Loito no mar

Onte espertamos coa terrible nova do afundimento, en augas de Terranova,  do "Villa de Pitanxo". O noso máis afectuoso pésame para todas esas familias que están sufrindo tan dolorosas perdas.

Preme na imaxe de Nós Diario

                                                                  SÓS

                                                      Fomos ficando sós
                                                     o Mar o barco e mais nós.

                                                     Roubaron-nos o Sol
                                                    O paquebote esmaltado
                                                    que cosía con liñas de fume
                                                    áxiles cadros sin marco

                                                    Roubaron-nos o vento
                                                   Aquel veleiro que se evadeu
                                                    pol-a corda floxa d' o horizonte

                                                   Este oucéano desatracóu d'as costas
                                                   e os ventos d' a Roseta
                                                   ourentaron-se ao esquenzo
                                                  As nosas soedades
                                                   veñen de lonxe
                                                   como as horas d' o reloxe
                                                 Pero tamén sabemos a maniobra
                                                  d' os navíos que fondean
                                                  a sotavento d' unha singladura
                                                N-o cuadrante estantío d'as estrelas
                                                  ficou parada esta hora:
                                                O cadavre d'o Mar
                                                   fixo d'o barco un cadaleito

                                             Fume de pipaSaudade
                                             NoiteSilenzoFrío
                                             E ficamos nós sós
                                             Sin o Mar e sin o barco
                                             nós.

                                                         De catro a catro, Manuel Antonio