Backyardigans Caketoronto

A poem by Xosé Bolado

S / T (Fragment) Mixed on canvas. E. Muntañola

OF WORDS IN

was a pity that you want to search for life,
so late, in a country to inclináu ocasu, but
solo'l for anchor drag intentu of densities,
d'Asomati the verb without complicidaes,
diome'l xuiciu pa see estimated tree wants to grow
Cabu house, a collar guey d'viaxeru
that pasu, contemplare'l in volume,
it under color mortecina,
although the foot-and surdan les springs, the
n'intentos llamiare spans the tropical forest in the afternoon
líviernu confusing.

You know, NAMAS date pueo hand
perhaps think
you, life goes on as weighing one:
the way for the tiempu Perdiu
of becoming tame in two words, while cabruñe'l
sun
filu de les hores l'air solanu
and squint the canciella ... Basta'l
vuelu In short,
perdebaxo earth. Poem

belonging to Bolado Xosé book "Na the relay station", ed. Book of the pexe, Gijón, 2006.