(Mikel Markez)

Imajinatzen zaitut etxetik irteten erdi lo, erdi lo, bizitzaz ezer ez dakiten liburuak besapean, eta bihotzean bart gauean sortu ziren taupadak ezin eutsiz, taupadak ezin eutsiz, ezin geldituz. Imajinatzen zaitut kadiran exertzen erdi lo, erdi lo, zure eskuak automatikoki idazten, eta bihotzean bart gauean odolberoz puztutako oroitzapenak ezin eutsiz, oroitzapenak ezin eutsiz, ezin geldituz. Imajinatzen zaitut noizbait etortzen erdi lo, erdi lo, eta ni zain liburuak itsasora botatzeko, gure bihotzean gaur gauean berriro elkartuko gaituen denbora ezin eutsiz, berriro aldenduko gaituen denbora ezin eutsiz, ezin geldituz.

I imagine you leaving the house, half asleep, half asleep, with those books which don't know anything about life under the arm, and unable to bear/withstand/resist those strong feelings that grew in your heart last night, unable to withstand them, unable to stop them. I imagine you sitting on your chair half asleep, half asleep, your hand automatically writing and unable to resist those memories that swelled in your heart last night in the heat of passion, unable to resist those memories, unable to stop them. I imagine you coming sometime half asleep, half asleep, and I am waiting, ready to throw those books to the sea unable to wait for the time that will bring us together again, tonight, in our hearts, unable to bear the time that will separate us again, unable to stop myself.

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