II
Ben sei que non hay nada
Novo en baixo d’o ceo,
Qu’antes outros pensaron
As cousas qu’ora eu penso.
E ben, ¿para qu’escribo?
E ben, por qu’así semos,
Relox que repetimos
Eternamente o mesmo.
About This Book
A sequence of lyric poems in Galician that blend evocative depictions of misty coastal and rural landscapes with intimate meditations on grief, longing, and domestic life. The voice alternates tender, maternal and elegiac tones with sharper social awareness, addressing scarcity, departure, and cultural memory. Varied forms—short songs, narrative fragments, and longer reflective pieces—use folk rhythms and vivid natural imagery to explore language, belonging, and the persistence of feeling across absence and change.