Pasaran tantos anos!
Nos escaparates das zapatarías
O xénero a prezos exorbitados
Era a parte visíbel
Do frío isolamento
O país do corazón era un diminuto
Bonsai
Con brillantes froitos agachados
Entre as pólas cuberras
De liques
A terra
Que noutrora formara continentes
Cabía agora nun livián testo
Do plástco menos honorable
Que for
A light pot
So many years had passed!
In the shoe store windows
The exorbitantly priced stuff
It was the visible part
Of the cold isolation
The country of the heart was a tiny
Bonsai
With shiny fruits hidden
Among the branches covered
In lichen
The earth
That once formed continents
Now fit in a light pot
Of the least honorable plastic
Imaginable
abel abilheira 