Tag Archives: Xosé Antonio García

Patriae Terra

I watch the oak in the hearth, the solid force of its flame, the peaceful burning of its counsel. At times from those flames you can hear the groan of the bark, like a new-born foal. An oak log on … Continue reading

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Cuartetu de la Criación

Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate  You shut the door tight and barely hear Much more at your back than the striking Hard and dry of wood and iron. You’re not going out, no, but in to the hearth Where all … Continue reading

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