Carme Blanco le "Un cunco agora"
Un cunco agora
Vin de queimar madeira tal vez noites
nos arrabaldos murchos. Bate o vento
na pechada fiestra
Extingu韆nse as mans os cabelos a nuca
por onde esvaran os conxuros
Fiquei no limbo da tristura
non sei cal era a cor do ceo.
Sobor da cinza morna
enfornei a fogaza da mi馻 soidade
Auga da fonte chora.
Se atopo un cunco agora
enchereino de b醙oas.
A Cup Now
I抳e just burned wood maybe nights
in the withered outskirts. The wind blows
against the closed window.
Hands hair back of neck all extinguished
where incantations escape.
I was left in the limbo of sadness
I don抰 know the color of the sky
I baked the loaf of my loneliness
over the warm ashes
Water weeps from the fountain.
If I find a cup now
I抣l fill it with tears.
Traduci髇 de Kathleen March