Thanks to Manuela Timofte for having published in Gobblers by Masticadores this poem I wrote last year while living in London, it was a pleasant surprise this morning!

Star Forces

a marea estaba alta 
duas nenas saltaban no parque
a erosión aínda xacía durminte
entre as escamas apretadas
descobre o fío do coitelo
o manantial de onde abrolla a vida
de súpeto acaricio o casco manso
dun veleiro que me abriga
na descuberta do océano
durmo na sua barriga 
baixo a liña de flotación
despois dunha vida enteira
camiñando á beira dos cantís 

Exploration

the tide was high
two girls were jumping in the park
the erosion still lay sleeping
among the tight scales
discover the knife edge
the spring from which life springs
suddenly I caress the gentle hull
of a sailboat that shelters me
in the discovery of the ocean
I sleep on its belly
below the waterline
after a lifetime
walking along the cliffs

No quiero soltarle la mano a agosto, sin ordenar mis libretas

tengo aquí las libretas 
intentando recoger la vida 
como un torrente 
desbordando su cauce
las recetas, la poesía, 
los proyectos, los idiomas
los cientos de páginas 
formándole un caminito
a mi alma soñadora

no quiero ser un señor
que ya lo sabe todo 
y se acuesta a morir
quiero aprender
quiero tener miedo de fallar
ir logrando pequeñas metas
quiero ser un aprendiz
y hacer en mi cerebro más y más sitio
para albergar nuevos mundos

por cada día que brilla un éxito
vienen cinco de sombras
quizás los dolores del crecimiento
así los encajo y sigo
sin creerme el desastre 
con que me señalan 
las hojas amarillas
ni las falsas esperanzas 
de las puestas de sol 
anaranjadas

The apprentice

I have the notebooks here
trying to capture life
like a torrent
overflowing its banks
the recipes, the poetry,
the projects, the languages
the hundreds of pages
forming a little path
for my dreamy soul

I don't want to be a man
who already knows everything
and goes to bed to die
I want to learn
and to be afraid of failing
to achieve small goals
I want to be an apprentice
and make room in my brain
to house new worlds

for every day shining with success 
five more days of shadows follow 
perhaps they are growing pains
I deal with them and go forward 
not believing the disaster 
the yellow leaves point me to
nor the false hopes 
of the orange sunsets.

cada paso golpea a terra 
bate na pedra indiferente 
moldea o lombo da montaña 
que, escrava das leis da física, 
devolve en doses 
(inapreciábeis ao inicio
gradualmente visíbeis)
a sua ciruxía silandeira 
extraendo con habelencia 
a ferida de soidade 
tan fondamente soterrada

The third law

each step hits the earth 
strikes the indifferent stone 
shapes the back of the mountain 
which, slave to the laws of physics, 
returns in doses 
(inappreciable at first, 
gradually visible) 
its silent surgery 
skillfully extracting 
the wound of loneliness 
so deeply buried

Hai polo menos dous mundos que me percorren paralelos
Sen respeitar no máis mínimo a física newtoniana
Salto de un para o outro con pequenos xestos case imperceptíbeis

O meu peito expándese como as galaxias
E dende o outeiro onde dominaba o verde dos prados
E contaba afouto as miñas ovellas
Paso á escura garganta de pedra esvaradía
Por onde avanza a lenta penumbra
O laio estéril e desagradábel do vencido
Co organismo en rapida recesión
Cara aos vougos reinos da culpa

Geography

There are at least two worlds that run through me parallel
Without the slightest respect for Newtonian physics
I jump from one to the other with small, almost imperceptible gestures

My chest expands like galaxies
And from the hill where the green of the meadows dominated
And I counted my sheep bravely
I pass into the dark gorge of slippery stone
Where the slow twilight advances
The sterile and unpleasant lament of the vanquished
With the organism in rapid recession
Towards the empty realms of guilt

De Bangor a Tenby
Por un túnel vexetal
Adornado de ovellas e vacas
Así descubro Gales
Un país con alma complexa
De océano e herbeira
De minas e rei Arthur
Podería semellar a Galiza
Se non for polos lumes
Cos que suicidamos os soños

Ash bond

From Bangor to Tenby
Through a vegetable tunnel
Adorned with sheep and cows
This is how I discover Wales
A country with a complex soul
Of ocean and grassland
Of mines and King Arthur
It could resemble Galicia
If it weren't for the wildfires
With which we murder our dreams

Botes de salsa de tomate
Videos de tomates enormes
Receitas de salsa de tomate
Fotos de tomates no mesado
E un cacho azul de ría ao fondo

Nas suas mans únense as augas
Que me conforman
Dende a fonte na que de volta da herbeira 
Levaba á vaca a beber
Ata esta inmensa chaira sen casas
Que non acolle raíces 
No seu peito resiliente
Amasoume con ternura
O que teño de corazón

Tomatoes

Tomato sauce jars
Videos of huge tomatoes
Tomato sauce recipes
Photos of tomatoes on the counter
And a blue patch of estuary in the background

In her hands gather the waters that shape me
From the fountain where she took the cow to drink 
On its way back from the pasture
To this immense plain without houses 
That doesn't accept roots
In her resilient chest she tenderly kneaded 
What I own in my heart

I am very grateful to Manuela Timofte for publishing my poem Velvet in Gobblers by Masticadores.

The resurgence of the kingdom of touch.

Velvet

No meu soño 
esperto nun mundo paralelo
Visto desde calquera punto 
é moi inquietante
O meu planeta saiuse pola tanxente
Mentres a xente cun sorriso mira
Enfeitizada o movemento das fermosas flores 
Que medran onde os cadáveres 

Como bo can busco constantemente a amorosa cadea
Ou unha fronteira inocente trala cal a morte reine libre

Mais non é soño
Nótoo polo escozor do ácido nos pes 
A marea segue subindo 
Arrastra a dor dos inocentes
Que acabará por envolvernos
Por disolver os nosos corpos suizos

The tide

In my dream 
I wake up in a parallel world 
Seen from any point, it is very disturbing 
My planet has gone off on a tangent 
While people with a smile watch 
Enchanted by the movement of beautiful flowers 
That grow where corpses lie 

Like a good dog, I constantly search for the loving chain 
Or an innocent border beyond which death reigns free 

But it is not a dream 
I can feel it from the sting of acid on my feet 
The tide keeps rising 
Dragging the pain of the innocent 
That will eventually engulf us 
By dissolving our Swiss bodies.

I’m very happy to see my poem «Empires and Flowers» published today on Flavio Almerighi’s website. Thanks a million Flavio!

Sono molto felice di vedere la mia poesia «Imperi e Fiori» pubblicata oggi sul sito web di Flavio Almerighi. Grazie mille Flavio per questa domenica soleggiata!

Gioielli Rubati 364: Raffaele Ferrari – Abel Abilheira – Francesco Maggi (Metasonìe) – Fernanda Ferraresso – Manuela Mori – Marco Oldmascio – Elish Malyn – Barbara Mastroviti.