Liñas rectas e outras dimensións (gl – en)

A mañá encountrome vestido de escamas:
por dentro era todo de espiñas duras 
e ósos secos 
sendo esta austeridade propicia
á destilación dos moi anhelados,
e tan cartesianos, versos

Sobre o céspede de dez días 
que o outono orballara de estrelas
respirando o aire fresco de doce graos
enterrei os pés espidos na moqueta verde

cada paso húmido camiño do composteiro
caricia de herbas tenras que espertou
un animal de sangue e esmeraldas
que me arrastrou a novas dimensións
onde os sentidos sustituiron ás rectas

Straight lines and other dimensions

The morning found me dressed in scales:
inside, I was all hard thorns
and dry bones,
this austerity being conducive
to the distillation of those longed-for,
so Cartesian, lines of verse.

Over the ten-day-old lawn,
which autumn had sprinkled with stars,
breathing the fresh air at twelve degrees,
I buried my bare feet on the green carpet.

Each damp step towards the compost heap,
a caress of tender grasses that awoke
an animal of blood and emeralds,
which dragged me into new dimensions
where the senses took the place of straight lines.