del en diante
                                                            xa nunca máis será o mesmo
                                                            nesta terra/
                                                            nin cando remexa brincador
                                                            nos claros que lle empresten
                                                            loairas e raiolas de días indecisos
                                                            nin tampouco cando misterioso
                                                            se deixe oír
                                                            dende os álxidos tesos
                                                            ou dende as lombas febles
                                                            onde bocas lobas oulen
                                                            ollando a lúa dos invernos/
                                                            logo del
                                                            nin o máis delgado asubío
                                                            que se coe polas físgoas
                                                            terá que ver/

                                                            de aquí para lonxe
                                                            o vento desta terra xa non será o mesmo/
                                                            de aquí para lonxe
                                                            - para sempre de todo -
                                                            diremos sen dubidar
                                                            que uxía o vento
                                                            e escoitarémolo en silencio/
                                                            coma un alento de fartura
                                                            escoitarémo-la súa voz inmorrible
                                                            para sempre no vento/
                                                            a súa voz libre viaxando por esta terra toda
                                                            coma un alento de fartura
                                                            para sempre de todo isidro novo