Nos cercos (gl – en)

Nos cercos deixados polo vaso 
na barra do bar 
nacían complexos labirintos 
con saída a unha rua morta

durante todo o proceso de deconstrución 
non coñecin o canto enlouquecido da azulenta 
nin o ranurado elegante da folla da faia 
só a poderosa aguia con patas amarelas de galiña 
cubría coas suas ás o meu territorio

ao bater nas paredes circulares do labirinto 
íanse perdendo partes 
fin da noite nunha rua 
sen portas nin escaparates 
coa resaca como residuo entre os dedos tralos intentos vans de esconder 
o mar na cunca das minhas mans

In the water rings

In the water rings left by the glass 
on the bar counter 
complex labyrinths were born 
with an exit to a dead end street

during the whole process of deconstruction 
I didn't know the crazy song of the dunnock 
nor the elegant groove of the beech leaf 
only the mighty eagle with yellow chicken legs 
covered my territory with its wings

when hitting the circular walls of the labyrinth 
some parts were lost 
end of the night in a street 
without doors or shop windows 
with the hangover as residue 
between my fingers after vain attempts 
to hide the sea in the cup of my hands