tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53901223667469352792024-03-05T07:34:46.303+01:00A actitudeActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-1411564659619524912011-08-02T22:24:00.000+02:002011-08-02T22:24:07.033+02:00O veránescorregou polo calendario<br />
<br />
este ano caeu en abril<br />
<br />
o inverno<br />
<br />
que me dis no inverno?<br />
<br />
sen frío até que rematou<br />
<br />
<br />
puto cambio climáticoActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-9227123889599558262011-08-02T22:20:00.000+02:002011-08-02T22:20:27.234+02:00Haiche díasdistintos<br />
<br />
que semellan<br />
<br />
o mesmo<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
fodidos<br />
<br />
sen sol nin lúa<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
xenias<br />
<br />
nin falta que fan<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
haiche díasActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-84385746170130800052011-06-30T21:05:00.000+02:002011-06-30T21:05:22.465+02:00A miña vidaultimamente<br />
un anaco<br />
máis lenta<br />
que eu<br />
<br />
tácita<br />
branca e<br />
negra e<br />
vermella e<br />
miñaActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-2714663079470092672011-06-20T23:36:00.001+02:002011-06-21T00:32:06.091+02:00Pouco a poucovai espertando<br />
porque isto<br />
por sorte<br />
xa non é<br />
un soño<br />
<br />
<i><b>bon voyage et amuse-le, compagne</b></i>Actitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-62750708011341898182011-06-19T05:51:00.000+02:002011-06-19T05:51:43.068+02:00Sabas (que podes poñer e ler do dereito ou do revés)<div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">é sabido que o máis </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">temido por un anaquiño <div><div>de tea é transformarse nunha<div>desas fodidas bandeiras coas</div><div>que adoitan cubrirse os que </div><div>posúen un corazón cobarde</div><div><br />
</div><div>máis alguén me fiou</div><div>que o anaquiño lle contou</div><div>que non había cousa</div><div>que máis desexara</div><div>que ser saba</div><div><br />
</div><div>claro, xa que</div><div><br />
</div><div>imaxina ao vento</div><div>do nordés acariñándote</div><div>paseniño as costas</div><div>ceivándote da humidade</div><div>cun airiño doce</div><div><br />
</div><div>pensa na paixón que </div><div>poderías acubillar</div><div>a modo de pano dun</div><div>teatro onde o sexo non</div><div>entende nunca de actos</div><div><br />
</div><div>serías, pénsao,</div><div>a que acariñase</div><div>o único que sabemos</div><div>de certo que sempre</div><div>nos fará libres</div><div><br />
</div><div>os nosos soños</div><div><br />
</div><div>soño dente entón</div><div>ser saba algunha vez</div><div>deitarme enriba</div><div>case que volátil</div><div>e rematar mesturado</div><div><br />
</div><div>contigo</div></div></div></div>Actitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-26443671407334751652011-06-16T00:30:00.000+02:002011-06-16T00:30:35.755+02:00Non son máis forteque a armadura que<br />
hoxe me protexe<br />
máis dura que o aceiro<br />
forxado a lume<br />
<br />
feita (ou desfeita)<br />
do desexo de<br />
deixar de sentir<br />
todo aquilo que se<br />
volve contra un mesmo<br />
<br />
o medo<br />
o fodido medo<br />
que me trouxo até<br />
aquí e acolá<br />
sen case decatarme<br />
<br />
mais a diferenza<br />
a verdadeira metamorfose<br />
que está rematando<br />
baixo esa protección<br />
