I, tree

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First Mugaritz’s menu (1998)

I, tree,

who shares the ground and wet roots of the sea

with two silent stony lookouts with a double glance

I must tell you that,

under my varying sky, the supplier of green and bluish lives

beings, made from near and far winds, are moving

sending to all the borders of my old gestures;

smells and tastes of friendly products, sounds of an ax

with a soul of linen and cotton

watered with strokes of oil and wine

among the ferns’ whispers and tears from my body

for my pleasure and all of yours’, roamers

of these centuries and of that steep muga.

(Text by: J. Matximbarrena)