Acode esta miña melancolía
escoitar o respirar do océano
tentar descifrar entre as rochas
a lingua branca da escuma
cos pes enraizados na area
e a esperanza de entender
o absurdo de xirar arredor
das catro espiñas de infancia
agardando pola onda violenta
que me mova os marcos
e me situe na rosa dos ventos
creadora de rutas infindas
Wind rose
Here comes my melancholy
listen to the breathing of the ocean
trying to decipher between the rocks
the white foam language
with feet rooted in the sand
and the hope of understanding
the absurdity of turning around
of the four spines of childhood
waiting for the violent wave
that moves my boundaries
and places me in the wind rose
that creates endless routes
abel abilheira 