Letras Galegas 2014: Polpa dorida

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)

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