falsa e baleira<br />
<br />
é a ausencia de arrepentimento<br />
a consciencia de non precisar<br />
esquecer(me)<br />
evitar(me)<br />
afastar(me)<br />
<br />
a armadura crebarase<br />
porén o ataque virá<br />
dende dentro e sairán<br />
polas fendas a esgalla<br />
odio, amor (e os secundarios)<br />
<br />
por fin<br />
<br />
fundíndoaActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-31241405302408522712011-06-04T15:42:00.000+02:002011-06-04T15:42:04.055+02:00Queropensar<br />
contigoActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-19636752734460505642011-05-31T03:53:00.000+02:002011-05-31T03:53:07.560+02:00O mellordos sorrisos<br />
é compartilos<br />
<br />
obrigado!Actitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-33229617736624443492011-05-14T17:05:00.001+02:002011-05-14T17:06:02.417+02:00Fai o favor,non cambies nunca<br />
<br />
Quero dicir,<br />
<br />
deixa nese canal que o estaba vendoActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-87785914597920825402011-05-11T18:59:00.000+02:002011-05-11T18:59:21.222+02:00Escribo istocomo case <div>sempre</div><div>para non</div><div>tolear </div><div><br />
</div><div>(o meu sorriso invisible escacha en mil pedazos calquera dramatismo que tentara, </div><div>coitadiño, </div><div>amarrarse ao último verso)</div><div><br />
</div><div>pero hoxe</div><div>percórreme</div><div>o peito unha</div><div>sospeita</div><div>inexplicable</div><div><br />
</div><div>coma unha</div><div>certeza imposible e</div><div>imposible de compartir</div><div>con ninguén en ningures</div><div><br />
</div><div>a electricidade</div><div><br />
</div><div>atravésame</div><div><br />
</div><div>e estou seguro</div><div>sei!</div><div>que se consigo </div><div>pór un punto </div><div>ao rematar</div><div><br />
</div><div>nunca máis </div><div>volverei a</div><div>estar só</div><div>sempre estarei</div><div>polo menos</div><div><br />
</div><div>comigo mesmo.</div>Actitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-81643531761150553422011-05-06T21:33:00.000+02:002011-05-06T21:33:31.506+02:00Farto delentregueille<br />
ao meu baixo<br />
un corazón<br />
do revés<br />
<br />
aínda que lle<br />
dixen que non<br />
era o que parecía<br />
que tan só estaba<br />
picha arribaActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-48881604359380819962011-04-12T21:50:00.000+02:002011-04-12T21:50:13.455+02:00Cando entrouna habitación<br />
aínda cheiraba<br />
a tristura<br />
<br />
por sorte marchou<br />
no inverno<br />
pero regresou<br />
nunha especie de<br />
verán<br />
<br />
abriu a xanela<br />
chegou o vento<br />
e sen máis<br />
contemplacións<br />
botouna<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZfSvX1H9mXWTKBlGbtef9CvDJ_fUS-YiKRyaRrVh7zm4xLOsPvmcm6NVkErhxM5H82aiwzo5OK-naw08e5e04OPS1vdkqnFySlgwcpGjjTy4QoS_fl5ghPSjs1kZ9l6jXVWJJps011Lj/s1600/IMGP0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZfSvX1H9mXWTKBlGbtef9CvDJ_fUS-YiKRyaRrVh7zm4xLOsPvmcm6NVkErhxM5H82aiwzo5OK-naw08e5e04OPS1vdkqnFySlgwcpGjjTy4QoS_fl5ghPSjs1kZ9l6jXVWJJps011Lj/s320/IMGP0010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Actitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-20013718327248091892011-03-30T19:35:00.001+02:002011-03-30T19:35:28.058+02:00Os paxarosnon teñen reloxoActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-89755389114837900682011-03-09T23:11:00.000+01:002011-03-09T23:11:16.359+01:00CelsiusLuns: 17,8 ºC<div>Martes: 17,5 ºC</div><div>Mércores: 17,6 ºC</div><div>Xoves: 17,4 ºC</div><div>Venres: 20,3 ºC</div><div>Sábado: 20,8 ºC</div><div>Domingo: 17,9 ºC</div><div><br />
