Perfect Life

When I was 13 I had a sister for 6 months.
She arrived one February morning, pale and shellshocked,
from past lives I could not imagine.
She was 3 years older than me,
but in no time we became friends.
We’d listen to her mix tapes;
Dead Can Dance, Felt, This Mortal Coil…
She introduced me to her favourite books,
gave me clothes, and my first cigarette.
Sometimes we would head down to Blackbirds moor
to watch the barges on Grand Union in the twilight.
She said “The water has no memory.”
For a few months everything about our lives was perfect.
It was only us, we were inseparable.
But gradually, she passed into another distant part of my memory,
until I could no longer remember her face, her voice, even her name.

We have got
We have got the perfect life...

Vida Perfecta

Cuando tenía 13 tuve una hermana por 6 meses.
Ella llego una mañana de febrero, pálida y con estrés post-traumático
De vidas pasadas que no podría imaginar
Ella era 3 años mayor que yo
Pero de inmediato nos volvimos amigas
Escuchábamos sus mix-tapes
Dead Can Dance, Felt, This Mortal Coil..
Me presento sus libros favoritos, me dio ropa. Y mi primer cigarrillo

Algunas veces bajábamos al paramo blackbirds para ver
Las barcazas en Grand unión en el crepúsculo
Me dijo “el agua no tiene memoria”
Por algunos meses todo respecto a nuestras vidas era perfecto
Éramos solo nosotras, éramos inseparables
Pero gradualmente, paso a otra parte distante en mi memoria
Hasta poder no reconocer aun su rostro, su voz, incluso su nombre

Tenemos
Tenemos la vida perfecta….