A carga (gl – en)

Nesta praia onde nos deixou 
a tormenta varados
non queda sol que quente 
as roupas molladas
e a area na que se enterran os pes
non recorda as pás de xoguete
senon os sacos de cemento
que queiman as zonas sensibles da pel
para selar o interior
- aquí as feridas tardan en curar
- e deixan cicatrices abultadas 
- imposibles de ignorar

Onde estamos papá?
qué tipo de seres somos
nesta mesma praia encallados
onde a tormenta nos cuspiu
aburrida de arrebolarnos
cargados coas nosas lousas
que xa ninguén agarda
- por fidelidade aos antergos
- moi fortes e moi mortos todos
finalmente só quedamos nós
botemos as pedras ao mar 
o océano non ten corazón
pero si dentes para moelas
e que non sirvan máis
para que os nenos se escondan
baixo o inmenso peso

The burden

On this beach where the storm
left us stranded
there is no sun left to warm up 
our wet clothes
and the sand in which the feet are buried
does not remind the toy shovels
but sacks of cement
which burn sensitive areas of the skin
to seal the interior
- here the wounds take time to heal
- and leave bulging scars
- impossible to ignore

Where are we, Dad?
what kind of beings we are
on this very beach stranded
where the storm spat our bodies
bored of tumbling us
ballasted with our slabs
which no one is waiting for anymore
- for fidelity to the ancients
- very strong and very dead all of them
eventually we are the only ones left
let's throw those stones into the sea
the ocean has no heart
but it does have teeth for mill
and so they will no longer serve
for the children to hide
under all that weight