ITERABLE Lo iterable es el intento de repetir algo de buscar la equivalencia, pero un trazo no puede ser copiado una historia no puede regresar al mismo punto. Lo iterable es el intento de capturar la atmósfera que se disipa, el caer de la noche el hundimiento de las estrellas la cabeza que reposa en otro hombro la cuchara que se enfría dentro de la sopa, la voz que despierta … [Read more...]

HUTSUNEAK Sabela zulatzen duten bala borobil eta sakonak. Eztarria urratzen duten lur azpiko tunel bertikalak. Gauaren Ilunak eta bakartiak, neguaren gorriak eta beltzak, bakardadearen hotzak eta isilak. Oihartzunik gabeko malkoz beteriko putzuak. Arnasa itotzeko lakuak. Korapiloz betetako lerro infinitoak, helmugarik gabe hondo-hondoraino … [Read more...]

SAREGILEA Aita, lekurik ez zenuen nire bihotzean, zoko hura aspaldi ukatu nizun. Haatik, behin, itsas-labana ostu nizun, eta goitik behera urratu nuen bihotz kutxa arrakala mingarri horretatik zeure izena sartu eta betiko zokoratu zedin; mamu artean. Damurik ez dut. Portua atzean utzi nuen egunean isuri nituen malkoak odol tantak ziren, maitasunez … [Read more...]

I wish never to be parted from you, for even when the gods call for the dimming of your light, alongside you shall I be embraced by the same earth that welcomes us back after having let us walk its surface. Your light is recoiling. Darkness stands in your wake, and unchallenged, it reigns. The gods have summoned you. 'A path to trail alone', I care not. Shall … [Read more...]

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 … [Read more...]

The enthralling stories of the lads I've met in the city of furies where dirtbags pirouette in time to the howls of a blizzard in despair Marched cheek by jowl incoherent as they were The million eyes that had time to regret the days which grow wise as she claimed her head was saved by loons who were doomed to care and look after the moons incoherent as … [Read more...]