There I began to study.
There I knew Espronceda.
I meet my first love.
I began to write poetry.
And I dreamt with conquering the world.

Since some days ago the Couceiro Freijomil School is being demolished. The government will build a new school in the same place, beside the Pontedeume port. It will be named as the old school, I suppose. But I feel a piece of my childhood dissapear with each torn rubble.