Percorro a beira do río,
ao que voltaron os habitantes da infancia
malia a miseria agarrada como un carracho
as cousas melloraron
tanto que estou xa disposto a bañarme
nas augas transparentes
e ignorando a temperatura
ir disolvéndome progresivamente
neste cristal verde
primeiro as pernas que moito me soportaron
logo o meu sexo que tanta atención requeriu
a continuación o peito do meu corazón idiota
e finalmente esta cabeza tan dura por veces
xa non son máis eu, agora el, o río,
e máis eu somos unha soa cousa:
pasarei o resto da eternidade
retorcéndome nestes meandros
deixando o picapeixe penetrar o meu corpo
aberto á luz e á doce vida
Liquid plans
I walk along the riverbank,
to which the inhabitants of childhood have returned
despite the misery that grips like a tick
things have improved
so much that I am now ready to bathe
in the transparent waters
and ignoring the temperature
to gradually dissolve
into this green crystal
first my legs that have endured so much
then my sex that has required so much attention
then the chest of my idiot heart
and finally this head that was so hard sometimes
I am no longer me, now it, the river,
and I are one thing:
I will spend the rest of eternity
twirling in these meanders
letting the kingfish penetrate my body
open to the light and the sweet life
Mentres tanto… (gl- en)
As bicicletas avanzaban esta mañá
coa liberdade da adolescencia
movíanse case sen esforzo
á beira do río que mostraba
as intimidades do seu leito
a través dun fermoso cristal verde
Pedaleando íansenos
almacenando nos ollos
as bendicións fluviais
Pola tarde, seguindo as augas
ancoramos os pés no areal
o sol sorprendeuse da pálida pel
mentres rozaba o branco das ondas
que seguían arrolando o fogar
determinadas no aporte de sal
Meanwhile...
The bicycles advanced this morning
with the freedom of adolescence
they moved almost effortlessly
along the river that showed
the intimacies of its bed
through a beautiful green crystal
Pedaling we went
storing in our eyes
the fluvial blessings
In the afternoon, following the waters
we anchored our feet on the sand
the sun surprised the pale skin
while rubbeb the white of the waves
which kept lulling our home
determined in their contribution of salt
De camiño ao cumio! (gl – en)
Buscando facer sitio no teléfono púxenme a borrar fotos e topei esta do ano pasado subindo a Snowdon (Yr Wyddfa), a montaña mais alta de Gales.
As montañas teñen moita poesía, camiñar por elas é unha inmersión a pulmón na beleza e unha fonte inesgotável de metáforas.
Publicada no meu instagram.
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Heading to the summit!
Looking to make room on my phone, I started deleting photos and came across this one from last year climbing Snowdon (Yr Wyddfa), the highest mountain in Wales.
Mountains are full of poetry; walking through them is a breath-deep immersion in beauty and an inexhaustible source of metaphors
Altas hierbas de mayo (es – en)
Entre los hierros del gimnasio
me encontré con tus ojos negros
una serie, otra serie
y a la tercera me llevé tu piel negra
hasta las altas hierbas de mayo
¡que corta primavera
para tanto territorio!
Tall grasses of May
Through the metal
of the gym machines
I found your dark eyes
one set, another set
and on the third one
I took your dark skin
to the tall grasses of May
what a short spring
for so much territory!
