Compendio de días (es – en)

En los últimos tiempos, 
han sucedido innúmeros eventos de magnitud
muchos acontecimientos ineludibles 
han requerido atención minuciosa de los cinco sentidos 
hoy, sin embargo, me encuentro en el arenal
y el sol de primavera ha decidido dejar en la sombra 
casi todo el contenido de la superficie terrestre 
excepto el compendio de los días de soledad, 
que como granitos de arena han henchido 
la playa de mi deseo que ahora espera, 
músculos en alerta bajo la piel
erizada de viento y salitre, 
que el tuyo se acueste desnudo en ella
y le tatúe el más adecuado verbo 
de acción y sentimiento

Compendium of days

In recent times,
countless events of magnitude have taken place
many unavoidable occurrences
have required meticulous attention from all five senses
today, however, I find myself on the sand 
and the spring sun has decided to cast in shadow
almost all the contents of the earth's surface
except for the compendium of days of solitude 
which like grains of sand have swelled 
the beach of my desire that now awaits, 
muscles on alert beneath skin 
bristling with wind and salt spray,
for yours to lie naked upon it
and tattoo upon it the most fitting verb
of action and feeling

Labores da horta

No medio dos labores da horta 
o zunido dunha hélice afastada
pronto materializouse sobre as viñas 
no frenético voo concentrado 
de milleiros de insectos
o desconcerto paralizou as máquinas
que deixaron patente co seu silêncio 
a chegada triunfal das abellas 

En voo circular arredor da señora
buscando a sombra 
fóronse devagar instalando 
baixo un poste da parra
até crear logo dunhas horas 
o uve da sua colectiva victoria 

O apicultor co dorso do índice da man dereita acariciou a materia fluida 
de corpos aleteando alternativamente, 
diagnosticou a hora de partida 
e levou consigo a negra sombra
así puidemos permitirlle á curiosidade 
un palco no que saciar a sede da infância
excitados os ollos de asistir ao nacemento


Gardening tasks

In the midst of the gardening tasks 
the buzz of a distant propeller 
soon materialized over the vines 
in the frantic concentrated flight 
of thousands of insects 
the bewilderment paralyzed the machines which made clear with their silence 
the triumphant arrival of the bees 

In a circular flight around the lady 
seeking shade, slowly settling under a vine post 
until after a few hours they created 
the v of their collective victory 

The beekeeper, with the back of his right index finger 
caressed the fluid matter 
of the alternately flapping bodies, 
diagnosed the time of departure, 
and took the black shadow with him  
thus allowing curiosity 
a platform in which to quench the thirst of childhood, 
eyes excited to share in the birth.

Vilanova de Arousa, 10/04/2026

Plans líquidos (gl – en)

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.

https://www.instagram.com/p/DWn-irlDTsbB5g093CvZ9jl7f6Vr_px_v9I5sE0/?igsh=ZzA2NzNvdnV4NDMy

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!

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