estudiant idiomes, sr. ministre

o més o menys 
(en els comentaris, hi he deixat un símil de traducció dels dos poemes)


TITTLE-TATTLE AVENUE

harshly up on landing
across the gossip airstrip
birds of ill omen 
laid their wings 
over the rocks 
            down to die
to carry a dim-witted life
    perhaps watching TV
                        a reality show, as expected
  its own exactitudes
                                 and so on...




GOODBYE

sand falls into silence
in surrrender, indeed,
towards alive oil on canvas
now melted, often clear frosted
sand is drawing a fine texture
a silk delicate pashmina
it's me
blanket for my skin
planted in the ground
and willowy in the air
as reeds of the rush when they fly
to say goodbye
.