tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18072305610518514312024-03-13T09:00:45.412-07:00A moto de mateoSabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-69912949294596678782016-11-02T12:33:00.001-07:002016-11-02T12:34:36.293-07:00What happened to Tom Foster?<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">agora xa se me confunden os sucesos e</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">dende esta cama non podo estirar ben as pernas e</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">por iso os pensamentos se me revolven</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">dixeron que saíches teso como un pao e</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">que </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">os ollos se fixeron tan pequenos que</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">tiñas un aspecto cómico</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ou pareceumo a min?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">agora xa me ven ás mans esa forza que me atrapa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">agora xa che vexo rindo diante de min e sinto a pel tremer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">agora xa te devolvo un sorriso e estoupo de verdade</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">que fermoso pelo e como se manchou todo de branco!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">canta auga na miña roupa ao rematar!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">e unha dor nos brazos que me acompaña aínda hoxe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">e ti dentro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">conxelado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">tan marabilloso o volverte ver </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> tan só uns intres máis tarde</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">tan quedo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">pero coa mirada chorando</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">e logo xa ves</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">que mágoa de cadáver!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">eterno como poderías ter sido</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">podreces na terra</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">e eu na cadea</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]</span></div>
Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-82966680607442047022013-06-12T14:06:00.000-07:002013-06-12T14:09:16.769-07:00vou vomitarche enriba pra que vexas de que estou feita.<br />
<br />
por dentro teño picos<br />
que se cravan ao agacharme.<br />
<br />
a pel que me cobre<br />
fíxena do ventre dos meus peitos<br />
<br />
e as portas máis escuras son<br />
só<br />
debuxos que non levan a ningures<br />
<br />
<br />
ves agora?<br />
<br />
teño dentes agasallo dos animais<br />
que me morden cando non miro<br />
<br />
as mulleres que me habitan non se atreven<br />
nunca<br />
a falarme<br />
<br />
e os pés desfanse en canto piso a area<br />
<br />
<br />
velo?<br />
<br />
cando corto os músculos<br />
soan como mordazas de carne húmida<br />
<br />
e porque sego tendo pestanas<br />
recoñezo<br />
cando<br />
mintes<br />
<br />
[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-86124521038958960192013-05-08T11:57:00.002-07:002013-05-08T11:57:30.671-07:00<span style="color: white;">Se che gusta algo e sabes explicar por qué,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">probablemente non che guste demasiado.</span>Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-18643050418046122022013-04-30T10:24:00.003-07:002013-04-30T10:24:59.355-07:00<style type="text/css">P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }</style>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">que me corten</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
</div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">que me corten dunha soa e potente
labazada.</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span>
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<span style="color: white;">abrupta e visceral,</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span>
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<span style="color: white;">negra no interior e transparente
superficie</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">que me corten</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
</div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">chámaos</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">reúne a centos</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">que se acheguen todos eles</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span>
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<span style="color: white;">uns que miren e os outros</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span>
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<span style="color: white;"> que me corten</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span>
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<span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]</span></div>
Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-12852658214146050072013-04-30T10:23:00.001-07:002013-04-30T10:24:45.991-07:00<style type="text/css">P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }</style>
<br />
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<span style="color: white;">o que me importa</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">a materia orgánica</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">os desexos que non se cumpren</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">os cristais rotos</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">a luz</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">do sol e lúa</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">os soños</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">as miradas perdidas</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">o que non me importa</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: white;">[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo] </span>Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-87053986837837851872013-03-16T08:52:00.002-07:002013-03-16T08:52:15.495-07:00
