(1) Un círculo é o espazo que por descoido 
foi sendo rodeado por unha circunferencia
unha área segura onde nada exterior penetra

If ‘illamento percebido positivo’
     True - Jump to (2)
     False - Jump to (3)

(2) Nunha área segura, por falta de atención
ás veces a modiño unha circunferencia muda
consegue illar unha rexión súper-segura

      Jump to (1)

(3) vixilancia continua das liñas curvas

*Notas de programación: o bucle 1 - 2 colapsa cando cada círculo conteña unha soa molecula

Programming

(1) A circle is the space that, through neglect,
has gradually been surrounded by a circumference,
a safe area where nothing from outside can penetrate.

If ‘perceived isolation positive’
      True — Jump to (2)
      False — Jump to (3)

(2) Within a safe area, through lack of attention,
sometimes, slowly, a silent circumference 
and manages to isolate a super-safe region.

      Jump to (1)

(3) continuous surveillance of curved lines

*Programming notes: the 1–2 loop collapses when each circle contains a single molecule

Entre los blancos dientes 
sujeta las escrituras
solo unha débil barrera de ancianos
aguantando las pesadas pancartas
le hizo frente como en tiempos remotos 

Entre los diente se lleva 
la verde yerba de los caballos 
al otro lado de la carretera, 
el desfiladero de jabalíes 
y los montículos del tejón

Con la impoluta urbanización
viene a barrer las sucias gallinas 
y con ellas estos ignorantes
a los que la tierra llama en voz alta
apagando las últimas llamas

Sonrrie confiado, impune
de camino a la fiesta del partido 
seguro de su parte del botín

Expropiation

Between White Teeth
He holds the deeds
between his white teeth;
only a frail barrier of old men
 holding up their heavy banners
stood before him, as in ancient times.
Between his teeth he carries away
the green grass of the horses
on the other side of the road,
the ravine of the wild boar
and the badger’s mounds.
With the spotless development
he comes to sweep away
the dirty chickens
and with them these ignorant ones
whom the earth calls out to loudly,
snuffing out the last flames.
He smiles, confident, unpunished,
on his way to the party celebration,
certain of his share of the spoils.

Un grupo forte 
de homes de negro
con pasamontañas
é quen de untar gloria 
na mediocridade

uniformes
arengan de altura e territorio
de monótonas columnas 
e explanadas militares

Porén
No caos da diversidade 
florece unha humanidade
No seu máximo explendor

Quen é o outro, sucio e pobre
que tanto incomoda
como podemos pecharlle a porta
se igual que nós leva un poeta 
cargado de dor e esperanza

E eses nenos rebentados polas bombas
non son acaso as nosas fillas
como podemos aquí sentados
non cubrir o noso chan co sangue acedo
Dos ollos desolados?

Hai un poder novísimo
que logra camuflarse
entre as herbas das infusións
e vestirlles pasamontañas
aos desamparados

Balaclava

A powerful band
of men dressed in black,
their faces hidden behind balaclavas,
can somehow make mediocrity
look glorious

Uniforms
chant the praises of height and territory,
of monotonous columns 
and military squares

And yet,
in the chaos of diversity,
humanity blossoms
in all its splendour

Who is this other,
dirty and poor,
who makes us so uncomfortable?
How can we close the door on them
when, just like us,
they carry a poet
laden with pain and hope?

And those children
blown apart by bombs—
are they not, after all,
our daughters?

How can we sit here,
and not cover our ground
with the bitter blood
of our desolate eyes?

There is a brand-new power
that knows how to camouflage itself
among the herbs in our infusions,
and place balaclavas
upon the defenceless.