raquel-poema

                                                                    No gondomar
                                        
                                                             No Gondomar en outono
                                                             as follas caen na rúa.
                                                             E con elas, a lúa.
                                                             En Gondomar non hay mar
                                                             sinon frío y un solido río.
                                                             e despois de marullar
                                                              apeteceme xogar.
                                                              Este outono se despide
                                                               cun gran sono.