Ao pé da Señora das Flores (gl – en)

Arrastrados por un torrente épico 
Enormes penedos, troncos tronzados 
Raíces arrincadas 
Ósos, plumas, area 
Amoréanse ao pé da tua cama 
En absoluto silencio 
Tralo inxente esforzo 

Desde o peitoril da ventá de outono 
Contémplante catro flores desconcertadas 
Sen saber de partos, nin de despedidas 
Nin imaxinar o tamaño do amor 
Que fixo soportables tamañas feridas

At the Feet of Our Lady of the Flowers

Swept along by an epic torrent
Enormous boulders, splintered tree trunks
Uprooted roots
Bones, feathers, sand
Gather in heaps at the foot of your bed
In absolute silence
After the immense effort

From the windowsill of an autumn window
Four bewildered flowers gaze at you
Knowing nothing of births, nor farewells
Nor able to imagine the depth of love
Needed to endure such terrible wounds