eli miten se, mikä ei voi lakata, vaikenee
Ja se, mikä ei voi vaieta, puhuu:
Riuhtaisten tosiasiani ja kysymykseni pitkin lattiaa
Kohisten vieritti taskuistaan kupistaan tupestaan
Esti minua poimimasta ennen mitään
vaan välissä:
Sweet Yellow Raspberry Mousse
I.
You look for comfort,
for understanding no one can offer you.
Eyes puffed and red what you had to leave
back home.
You ask for a pillow and for a teaspoon. Huddled
into a room,
no toys and no friends there –
your child came with you.
II.
I was a child in a night
of switched off lights, of quiet
in an empty house of bullets raging by
outside.
What of my father?
Would he come back?
Our neighbours were there,
an elderly couple, who used to make
for me and my brother
sweet yellow raspberry mousse
with fragrant fruits from
our garden.
They were there in the night,
so unusually,
but that was comforting.
(by Nana, Ioana Timperi.
Bublished in Ambit nr 248)
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