What I fear most
is becoming "a poet"...
Locking myself in the room
gazing at the sea
and forgetting...
I fear that the stitches over my veins might heal
and, instead of having blur memories about TV news,
I take to scribbling papers and selling "my views"...
I fear that those who stepped over us might accept me
so that they can use me.
I fear that my screams might become a murmur
so that to serve putting my people to sleep.
I fear that I might learn to use meter and rhythm
and thus I will be trapped within them
longing for my verses to become popular songs.
I fear that I might buy binoculars in order to bring closer
the sabotage actions in which I won't be participating.
2 comments:
Beautiful...I'm surprised that although the poem is translated in English, it works equally well :)
It's true, it works out like all strong texts. And it is such a shame her work has not been widely translated, I think 'Three Clicks Left' was published in English but I don't know if it is still in print.
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