Lia Sturua - Nails / على المسامير - من الشعر الجيورجي

Lia Sturua - Nails / على المسامير - من الشعر الجيورجي صوت أحمد قطليش *** [The frozen street forces me to walk on nails] The frozen street forces me to walk on nails: The sharp sides pointed towards me, The heads - deep in the ground. Looking out of the window I am already frightened, I make a deal with the TV And some announcers grow inside my throat Like nettles And eventually they start talking like me: Emotions on the top of the tongue, a background in philology... Leaving all those at home I go out easier, The nail-street, Bends lie a cat's back - Soft, with some warmth inside. Who remembers me? Is it really possible to stretch a hand From out of the grave As though from out of a blanket? Translated by Dalila Gogia and Tim Kercher