Dena - Taura

Litezkeen gauzarik

Ederrenak ez dira

Mezurik sakonenak

Ez dira oraindik esan

Herrialde gehienak

Herrialde ezezagunak dira

Ez den zenbat gauza

Ez den zenbat jende den munduan

Ez den herrialdean sortu ginen

Eta, geu ere, izan, esan gabe doa

Ez garena gara

El origen se disolvió

Dena gabezia, dena atzetasuna

Dena bitartea, dena hutsaldia

Dena aldartea, dena lekutasuna

Eta egiteko gehienak egiteke ditugu

Poemarik behinenak izkiriatzeke daude…

Ez diren gauzak ere badira

Bizitza, ez diren gauzez ere

Osatzen delako

El origen se disolvió

Invisible

Nothing could happen

They are not the prettiest

Deepest messages

They haven't been told yet

Most countries

They are unknown countries

Not many things

It doesn't matter how many people there are in the world

We were born in a different country

And, we too, it goes without saying

We are not what we are

El origen was dissolved

Everything is lack, everything is backwardness

Everything is in between, everything is vanity

Everything is mood, everything is location

And we can do most of the things

The first poems are yet to be published...

There are also things that are not

Life, not even about the things that are

Because it is complete

El origen was dissolved

Invisible