Xe M. Sánchez
Humanu

Ye ochobre.
Dellos páxaros de pasu
tornen del norte, esnalando
perriba los cantiles d’Asturies
dica dalgún llugar n’África,
ensin mapes,
ensin pasaportes,
ensin fronteres,
ensin tarxetes de créitu,
ensin teléfonu móvil,
ensin Internet…
quiciabes, al mesmu llugar
au diz l’antropoloxía
que ñació’l ser humanu
(cuandu’l ser humanu
entá namái yera un ser humanu).

Xe M. Sánchez
Human

It is October.
Some birds of passage
return from the North,
flying over the Asturian cliffs
towards some place in Africa,
without maps,
without passports,
without borders,
without credit cards,
without mobile phones,
without Internet…
maybe towards the same place
where anthropology says
that human being was born
(when human beings
were still only a human being).