Per tutti coloro che soffrono, anche per te, amica mia.
Co primeiro orballo da mañá sorprendo a dor axexando como un raposo á porta do galiñeiro inocente marabíllome do seu peso específico como sabe o camiño de memoria! tan torpe eu na tentativa de esquivalo ante a imposibilidade de evitalo aloumiño a idea de imitar a Mendeléiev compilando a táboa periódica dos sufrimentos para sacalos da indefinición na que moran establecendo así as magnitudes do grupo que teña xa asociada a liberación do sal
Compilation
With the first dew of the morning I catch by surprise the pain lurking like a fox at the door of the henhouse innocently I marvel at its specific weight how it knows its way by heart! so clumsy I am in the attempt to dodge it faced with the impossibility of avoiding it I come up with the idea of imitating Mendeleev compiling the periodic table of forms of suffering to draw them out of the indefiniteness in which they live thus establishing the magnitudes of the group that already has the liberation of salt associated
A superficie é todo este extenso garabateo disposto en configuración tridimensional que crea unha ilusión capaz de enganar o ollo: percibe volume en só duas dimensións A profundidade como un planeta remoto únicamente é visíbel nun punto da sua inmensa órbita
Trompe-l’œil
The surface is all this extensive scribbling arranged in a three-dimensional configuration that creates an illusion capable of deceiving the eye: it perceives volume in only two dimensions. Depth like a remote planet is only visible at one point in its immense orbit
Esta semana que se agota inminentemente deixou a imaxe dos prados ingleses asolagados nunha marea branca da que as árbores sacaban medio corpo para beber da tenra luz matinal
tamén despóis de tantos anos atopei o fío que te amarra e tira constantemente de ti nas primeiras páxinas dunha novela
e para rematar o compendio de eventos a lectura e o sol conxuntáronse para depositar con delicadeza un pouso do cobizado desexo tan propio da florida estación
Weekly roundup
This week that is imminently running out left the image of English meadows flooded in a white tide from which the trees took half their bodies to drink from the tender morning light
also after so many years I found the thread that ties you and constantly pulls you in the first pages of a novel
and to finish the compendium of events reading and the sun came together to gently deposit a lingering trace of longed-for desire so typical of the flowery season
… por outra parte, o non estar nun grupo dáme a liberdade de experimentar Así na cega soidade combino a pedriñas de grava do chan da miña cela fago formas de corazóns de veloces paxaros e peixes escorregadizos Non me obriga o grupo a perfilar nubes brancas ou esbeltos corpos de sirena Así na mesma liña poño xuntos unha pega, un merlo e un paporrubio non agrupo por canto ou prioridades alimenticias pois a única regra é a liña reta do testo e a ela me acollo e ceibo as palabras que como as vacas coñecen de memoria o seu dereito consuetudinario a beber a auga do rego a marcar o seu paso tranquilo polas pistas da miña vida
Style
… on the other hand not being in a group gives me the freedom to experiment Thus, in blind solitude I combine pebbles from the floor of my cell to make heart shapes swift birds and slippery fish The group does not force me to outline white clouds or slender mermaid bodies Thus, in the same line, I put together a magpie, a blackbird and a robin I do not group them by singing or food priorities for the only rule is the straight line of the texte, and I avail myself of it and I release the words that, like cows know by heart their customary right to drink the water from the irrigation ditch and mark their slow passage through the country paths of my life
Con esforzo consigo cada día manter o equilibrio entre o que desexo e o que podo tolerar teño a comida que preciso un teito onde medrar ao quente, enxoito pecho os ollos para escoitar a respiración do mar e o meu corpo como un arbusto á conquista da duna encontra a paz así, co sol e o vento a miña pel aliméntase como a planta polas follas e como ela tamén inclino tantas veces a cabeza ao chan tantas veces que me afixen a aguantar a ausencia do que non necesito e a presión do baleiro do peito cobizante tralos movementos no faiado dos anxos non binarios o meu territorio se cobre de plumón branco trato de imitalos sen importar a derrota os meus dedos acarician conscientes, cautos coidadosos, a fronteira doutros corpos ou da sombra que deixaran son tantas vidas! tantos decorados! aínda que podo separar o tramo da sustancia sólida do da espiritual e ordenar cada evento cada decepción ben atada estibada no seu alboio golpe tras golpe aprendo que o único importante é aprender e así dispoño o seguinte paso, quizais materia quizais espírito, no que me agarda o temido por descoñecido pacientemente esperando a ser descuberto
I’m rich
With effort I manage every day to maintain the balance between what I desire and what I can tolerate. I have the food I need, a roof to grow in, warm and dry, I close my eyes to listen to the breath of the sea, and my body, like a bush conquering the dune, finds peace. Thus, with the sun and the wind, my skin is nourished like a plant by its leaves, and like it, I bow my head to the ground so many times that I get used to enduring the absence of what I don't need and the pressure of the emptiness of my coveting chest. After the movements in the attic of the non-binary angels, my territory is covered with white down. I try to imitate them, regardless of defeat. My fingers caress, conscious, cautious, and careful, the border of other bodies or the shadow they left. There are so many lives! So many sceneries! Although I can separate the solid substance from the spiritual and order each event, each disappointment well tied up and stowed in its barn, blow after blow I learn that the only important thing is to learn, and so I arrange the next step, perhaps matter, perhaps spirit, in which the dreaded unknown awaits me, patiently waiting to be discovered.
Mujer de cenizas envuelvo mi cuerpo con tus heridas Mujer de papel descifro los signos que guarda tu piel Mujer blanca de sal tu piel y mi lengua alumbran un mar Mujer de esperanza tus palabras el viento que sostiene mis alas
Geography and history exercises
Woman of ashes, I wrap my body in your wounds Woman of paper, I decipher the signs your skin holds Salt-whitened woman, your skin and my tongue give birth to a sea Woman of hope, your words are the wind that sustains my wings
Somos pingas de orballo cubrindo as follas de herba dun inmenso prado gris.
Ás veces brillamos co sol da mañá semellamos galaxias en miniatura outras podemos parecer duros coma o xeo cando o mundo se enfría ou incomodar a quen acaba cos pés mollados.
Case nada do que facemos ten mérito por nós mesmos só somos recipientes da beleza ou da dor que nos atravesa.
Finalmente estamos todos destinados a abandonar a herba só un número diminuto de nós terá dereito a unha foto que lembre ese resplandor esa luz que foi a nosa obra mentres o sol a atravesaba.
Our work
We are dewdrops covering the blades of grass in an immense gray meadow.
Sometimes we shine in the morning sun like miniature galaxies at other times we may seem hard as ice when the world gets cold or uncomfortable to those who end up with wet feet.
Almost nothing we do has merit in itself we are only containers of the beauty or the pain that passes through us.
Eventually we are all destined to leave the grass only a tiny number of us will have the right to a photo to remember that glow that light that was our work while the sun shone through it.
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
