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