Crónica mortuoria (gl – en)

Así, chegou a morte 
ainda que unha vez máis 
non nos buscaba a nós

caeu ao pe da nosa porta 
vestida de luces azuis 
e os seus tres oficiais de duelo
policía - ambulancia - bombeiros

mentres durmiamos
envoltos en capas illantes
nós, unha vez máis, sós
nun universo único
ferido de soidade

Deles, das vítimas 
só permanecía na veciñanza
o desconcerto balizado
e as chapas retorcidas
as medidas, as marcas
os datos explicativos

Ela, a violenta morte, 
allea xa aos protocolos
renovada afastouse
disruptiva, imparábel

Death Chronicle

And so, death arrived,
although once again
it was not looking for us.

It fell at our doorstep,
dressed in blue lights,
with its three officers of mourning:
police – ambulance – fire brigade.

While we slept,
wrapped in insulating layers,
we, once again, alone
in a universe of our own,
wounded by loneliness.

Of them, the victims,
all that remained in the neighbourhood
was bewilderment, cordoned off,
and twisted sheets of metal,
the measurements, the markings,
the explanatory details.

She, violent death,
already beyond the protocols,
moved away, renewed,
disruptive, unstoppable.