Every city's a remembrance Somebody leaves in some taxi. Every portrait, a reflection Of a dissapearing one passing. For many years I've been living –Too many years– on this stage. Every stage is like a mirror Where life is struggling to stay. All my life I have been walking Through a reduced city expansion. There's a maze with no way out Behind every horizon. I play the game without caring For the outcome. I've been playing For a long time. Every city Is a game board warped in pity Every country is a lying Past that we cannot predict. Every city is a wound And a hospital –derelict–.
Translated by: me José Fernández de la Sota was born in Bilbao in 1960. He is at present the most important poet in the city.