Querida amiga,
a mesa sobre a que pousaba o mundo
está sendo inclinada perigosamente
os vasos, os pratos e nós mesmos,
comezamos a escorregar cara ao baleiro
pensaría que, alienado,
me deixo levar do pesimismo
se non for polas cambras no brazo
da man asida as faragullas
restanes da esperanza
Crumbs of hope
Dear friend,
the table on which the world rested
is being tilted dangerously
the glasses, the plates and ourselves
begin to slide towards the void
One might think that, alienated,
I give in to pessimism
were it not for the cramps in the arm
of the hand that clutches
the last crumbs of hope
abel abilheira 