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Poem

Kirmen Uribe

ESPETXEKO HAIKUAK/JAILHOUSE HAIKUS

12.

And yet the jailhouse
comes to me even today
in the bad nightmares.

Those friends from back there,
and also the fears from there,
do last forever.

For me to sleep well
the door of the room I’m in
must be half open.

ESPETXEKO HAIKUAK/JAILHOUSE HAIKUS

12.

Baina kartzela
agertzen zait oraindik
amesgaiztoan.

Hango lagunak,
baita beldurrak ere,
betiko dira.

Gelako atea
lasai loak hartzeko,
erdi irekita.
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ESPETXEKO HAIKUAK/JAILHOUSE HAIKUS

12.

And yet the jailhouse
comes to me even today
in the bad nightmares.

Those friends from back there,
and also the fears from there,
do last forever.

For me to sleep well
the door of the room I’m in
must be half open.

ESPETXEKO HAIKUAK/JAILHOUSE HAIKUS

12.

And yet the jailhouse
comes to me even today
in the bad nightmares.

Those friends from back there,
and also the fears from there,
do last forever.

For me to sleep well
the door of the room I’m in
must be half open.
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