It is a landscape of Asturias painted forty years ago Mountains with gray clouds home of the Asturian
Just a dog the beach ; walking slowly ; the sand these lonely ; us not upset the folks . . . .
With checkered tablecloth: Still the fabada and a bottle of cider. with apples Asturian ....
Window to paint changing daily I ve changed places and the place has been transformed
It is the church of st Pedro ; Reflected on the sea ; When they ignited the lights ; and sun he wants to march . . .
i remember when i painted ; In the harbor , quite long time ; In the docks to yellow crane ; in the toilet an snipe
With the view over the sea ; in the harbour gijon . ; Instant to celebrate ; ; cold chanpán , against the warmth .
railway camocha ; takeaway charcoal ; of mouth of the mine ; until the port of Gijon