Xalbadorren heriotzean
Xabier Lete
At the death of Xalbador
if there was a friend
always kind-hearted
the wings of poetry
sentimental verses
what they were transforming
square singer
filled with loneliness
spinning a thread of words
to remain within oneself
learned through pain learned through pain
What's up, what's going on?
shepherd of the water
up the mountain slopes
in the future of memories
you ran away
the fence has been breached
the song that set you free
from all links
from the limits of the body
wanting to feel free
It was like taking your last breath
the deepest verse
that can never be said
covered edges
the loudest scream the loudest
where is it
