Tag Archives: Editorial Galaxia

My friend, my lover

My friend: well then, they asked me Asked after you and my sadness Though it’s true you weren’t taken Taken by earth or by sea Nor even the happy breeze. My friend: it’s true, I was sad Just because you … Continue reading

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Ánxel Fole- Charon

After spending  two years in the mountain village, I arrived in Lugo one rainy afternoon in February.  I ensconced myself in the foyer of the España cinema on the old Rúa do Progreso.  Two old friends were there: Vicentiño and … Continue reading

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Ramón Otero Pedrayo- Bocarribeira

Dead men’s deaf clogs                                                   Os zocos zordos dos mortos Walk over Friars’ Bridge:                                             trepan na Ponte dos Frades: They are not river froth,                                             non son escumas do río. On the twisted pathways-                                         nos amieiros retortos The groans of sleep and … Continue reading

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María do Cebreiro

Neptune -Once I tried to kiss a song It didn’t budge, kept on playing Right to the last chords. -Are you serious?  With poets I never know.  You’re all idealists. -Do you think I could be anything else? -You could … Continue reading

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