E cando bombardearon as casas dos demais,
protestamos
pero non o suficiente, opuxémonos, pero non
o suficiente. Eu estaba
na miña cama, e ao redor da miña cama América
caía en anacos: unha invisible casa tras outra invisible casa tras outra invisible casa.
Saquei unha cadeira e saín a mirar o sol.
Ao sexto mes
da desfeita reina na casa do diñeiro
na rúa do diñeiro na cidade do diñeiro no país do diñeiro,
o noso gran país de diñeiro, nós (perdóenos)
vivimos felices durante a guerra.
And when they bombed other people’s houses, we
protested
but not enough, we opposed them but not
enough. I was
in my bed, around my bed America
was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house.
I took a chair outside and watched the sun.
In the sixth month
of a disastrous reign in the house of money
in the street of money in the city of money in the country of money,
our great country of money, we (forgive us)
lived happily during the war.
© Ilya Kaminsky
Fotogafías © AP
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