</div><div>Segundo o meu chafulleiro estudo</div><div>únicamente preciso dun simple</div><div>termómetro preto da miña </div><div>cama para inferir os días </div><div>nos que non me deixas</div><div>cometer a barbaridade</div><div>de durmir só</div><div><br />
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</div>Actitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-15358633286606250692011-03-09T22:57:00.000+01:002011-03-09T22:57:31.362+01:00Achegueime a modiñopedindo desculpas<br />
quizais<br />
cargando coa culpa<br />
de terche esquecido<br />
<br />
quizais<br />
non me cres<br />
cando murmuro<br />
que che penso<br />
todos os días<br />
<br />
e voltei a ti<br />
á túa beira<br />
ao teu arrecendo<br />
ao teu sabor<br />
necesítote preto<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">"La mer</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">qu'on voit danser le long..."</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span></i></span><br />
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</i></b></span></span>Actitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-48980304321896522162011-02-23T22:22:00.001+01:002011-03-11T18:58:22.500+01:00E neste mesmo mundoxa que polo de agora<br />
compañeiras e homiños<br />
non temos outro<br />
atopeime <br />
doutra volta<br />
coa maxia<br />
suprema que<br />
<b><i>sempre </i></b>che é<br />
sumerxirse no<br />
caos simbólico<br />
que son as letras<br />
e facer que se<br />
collan da man<br />
e se miren aos<br />
ollosActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-48612746618711230502011-02-14T19:25:00.003+01:002011-02-14T19:29:41.944+01:00Non te enteras?<div style="text-align: justify;"> ti ti el el eu eu ti ti ti el el</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> ti ti ti el el eu eu eu ti ti el el</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> ti ti el el eu eu eu ti ti el el</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ti ti el el el el eu eu ti ti ti el el</div><br />
<br />
non te decatas de nada...<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQE12xLt6wB_3ELN_CPinPCPhWcnH2UB68DSsVfhQnlFpWuuX43LVqwATDCSgA1BZp_OSLKdzAYqQZbB9K5JeM9y-XjZc1orY2MGb3xdJFB9zXnQPlIGHVd_lSLW5oCrduPWeZ5ysNr2T-/s1600/tierra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQE12xLt6wB_3ELN_CPinPCPhWcnH2UB68DSsVfhQnlFpWuuX43LVqwATDCSgA1BZp_OSLKdzAYqQZbB9K5JeM9y-XjZc1orY2MGb3xdJFB9zXnQPlIGHVd_lSLW5oCrduPWeZ5ysNr2T-/s1600/tierra.jpg" /></a></div>Actitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-7170544485282698082011-02-14T19:04:00.000+01:002011-02-14T19:04:22.310+01:00Moscova (Москва)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUH9gwg6uXZ66rDMbUn75XrHzQtlvFQDFfux5CGkYhOmBbpHUn9XrOjpkXEdTPgZ0nTQcLqGwN6o1sLzY3EyOAlLFirwTyEPMTTpIEOFIK7nJv2n3lD5m4h-V4nW698RtSz0ab70dT6P8/s1600/soviet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUH9gwg6uXZ66rDMbUn75XrHzQtlvFQDFfux5CGkYhOmBbpHUn9XrOjpkXEdTPgZ0nTQcLqGwN6o1sLzY3EyOAlLFirwTyEPMTTpIEOFIK7nJv2n3lD5m4h-V4nW698RtSz0ab70dT6P8/s1600/soviet.jpg" /></a></div>Logo de anos de estudo<br />
o científico soviético<br />
Dimitri Risov<br />
chegou a unha tese<br />
que tería revolucionado<br />
a Xeometría tradicional<br />
dende as súas bases:<br />
<br />
<i>"O sorriso é a </i><br />
<i>distancia máis</i><br />
<i>curta entre</i><br />