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<span style="color: white;">era un pequeno anaco de
pel que remataba en punta</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"> o que cortaba as follas</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
</div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">unha punta temida por
lobos e raposos</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">mais era paciente e non
perseguía a ninguén</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
</div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><i>os lobos</i></span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
</div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">eu nunca vira un lobo ata que cheguei a
esta fría terra</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">eu nunca vira un lobo mais coñecía os
nomes de todos eles</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">e eles o meu</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">sabela,
sabela</span></i></span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">chamaban de noite</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">e mantiña os ollos ben abertos para
espantalos</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
</div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
</div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><i>as miñocas</i></span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
</div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"> atraentes animais.</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">nunca todo o vermellas que poderían
ser porque non teñen sangue coma nós</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">pero sempre dividíndose grazas á miña
man asasina</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"> debuxan co seu corpo o comezo do meu
nome</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
</div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div align="RIGHT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><i>a denociña</i></span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
</div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">ela é unha soa</span></div>
<span style="color: white;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">só unha a que mora en todas as
tobeiras</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white;">[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo] </span></div>
Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-30295229932440788912013-03-15T05:52:00.001-07:002013-03-15T05:53:09.225-07:00ni dios ni amo<style type="text/css">P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }</style>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Y
dije: “Sí, señor”.</i></span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>A
lo que me contestó:</i></span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Aquí
no hay señor,</i></span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>aquí
no tenemos ni dios ni amo”.</i></span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">José
Luis Sampedro.</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">os
donos das persoas vomitaron o cascallo</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">e
as cunchas <b>todas</b> da praia erixíronse de novo</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> en
arquitectónicas criaturas</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">degolaron
aos miróns que respondían a todo que si</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> logo
de que accederan á súa propia execución</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">os
foraxidos non puideron continuar</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">porque
lles quedaron nas pernas atoados os ollos</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">e
as pernas nos ollos</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> e
viceversa</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">a
cotra de merda nas paredes semellaba chorar esterco</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">e
todos <b>todos</b> admiraron ese cheiro</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">saben
ben dende entón que un sinal de deus aparece sempre como unha
mentira</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> unha
muller derrotada</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> ou
de noite.</span></span></div>
<div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
<br />
[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]</div>
Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-72522794384299480202013-03-14T09:44:00.000-07:002013-03-14T09:44:02.454-07:00London
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;">ao principio as
cidades eran negras</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;">despois
apareciches ti</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;">e deseñaches o
que lle chegou a ser londres</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.25cm;">
<span style="color: black;">e
todo o demais</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;">dende entón as
figuras toman forma nesta urbe</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;">contracción silencio</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;"> un xemido</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;">e a cidade outra
vez</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;">despois das
persoas veñen túneles longos</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;"> e un ruído </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;">despois dos
ruídos están os paxaros e despois a luz e a cor</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;"> verde</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black;">[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo] </span></div>
Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-5754183258549117612012-11-13T12:40:00.000-08:002012-11-13T12:41:22.868-08:00The ghost<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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White slippery movements</div>
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silent</div>
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and cold</div>
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<br /></div>
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The ghost has come to your night</div>
