{"id":3240,"date":"2024-12-04T10:17:50","date_gmt":"2024-12-04T09:17:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rialia.eus\/permanent-exhibition\/portugalete\/maite-zaitut-ez-kirmen-uribe-2003\/"},"modified":"2025-01-22T11:50:58","modified_gmt":"2025-01-22T10:50:58","slug":"i-love-you-no-kirmen-uribe","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/rialia.eus\/en\/museum\/permanent-exhibition\/portugalete\/literature\/i-love-you-no-kirmen-uribe\/","title":{"rendered":"I love you, no. Kirmen Uribe"},"content":{"rendered":"
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He never said I love you.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

Even though he worked in the steel mills
\r\nin those times, through and through
\r\nhe remained a farmer.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

In October, he\u2019d roast the red peppers
\r\non the farmhouse balcony
\r\nwith the acetylene torch.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

His sounding voice
\r\nsilenced everyone.
\r\nHis daughter stood up to him.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

He never said I love you.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

Tobacco and steel dust
\r\nplowed through his vocal cords.
\r\nA field poppy less two leaves.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

His daughter has married into another city.
\r\nThe retiree brings a gift.
\r\nNot rubies, not red silk, either.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

Over the years he lifted the parts from the mill.
\r\nWith the acetylene torch
\r\ninch by inch he made her a bed from the steel.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

He never said I love you.<\/p>\r\n

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Translated from the Basque by Elizabeth Macklin<\/a><\/p>\r\n\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\r\n\r\n

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Aparte-apartean, Kirmen Uribe (Bitartean heldu eskutik, 2001)<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n

Sei urterekin egin zuten lehen itsasoratzea aitak eta osabak,
\r\neta patroitza Bustio baporean ikasi.
\r\nGogorrak ziren garai hartako patroiak,<\/p>\r\n\r\n

ekaitz egunetan ukabilak estutu eta zerura begira
\r\n\u00abbizarrik badaukazu etorri hona!\u00bb
\r\nJainkoari amenazo egiten zieten horietakoak.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

Mutil koskorrak zirenean, igandeko mezetara
\r\ntxandaka joan behar izaten zuten lau anaia nagusiek,
\r\ntraje bakarra baitzen etxean. Bata elizatik etorri,<\/p>\r\n\r\n

trajea erantzi, besteari eman
\r\neta horrela joaten ziren mezetara,
\r\nnor bere orduan, nor bere zapatez.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

Umetan, aita itsasotik iristen zen egunean,
\r\nportuko morro luzeenean egoten ginen zain
\r\nmendebaldera begira. Hasieran<\/p>\r\n\r\n

ezer ikusten ez bazen ere, laster
\r\nantzematen zuen gutariko batek hodeiertzean
\r\npuntu beltz bat, pixkanaka itsasontzi bilakatzen zena.
\r\nOrdu beteren buruan heltzen zen ontzia morrora,
\r\neta bira egiten zuen gure aurrean portura sartzeko.
\r\nAitak agur egiten zigun eskuaz.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

Ontzia igaro orduko, arineketan joaten ginen
\r\natrakatu behar zuten tokira.
\r\nAita ohean azkenetan zegoela ere<\/p>\r\n\r\n

gorazarre egiten zion bizitzari,
\r\neguna bizi behar dela esaten zigun,
\r\nbeti arduratuta ibiliz gero ihes dagiela bizitzak.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

Eta agintzen zuen: Beti iparralderago
\r\njoan behar duzue, ez da sarea bota behar
\r\narraina ziur dagoela dakizuen tokian,<\/p>\r\n\r\n

aparte-apartean bilatu behar da,
\r\ndaukazuenarekin konformatu gabe.
\r\n\u00abHeriotzak ez du irabaziko\u00bb<\/p>\r\n\r\n

idatzi zuen Dylan Thomasek,
\r\nbaina nonoiz irabazten du,
\r\neta halaxe amatatu zen aitaren bizitza ere,<\/p>\r\n\r\n

mendebaldera eginez
\r\nhodeiertzean galtzen zen itsasontzia bezala,
\r\nuberan oroitzapenak marraztuz.<\/p>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

He never said I love you. Even though he worked in the steel mills in those times, through and through he remained a farmer. In October, he\u2019d roast the red peppers on the farmhouse balcony with the acetylene torch. His sounding voice silenced everyone. His daughter stood up to him. He never said I love […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":3152,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"templates\/page-interior-expo-permanente.php","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-3240","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/rialia.eus\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3240","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/rialia.eus\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/rialia.eus\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rialia.eus\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rialia.eus\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3240"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/rialia.eus\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3240\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3246,"href":"https:\/\/rialia.eus\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3240\/revisions\/3246"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rialia.eus\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3152"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/rialia.eus\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3240"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}