Unha cea de enxeñeiros (gl – en)

(O restaurante preparáranos a mesa do faiado, nunha intimidade de trabes brancas)

E incluso naquel recuncho tan romántico 
Tan propicio para a floración e as abellas
Comezamos a vernos rodeados de tensores
Nun camiño estreito cara á relatividade

Así que tiven que facelo, sen calcular os riscos
Declarei o meu horror da técnica
Amosei a fábrica da infancia, inferno de ferros
E como a única vía que pasaba polo barrio
Cando con trece anos miraba o horizonte 
Levaba a un vertedeiro de batas brancas
Animaliños revolvendo cun pau 
Moreas de compoñentes electrónicos
Mentres na parte de dentro unha selva
Medraba indómita e dolorida

A Dinner of Engineers

(The restaurant had prepared our table in the attic, in the intimacy of white wooden beams)

And even in that corner, so romantic,
So conducive to flowers blooming and bees,
We began to see ourselves surrounded by tensors 
On a narrow path towards relativity.

So I had to do it, without calculating the risks:
I declared my horror of technology,
Showed them the factory of my childhood, a hell of iron,
And how the only road that ran through the neighbourhood,
When, at thirteen, I used to gaze towards the horizon,
Led to a dump inhabited by men in white coats,
Little creatures rummaging with a stick
Through heaps of electronic components,
While inside me, a jungle
Was growing wild and wounded.