Listas (gl – en)

Escribo listas
Coas que rasco na tona do futuro
A ver o que agacha aló embaixo

Cando a tinta xa secou no papel
E algo do entrevisto sucede
Afróuxaseme a parte alta das costas

Entón mesmo se a maquinaria da vida
Cravou ganchos e dentes
Nos músculos e nervios

Mesmo se o centro da alma semella
Unha lesma esmagada no cemento
Por unha pesada bota do 45

Quizais haxa esta noite ás 3 e media
Un resplandor contra o leste
Conforme avanzamos camiño de Oxford

Lists

I write lists down
With which I scratch the future’s outer layer
To see what lurks beneath

When the ink has dried on the paper
And something of the foresaw happens
My upper back loosens

Then even if the machinery of life
Has driven hooks and teeth
Into muscles and nerves

Even if the center of the soul seems
A slug crushed on a cement slab
By a heavy size 11 boot

Maybe tonight at 3:30
There will be a glow coming from the east
As we head south towards Oxford