Maria de Lourdes Victoria
Newcastle
LA TARGETA
Llego a la agencia de Medicare
del país que me dio amparo,
trabajo y nietos.
Traigo mis 65 años
a reclamar beneficios postergados.
Una cola de viejitos aguarda turno.
No soy ellos.
¿O sí?
La tarjeta que recibo no parece premio
sino la entrada al final de mis sueños.
THE CARD
I arrive to the Medicare agency
of the country that gave me refuge,
work and grandchildren.
I bring my 65 years
to claim deferred benefits.
A line of old people waits their turn.
I am not them.
Am I?
The card I receive does not feel like a prize
but like an entry ticket to the end of my dreams.
Original language: Spanish
Translated by: Poet
Translated by: Poet