41. Os vellos mercados/Old markets

Os vellos mercados teñen desaparecido, engulidos por un afán renovador que tan só busca eliminar o pasado en aras do beneficio económico a curto prazo. Pero tamén se destrúen as lembranzas dun pobo, a súa cultura e costumes. Os vellos mercados, como este de Agolada en Pontevedra que milagrosamente foi salvado, eran lugares de encontro para a poboación, non so espazos onde mercar e vender produtos. Eran nodos de interconexión das realidades individuales das poboacións cuxos habitantes acudían a eles, como un xeito de internet antiga onde a tradición oral crecía e se difundían as tradicións e a cultura. Legado perdido para sempre e irremplazable.

The old markets have disappeared, they have devoured by an innovator zeal which only is searching  destruction of past in the interest of fast wealth, but also memories of specific people, traditions and customs are being destroyed too. Old markets, as the present one in Agolada (Pontevedra, Spain), which have survived miraculously were locations where people met, not only spaces where people bought or sold things. They were connection nodes of nearby towns like an ancient internet where oral tradition grew and customs  and culture were spread. They are a lost and irreplaceable legacy.

40. Poem for a fisherman

Someone who only Knows inside places

is over the cliffs and sees the immensity of sea surfaces,

and while he contemplates all this waving rage in every hit

thinks naively, I can domain it.

But Neptune from his throne

wants remain standalone

and looking in the eye to a new pretender

says defiant, after rise his trident higher:

If you love your home

and return to a fireplace every day,

then don't do it.

If you appreciate the vision of every sunshine

but not the sound of the storm,

then don't do it.

If you are searching fast wealth

instead a life of pain,

then don't do it.

But if you are ready to sacrifice

and sail following an uncertain destiny,

then do it.

37. IllasCíes/Cíes Islands

O mellor de visitar un paraiso como as Illas Cíes é facelo en boa compaña, percorrer os seus camiños visitando faros e cúmios, nadar nas súas limpas augas, e ao final voltar coa agradable sensación de ter vivido un día irrepetible.

The best of visit a paradise like Cíes Islands is do it with a good companion, walking its roads, seeing its lighthouses,  climbing its peaks, or swimming in its clean waters, and in the end of the day come back home with the nice sensation of  have enjoyed an unrepeatable day.

34. Cabo Prior/Prior Cape

Alá, onde foron construidas as defensas costeiras de Cabo Prior, a día de hoxe tan só permanece inmobil o faro no medio do zoante vento. Ao seu redor como os osos dun exercito vencido espállanse as ruínas das instalacións erixidas polos homes e destruídas polo paso do tempo. Estraña e marabillosa escea de posta de sol dende os cantís que sofren e conteñen os impetus do bravo mar.
There, where was built the coastal defense of Prior Cape, nowadays only stands the inmobile lighthouse in the middle of a violent wind. Surrounding it, like bones of a defeated army there are ruins of structures raised by men and  destroyed by passing of time. This is a strange and marvelous scene of a sunset on the cliffs which suffer and hold back the force of the stormy sea.