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Arrotza

from Lore hilak by Haxotz

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Soto berrietan hautsak
zaharraren zapore antzekoa
isiltasuna estaltzen

Sartzen ikasi duenak
ez du giltzaren beharrik
sarraila aldatu arren

Zainak
sorbatzari begira
zure bezain bigun
loratzeko prest

Aldentzeko eska nahi nizuke
baina ahoskeran
beste berba batzuk
datozkit

Ta aiher
aiher
zorion balizkoaz

Ta kariaren faltari hobendun
egunak galtzen

Luze ari da
itxitura gogozkoa
hormen kontra
oldartzen naizela.
Barre-pisten
oihartzun ezaguna
Norberaren
zorionaren

aiher,
indiar sagarrari hozka egitean

Ta kariaren faltari hobendun
egunak galtzen ditut,
keriaren jauntzan adore bila
iluntzen zaitut.
_________________

(CAS) EL EXTRANJERO

En nuevos sótanos el polvo
sabe parecido al de antes,
cubriendo el silencio.

El que ha aprendido a entrar
no necesita llaves
aunque cambie la cerradura.

Venas
de cara al cuchillo
tan blandas como tú
listas para florecer.

Querría pedirte que te alejaras
pero al hablar me vienen
palabras distintas.

Y dudo,
dudo
de la felicidad de pega.

Y a falta de encontrar sentido,
voy perdiendo días.

Se está alargando
el encierro voluntario,
voy embistiendo
contra las paredes.
El eco ya conocido
de las risas enlatadas.
Dudoso
de la felicidad propia.
Dudo,
al morder la manzana india.

Y a falta de encontrar sentido,
voy perdiendo días.
Y en la jefatura del defecto,
buscando el valor,
te oscurezco.
________________

THE STRANGER

Dust in every new basement
is always similar to the old one,
covering the silence.

He who has learnt how to enter
doesn’t need a key
even if I change the lock.

Veins
facing the blade
as soft as you
ready to flourish.

I’d like to tell you to keep your distance
but when I speak
different words come to my mouth.

And I doubt
this plastic happiness.

A slave to the lack of purpose,
I keep losing days.

Long goes
this voluntary confinement,
as I hurl myself
at the walls.
The too known echo
of the laugh tracks.
Doubtful
of one's happiness.

And I doubt
as I bite into the indian apple.

A slave to the lack of purpose,
I keep losing days.
In command of every defect,
as I search for courage,
I darken you.

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from Lore hilak, released September 25, 2020

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