How strange and pretty it is to merely existTo watch the sky and wonder why it shines,To stare at the sun being swallowed by the seaAnd feel moved by its light. To point a finger at a rainbowAnd marvel at its colours each time,To choose the prettiest flowerAnd place it in the hands of someone we love. To spread our armsWhen the wind blows a little too hard,And hold … [Leer más...]
Geure bazterrak
Paperez jositako bazter hauetandenok galduta gabiltzazeregin luze honetan zer egin ez dakigulaeta kasualitatez ari garazerbait egiteko eta izateko beharrez.Eta horrela bizi garabizitzaren soka hauskor honi estuki helduzherioaren ordu latzen arerioeta egunero ametsei eutsizegunak betirako bailiran.Itsaso urdin zabaleanluzaroan etzan gintezkeela uste genuenbaina itsasoan egotea … [Leer más...]
Azken hitza
Itxaropena daukat soberan. Eta badakit. Aspaldi agindutako promesa hura itxaropen osoz itxoiten nabil oraindik eta egun luzeak pairatzen ditut atearen aurrean aita lanetik itzultzeko zain nengoen bezala. Eta zeinen kuriosoa den zorionak aurpegiz aldatzeko duen gaitasuna! aitarena, amarena, umearena edo eguzkiarena apika. Neurea ordea, ezin asma. Neure epilogoa ez du inork … [Leer más...]
No Madman’s Story
The rain fell incessantly, a dreary, monotonous drizzle that I found oddly comforting. As people hurried past, their colourful umbrellas providing a stark contrast to the sombre backdrop, my gaze was drawn to the man seated on a bench. Each heavy droplet seemed to land on him with purpose, yet gently. Although quite far from where I stood, I could sense the rhythmic … [Leer más...]
The night
At a time when the sun sets, At a time when the day falls asleep, At a time when the moon appears and the owls serenade; Another world ascents. A world where nature comes to life, A world where streams flow willingly, A world where the skies sparkle with thousands of colors, his world; it's night. Darkness rises like a raging wind, The shadows manifest with … [Leer más...]
