Four words

Ja podem escoltar la primera versió del poema Quatre paraules de Narcís Comadira. En aquest cas en la seva traducció a l'anglès, gràcies a l'alumne de 3-A, Cristian Diaz Font. Moltes gràcies Cristian!!!

àudio Cristian: Four words

Four words

Half in dreams, an angel

appears before me and tempts me :

write, make a poem.

I want to get him off my back,

I want to sleep the sleep of the just,

or the sleep of sinners.

I don’t care which. I want to sleep.

But he insists.

Here you are, he says: four words:

world, country, language, love.

And he adds: I’ve almost

written the poem for you.

I tell him: if I write word,

I’ll be forced to add on

Disasters, famine and wars.

If I write country, I’ll be entering

the crazy territory

of human essence and plantoms.

And if I write language, d’you see?

Grief breaks my heart.

I can write nothing more.

And he tells me: just you write love

for the world and for country

and for this language

that is dying and which breaks your heart:

you will see that you can still

make this one and a thousand poems.