Polpa dorida

¡Ei, Terra Verde e Mar de Orballo,

polpa dorida se as hai!

¡Ás túas portas perdín todo

cheiro alleo de terra ou mar

e agora, ó caer no teu colo,

oio pacer a canto hai!

Xosé María Díaz Castro

Nimbos (1961)

Imaxes  tomadas  de:

http://fotolector.diariovasco.com/2011/data/media/1/CampoYermo_2.jpg

http://www.<lickr.com/photos/paulobrandao/2678039894/"

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPBg6C84TKk/TCRtUYAAFcI/AAAAAAAABgk/LU2R55VlY3E/s1600/Tierra+arada.jpg

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-­‐H2Tf_EclGL4/TxBwOBmlxXI/AAAAAAAAAkk/oKbhvMz9BdA/s1600/puerta.jpg

http://www.<lickr.com/photos/caese/3458045851/"

https://<bcdn-­‐sphotos-­‐h-­‐a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-­‐ak-­‐ash4/p480x480/181078_636602093032751_1374621609_n.jpg

http://es.layoutsparks.com/pictures/campo-­‐1

h-p://www.realacademiagalega.org/image/image_gallery?img_id=186377&t=1389096538347