Efímera victória (gl -en)

As semanas das victorias 
un debera deitarse e pechar os ollos 
ata que pasen os días 
e entremos noutra semana 
con novas tarefas.
Os éxitos desta semana enchéronme o peito
a autoestima levou un impulso ascendente
e xa me cría capaz de todo
debía estar eu celebrándoo
ou simplemente mirando cara a outro sitio
que os putos éxitos escorregáronme das mans
e cruzaron o aramado da fronteira
dun país para o que non teño visado
nin vacunas, à tout jamais mes bijoux!
E agora estou 
aqui agachado de novo trala sebe
ou fuxido a por leña no monte
calquera cousa con tal
que a noite non me descubra
cos seus ollos podres de morte
non podo pechar os meus
nin finxir que non a vexo
as pálpebras teño grapadas
os pes presos no cemento
achégase a noite en tromba
cos seus ollos grandes e feos
anque quixer fuxir non podo
cóbreme o suor de sangue
machúcanse os nervios
a miña pel é portadora 
do mal incurable do medo

Short-lived victory

The weeks of victories
one must lie down and close his eyes
until the days go by
and let's get into another week
with new tasks.
This week's successes filled my chest
self-esteem took an upward boost
and I already believed myself capable of everything
probably I was celebrating the achievement
or just looking elsewhere
when those damned triumphs slipped out of hand
and crossed the border fence
from a country for which I have neither visa
nor vaccinations, à tout jamais mes bijoux!
And now I am
here crouched again behind the hedge
or fled in search of firewood to the forests
whatever with the only condition
That the night does not discover me
with his eyes rotten with death
I can't close mine
nor do I pretend that I don't see her
my eyelids are stapled
feet stuck in the cement paste
the night is coming like a whirlwind
with his big ugly eyes
even if I want to run away I can't
I'm covered in blood sweat
nerves crushed
my skin is carrier
of the incurable disease of fear