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Ponteceso, the village of Pondal, where the Neme Mountain vanishes and,
like an anteroom of the Atlantic, Bunho is on the crossroads. Extended
quarters like the roots of the weeping willow, give refuge to traditional
worshops erecting what the poet Miro Villar calls ductile arquitectures
to the touch, shapes from Mother-Earth. |
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