Photo (fr – en)
D’Ajaccio
le jour où j’ai rompu avec toi
malgré toute sa Méditerranée
il ne me reste que les trottoirs
Snapshot
From Ajaccio
the day I broke up with you
despite all its Mediterranean charm
all I have left are its pavements
Faragullas de esperanza (gl – en)
Querida amiga,
a mesa sobre a que pousaba o mundo
está sendo inclinada perigosamente
os vasos, os pratos e nós mesmos,
comezamos a escorregar cara ao baleiro
pensaría que, alienado,
me deixo levar do pesimismo
se non for polas cambras no brazo
da man asida as faragullas
restanes da esperanza
Crumbs of hope
Dear friend,
the table on which the world rested
is being tilted dangerously
the glasses, the plates and ourselves
begin to slide towards the void
One might think that, alienated,
I give in to pessimism
were it not for the cramps in the arm
of the hand that clutches
the last crumbs of hope
Mistura (gl – en)
Na fronteira,
na banda desleixada
que separa dous mundos,
florecen rachóns de plásticos
colgados dos arbustos da primavera
Se o berce teu
arrolou no limiar do abraio
acharás alimento inesgotábel
nas potentes mareas enerxéticas
que moven as portas de ambos mundos
Dos espiñeiros,
mil pugas defensivas,
protexen o segredo da raia
que é só nesta mistura de razóns
que a humanidade poderá seguir medrando
Blend
On the border,
on the abandoned strip
that separates two worlds,
plastic strips bloom
hanging from the spring bushes
If your cradle has been rocked
on the threshold of wonder
you will find inexhaustible nourishment
in the powerful energy tides
that move the doors of both worlds
Hawthorns,
a thousand defensive thorns,
protect the secret of the frontier:
only in this blend of reasons
the humanity will be able to thrive
Ordinario (gl – en)
Iso simplemente é así
son un home ordinario
exactamente como o da canción
podería estar na cadea
aprendendo dos meus erros
pero aquí estou entre flores de espiño
podería vivir de okupa das ruínas
ou deixar o meu sangue volto río
anegar o val dos inocentes gomos
mais herdei o galano da teima
e sigo aquí aparentemente indiferente
ao cataclismo que me arrola
cada noite, cada era
Ordinary
That's just how it is
I'm an ordinary man
exactly like the one in the song
I could be in jail
learning from my mistakes
but here I am among thorn flowers
I could live as a squatter in the ruins
or let my blood become a river
flooding the valley of innocent buds
but I inherited the gift of stubbornness
and I remain here seemingly indifferent
to the cataclysm that cradles me
every night, every era
Somos millones (es – en)
Somos millones de seres
escribiendo versos en miles de lenguas
con el inmenso poder de colarse en los corazones
de una docena de personas
Ahora, también te digo, que somos millones
acariciando la superficie del agua,
cada uno con la sutileza de su sangre,
llamando al hermoso mamífero marino
Y el caso es que rara vez conseguimos
un ligero brillo, un pequeño estremecimiento
de las aguas, como si, ahora sí, fuese a asomar
el gigante escondido en las profundidades
del alma humana
We are millions
We are millions of beings
writing verses in thousands of languages
with the immense power to slip into the hearts
of a dozen people
Now, I’ll tell you this too: there are millions of us
skimming the surface of the water
each in our own blood’s subtle way
calling out to that beautiful marine mammal.
And the thing is, we hardly ever get
more than a faint glimmer, a slight shiver
in the water, as if, just then, the giant hidden
in the depths of the human soul
were about to rise to the surface.
Une bonne nouvelle (gl – en)
La notte ha depositato uno strato di zucchero a velo sullo specchio del bagno.
Pequenas dores que podo confesar sen avergoñarme
quizais nin sequera a calidade acadara a base do listón
hai unha chea de factores ocultos para quen escollera a cegueira
En fin, ausente da lista o meu poema de divorcio
who cares!
Impórtame o recoñecemento dos meus, sobre todo cando non chega
Mentres tanto o sangue aporta calor
ao hemisferio sur da primavera
e eu a levo un pouco aparte e lle digo en confianza
agarda aí que como aquel vello pradairo de highmarsh crescent,
tamén as miñas follas volverán agromar
E arredor desta mínima inquedanza
abrolla como un manantial cargado de beneficiosos minerais
a revista Hespérie, onde aí si, aparecera un meu poema de saudade do emigrante
Merci, Jean-Marc et tous les auteurs, pour ce numéro 5, un nouveau délice!
Podédela descargar de balde no enlace
https://hesperie.blogspot.com/
Une bonne nouvelle
The night has deposited a layer of icing sugar on the bathroom mirror.
Small pains that I can confess without shame
perhaps the quality had not even reached the base of the bar
there are a lot of hidden factors for those who choose blindness
Anyway, absent from the list is my divorce poem
who cares!
I care about the recognition of my people, especially when it doesn't come
Meanwhile the blood carries the heat
to the southern hemisphere of spring
and I take it a little aside and tell it in confidence
wait there that like that old maple of highmarsh crescent,
my leaves will also grow again
And around this minimal restlessness
it flows like a spring loaded with beneficial minerals
the magazine Hespérie, where a poem of mine about emigrant longing did appear, in issue no. 3
Thank you, Jean-Marc and all the authors, for this no. 5, a new delight!
You can download it for free at the link
https://hesperie.blogspot.com/
