estes días, saído de non sei onde
chegoume o cheiro doce da suor de papá
mesturada co fume dos electrodos
papá estaba sempre traballando
volvía da fábrica comiamos
e se encerraba no baixo a traballar
ou erguíase de mañá cedo
metíase no baixo a traballar
comiamos e marchaba á fábrica
non nos pasou a afección polo futbol
ou por outra actividade allea ao deber
algunha vez albiscábase un cambio
cando habia un partido especial
dos que paralizaban o país
antes de volver ao taller dicía
avisádeme cando vaia empezar
logo xa enfrascado na tarefa respondía
subo para o segundo tempo!
ás veces chegaba para os últimos minutos
Lembro as horas pasadas no baixo
mentres el soldaba, agarrando eu dos ferros
picando a escoria, protexendo do óxido
con minio de chumbo
era un adolescente sen sangue
tantos anos a termar dos ferros
e nin aprendera a soldar
a vida por sorte ten camiños para todos
el non precisaba un grupo de seareiros
sucedáneo da calor da tribo
el propio era manancial de civilización
el era a orixe do universo
soltábalo nun deserto e pronto aparecia
cun cartucho de dinamita, abría un pozo
e comezaba aí Mesopotamia
ou Exipto, Grecia e Roma xuntos
sempre que me comparei con el
saín perdendo por goleada
nunca tiven nin a sua disposición
emprendedora nin as habilidades
agradézolle o sentido profundo
da responsabilidade e xustiza
que fai parte do meu ADN
e esfórzome cada día por superar
o que aos dous nos falta
liberar a primavera
que levamos encerrada dentro
Football, duty and springs
These days out of I don't know where
the sweet smell of daddy's sweat reached me
mixed with the smoke from the welding electrodes
dad was always working
he use to come back from the factory had lunch
and locked himself in the basement to work
or he got up early in the morning
went downstairs to work
had lunch and left for the factory
he did not transmit to us a love for football
or for another activity not linked to duty
sometimes an intention to change was intuited
when there was a special match
of those that paralyzed the country
he said before returning to the workshop
let me know when it's going to start
then already engrossed in the task
he said, I am going up for the second half
sometimes he arrived for the last few minutes
I remember the hours spent on the basement
holding the irons while he was welding
removing welding slag, protecting from rust
with red lead
I think that for him I was a lost cause
a bloodless teenager
so many years with irons
and hadn't even learned to weld
luckily life gives paths for everyone
he didn't need a tribe of hooligans
substitute for the warmth of the tribe
he was a fountain of civilization
the origin of the universe
if you released him in a desert, he soon would appear
with a cartridge of dynamite, he´d open a well
and right after would begin Mesopotamia
or Egypt, Greece and Rome together
whenever I compared myself to him
I lost by a landslide
I never had either
his entrepreneurial disposition or skills
I thank him for the deep sense
of responsibility and justice
that is part of my DNA
and I strive every day to overcome
what we both lack:
to release the spring
that we have locked inside
abel abilheira 