Ríos e soños (gl – en)

Pecho os ollos, abaixo o río coas mareas artificiais que me deixan destemperado, eu agardando polos ciclos da lúa e aquí chegan as augas rápidas subindo cara ao canaval, cubrindo a barcaza medio enterrada na lama. 

Un cisne, unha parella de galiñola negra patrullan todo ao longo da marxe norte do Lea, logo estas augas marróns ao contrario do que podo supoñer, tamén conteñen vida.

O parking vermello, os edificios azuis, crema, marróns da illa, o paseo que bordea o meandro ata a ponte que cruza á estación do metro.

A diferencia coa rúa da casa onde vivimos en Manchester durante máis de catro anos, aquí hai unha vista ampla, podes buscar o horizonte entre as torres, sobre as autovías e polo outro lado, se te asomas ao balcón vese o Támesis, cos Uber Boats de servizo cara ao centro, e un gran barco amarrado que me enche a cabeza de sal e liberdade. Sempre penso, qué sorte viaxar tan lonxe, a países descoñecidos, por mares inexplorados! Aí é onde está o cerne da vida, aí nese movemento cara ao novo, os ollos ávidos de luz, de aprendizaxe. 

Os barcos sempre aportan un sustrato rico para os meus soños.

Rivers and dreams

I close my eyes, down there, the river with the artificial tides that leave me untempered, I wait for the cycles of the moon but here come the fast waters rising towards the reedbed, covering the barge half buried in the mud

A swan, a pair of black grouse patrol everything along the north bank of the Lea, then these brown waters, contrary to what I can assume, also contain life.

The red parking lot, the blue, cream, brown buildings of the island, the promenade that borders the meander to the bridge that crosses towards the tube station.

Unlike the street in the house where we lived in Manchester for more than four years, here there is a wide view, you can look for the horizon between the towers and over the motorways and on the other side, if you look out on the balcony you can see the Thames, with Uber Boats in service to the center, and a large ship moored that fills my head with salt and freedom. I always think, what luck to travel so far, to unknown countries, through unexplored seas! That is where the heart of life is, there in that movement towards the new, your eyes hungry for light, for learning.

Ships always provide a rich substrate for my dreams.