Uxo Zuria
Doinu ixil bat dut
buru barnean
gidatzen ari nau
munduan zehar.
Kale estuen barnetik
naramanean
goibel sentitzen naiz
hots, magalean.
Uxo zuria dago
hortik hegaka
jadanik ez ditu
luma zuririk.
Nire buru barneko
ideien artean
badabil idei bat
lumez betea.
Egon naiz bai pentsatzen ni
noizbaitean aldatuko ote naiz
nire ezker bularrak eskatzen dit:
Oihu egizu! azkenean!
bakea nai dut nire barnean
ez inolaz erraza
bakean bizitzea ingurunean
zuk lortzen ez baduzu...
uxo zuriarekin.
Zeru grisean gaude
gaur murgildurik
zuhaitzen hostoak
gorriz jantzirik.
Bake oihartzun bat
nik sentitzen dut
baina su gorritan
kiskali egin dut.
Oihu baten muga
zein den jakinik
negar baten kezka
sentitu barik.
Bidean etzanda
geldituko naiz
bizitza honetan
bai nekaturik.
White Dove
I have a quiet tune
inside my head
that is guiding me
throughout the world.
In the narrow streets
where I walk
I feel deaf
mute, silent.
There is a white dove
flying from there
already it does not have
any white feathers.
Among the ideas
inside my head
there is one idea
full of light.
I have been thinking
will I change someday
my left shoulders ask me:
Call out! finally!
I want peace inside me
it's not easy at all
to live in peace
if you don't achieve it...
with the white dove.
We are in a gray sky
diving today
the leaves of the trees
are dressed in red.
A single peace call
I feel
but in the red fire
I have stumbled.
The limit of a cry
knowing what it is
without feeling the pain
of a tear.
Sitting on the road
I will remain
in this life
both satisfied.