La pirula

Ja massa vella i marcada de tinta

fosca, sortosa o artista d'enganys

magnètics, em demana cada dia

més risc, l'interventor, la policia.

I no en té prou amb l'honrosíssim salt

de qui comença a colar-se amb felina

agilitat, quan el cos li demana

emocions, menyspreant l'enganxina

neta—l'enginy del pirulaire digne

que només vol que acabi bé el viatge.

Eddy

I’ve seen you

As a blue-lavender flower

Floating placidly

In an ancient eddy

Of spring runoff.

My benevolent, mossy roots surrounding

Your strength in beauty,

Our untold happiness of old,

Creating a circle of serene love,

Of wild growth,

Sunlight patches stroking

The subtle ripples

In everlasting motion.

This corner of the world

Belonged to us, long gone,

Recovered now, recognized.

Oh love through the ages,

Quiet flowing, peaceful

Joy in the meandering waves,

Let us sing and dance once more

Like we did when the world was unripe!