Transfiguraci贸n
Sinto รกs veces as horas nos meus ombros
e digo que me pesan coma un reino.
Eu penso no teu reino que non ĂŠ deste
mundo, e ent贸n par茅cenme as horas
alas, XesĂşs, e escuma sobre a mar.
Nimbos (1961)
Xosé María Díaz Castro
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