ce matin au carrefour 
j'ai pris le chemin non pavé
solitaire 
sûr de ne croiser personne 
pour pouvoir à chaque pas 
plonger plus profondément en arrière 
allant à la rencontre 
de la source de la faute 
que j’ai trouvé enfin 
tarie

a chaque racine 
sur laquelle mon pied trébuche 
je m'arrête faire une prière 
de reconnaissance aux efforts de mon clan 
pour m’avoir porté jusqu’ici

la poussière du sentier apporte à mon palais 
le goût des minéraux de cette terre bénie 
qui fournit jusqu'à nos plus intimes besoins

et chaque caillou aiguisé 
perçant la mince semelle
une reconnaissance aux efforts du progrès 
et un rappel des temps de yeux fermés 
heurtant ma tête aux arbres 
lâchant une larme pour chaque bousculade 
flétri dans l’autocompassion 

Dried up source

this morning at the crossroads 
I took the solitary unpaved path 
sure not to meet anyone 
so that at each step I could 
dive deeper back to meet 
the source of the fault 
that I have finally found 
dried up

at every root 
my foot stumbles on 
I pause to say a prayer 
of gratitude to the efforts of my clan 
for carrying me this far

the dust of the path brings to my palate 
the taste of the minerals of this blessed land 
which provides even for our most intimate needs

and each sharp pebble 
piercing the thin sole 
a recognition of the efforts of progress 
and a reminder of the times of closed eyes 
banging my head against the trees 
shedding a tear for each jostle
withered in self-compassion

no meu interior 
unha central eléctrica
chea de turbinas enormes 
enxordecedoras
e luces brillando con moita intensidade
de súpeto se escoita un son 
como de desconexión
como de magnetotérmicos saltando
e os motores baixan a voz cara á agonía
e a penumbra mancha as paredes grises
e xa a potencia toda desaparece

non teño ganas de encher o lavalouza
nin preparar a ensalada para a cea,
nin subir á ducha, nin baixar á cociña
como un idiota que non veu chegar a chuvia
me quedo coa boca aberta preguntándome 
de onde viña a enerxía?
quen xeraba o movemento?
pero demasiado tarde 
quero só quedar aquí 
que un vento do sur sople
a fina area do tempo
e o mundo lle poña 
unha paréntese á casa
e siga el co seu cíclico movemento
eu aqui, sen forza xa 
folla seca no cemento

The origin of the movement

inside me
a power plant
full of huge turbines
deafening
and lights shining very brightly
suddenly a sound is heard
as of disconnection
like circuit breakers tripping
and the engines lower their voice to agony
and gloom stain the gray walls
and all the power is already gone

I don't feel like filling the dishwasher
nor prepare the salad for dinner,
neither go up to the shower 
nor go down to the kitchen
like an idiot who didn't see the rain coming
I'm left with my mouth open wondering
where did the energy use to come from?
who generated the movement?
but it’s too late
I just want to stay here
that a south wind blows
the fine sand of time
and let the world put 
a parenthesis on the house
following its cyclical movement
I'm here, no strength anymore
a dry leaf on concrete floor

Levántome da cama
sinto os pes enterrarse na morna
moqueta espesa
baixo as escaleiras
tamén enmoquetadas
ata a cocinha único cuarto
con pavimento cerámico
que me trasmite a frescura
desta terra
pola ventá quedo absorto
mirando duas follas secas
que percorren unha atrás da outra
o entarimado do patio traseiro
neste verán que devala 
o subconsciente comprende por fin
os trazos esbozados
polas traxectorias circulares das follas
ao cabo de tres anos
claramente deletreada
aparece a palabra
fogar

leaves and roots

I get out of bed
and feel my feet buried in the warm
thick carpet
I go down the stairs
also carpeted
to the kitchen, the only room
with ceramic floor
that conveys freshness
of this land
I stay absorbed looking out 
the window at two fallen leaves
that run one behind the other
the entire rear garden's deck
in this summer declining
the subconscious finally understand
the strokes sketched 
by the circular trajectories of the leaves
after three years
clearly spelled out
it appears the word
home

