tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157453482024-03-19T04:37:34.469+01:00verdelloás voltas é verde pero torna vermelloverdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-76090639029712314712009-07-01T14:09:00.003+02:002009-07-01T14:31:04.984+02:00pel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-jNK1hvbOITF38_YtI4q71_YaaWdkd3aFt1u0OqUDmQZZ1hxEDhpkr6dNZbEuWEnMHvmBKSZEGj_yBgMGE86TLGuxUhbgyp9Q6zqGGVIHJHCXeHJNtguHLvPJVQm8h5IyZ3i/s1600-h/memoriall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-jNK1hvbOITF38_YtI4q71_YaaWdkd3aFt1u0OqUDmQZZ1hxEDhpkr6dNZbEuWEnMHvmBKSZEGj_yBgMGE86TLGuxUhbgyp9Q6zqGGVIHJHCXeHJNtguHLvPJVQm8h5IyZ3i/s320/memoriall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353465436941912338" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">teño un rexistro perecedeiro. fala o ar. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">todo o que viva, todo o que morra, permanece de certo na pel. no meu particular museo de mauthaussen.</span></div></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-50166547450348624282009-06-11T20:24:00.004+02:002009-06-11T20:36:21.203+02:00pan con mar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOEshkE4VEkYQTd20KTuhPpQRVTm9idI2ApLGJS5tuzQIel_Gkz0FGsaNIk16j7e4Q2s8y0r6b86DpgPu7wAHOcg5LU9QtWs1E7VkkI-23zf4iyq9T-7dZmuaX6Bs88DwhXNd/s1600-h/espigas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOEshkE4VEkYQTd20KTuhPpQRVTm9idI2ApLGJS5tuzQIel_Gkz0FGsaNIk16j7e4Q2s8y0r6b86DpgPu7wAHOcg5LU9QtWs1E7VkkI-23zf4iyq9T-7dZmuaX6Bs88DwhXNd/s320/espigas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346140364247938626" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">volvo á constancia porque estou triste e repito.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">pan con pan. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><b>querer </b>non é unha obriga.</span></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-63176080463123449312009-06-08T10:48:00.003+02:002009-06-08T10:59:25.978+02:00multitude<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVjvflY43hHNTrOREX8P1JUwdQ4fFYQ4YqAeSirgLyk1T7wi5RJs9cjg9lDa2FElCopoF6mb3vPrWA58E2LwyUhNJU2WMJPADipFTafTdrb9rxEQgS5OVOJW3GmdAHnqWcG3qg/s1600-h/multitude.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVjvflY43hHNTrOREX8P1JUwdQ4fFYQ4YqAeSirgLyk1T7wi5RJs9cjg9lDa2FElCopoF6mb3vPrWA58E2LwyUhNJU2WMJPADipFTafTdrb9rxEQgS5OVOJW3GmdAHnqWcG3qg/s320/multitude.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344878492624413026" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Distínguese polo halo que a rodea. Presta atención. É unha </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">pantasma de metal</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">.</span></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-655923075745337962009-05-11T21:53:00.006+02:002009-05-12T11:46:27.862+02:00borrador universal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPrZuW1e2ruSuOy3M0KlhAaCaHEvSwTEcmxyuxRApozYquunwxZyX3WT2cXZb17p8ZXNc5QJbdPP2gKSY4ewpDsTRhWEkPK5Gk2pl8IpXxWZhdrxz2NRQ30Oqoyg_Ytcyfwtym/s1600-h/balcon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPrZuW1e2ruSuOy3M0KlhAaCaHEvSwTEcmxyuxRApozYquunwxZyX3WT2cXZb17p8ZXNc5QJbdPP2gKSY4ewpDsTRhWEkPK5Gk2pl8IpXxWZhdrxz2NRQ30Oqoyg_Ytcyfwtym/s320/balcon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334870812579638066" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">de 'sempre' houbo: unha barreira, un balcón de ferro, unha </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">finestra di fronte </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">para: non derrubar, non saltar, non axexarme a min mesma.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">falaba a sede por min. saía o mar pola túa boca.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">PERO</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> nadaches ata esta beira e </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">emerxiches salgado</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">, sabendo a suor, a esta carne de oliva.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">quería parapetarme neste punto </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">(<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">.