O tractor teimudo rascou a tona verde
Empuxado polo cortexo de plumas brancas
A terra aberta mostrou o seu ventre marrón
Fértil, debecendo pola vida acolleu a semente
…
Pero no día sinalado, a semente e a terra,
As aves e o tractor, desterrados, solitarios,
Axexaron o estático telón azul ata o horizonte
Agardando en van algún movemento
Mentres mudos escoitaban festas ao lonxe
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On the appointed day
The stubborn tractor scratched the green field
Pushed by the courtship of white feathers
The open soil showed its brown belly
Fertile, desiring life, it welcomed the seed
…
But on the appointed day, the seed and the soil,
The birds and the tractor, banished, solitary,
Stalked the static blue curtain to the horizon
Waiting in vain for some movement
While silently listening to distant celebrations
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