The want the sun and the moon ... return ... !
I would like to see as born again has the beautiful sun
of my old dare Galician mountains ...
and see the meek and MAR blue coming through the estuary ours,
and rest with the clear brightness of the stars and the full moon. would like to see the grass green and crystal field now, choked water has turned green black and clear of Corredoiras feel of the birds, their Havana or singing lullabies of love with the music of our muiñeiras. would like to feel the warm wind that following the meek Mar. .. arrives, cooling the heat that LOVE gives our coveted veins and hear the gentle waves of air, sweet murmurs Meigas ... lullabies that long ago, I sang LOVE in my cave. would like to forget the sound of the song of the seagulls with his presence, to compel sailors to go to earth and view the estuary WITHOUT roads clear and dark mists day by night .... and fear of other bad Meigas. would like that the only moisture that my body felt saliva out of your mouth ... when passionate kiss me ... and not that sneaks into the bones, shrinking more than the veins that no tempering heating ... when moisture Galician covers you .. I want this evil Winter ... Galicia has NEVER again and feel the passage of the Holy Company until the carballeiras glad because you can be patient but when they get the bad Meigas everything becomes cold, rainy, wet, foggy and distressing ALMA.would like to go back down to the beach and collect shells again in the sand and take my old cave where the warm nights of full moon, I will blow his trumpet to hear my song has again and again love silently, cold, humidity, wind and black nights. would like to finally ... this filthy Winter .... YA death had ... to see go to Caracol, to feel the warmth of the sun and the gentle sea breeze, to love in the warm wind and the gentle waves reaching the sand and back to playing with our DREAMS ... that this winter believed the beat
of my old dare Galician mountains ...
and see the meek and MAR blue coming through the estuary ours,
and rest with the clear brightness of the stars and the full moon. would like to see the grass green and crystal field now, choked water has turned green black and clear of Corredoiras feel of the birds, their Havana or singing lullabies of love with the music of our muiñeiras. would like to feel the warm wind that following the meek Mar. .. arrives, cooling the heat that LOVE gives our coveted veins and hear the gentle waves of air, sweet murmurs Meigas ... lullabies that long ago, I sang LOVE in my cave. would like to forget the sound of the song of the seagulls with his presence, to compel sailors to go to earth and view the estuary WITHOUT roads clear and dark mists day by night .... and fear of other bad Meigas. would like that the only moisture that my body felt saliva out of your mouth ... when passionate kiss me ... and not that sneaks into the bones, shrinking more than the veins that no tempering heating ... when moisture Galician covers you .. I want this evil Winter ... Galicia has NEVER again and feel the passage of the Holy Company until the carballeiras glad because you can be patient but when they get the bad Meigas everything becomes cold, rainy, wet, foggy and distressing ALMA.would like to go back down to the beach and collect shells again in the sand and take my old cave where the warm nights of full moon, I will blow his trumpet to hear my song has again and again love silently, cold, humidity, wind and black nights. would like to finally ... this filthy Winter .... YA death had ... to see go to Caracol, to feel the warmth of the sun and the gentle sea breeze, to love in the warm wind and the gentle waves reaching the sand and back to playing with our DREAMS ... that this winter believed the beat
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