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to make you frightened</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
like a harmless child</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
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Keep your eyes wide open</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
watch the ghost dance for you</div>
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<br /></div>
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It is bright, and dark</div>
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it'll be over when it's blue.</div>
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[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]</div>
Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-77705252978949586632012-11-05T01:21:00.000-08:002012-11-05T01:21:43.241-08:00Que calado tiñamos que podemos darnos a volta como un calcetín. Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-1893648639833817762012-09-09T15:02:00.000-07:002012-09-09T15:03:14.720-07:00Stones<style type="text/css">
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You can stop picking stones
out of my belly</div>
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you can</div>
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risk a little bit more and</div>
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hopefully</div>
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stand still for <b>ages</b></div>
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staring the trees
move</div>
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Since the path is unbroken</div>
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and</div>
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mornings come to warn <b>the
nights</b></div>
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the <b>last</b> chance to
loneliness</div>
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is</div>
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rolling to the next moment</div>
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[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]</div>
Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-68137932719878255712012-06-10T14:39:00.000-07:002012-06-10T14:39:16.002-07:00Un neno que perdeu un zapatoPasa inmediatamente a chamarse "O neno que perdeu un zapato".<br />
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Procedemos, agora si, a relatar os acontecementos.<br />
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<b>Día 1</b><br />
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Un neno (ou o neno)</div>
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sae da porta dunha casa que se continúa verticalmente co cumio dun monte.</div>
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O neno,</div>
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co camiñar lixeiro propio da idade que teña,</div>
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diríxese ao pé dunha árbore enorme.</div>
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Ao chegar,</div>
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axeónllase devagar e rabuña suavemente na terra.</div>
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<b>Día 2</b></div>
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Un neno,</div>
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o mesmo neno,</div>
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fronte á mesma árbore,</div>
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abanea fortemente as mans.</div>
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Continúa durante uns minutos</div>
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e interrómpese de golpe.</div>
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Baixa as mans e volve á casa.</div>
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<b>Día 3</b></div>
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O neno dá voltas arredor da árbore</div>
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debuxando cun pao unha liña no solo.</div>
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Solta o pao e volve a casa.</div>
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<b>O último día</b></div>
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O neno sae da casa,</div>
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diríxese á árbore,</div>
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alcánzaa,</div>
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chántase en fronte dela.</div>
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Tras unha breve e intensa axitación da escena </div>
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o neno comeza a ser absorbido pola Terra.</div>
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A Terra,</div>
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pola súa parte,</div>
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cuspe auga con forza.<br />
Axiña o neno desaparece,<br />
quedando tan só un zapato ao carón dunha árbore enorme.<br />
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[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]</div>
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</div>Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-66225324245716363542012-06-10T13:45:00.001-07:002012-06-10T13:47:42.632-07:00O creador<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Incluso ao máis impuro ateo lle resulta tentador xogar coa idea dun creador -chamarlle deus ou non é irrelevante para o caso- de quen facer unha pantomima, un humanizado ser enchoupado da torpeza entrañable da especie.</div>
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Recoñezo descubrirme unha e outra vez invocando, culpando, agradecendo ou sinxelamente sinalando ao ubicuo e indecente que lavou as mans das que se lle escapou todo isto. Ui, xa me volveu pasar.</div>
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[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-55725588598480766152012-06-08T14:48:00.004-07:002012-06-08T14:48:57.668-07:00A importancia de ser raroPor raro poden entenderse moitas cousas, pero poucas palabras fan referencia con máis sinxeleza e suavidade a un estado e orde das cousas que lle resulta tan absorbente ao meu cerebro.<br />
