LOST THINGS, FOUND HOPES (poem) - Harkaitz Cano - Spain

OBJEKTU GALDUAK, ESPERANTZA AURKITUAK

Nietzscherentzat, esperantza zen derrotaren hasiera.

Baina izan gintezke erradikalago ere:
gauza guztien hasiera bera da derrotaren hasiera.

Guztiok gara galtzaile, soilik batzuek beste batzuek baino
polikiago galtzen dutela.

“Zer moduz zabiltza?”, galdetzen dugu, dohakabe.

“Poliki”, erantzuten dugu, jakin gabe.

Irabaztea esaten diogu, nonbait, poliki galtzeari.

Baina nik, galtzea maite ez dudan honek, biziki maite dut galtzea basoan.

Batez ere galtzea azala eta musika,
eta arnasa eta larrua
darien basoetan.

LOST THINGS, FOUND HOPES

For Nietzsche, hope was the beginning of loss.

But we can be even more radical:
the beginning of anything is the beginning of loss.

We all lose, but some lose more slowly
than others.

‘How’s it going?’ we ask mercilessly.

‘Slowly’, we answer, without really knowing.

Losing slowly is what we call winning.

But I, who do not love losing, love to lose myself in the forest.

Especially in forests
of music and breath,
skin and bark.