<i>dúas persoas"</i><br />
<br />
Máis era tarde:<br />
a unión caeu<br />
xunto co<br />
Dimitri<br />
e o estudo<br />
fica,<br />
inédito,<br />
nunha caixa<br />
forte dun<br />
banco<br />
de XenebraActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-54937648638976518302011-02-14T18:50:00.000+01:002011-02-14T18:50:16.081+01:00E din nas novasenvellecidas<br />
(tres anos de<br />
crise equivalen<br />
a noventa de<br />
expansión<br />
economi-cida)<br />
que baixa a venda de coches<br />
<br />
que iso debería preocuparnos<br />
(preocúpome)<br />
que deberían subir<br />
(érgome)<br />
ou será un desastre<br />
(boto as mans á cabeza)<br />
para o sector<br />
(asómaseme a lagrimiña)<br />
<br />
logo deste grolo amargo<br />
encho os pulmóns<br />
coma se tratara<br />
de inspirar<br />
de novo<br />
a vida perdida<br />
<br />
de súpeto decátome<br />
con asombro<br />
denantes xusto<br />
de ficar<br />
desconcertado<br />
de que noto o<br />
aire moito<br />
máis limpo<br />
que onte...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5qxk_KW_RzSgbUSYsJSC8mySt_-cMazqgthxwZTHTHjA0ISTfpUzuLTXW-spx02yw9rX4vFqEEqybhrp84ReIMdlq0VvAQgrdzMSu9QgFp4B3RIZtHLYk3OOczP91zn0gu2SxJbyXz2x/s1600/contamina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5qxk_KW_RzSgbUSYsJSC8mySt_-cMazqgthxwZTHTHjA0ISTfpUzuLTXW-spx02yw9rX4vFqEEqybhrp84ReIMdlq0VvAQgrdzMSu9QgFp4B3RIZtHLYk3OOczP91zn0gu2SxJbyXz2x/s1600/contamina.jpg" /></a></div>Actitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-68549806119182218322011-01-04T16:46:00.000+01:002011-01-04T16:46:40.067+01:00<i>bebémo-la noite e quedamos sen estrellas</i><div>(Pedro Lamas)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0mSmieol55C9AOrHWS2EOywJLl7DXZ85g-Su1L_WkUi20b8YX26VhwWZw9gg0OrWBKdNXtngxC-yrSW3PEAJBIgJTXvVwHTYeYoI-0wgBSsvjRa9j7mybgoO5FI0BM58aDO_6uDOf2s1/s1600/habitacion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0mSmieol55C9AOrHWS2EOywJLl7DXZ85g-Su1L_WkUi20b8YX26VhwWZw9gg0OrWBKdNXtngxC-yrSW3PEAJBIgJTXvVwHTYeYoI-0wgBSsvjRa9j7mybgoO5FI0BM58aDO_6uDOf2s1/s200/habitacion.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br />
</div>Actitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-71230476275304275252010-12-08T22:32:00.000+01:002010-12-08T22:32:10.099+01:00Arte Moderno<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyNr1j-mMw_yqr7imkBpGyrnScOzdWbXe-bOKa7kY4S3PPMv_cGX2v9IUo258Q4kzTSriw7RwiR14GcdVHySR-Df2AO1iXk-bGhbjCYwFpYM0eERs0vH9P0XyYFnhHtzokdUQvkAr_PPKG/s1600/William+Merritt+Chase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyNr1j-mMw_yqr7imkBpGyrnScOzdWbXe-bOKa7kY4S3PPMv_cGX2v9IUo258Q4kzTSriw7RwiR14GcdVHySR-Df2AO1iXk-bGhbjCYwFpYM0eERs0vH9P0XyYFnhHtzokdUQvkAr_PPKG/s320/William+Merritt+Chase.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>arte conductista<br />
gústache<br />
aplaudes<br />
píraste complacido<br />
pero esquécela<br />
ainda así<br />
volves<br />
e vólvenche<br />
a mercar<br />
cun caramelo<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;"></div>se non hai unha parte que odias non é arte<br />
<br />
vin unha performance sobre xente discutindo o significado dunha performance<br />
impactante disque<br />