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As cousas raras, por definición pouco habituais ou que se saen da norma, escapan da marxe real do que nos rodea e quedan varadas na outra beira, agardando por unha mirada que as rescate, quizais para apreciala gardada con receo, ou quizais pra devolvela suavemente á súa orixe.<br />
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[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-62568517073418146442012-03-25T13:05:00.000-07:002012-03-25T13:05:20.476-07:00Tapa pin-up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg58ozRAFaTvnp7Jux5Cb6wa92fmLFcHyXB0utm6zLlsTsnDLXjo6T036bD8VKs0_1IRu2bWS8fQPKY5BJPJBATMBTbq_AefHZfsyJzdHFe4efbozFkqdtHhNpYf0-Ge5seKKjHLpu7mdsr/s1600/P3258861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg58ozRAFaTvnp7Jux5Cb6wa92fmLFcHyXB0utm6zLlsTsnDLXjo6T036bD8VKs0_1IRu2bWS8fQPKY5BJPJBATMBTbq_AefHZfsyJzdHFe4efbozFkqdtHhNpYf0-Ge5seKKjHLpu7mdsr/s320/P3258861.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rouboume as pezas porque non as gardara</div><div style="text-align: center;">e gardoumas pra que non mas roubaran</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]</div>Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-82435700762548359052012-03-19T15:27:00.000-07:002012-03-19T15:27:28.732-07:00O gato máis negro bailou hoxe ao meu redor<br />
o gato máis negro<br />
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A pelaxe brillaba de emoción<br />
fitaban os ollos verdes<br />
e o gato máis negro bailaba pra min<br />
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Vira pra unha beira<br />
frégase no chan<br />
<div style="text-align: left;"> e dun chimpo</div><div style="text-align: left;">cruza por diante miña</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Detense un intre</div><div style="text-align: left;">achégome a el</div><div style="text-align: left;"> e volve voar cara un coche</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Segue os meus pasos</div><div style="text-align: left;">xoga cos pés </div><div style="text-align: left;">sorrí a felina mirada </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Baila pra min</div><div style="text-align: left;">o gato máis negro</div><div style="text-align: left;">e máis fermoso </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]</div>Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-40209931690501590692012-03-17T04:53:00.000-07:002012-03-17T04:53:39.941-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFpYjHuvMUKqvhti7YtVAjwRhVnY4rpWBgJpg2GPh5T-ri2jdSQeeCEmpmV2UApkBJSk5pImmVupPt0a28hkvx-ZxlAV708GSg_HkNBi8mAL-2ujWrfzFE69Jn9tKc7Q58ndf1gUC9PCE/s1600/thomyorke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFpYjHuvMUKqvhti7YtVAjwRhVnY4rpWBgJpg2GPh5T-ri2jdSQeeCEmpmV2UApkBJSk5pImmVupPt0a28hkvx-ZxlAV708GSg_HkNBi8mAL-2ujWrfzFE69Jn9tKc7Q58ndf1gUC9PCE/s320/thomyorke.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><br />
I want you to notice<br />
When I'm not around<br />
You're so fuckin' special<br />
I wish I was special<br />
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But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.<br />
What the hell am I doing here?<br />
I don't belong here.<br />
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[Radiohead]Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-78982236348802538262012-03-13T10:18:00.000-07:002012-03-13T10:18:39.871-07:00Noticia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKutGpMfU6I412j6kPElY79vyUwi6EpX-G2HWINlZ8SzAhoWv7ZKrsUmDYfh-Z9a_D4aanqfR2C6Gob7pOD3znFekc33VZnaXTfBdZwjGs_BMIo1Kxk__T_R0bAvqUlmzLtsS-5KqAIx0/s1600/P3078732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKutGpMfU6I412j6kPElY79vyUwi6EpX-G2HWINlZ8SzAhoWv7ZKrsUmDYfh-Z9a_D4aanqfR2C6Gob7pOD3znFekc33VZnaXTfBdZwjGs_BMIo1Kxk__T_R0bAvqUlmzLtsS-5KqAIx0/s320/P3078732.JPG" width="240" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aos andeis non lles hai que limpar o po por baixo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo] </div>Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-16274512214194754172012-03-11T15:31:00.000-07:002012-03-11T15:31:11.942-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6zjtYh0_OZy-qP4oc3LeOPb9ROEGbemeuOoASIvqMQxaulIqycwAiXAMDUgLGUDl2lHdgdcUpHCGnyA9atjU3vb2rYCvL_IgtCVoaLOI6syT8EkzCy_apiW59FGOoeHpYsLxvwfo4o9o/s1600/P3078725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6zjtYh0_OZy-qP4oc3LeOPb9ROEGbemeuOoASIvqMQxaulIqycwAiXAMDUgLGUDl2lHdgdcUpHCGnyA9atjU3vb2rYCvL_IgtCVoaLOI6syT8EkzCy_apiW59FGOoeHpYsLxvwfo4o9o/s320/P3078725.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
In the blossom Sunday<br />
where the bodies lay<br />
you gotta stay quiet<br />
you gotta stay quiet<br />
<br />
Rough edges<br />
tried to kill me last night<br />
and you just stared<br />
trying to reach nobody<br />
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[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-59318043276040305162012-03-10T07:45:00.000-08:002012-03-10T07:45:11.265-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05aXthuEyCWNKS_55zjEaPnvA4QSJJykx5XJb34PIPGpFlQs21hgIl0c2QRHYKX0Q9OqyCNMaToX9cMYGUTfWUpEgWvR2pjW0FdqEHxDZ0ZQzotPGCluDWsts2gDOcRvBk-nmhzpHZM_v/s1600/P3108761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05aXthuEyCWNKS_55zjEaPnvA4QSJJykx5XJb34PIPGpFlQs21hgIl0c2QRHYKX0Q9OqyCNMaToX9cMYGUTfWUpEgWvR2pjW0FdqEHxDZ0ZQzotPGCluDWsts2gDOcRvBk-nmhzpHZM_v/s320/P3108761.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-5157122538791893772012-03-06T06:27:00.001-08:002012-03-06T06:30:37.201-08:00O futuro<style type="text/css">
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">todo está quedo</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">as mulleres do fondo recollen as moedas que caen do ceo</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">e os homes</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">rabuñan con forza as incrustadas no chan</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">a luz que entra pola fiestra non abonda pra iluminarme as mans</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">e búscome os dedos desesperada</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">non están, penso</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">non están</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">estendo a man, entón</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">sen dedos abro a man</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">e as moedas caen ao baleiro</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">sen facer ruído ningún</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">árdenme os ollos e ningúen di nada</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">pero todos miran</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">miran como agroman as lapas da máis negra brancura</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]</div>Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-48224596187520884362012-03-05T13:53:00.004-08:002012-03-06T06:30:56.686-08:00A cortina<style type="text/css">
