Here I am, faced with the shameless nakedness of your soul,

like a string vibrating lonely, blind, beneath the void,

walking on stones in the steep streets

 

The harsh winter foreshadows my fate,

I am not afraid,

I ask for nothing,

I have no settled future

 

I live lost in the valley where no olive-trees grow

 

Death gets inside me, I have felt it bonding with my skin, 

sniffing my sadness, like a beast that conquers without shame 

 

My days forbidden, I wept barrenly under the gullies of the moon, 

unknowable , hidden in the silence,

and the night seemed to plead for a white mausoleum to the skies.

 

Here I am

©Noris Roberts

Traducido por Timothy Adès