e só me impactou que falaban sen pararse a odiarActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-78475152002753063552010-11-23T19:58:00.000+01:002010-11-23T19:58:41.151+01:00Novembro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qqK7gtgziuGBLC2WIllf0oJoR4BOBpeBEKgbSY77tGCFiCVMsz5Ugat-pahdJpunPQjpH4bIPK-rL1Oqn2064EBmiEn8zEALz1MmjePs2bWe8EDARmNByODHc4cEeGzMxUYrhMUP9ogu/s1600/faro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qqK7gtgziuGBLC2WIllf0oJoR4BOBpeBEKgbSY77tGCFiCVMsz5Ugat-pahdJpunPQjpH4bIPK-rL1Oqn2064EBmiEn8zEALz1MmjePs2bWe8EDARmNByODHc4cEeGzMxUYrhMUP9ogu/s200/faro.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>sempre<br />
chovendo<br />
e ventando<br />
conxelando<br />
dende o corazón<br />
mesmo<br />
do inverno<br />
<br />
ai...<br />
<br />
o mellor do<br />
mundo<br />
é ficar quentiño<br />
en NovembroActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-31858444160988808112010-11-16T21:33:00.001+01:002010-11-16T21:35:59.478+01:00Xírate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpkAZ2n8ryWFft-5dCilQToNpl1PTbCIPRFR-QJUnZrYGBDzSv0DECHpVTUPuHvsiCsBjqGX7-7iZNS8vYxtTBtUxGI3Vlybjj5LhFEdTMNxhsPY6GAlTIqpObXJ7jH687YDkBZXWanDXK/s1600/cinema.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpkAZ2n8ryWFft-5dCilQToNpl1PTbCIPRFR-QJUnZrYGBDzSv0DECHpVTUPuHvsiCsBjqGX7-7iZNS8vYxtTBtUxGI3Vlybjj5LhFEdTMNxhsPY6GAlTIqpObXJ7jH687YDkBZXWanDXK/s320/cinema.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>un momento<br />
mira as caras<br />
de toda esa xente<br />
<br />
en ningures atoparás<br />
unha expresión<br />
semellante<br />
<br />
á provocada<br />
pola maxia<br />
do cineActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-29181514658023330372010-11-07T21:24:00.000+01:002010-11-07T21:24:15.728+01:00Quero que volvanas etiquetas da froita<br />
que decoraban currunchos<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YxzoKJ-P5MmsBDJ2ecx5GhEwMEtnSiZjCFgghwiOgddEttbh7jd-LRQ8OpQbAaDfMxHSq3b-DVbOEeuryzTJk-0bDRl5CwrmNKEPaypbnugsDJNWtyPcyJHVRds1rag4doBlynjSNCZM/s1600/fruta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YxzoKJ-P5MmsBDJ2ecx5GhEwMEtnSiZjCFgghwiOgddEttbh7jd-LRQ8OpQbAaDfMxHSq3b-DVbOEeuryzTJk-0bDRl5CwrmNKEPaypbnugsDJNWtyPcyJHVRds1rag4doBlynjSNCZM/s320/fruta.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>pola casa adianteActitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390122366746935279.post-33040222108474040032010-11-03T22:52:00.002+01:002010-11-07T23:09:47.878+01:00O Reino (Celso Emilio)<div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br />
<center><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">No tempo aquil<br />
cando os animales falaban,<br />
decir libertá non era triste,<br />
decir verdá era coma un río,<br />
decir amor,<br />
decir amigo,<br />
era igual que nomear a primavera.<br />
Ninguén sabía dos aldraxes.</span></center> </div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br />
<center><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">Cando os animales falaban<br />
os homes cantaban nos solpores<br />
pombas de luz e xílgaros de soños.<br />
Decir teu e meu non se entendía,</span></center> </div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">decir espada estaba prohibido, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"> decir prisión somente era unha verba</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"> sin senso, un aire que mancaba</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"> o corazón da xente.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"> ¿Cando,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"> cando se perdeu,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"> iste gran Reino?</span></div>Actitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01981362757073721308noreply@blogger.com0