Irene

Irene

Irene

No, I have never wanted to paintNo, no he volgut pintar
your long hairel teu cabell llarg
nor your hands.ni les teves mans.

Nor your body, which I have surroundedNi el teu cos, que he envoltat
with waves I stoled'ones que he robat
from the open sea.al mar abrivat.

No, I have never wanted to paintNo, no he volgut pintar
this sereneaquest despertat
awakening, freed.serè, deslliurat.

Nor the first bird songNi el primer cant d'ocell
that the wind brings usque ens acosta el vent
before goodbye.abans de l'adéu.

And now that time takes me awayI ara que el temps se m'emporta
and you close the doori em tanques la porta
through which I entered,per on vaig entrar,
no, I don't want to rememberno, no vull recordar
neither your imageni la teva imatge
nor your hands,ni les teves mans,
No, I can't stopNo, no em puc aturar
and look at lifei mirar la vida
from the window.des del finestral.

No, I don't want to step onNo, no vull trepitjar
leaves that remind mefulles que em recorden
of your walk.el teu caminar.

No, I don't want to returnNo, ja no vull tornar
to the path that leads meal camí que em porta
to your home.a la teva llar.

And now that behind usI ara que queda enrera
lies that shortcutaquella drecera
we once took,per on vam passar,
no, I don't want to rememberno, no vull recordar
neither your imageni la teva imatge
nor your hands.ni les teves mans.
No, I can't stopNo, no em puc aturar
and look at lifei mirar la vida
from the window.des del finestral.