Os gofres (gl – en)

Tralo ruido dos mobles laiandose 
do incansable lume frío de lúa
recuperamos a mobilidade 
baixando cara á luz coa roupa nova
saímos como cans ceibos co fuciño en alto 
cheirando o ceo á procura da felicidade
facemos cola nos gofres
que comemos diante do escaparate
manchamos os dedos de chocolate
camiñamos entre a xente 
cara a praza De Brouckère
deixamos o sol baixo descansar por uns intres
nas palpebras pechadas dos nosos ollos
consultamos a carteleira do cine
libres de escoller o que nos pete
paseamos e con cada paso 
desfacémonos da cinza 
inventando un novo universo
que nos invade 
por cada poro da pel

The waffles

After the moaning of the furniture complaining 
about the tireless cold fire of the moon
we regain mobility
descending towards the light in new clothes
we go out like free dogs with the snout up
smelling the sky in search of happiness
we queue at the waffles
that are eaten in front of the shop window
staining our fingers with chocolate
and walking among the people
towards Place De Brouckère
we let the sun rest for a while
in our closed eyelids 
consulted the cinema board
free to choose anything
we promenade and with every step 
get rid of the ash 
inventing a new universe
that invades 
each pore of our skin