If this is a lament/an elegy/a requiem
They are talking about a country that doesn’t exist
A language, a fraternity that doesn’t exist.
There is no speech
If the world is for being understood
Who is going to explain/tell about death
The breath of the mountains
The darkness falling down
Who is going to explain/tell,
What grows in a child’s dream
The wings of the birds
Are flapping from an old tale towards me
The proximity of the flesh/skin to the stone
That the women tell about.
It is clear that I was a tree,
When darkness fell down
From beyond the mountains
Whomever I remember they look at me with pain.
If this is a lament
Crying has not started yet.