Helder Macedo
from Winter Journey
22
On the same road
stood the same old man
turning the hurdy-gurdy
that plays without a soundhe has earth-coloured hands
he has earth-coloured feet
keeps playing the hurdy-gurdy
though it doesn’t make a soundwhen I left he was already there
already an old man who stood there
playing the hurdy-gurdy
that turned without a soundhe must have played for many years
he must be wise to many things
for he plays the hurdy-gurdy
that doesn’t need a sound
only the dogs can hear it now
growling only while they hear
the eternal hurdy-gurdy
that makes music and no soundif the old man were to die one day
if he were to forget or die
the hurdy-gurdy in the silence
would stop without a sound.
Translated by Suzette Macedo
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