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">A cortina como memoria afeita a ser fatal</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">a ser culpable</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">a cortina que baila cando se deixa levar, nunca soa.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Recordabas o tacto, a súa pesadez</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">o cheiro era familiar, tamén, como a cor.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Prendíchela con forza na man pechando tanto os puños...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">ata faceres sangue que ninguén notou camuflado na pelaxe</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">da cortina.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Coñecías xa ese desacougo.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Falouche unha voz dende atrás que repetía</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">ola ola ola</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">e diante túa respostaban</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">ola ola ola</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">e ti no medio</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">con medo</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">mollando a cortina.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo] </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div>Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-89269616353317758042012-02-07T14:02:00.001-08:002012-03-06T06:30:04.319-08:00<style type="text/css">
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Revolto na lama</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">envolto en poutas de gato</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">arañado por rabuñaduras na pel</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">así mo atopei eu</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">sorrindo mentres refouzaba na lama</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">revolto na lama</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">xogou comigo ata cansar</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">e volveuse adentrar</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">na lama</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]</div>Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-74436731360435388072011-09-30T15:21:00.000-07:002012-03-06T06:30:04.319-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Son inconsciente</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">mirando pra unha pernas que nunca van correr ao meu favor</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">porque se intentase mirar máis </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">de seguro a néboa había desviarme</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">parece que cara ti hai un pasadizo perigoso</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ateigado de enganos de maxia pagá</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">de negros escuros</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">de disparos que acertan</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">de individuos estranos que me miran de reollo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e que te miran a ti como bicando o ceo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">porque sabes que lles gustas</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e cada pé que me une ao chan é unha cadea potente </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">que me imanta o corpo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e cada esfera interrogante unha chamada ancestral</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">que comezou agora</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e rematará en desgraza</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">[Sabela Rodríguez Lorenzo]</span></div>Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807230561051851431.post-82511466729323084252011-07-17T11:03:00.000-07:002011-07-17T11:04:19.742-07:00Gioconda Belli<b><i><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: medium;"> </span></i></b><br />
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Consuelo para la temporalidad<br />
</span></i></b><span style="font-family: Garamond;"> Somos como las plantas:<br />
Nuestra piel es hoja y nervadura<br />
de pasiones hermosas<br />
Que bailan sin cesar.<br />
somos danza y danzar en el viento<br />
Es potestad de nuestras piernas sin raíces.<br />
Todo cambia y nada permanece.<br />
En el otoño, el follaje se desprende amarillo;<br />
Llueve oro en el atardecer.<br />
No habría vida sin muerte.<br />
No seríamos cuanto somos<br />
si la conciencia no guardara experiencias ajenas<br />
que misteriosamente se aposentan<br />
en el aire interior cuya esencia desconocemos.<br />
Y, sin embargo, así como Blake dijo:<br />
"La eternidad está enamorada de la fabricación del tiempo".<br />
Es inevitable enamorarse de la creación<br />
y sentir el dolor de no ser inmortales.<br />
<br />
¡Ven!<br />
Abandona el rencor por lo incomprensible.<br />
porque la vida se alimenta de la vida,<br />
hemos de arder en la pira funeraria sin perecer.<br />
cantos y mitos nos sobrevivirán,<br />
como sobrevive el árbol<br />
que talado y yerto me sirve de apoyo<br />
para escribir esta reflexión.<br />
<br />
La experiencia de la vida es la pasión de beberla<br />
hasta la embriaguez.<br />
Amar, cantar, decir versos hermosos<br />
y luego<br />
dormir.<br />
<br />
[Gioconda Belli] <br />
</span></div></div><span style="font-family: Garamond;"></span>Sabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11107977226508058911noreply@blogger.com0