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Noriega Varela- A Worm Goes By

Don’t step on me, walker! Insignificant pauper, I’ve a saint’s advocacy Who calls to the wandering wolf, My brother, who stands in for All the Lord’s delicacy.   This short poem rests on the slight...

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Our Speech- Noriega Varela

The mountain man is coming now. Why?  Oh beloved!  He is blind- The one who can’t see past the veil: He is coming to speak Gallego He is coming so that Gallego can live. Our language is a little bird …...

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The Song the Virgin Sings- Noriega Varela

The song the Virgin sings Near the rosemary fountain, The song the Virgin sings I shall also sing. The song the Virgin sings When she lulls her little child: “My caravel, my rose, My little bird’s...

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My Little Girl- Noriega Varela

My girl you are startling yourself Listening to the savage screams Of arrogant sea-gulls. Muse, cast out on the coast, Look towards the blue mountains From your exile on the beach. Forget the sea,...

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Memories- Noriega Varela

Oh divine Yearning!  I will show you Companions, if it is true you really want them. They are like roses cut from rosebushes, Little stars dropped from heaven. They are the memories of pretty...

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Noriega Varela- the Angelic Wolf

Noriega Varela This is an article translated from the book Galicia Emigrante 1954-1971 a collection of the radio broadcasts of Luis Seoane (Ediciós do Castro: A Coruña, 1994). Angelic Wolf is the name...

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Iglesia Alvariño- O Longo das Ribeiras

Ó Longo das Ribeiras    Along the water’s edge, in longing I go, my girl.   Where are the boats and flowers?   The rivers no longer flow anywhere. The far distance and the sea don’t exist. Everything...

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Our Language: Novoneyra and Noriega Varela

Our Language The mountain man is coming now. Why?  Oh dear heart!  He is blind- He cannot see past the veil: He is coming to speak Gallego He is coming so that Gallego can live. Our language is a...

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Misreading and Noriega Varela

Humble song Sweet-smelling April breeze Ethereal clouds Go with you. Humble stone Lost in mud Wounded by sun Becomes a star. Black branches Touching sky Paint themselves Celestial blue. Drop of dew...

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