Lia Sturua – Nails / على المسامير – من الشعر الجيورجي nصوت أحمد قطليشnn*** [The frozen street forces me to walk on nails]nThe frozen street forces me to walk on nails:nThe sharp sides pointed towards me,nThe heads – deep in the ground.nLooking out of the window I am already frightened,nI make a deal with the TVnAnd some announcers grow inside my throatnLike nettlesnAnd eventually they start talking like me:nEmotions on the top of the tongue,na background in philology…nLeaving all those at homenI go out easier,nThe nail-street,nBends lie a cat’s back -nSoft, with some warmth inside.nWho remembers me?nIs it really possible to stretch a handnFrom out of the gravenAs though from out of a blanket?nnTranslated by Dalila Gogia and Tim Kercher