THE BASQUE LANGUAGE LAMB

The Scaffold

When you say that language is dying
It is as if you said that fire is being extinguished
When I say that language is dying
It is as if I said that the lamb is dying
But fire is extinguished naturally, by itself
And the lamb, nevertheless, is sold by a Judas
It is crucified unjustly by a Pilate
And a Longinos hangman kills it

The Voice that Emigrated

I write in the language of my ancestors
I write in the language that was spoken in the Head of this Kingdom
The majority language in our territory
The only one that was understood in all our towns

Nowadays, this is called a "minority" language

They will find

They will find
Neither white flowers
Nor traces
The bench that you used as a bed until yesterday
The voice you used as emigrant compass
Will be today, along with your body, fuel to the flames
But you will become the bush that burns
But is never consumed
You will be eternally on fire
As long as the word in the mouth of your people remains alive

Juankar Mugartza