</span>)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> mirar os barcos, non me bañar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">e como foi? como fixeches subir <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">a marea</span>?</span></div></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-26667067346616219742009-03-02T23:42:00.004+01:002009-03-02T23:50:26.676+01:00mudar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-jhSSdrG6LLpZBFFQSOkZAcK4YH52HDs9H5saXyWTmkZmoVuq5ytmaJKcSfhMkgWUPB-pwCU7MmBAPrywk6DJRqCVp4_A6S6r3RM6nL3dS3UWi5MP08RpYmF78VJNE01K25X/s1600-h/caixas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-jhSSdrG6LLpZBFFQSOkZAcK4YH52HDs9H5saXyWTmkZmoVuq5ytmaJKcSfhMkgWUPB-pwCU7MmBAPrywk6DJRqCVp4_A6S6r3RM6nL3dS3UWi5MP08RpYmF78VJNE01K25X/s320/caixas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308725949673498034" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">la lógica no se alquila. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">mira lo que hemos conseguido: un tesoro. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">cajas con miles de palabras. cero<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "> spam</span>. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">quizás mañana, en otro hemisferio, </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">deshagamos las maletas y pongamos cada cosa en su lugar, </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">a cada uno en su sitio.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">haremos que las paredes resuenen como un<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">((((instrumento de percusión))))</span></span></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-15969876740675950352009-02-12T22:57:00.002+01:002009-02-12T23:15:15.450+01:00temporal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86ldirhTjQbQs2-zg9hyZ3Qk1BSJBiiKc_FJotOQADLnGAi4akuEkuztf4NW9A2dLIPyAhKNAi_QIY13wtPKIiVb0OBASnI0a2EPPXuSnDBuAKkRaoOYunMqp7WwDhCEuHXBM/s1600-h/file000593917813.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302037769534355906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86ldirhTjQbQs2-zg9hyZ3Qk1BSJBiiKc_FJotOQADLnGAi4akuEkuztf4NW9A2dLIPyAhKNAi_QIY13wtPKIiVb0OBASnI0a2EPPXuSnDBuAKkRaoOYunMqp7WwDhCEuHXBM/s320/file000593917813.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">facía tempo que non me permitía pasar por aquí -alí-. foi coma unha excursión valente, improvisada, <strong>ao corazón</strong> do parque da cidade de salvador de bahía. foi camiñar escoltada polas farc. foi peor que unha colección de discos, que quitarlle o pó á caixa. foi atoparte paseando polas rúas de barcelona. <strong>un vendaval</strong>.</span></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-78889221836710517682008-12-17T11:25:00.002+01:002008-12-17T11:35:48.042+01:00pingas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinSXm2qQZkCuDlPL0Du8-uZICkery3hL4jgZ6MGAUlAKqsBIzJ9EZ0uRq9PTT-7Y4KKAntMwk6sAqxTL5yYZcOrnnAo0cUDcWDQwgp-bon1jvjphsIhgT3bt0r0XB4ezndlYGH/s1600-h/Untitled-4(3).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinSXm2qQZkCuDlPL0Du8-uZICkery3hL4jgZ6MGAUlAKqsBIzJ9EZ0uRq9PTT-7Y4KKAntMwk6sAqxTL5yYZcOrnnAo0cUDcWDQwgp-bon1jvjphsIhgT3bt0r0XB4ezndlYGH/s320/Untitled-4(3).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280703940675519650" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">. . .</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> . . . .</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> . . .</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> . . ..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> . .</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> . .</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> .</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">pecha o paraugas, bota a andar, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">(</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">pensa en</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span>agosto)</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-14296241481714927092008-12-03T13:36:00.002+01:002008-12-17T11:24:57.422+01:00la solitudine dei numeri primi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Lw-nmMu3XhLpA8sK4AQ1_Kv5Xsf1ixuFC2FcqWYwvc9ZBaxVWQWGTf96mbnQQR6MSFX8nFZcAkmBi12Ow7fV_n84BpR2Qa_uh9eLeKUMFVi4Pu9f9kO9GWX7wsOVacwVmvmb/s1600-h/numeroprimo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Lw-nmMu3XhLpA8sK4AQ1_Kv5Xsf1ixuFC2FcqWYwvc9ZBaxVWQWGTf96mbnQQR6MSFX8nFZcAkmBi12Ow7fV_n84BpR2Qa_uh9eLeKUMFVi4Pu9f9kO9GWX7wsOVacwVmvmb/s320/numeroprimo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275543022249263522" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Nella serie infinita dei numeri naturali, esistono alcuni numeri speciali, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i numeri primi, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">divisibili solo per se stessi e per uno</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">."