ratiño mollado
o colchón fede a medo
agarda quieto que pasen lentas as horas
que a calor do corpo evapore o pis frío
e cando ven a mañá
a chamar coa sua corneta
o ratiño cobre de terra a noite
e o medo que deixou
no fedor do colchón seco
a culpa e a vergonza
lava a cara con auga fría
e sae ergueito ao camiño
a pisar a terra que pode con todo
o ratiño aprende as ciencias no cole
e a arte do enterramento nas noite húmidas
Wet little mouse
wet little mouse
the mattress stinks of fear
wait quietly for the hours to pass slowly
let the body heat evaporate the cold pee
and when the morning comes
calling with his horn
the little mouse covers the night with dirt
and the fear he left behind
in the stench of the dry mattress
guilt and shame
wash his face with cold water
and goes straight to the dirt road
to step on the earth that bears everything
the little mouse learns science at school
and the art of burial in wet nights
abel abilheira 