Logo de aceptar que romperan todos
os preciosos xarróns de cristal tallado
logo de se arrastrar coa boca aberta
polos túneles fétidos do sumidoiro
precísase a coraxe de aguantarlle
a mirada condenatoria ao espello
termar das pernas dos cabalos bravos
evitarlles fuxir da vergonza ao galope
agora que estás no lado das cuspidelas
no barrio dos proscritos, dos condenados
queda renacer neste envase engurrado
e mentres o altar de onde mirabas o ceo
comeza a cubrirse co irreversible verdello
as mans nos petos apalpan o cereal
para que o vento siga a peitear ondas
Rebirth
After accepting that all the precious cut glass vases broke
after crawling open-mouthed through the fetid sewer tunnels
it takes courage to hold the damning look in the mirror
hold back the legs of wild horses to prevent them from running away from shame at a gallop
now that you are on the side of the spits, in the neighborhood of the outlaws, of the condemned
it remains only to be reborn in this wrinkled container
and while the altar from where you looked at the sky begins to be covered with the irreversible moss
the hands in the pockets feel the cereal so that the wind continues to comb waves