"I EVOKE"

I evoke the songs that followed long rows of caravans

To the conquest of a blank space and anew

I ponder the intensity of each word.

I walk day and night through an invented landscape

Whilst I think of the wasted hours thrown into the paper bin

And all the other hours where they took body and soul

Beings with whom I played at forging credible fictions.

I evoke and lick my wounds like an old cat which,

Haughty and splendid, refuses to accept defeat.

With feline claws I evoke and write with spirit of revenge.

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Translated by Joan-Carles Martí i Casanova