El día que dejó de llover
La mañana del día que dejó de llover
gotas de agua, sangre y hiel
se escurrían por mi cuello,
y por mis codos y rodillas descarnados.
La soga del verdugo esperando,
mi alma aún ansiaba
el pecado de tus labios,
pero la razón ya me había condenado.
La tarde del día que dejó de llover
aún liberar me creía
sólo por arrancar un ramo de orquídeas
para ti.
Lluvia en tardía primavera
-espúrea- viendo yacer torturado
mi cuerpo sobre el cadalso,
apenas lágrimas de plañidera.
Pero el verdugo llegó.
El día que dejó de llover.
El día
en que dibujabas en mi corazón
con tierna mirada, dulce sonrisa
mi estigma de perdedor…
de tan sólo dos vértices, triangular
ponzoñoso penetra
en mi pecho ese cristal.
Se cierran
suplicantes, mis ojos al dolor,
pero al mejor bufón de la corte
prohibido le está llorar.
Horizonte de ira y fuego,
arrastra la marea el sol a su tumba
mi barca con él, el viento empuja
guiada por de tus pupilas,
la luz
que se alejan de mi
bajo el férreo puente azul.
Canta la gaviota, divertida:
“¡vulgar destino!” -justo es,
triste y mediocre
fue mi vida.
En el nuevo amanecer
sueñas hermosa
en tu cálido lecho acompañada
mientras lejos de la costa,
últimos espasmos
de dolor y frío…
… recuerdos enterrados
bajo del salitre aroma
ahora el mar será mi exilio…
… algún día volverá a llover…
u.p.m. 19-VI-2007
“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched c-beams … glitter in the dark near Tanhauser Gate.
All those … moments will be lost … in time, like tears … in rain.
Time … to die.”
Via Slashdot
L’hiver, nous irons dans un petit wagon rose
Avec des coussins bleus.
Nous serons bien. Un nid de baisers fous repose
Dans chaque coin moelleux.
Tu fermeras l’oeil, pour ne point voir, par la glace,
Grimacer les ombres des soirs,
Ces monstruosités hargneuses, populace
De démons noirs et de loups noirs.
Puis tu te sentiras la joue égratignée…
Un petit baiser, comme une folle araignée,
Te courra par le cou…
Et tu me diras : « Cherche ! » en inclinant la tête,
- Et nous prendrons du temps à trouver cette bête
- Qui voyage beaucoup…
In the winter, we shall travel in a little pink railway carriage
With blue cushions.
We shall be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies in wait
In each soft corner.
You will close your eyes, so as not to see, through the glass,
The evening shadows pulling faces.
Those snarling monsters, a population
Of black devils and black wolves.
Then you’ll feel your cheek scratched…
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Will run round your neck…
And you’ll say to me : “Find it !” bending your head
- And we’ll take a long time to find that creature
- Which travels a lot…
Arthur Rimbaud,1870
There is too much time I don’t write about the Portiño children project. The last months were intense. Yes, we still have an important lack of resources-human resources, and it seems it won’t improve wth the new generations of university students. But fortunately we ended the course with a nice group of volunteers that overcomed difficulties and maintained the project up. We went on helping the children with their educational problems, and we gave lot of fun for them, even we took them to a nice place in the city of Betanzos. In “El pasatiempo” there are game zones that Coruña council doesn’t create for our children. And as every year, the next month we will take them to an aquatic park.
So, there are reasons for a celebration. Tonight, guiness at Matthew’s, and crêpes and icecream at Le Petit Bretagne. Silvia, Tamara, Alberto, thank you folks for this shared time!! 
The American Society of Civil Engineers has published a report (part 1, part 2, part 3) trying to answer to the question: What went wrong and why?(in the defence lines of New Orleans with the Hurricane Katrina).
Via Ingeniería en la Red [es]
The GNU Project announced the 22.1 release of the Emacs operating system 
. Here is a list of new improvements.Enjoy it!
Yesterday I had a very interesting discussion having dinner about the future of energies. I was in a minority against nuclear energy as solution to the future. One of my reasons was (is) the human factor in the security of
nuclear power plants. Today a new in Securityfocus supports my drawbacks: a ‘data storm’ in the LAN of Browns Ferry power plant (Alabama, USA) caused failure in any PLC (Programmable Logic Control) that stopped re-circulation water pumps, so operators were forced to stop the reactor.
The first, private investigation concluded it was a bad response of cheap hardware failure, the NRC accepted this theory and decided not to investigate. But the Homeland Security Committee forced a more deep investigation to determinate if the data flood came from an external DoS attack.
Both possible causes are extremely serious and amazing. And it happened in the USA…