Acabo, acabamos, de volver de un largo viaje al extremo oeste. Además de Finisterre, llegué hasta Cabo Villano—un autre Finistère. Me hizo esta foto Álvaro en el faro de Cabo Villano, aunque no se me distingue bien la cara:
... let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk, And let the misty mountain-winds be free To blow against thee; and, in after years, When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations!