It's raining, the wind blows in the trees, a insistent dog barks in the distance, leaks, the constant noise of a washing machine motor, the clock on a church, a turkey, a bird. . Songs of autumn galician sunday.
Leaks and wind, a bird, one motorbike, still more wind in the laurel tree, the dog that cries. . . A anyone day in my galician country from underneath a 'hórreo': http://en. Wikipedia. Org/wiki/h%c3%b3rreo.