O señor dos cans
leva dous galgos grises
que grazas ás correas
o manteñen pegado á terra
cada mañá cando marcho
para entrar ás sete
quizais terei eu que encontrar
unha parella de amigos
que me saquen a pasear
e impidan que me perda
atmosfera arriba
cando me ceibe a carga cotiá
como ha ser esa vida
xa sen tensión que manteña
o temón a marcar o rumbo
cantos anos máis a seguir
cando poderei por fin
acadar o descanso
Subir, fundirme co ceo
ser filtro dos raios solares
devolver algo do recibido
The Man with the Dogs
The man with the dogs
walks two greyhounds
whose leads
keep him tethered to the ground
each morning when I leave
to clock in at seven.
Perhaps I too will have to find
a pair of friends
to take me out for walks
and keep me from drifting
up into the atmosphere
when the daily burden
is finally lifted.
What will that life be like,
with no longer any tension
to keep the helm
holding its course?
How many more years to carry on,
when will I finally
reach the rest?
To rise, to merge with the sky,
to filter the sun's rays,
to give something back
of what I have received.
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