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HAS VIST SOMNIS esfumar-se.
Has vist il·lusions esmicolades.
Has vist la fosca que tot ho embolcalla.
I t’has dit que tot sembla perdut.

Sabies que el fum deixa sutge?
Que el que es fragmenta esdevé pols?
Que no hi ha blanc sense negre?
I que sóc, de tu, ben a prop?

Escombrarem el sutge i la pols,
amb això adobarem la terra,
la regarem i, sense mirar enrere,
retrobarem la llum.

[Poema a partir d’una imatge, iniciativa de Llibres per llegir.]

A letter has arrived

You have seen dreams vanishing.
You have seen illusions crumbled.
You have seen everything covered by darkness.
So you are giving up hope. 

Did you know that smoke results in soot?
Did you know that crumbled things turn into dust?
Did you know that there is no white without black?
Did you know that I am so close to you?

We will sweep the soot and the dust.
We will fertilize the ground with them.
We will water it and, not looking back,
we will find the light again.