Swans Commentary » swans.com May 7, 2007  

 

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by Guido Monte and Francesca Saieva

 

Poetry

 

Bientôt les ténèbres viendront
Les hommes seront muets
—Marie Rennard

 

vous n'êtes pas à la maison...
Hier ist kein Warum
—Primo Levi, Se questo è un uomo

T/T © 2006 Giuseppe Quattrocchi

 

 

(Swans - May 7, 2007)  

Ninguém pode nos ver,
nobody can see us
nadie puede vernos
personne ne peut nous voir

No queremos más nada nous ne voulons plus rien,
ni tampoco resignarnos non plus nous résigner
Sin energía, sin miradas sans énergie, sans regards
Hemos sido robados por los pueblos
que han engullido las almas y nadie nos ve más
nous avons été enlevés par les gens
qui engloutissent les âmes et personne ne nous voit plus

Ninguém pode nos ver,
nadie puede vernos
personne ne peut nous voir

Somos invisibles, hemos desaparecidos
nous sommes invisibles, nous avons disparu
Penélope nos busca en vano por caminos abandonados
Pénélope nous cherche en vain par sentiers abandonnés
Porque hemos sido robados con nuestras raíces
car nous avons été enlevés avec nos racines

Ninguém pode nos ver,
nadie puede vernos
personne ne peut nous voir

 

 

[nobody can see us
don't give us anything, any more
we're neither strength, nor glances
and can't even resign ourselves—
the people that devour souls
carried us away
nobody can see us
we're invisible, we disappeared
in vain Penelope is searching for us
along forgotten roads,
they carried us away
they carried our roots
nobody can see us]

 

 

"In a desert...surrounded by broken expectations" (I. Bachmann), fates without egos live on their own decay. They fear the desert, suffering its invasion. And la Terre, après un dernier râle, dans le silence noir du calme sans écho, flotte ainsi qu'une épave énorme et solitaire (J. Laforgue). Those who are forgotten by the world, hide in this big and lonely wreck. They hang about lost ways, condemned to be misled by their own "free wills," just "to suffer their own drawback and self destruction" (F. Dostojevski).

 

 

The authors thank Rosa Maria Costa (French and Spanish translations), Graciela Müller Pozzebon (Portuguese translation) and Giusi Chirco. Drawing: T/T (2006), by Giuseppe Quattrocchi.

 

 

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About the Author

Guido Monte on Swans (with bio).
Francesca Saieva teaches philosophy and pedagogy, and is an adjunct professor at the University of Palermo.

 

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