Noite mareira
No ébano xélido
do skating da ría,
voltexando ledas
esbaraban as luces da vila.
No fío da praya
as dornas durmidas,
debruzadas carón da marea
nun soño de illas.
Nas ponlas do vento
o trebón pousado
era un moucho de negro prumaxo
que agoira os naufraxios.
Unha lua verde
penduraba no mouro silenzo
un longo surriso
de esquelete vello.
Seaworthy night
On the frozen ebony
of the inlet's skate rink
the town's lights wobbled
twirling joyous.
On the beach edge:
sleepy sailboats
lean into the tide
dreaming of isles.
On the wind's branches
the downpout come the rest
was an owl with black plumage
auguring shipwrecks.
A green moon
was swinging in the dark silence
a long smile
on an old skeleton.
Luís Amado Carballo
Pinturas de Urbano Lugrís (1 e 3) e Urbano Lugrís Vadillo (2)
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