Traxes de area (gl – en)

Ao inicio o Anxo tiña ás diminutas

E durante as tormentas que xeraba
Buscabamos refuxio en calas secretas
De paredes escarpadas onde protexidos
Do mar e da terra firme tomabamos o sol
Logo de facer o amor sobre a area
Que se nos quedaba pegada á pel 
Tornándose así o único vestido 
Que nos cubría durante días

Arrecendos do limiar oceánico
Indolencia sen medo do mañá
Nin dores do pasado

Sand clothing

In the beginning the Angel had tiny wings

and during the storms he generated 
we sought refuge in secret coves 
with steep walls where protected 
from the sea and the terra firma 
we sunbathed after making love on the sand 
that stuck to our skin 
thus becoming the only clothing 
that covered us for days

Aromas of the ocean threshold 
indolence without fear of tomorrow 
nor pains of the past