Se non vin antes foi pola silveira
que me medra por dentro 
quizáis outros teñan unha planta 
de tomates ou de pementos 
e sintan os froitos inchar con gozo 
como un embarazo esperanzado e indoloro 

eu as miñas moras negras
pairoas coa dor das espiñas
que cobren o meu ecosistema enteiro

así xa sabedes que veño pouco
pola peculiaridade do biotopo 
no que me atopo e cando
a silveira me desespera
entón con rabia trasteo os talos
e só consigo máis fondas feridas
pero
veño porque están as ás abríndose
como o bico do fento recen saído da terra
nunha perfecta proporción divina
e
veño á horta aprender con vós
os segredos xestos da poda e guía de arbustos
e así só queden cicatrices para ler en braille 
todos os camiños por onde me perdín
veño por axuda para despregar as fermosas ás
agora que o voo non serve de fuxida
só para vencer a metálica gravidade 
só para o cultivo do amor polas bagas
e as flores de clavelina 
coas que me envolvestes desde o berce

Thorns and wings

If I haven't come before 
it was because of the bramble thicket 
that grows inside me
perhaps others have a tomato 
or pepper plant 
and feel with joy the fruits swell 
like a hopeful, painless pregnancy

my blackberries I give birth to 
with the pain of the thorns
that cover my entire ecosystem

so you know that I come a few times 
because of the peculiarity of the biotope 
in which I find myself and when 
the thicket despairs me 
then I angrily shake the stems 
and only get deeper wounds
but
I come because the wings are opening
like the end of the fern fresh out of the ground
in a perfect divine proportion
and
I come to the garden to learn with you
the secret gestures of pruning and training bushes
and so there are only scars left to read in braille
all the ways where I got lost
I come for help to spread the beautiful wings
now that the flight does not serve as an escape
just a way to beat the metallic gravity
only for farming the love of berries
and small carnations
with which you enveloped me from the cradle

Abandono por un tempo 
o meu reino da silveira
coa sua coroa de espiñas
tan incómoda de portar
asisto en primeira liña á conversa
ordeada que manteñen as ondas
coa area mansa que me envolve
resisto á tentación de entendelas
de cuantificalas e ordenalas en carpetas
deixome ir completamente
vólvome eu mesmo auga de mar
abrazado ás tuas coxas
ceibo a marea da miña língua
vólvome mesmo eu brisa húmida
escorregando entre os teus peitos
esbozo tatuaxes de sal
na tua pel 
uso os poderes da realeza
para transmutar os meus áridos dominios
en caricia que che regalo
envolta cun lazo 
de arrecendo a alga mariña

I abandon for a while

I abandon for a while
my bramble kingdom
with his crown of thorns
so uncomfortable to carry
I attend the orderly conversation in the first line
that the waves hold
with the soft sand that surrounds me
I resist the temptation to understand them
of quantifying and sorting them into folders
I let myself go completely
I turn myself into sea water
hugging your thighs
I release the tide of my tongue
I turn myself into a wet breeze
slipping between your breasts
sketching salt tattoos
on your skin
I use the powers of royalty
to transmute my arid domains
in caress that I give you
wrapped with a bow
of smelling seaweed

Aérer le sol avec ma houe
le couvrir d'une natte
de branchettes de lavande
et verveine odorante
tressées à chevrons
te bâtir un lit parfumé pour
que les fourmis ne viennent
tâcheter ta peau brune
et voler nos énergies
créer un rempart de féroces ronces
et hautes orties
qui protègent de la vue
nos corps nus
se faisant l'amour
fertilisant de nos fluides
la terre où pourront pousser
les fleurs du rêve
tant attendues

Botanical love

Aerate the ground with my hoe
cover it with a mat
made of lavender
and lemon verbena sprigs
braided herringbone
build you a fragrant bed 
so that the ants do not come
to stain your brown skin
and steal our energies
create a rampart of ferocious brambles
and tall nettles
that protect from sight
our naked bodies
making love
fertilizing with our fluids
the soil where it will grow
long awaited
dream flowers

ás veces imos de excursión
para encher os ollos de sol
e cubrir a pel de aire salgado
pero nunha curva ou nun bache
ábresenos a bolsa do peixe
podre e se estraga o viaxe
noutras ocasións unha man
graxenta e fría soba as ás
da bolboreta e estrágase
o fino pó que as recobre
cando me encontro
na planta menos dous
do parquin con escasez de osíxeno
e case nula cobertura.
ás veces a bolboreta árdenlle
as ás e se encontra na balaustrada
de pedra do balcón
perdidas as cores abraiantes
e sen posibilidade de voar
só queda un bicho feo
que busca no asfalto gris
alá abaixo, o momento no que a calor
licúe a superficie da estrada
e abra por un momento
a porta por onde chimpar
a bolsa das magas
e mingüe así tanta incerteza

