For a fake lighthouse to guide us through the true light

in the calm waters of the sea loches.

Que un falso faro nos guíe polo camiño certo da luz

nas augas mansas das rías.

I keep pushing myself so I don’t fall.

However, rocks are being attached to my feet, bigger and bigger each time.

I burn my credit cards, the first step towards non-existence.

It’s been a while since I existed.

They killed my humanity in that attack with unbalanced figures.

Now I am.

Now I am not.

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Vou tirando de min para non deixarme caer.

Pero cada vez poñen máis pedras, penduradas dos meus pés.

Incinerei as tarxetas bancarias, o primeiro paso cara a invisibilidade.

Fai tempo que xa non son.

A miña humanidade asasinárona naquil ataque de números descadrados.

Agora estou.

Agora non.

I’m so alone
I’m so lonely
When…
You are not with me
All I’ll ever do for you
will always be
insignificant
It will always be… Nothing.
Light points guiding me
through the dark.
And now
I’m                              here.
We are.

Que só son
Que só estou
Cando…
Ti non estás
Todo aquilo que faga por ti
sempre será
ínfimo
sempre será… nada.
Puntos de luz guiándome
na absoluta escuridade.
E
aquí                              estou.
Estamos.

Fear.

I succumb to fear.
My words get lost.
Your absence
takes me to already lived,
already drunk, times
where you had left me.
Your abscence,
just to imagine it,
is not living.

Medos.

Pódeme
o medo a perderte
secuéstrame as palabras
a tua ausencia; lévame a tempos xa vividos
e bebidos
onde me atopaches
a tua ausencia; somente imaxinala…
non vivir é.

Hoy hace 12 años que llegué a Tumblr. 🥳

Every time you smile at me.

One moment more into infinity.

In a life supposed to be finite.

Presenza

Cada vez que me dás un sorriso

un intre máis no infinito.

nunha vida disque… finita.

Moments

Moments before many other moments
When you have to go
Painful beating
Always, always a beating
Never less painful than the time before the last one
Pain measured through time
Time measured through absence
An absence that is always there
You can aleyas can come back,

But you cannot be sure about it

Intres antes de moitos intres

                                               Cando te has de ir

Latexo doloroso

sempre, sempre un latexo

nunca menos doloroso que a pénultima vez.

unha dor que se mide en tempo

un tempo que se mide en ausencia

unha ausencia permanente

sempre hai volta

                         pero nunca total certeza.

Sky

My daughter has a dog.
I don’t,
but he has me.
He always had me fooled,
letting me think I was free of him.
But he has me so close,
so really really close,
without letting me know.
Poor me.
Cortazar’s clock.

A miña filla ten un can, Sky.
Eu non,
            pero o can tenme a min,
sempre me tivo enganado
facéndome sentir unha liberdade sen ataduras
E eu atadiño
                    ben atadiño
                                      sen sentilo.
Pobre humano.
O reloxio de Córtazar.

Poemas pendurados dun fio. Día da marmota.

The night arrives
and,
with it,
sleepiness.
To sleep.
BUT
Dreams,
nightmares that are
the rest killers.
To wake up.
Tomorrow,
to repeat again.

Chega a noite

e o sono peta nas pálpebras

Dormes

OU NON

Somos

pesadelos que asasinan descanso

despertar

e mañan será o día da marmota.