qué havies de fer i començares,
tot i que les veus que t’envoltaven
continuaven cridant
els seus consells dolents –
encara que tota la casa
tremolava
i senties el vell remolcador
als turmells.
‘Arrengla’m la vida!’
cridava cada veu.
Però no et vas aturar.
Sabies què havies de fer,
tot i que el vent furgava
amb els seus dits encarcarats
els fonaments,
tot i que la seva malenconia
era terrible.
Ja era massa
tard, i una nit salvatge,
i el camí farcit de
branques i pedres caigudes.
Però de mica en mica,
a mesura que deixaves enrere les seves veus,
els estels començaren a cremar
a través dels llençols de núvols,
i una nova veu va aparèixer
que lentament
vas reconèixer com teva,
que et feia companyia
amb cada gambada més i més profunda
vers el món,
convençuda de fer
l’única cosa que podies fer –
convençuda de salvar
l’única vida que podies salvar.
***
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
‘Mend my life!’
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
an the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognised as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.
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