Fish guts

sometimes we go on a trip
to fill the eyes with sunshine
and cover the skin with salty air
but in a curve or in a pothole
the rotten fish bag opens
and ruins the journey
at other times a greasy and cold
hand handles the wings
of the butterfly and spoils
the fine dust that covers them
when I find myself
on the floor minus two
of the basement parking
with oxygen shortage
and almost no coverage.
sometimes the butterfly's wings burn
and it finds itself on the balustrade
of balcony stone
lost the stunning colours
and no chance of flying
only an ugly bug remains
looking on the gray asphalt
down there, the moment the heat
liquefies the road surface
and opens for a moment
the door to throw though
the bag of fish guts
and thus shrink so much uncertainty

O día no que a luz accedeu ao teu cuarto 
abríndose paso entre o pó 
e os cascallos deixados pola dor 
dos adultos 
descubriu o que se agachaba 
trala superficial indiferenza adolescente

con cada puntada no tecido  
con cada pregue no papel 
con cada trenza con cada doa 
engastada 
foches creando unha trama apertada 
que mantivo o teu mundo 
impermeable ao balbordo 
e aos cristais do silencio

en cada flor de origami 
en cada cesto 
en cada colorido colar
en cada obxecto que creaches
depositabas o amor inmenso 
que levas dentro

así puido a luz acariñar as plantas
nadas das sementes que
con cada aperta, con cada conto
sementara no teu corazón

Paper flowers

The day the light entered your room 
making its way through the dust
and the rubble left by the pain 
of adults
it discovered what lay beneath 
the superficial adolescent indifference

with each stitch in the fabric
with each fold on paper
with each braid with each bead 
set
you were creating a tight weave
that kept your world
waterproof to the turmoil
and to the crystals of silence

in each origami flower
in each basket
in each colorful necklace
in each object you created
you deposited immense love
that you carry inside

so the light could caress the plants
born of the seeds that
with every hug, with every tale
I had sown in your heart

Sen pulgas que tornar 
dos colchóns
nin leite que callar 
para o queixo
os nomes da agana 
se foron diluíndo
encollendo ata quedar 
reducidos a simple
e pequeniña flor
á beira do camiño
meu
   estreliñas brancas
   nos firmamentos
   de herba

The name of the flowers

Now that there are 
no more fleas to get rid of 
on the mattresses 
nor milk to curdle 
for the cheese 
the names of the bedstraw 
have been diluted 
shrinking until reduced to a simple 
tiny flower by the side 
of my road 
   white stars 
   in the grass 
   firmaments

A carta de papel 
pola fenda na porta 
lanzouse de cabeza 
no silencio da nosa casa 
e salpicou ondas 
concéntricas 
que viñeron alterar as follas 
de riba da mesa 
quedando á vista os cercos de pó 
teimuda e silandeiramente tatuados 
polo equilibrio de eras xeolóxicas

Deixou cravado pola afiada luz 
a rixidez do xesto entrenado 
en eternas sesións de loita 
pedra sobre pedra 
peso da materia morta 
endurecendo a queixada 
e fixo abrollar unha magoa 
como de derradeiro ser humano 
agotado de sobrevivir 
como de inmerecida labazada 
que recibe o alumno nun erro 
de percepción 
e volven as bagoas que por un intre 
crean mares nos que se disolven 
as esquinas máis dolorosas 
da simetría dos bloques de granito

Mineral balance

Through the mail slot in the door 
the letter was thrown headfirst 
into the silence of our house 
and it splashed concentric 
waves 
that came to move the paper sheets 
above the table 
exposing the dusty marks 
that stubbornly and silently were tattooed 
by the balance of geological periods

The rigidity of the trained gesture
trained in eternal sessions of struggle
was nailed by the sharp light
stone upon stone 
the weight of dead matter 
hardening the jaw 
and made a sorrow appear 
as the last human being 
exhausted to survive 
as the undeserved slap 
that the student receives in an error 
of perception 
and the tears return 
to create for a moment seas 
in which the most painful corners 
of the symmetry of the granite blocks 
will dissolve