Son rico (gl – en)

Con esforzo consigo cada día  
manter o equilibrio 
entre o que desexo
e o que podo tolerar
teño a comida que preciso
un teito onde medrar
ao quente, enxoito
pecho os ollos para escoitar
a respiración do mar
e o meu corpo 
como un arbusto 
á conquista da duna 
encontra a paz 
así, co sol e o vento
a miña pel aliméntase 
como a planta polas follas
e como ela tamén inclino
tantas veces a cabeza
ao chan 
tantas veces que me afixen
a aguantar a ausencia
do que non necesito
e a presión do baleiro
do peito cobizante
tralos movementos
no faiado 
dos anxos non binarios
o meu territorio se cobre
de plumón branco 
trato de imitalos
sen importar a derrota
os meus dedos acarician
conscientes, cautos
coidadosos, a fronteira
doutros corpos
ou da sombra que deixaran
son tantas vidas!
tantos decorados!
aínda que podo separar
o tramo da sustancia sólida
do da espiritual
e ordenar cada evento
cada decepción ben atada
estibada no seu alboio
golpe tras golpe aprendo 
que o único importante
é aprender
e así dispoño 
o seguinte paso,
quizais materia
quizais espírito,
no que me agarda
o temido 
por descoñecido
pacientemente esperando
a ser descuberto

I’m rich

With effort I manage every day to maintain the balance between what I desire and what I can tolerate. I have the food I need, a roof to grow in, warm and dry, I close my eyes to listen to the breath of the sea, and my body, like a bush conquering the dune, finds peace. Thus, with the sun and the wind, my skin is nourished like a plant by its leaves, and like it, I bow my head to the ground so many times that I get used to enduring the absence of what I don't need and the pressure of the emptiness of my coveting chest. After the movements in the attic of the non-binary angels, my territory is covered with white down. I try to imitate them, regardless of defeat. My fingers caress, conscious, cautious, and careful, the border of other bodies or the shadow they left. There are so many lives! So many sceneries!  Although I can separate the solid substance from the spiritual and order each event, each disappointment well tied up and stowed in its barn, blow after blow I learn that the only important thing is to learn, and so I arrange the next step, perhaps matter, perhaps spirit, in which the dreaded unknown awaits me, patiently waiting to be discovered.