-Traducir paseniño, sen facer ruído, devagar tan só porque o quero amosar e compartir contigo, só por iso, porque me sinto na obriga-
(Buenos Aires, 1910- A Coruña, 1979)
Building Castles in Spain
In New York he died a failure, thirty three years of America*, Ramón Rodríguez Iglesias
who had worked all of these years in the port of the city,
in the harvest of apples in California
in the coalmines of Pennsylvania
in the wheat reaping in Minnesota
going from one State to another dreaming, sitting with his legs hanging out of the freight car doors of the railroads
just to have, it was his dream, a castle built up amongst the rocks covered by seaweed, goose barnacles, baskets of crabs,
around a deep sea of firm octopuses
on the Atlantic Galician coast.
He thought about a castle wrapped in ashen fog and high waves
and, without knowing about it, Ramón Rodríguez Iglesias had inherited it many years ago.
When he died, his unknown nephew, Dalmacio da Cruña,
received a few dollars from the uncle of America
and also a castle built up amongst the rocks, embroidered out of the ocean foams,
the same one of which his uncle had dreamt
in the coalmines of Pennsylvania, in the port of New York, in the wheat fields of Minnesota, in the apple trees of California.
Bundle of an exiled (1952)
*TN. In the beginning of the 20th Century in Galicia, large amount of the population emigrated to South America and North America. To talk about people who emigrated to America in Galician the expression «to make the Americas» is used.
Building Castles In Spain
En New York morreu fracasado, trinta e tres anos de América, Ramón Rodríguez Iglesias
que tiña traballado todos ises anos no porto da cibdade,
na colleita de mazás en California
nas minas de Pensilvanya
na sega do trigo en Minnesota
indo dun estado a outro soñando, asentado cas pernas afora, nas portas dos vagós de cárrega dos ferrocarrís
pra ter, era seu soño, un castelo ergueito sobor rochas cobertas de argazos, de percebes, de patelas, de nécoras,
sobor dunha mar fonda, de pulpos pretos,
na costa atlántica galega.
Un castelo cavilaba envolto en cincentas névoas e outas vagas
e que, sen sabelo, Ramón Rodríguez Iglesias tiña herdado facía moitos anos.
Cando morreu, ao seu sobriño desconocido, Dalmacio da Cruña,
quedáronlle do tío de América uns poucos dólares
e tamén o castelo ergueito sobor de rochas, broslado de escumas da mar,
que o tío americano tiña soñado
nas minas de Pensilvanya, no porto de New York, nos trigaes de Minnesota, nos pomareiros de California.
Fardel de eisilado, 1952
algúns debuxos e pinturas de Luis Seoane:
acó e acolá
Raoul Hausmann: Jeux mécaniques, Limoges (1957)
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