Orange kilometers
and your legs without pause
ready to think
on the intensity
of these forests filled with islands
and soft fjords abundant with their leaves.
Between its wood you rest each night
dreaming of this perpetual sun
and the subtle beauty
of a country without boasts of grandeur.
You walk on this overflowing silence
of accompanied solitude
and the green of your liberated eyes
weaving with the infinity
of each twisted branch.
Entre cada paso
presionando hacia la tierra
el barro acoge
el esfuerzo de seguir hacia delante
adentrándose en los paisajes salvajes de tus ideas
la meditación de estos árboles
arraigados en un verano que nunca duerme
estirándose hacia rayos de sol
para sobrevivir
un invierno que apenas despierta
Entre mis pies
está la voz de un paisaje
que crece mas allá del mar
empujando gentilmente hacia arriba
pasada la brisa del tiempo;
mi cuerpo sin notar su sentir
pero pensando
junto a su crecer.
Between each step
pressing into the ground
the soil welcoming
the effort of going forth
into the wilderness of your thoughts
the meditation of these trees
grounded in a summer that never sleeps
reaching into sun-rays to survive
a winter that barely wakes
Between my feet
is the voice of a land
growing past the sea
gently pushing upwards
past the breeze of time;
my body barely sensing it,
but thinking
along with its rise.
He llegado sintiendo el mar en la piel, pálida de un invierno escondido
La humedad pegando mis dedos, aún temblorosos
El viento separando mi pelo, mi alma
empezando a reencontrarse, poco a poco,
bailando lo roto
Rotas las partes de mi alma que debían ser intocables,
rotas las conchas en la playa
haciendo orillas moldeables;
Abierta mi alerta, instinto de supervivencia
Alerta naturaleza, en las mareas de esta isla-
Siempre lista para remar,
para alcanzar la existencia
de un océano en paz.
I arrived feeling the sea on my skin,
pale from a hidden winter
Humidity joining my still shaky fingers,
sticking them together
The wind parting my hair, my soul
beginning to recover, little by little
dancing all that's broken
Broken are the parts of my soul that should be untouchable,
broken are the seashells on the beach
making-up the changing shores;
Open is my alertness, survival instinct
Open is nature, in the tides of this island-
Always ready to row,
to reach the existence
of a peaceful ocean.
Oportunidades por cada nueva calle,
cada paseo llegando al mar, a tus canales de viento, de agua y de sed
por querer crecer
Nervios por los recovecos vacíos de este ático
esperando a vernos bailar, aprender, vivir sin más
Parques en el intermedio entre estaciones, atisbando nueva vida
nosotros a su par, mirando al cielo
sin saber que clima esperar.
Nuevas metas, misma esencia, toda la emoción
creciente con el cambio de un principio sin final.
Opportunities through each new street,
each stroll finishing at the sea, at your canals made of wind, of water and thirst
for wanting to grow.
Nerves in the empty burrows of this attic
waiting to see us dance, learn, live at that;
Parks at the intermission between seasons, peeking for new life
us, at the same time, looking to the sky
without knowing what weather to wait for.
New goals, same essence, all the emotion
growing with the change
of a beginning without end.
