Inner Journey
Don’t tell anyone:
I have swallowed the stone
that has made me fall
and I’ve lifted my body up
taking advantage of a gust of wind.
If I move it’s
thanks to the pain that slips
to my esophagus below,
my liver below, stomach below,
large intestine below,
abdomen below, knees below,
viscera inside.
Why do I write?
Because I don’t know how to speak and I don’t want to learn.
Translated from the Catalan
