caure
en un arbre nu, les petjades
dinvisible crvol

en la primera neu, i desprs la neu
que no atura. Ens penedim
de res. Com si pogussim estar
en aquesta llum. Com si pogussim estar en el silenci
daquest sol moment

de llum.

Paul Auster. Groundwork: Selected Poems and Essays (1970- 1979). Faber & Faber, 1990.


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