ILUMINACIÓNS 1 A crónica de todas as perdas arde na casa. No mudo almanaque: mil novecentos e nada. Nas baldosas cubertas de silencio inmaculado. Nas doas dos rosarios, nas artesas baleiras. Nos ecos dos rezos a vibrar polos faiados. Na madeira podrecida de seca desmemoria.
ILLUMINATION 1 The chronicle of all losses is burning up in the house. In the silent/dumb almanac: nineteen hundred and nothing. In the floor tiles covered with immaculate silence. In the beads of the rosaries, in the empty troughs. In the echoes of prayers quivering over the attics. In the rotten wood of dry forgetfulness.