I've talked to a goat.
was alone in the meadow, was tied. Harta
grass, washed by rain
, bleating.
That was bleating like fraternal
my pain. And I answered,
first joke, then it is eternal pain,
has one voice and does not vary.
And I heard this voice
moan in a lonely goat. In a goat
Semitic face
regret any pain I heard,
any other life.
was alone in the meadow, was tied. Harta
grass, washed by rain
, bleating.
That was bleating like fraternal
my pain. And I answered,
first joke, then it is eternal pain,
has one voice and does not vary.
And I heard this voice
moan in a lonely goat. In a goat
Semitic face
regret any pain I heard,
any other life.
Umberto Saba (Trieste, 1883 - Gorizia, 1957), Version Jesús López Pacheco.
Santkovsky Thanks to Jorge for his valuable contribution.
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