Oito pingas (gl – en)

Ás veces teño certeza 
da inmensidade do mundo
dos millóns de pasos que 
faltan para a seguinte meta

Pésanme as idades que gastei 
enchendo o aire de ruido 
mentres ao meu redor
a vida ía golpeando 

Ás veces noto por dentro 
a pinga de sangue do asasino 
que como un cristal roto 
me percorre a alma

Ou me vence a preguiza 
e para redimirme
só busco un xugo calquera 
que me guíe na sombra

Sinto o peso do que me falta 
aínda así concéntrome 
mentres borro do dicionario
a palabra impostor

Estou máis que certo 
de non ser eu o mesías 
dígolles ‘non me sigades, 
avanzo sen coñecer o camiño’

Ás veces agradézolle á vida 
os obstaculos insalvables
cos que vai guiando 
os meus pasos dubidosos

Teño medo da transparencia 
das paredes da cámara
onde agacho confiado
as miñas incertezas

Eight drops

Sometimes I am certain 
of the world’s vastness
of the millions of steps left 
to the next goal 

Sometimes I am saddened 
by the ages I spent 
filling the air with noise 
while life was beating around me 

Sometimes I feel inside 
the murderer's blood drop 
that runs through my soul 
like a broken glass 

Or laziness overcomes me 
and to redeem myself 
I just look for some kind of yoke 
that will guide me in the shadows 

I feel the weight of what I lack 
even so, I work hard
while erasing from the dictionary
the word impostor 

I am more than certain 
I am not the messiah 
I tell people, "Don't follow me, 
I advance without knowing the way." 

Sometimes I thank life 
for the insurmountable obstacles 
which it uses to guide me 
through the dubious steps 

I fear the transparency
of the chamber’s walls
where I confidently hide
my uncertainties