Ses Estrelles Del Cel
Antònia Font
The Stars of the Sky
With the same laziness
As a man unloads a piano
We inventory the stars of the sky
And bells of very good pistachios.
And with the same poverty
We fill the ashtray with a peel
And we think we're eating
From the ripe fruit, the fragrant flesh.
And it's the same
If we don't have any pennies left
Because we steal the toilet paper from the library
Of the excellent council of Lloseta.
And with the same clear water
That men wash their faces with
We regain the purity
Of the days of crisis that ruined us.
And with the same gaze
That men look at the moon
We look at the streetlight
Through the windows that sound like raindrops.
And it's the same
If they kick us out of this house.
If we eat the shit, and the cables spark,
The tiles leak and the bicycles are rusted.
Living is surviving,
The parabolic future
With the athleticism of an idiot
And the balancing act of an alcoholic.
Living is surviving imprisoned
In an hourglass,
Free in an infinite sandy beach,
Free from dying of hunger.
With the same laziness
As a man unloads a piano
We inventory the stars of the sky
And bells of very good pistachios.
And with the same poverty
We fill the ashtray with a peel
And we think we're eating
From the ripe fruit, the fragrant flesh.
And it's the same
If we don't have any pennies left
Because we steal the toilet paper from the library
Of the excellent council of Lloseta.
Living is surviving,
The parabolic future
With the athleticism of an idiot
And the balancing act of an alcoholic.
Living is surviving imprisoned
In an hourglass,
Free in an infinite sandy beach.
Living is surviving,
The parabolic future
With the athleticism of an idiot
And the balancing act of an alcoholic.
Living is surviving imprisoned
In an hourglass,
Free in an infinite sandy beach,
Free from dying of hunger,
Free from dying of hunger,
From dying of hunger.