</span></span><br /></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-79087331915264675472008-11-22T11:53:00.006+01:002008-11-22T12:08:30.406+01:00atmosfera protectora<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3EC-NXZo6QUNY-Ca7UI-fcBjSE6v1lY7eD7O09CNPoP0zXZX5rvwHrrT2B5aLn_6FsXh4ntr9-CEBSqAlZ3ZgZlAo19Nq6EC-oGvzaHlth7UcuzqTX6-b6H6AH9RLSvXGVzR/s1600-h/chuviacristal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3EC-NXZo6QUNY-Ca7UI-fcBjSE6v1lY7eD7O09CNPoP0zXZX5rvwHrrT2B5aLn_6FsXh4ntr9-CEBSqAlZ3ZgZlAo19Nq6EC-oGvzaHlth7UcuzqTX6-b6H6AH9RLSvXGVzR/s320/chuviacristal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271436973247211714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">non se trata dun simple cristal. é unha atmosfera protectora. fóra hai cans, chuvia, ruido, vapor gris, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">smokers</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> que </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">die younger</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> e </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">tres coches</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> que arrancan en segunda.</span></span><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); ">do teu lado tes a visión borrosa, as chaves dos coches e maila indecisión.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">se atravesas a liña, se rompes o cristal, vas sentir o que sinte a ameixa fóra da cuncha.</span></div></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-84063669181420247202008-09-14T16:19:00.002+02:002008-09-14T16:34:08.627+02:00in-decisión<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iLt0ea2c26zI1YgMWiG1R3FQOdxL6j_5BWg04KR-ABpikRsFMZ6CO5GSE_E8DoskaC1IaVJfPt_xpRemXiGWMFw9sAiN7MlDzz8ua0kmHUMGa5X9i57RYhpdhguJvIC1y95D/s1600-h/xeado.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iLt0ea2c26zI1YgMWiG1R3FQOdxL6j_5BWg04KR-ABpikRsFMZ6CO5GSE_E8DoskaC1IaVJfPt_xpRemXiGWMFw9sAiN7MlDzz8ua0kmHUMGa5X9i57RYhpdhguJvIC1y95D/s320/xeado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245881711114181746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">afástate a min, fíreme, estou <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">xeada</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"cúrate de mí, amor mío"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">alejandra pizarnik</span><br /></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-43048455425980316152008-06-05T12:23:00.007+02:002008-12-09T15:18:55.683+01:00colección de cicatrices<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8zY3hlLYcahYCz3LjvB03BA_jVgQEr8Pr8lYxnChujMn7RlQdgnPRhXEAuNd-bftj-zBzjXiA83kz2guwDm5wY6V-VS6mmncPOtuOJvpCgmJo5JQH6wOdxbBouhZWHXhmQhX/s1600-h/arame.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208341340563336802" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8zY3hlLYcahYCz3LjvB03BA_jVgQEr8Pr8lYxnChujMn7RlQdgnPRhXEAuNd-bftj-zBzjXiA83kz2guwDm5wY6V-VS6mmncPOtuOJvpCgmJo5JQH6wOdxbBouhZWHXhmQhX/s320/arame.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">párase a analizalo todo pero aínda non sabe moi ben como chegou ata ese <span style="font-weight: bold;">punto de cruz</span>: aliñado, perpetuo, coma un batallón de infantería. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">está tan ben na corda frouxa, saltando dun punto ao outro, lañando as veas do pulso, que para que non continuar <span style="font-weight: bold;">a greca</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">nunca o dixo en alto pero sempre soubo que nalgún momento chegaría a ser <span style="font-weight: bold;">funambulista</span>.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-87200653269215510422008-04-28T23:52:00.008+02:002008-12-09T15:18:55.944+01:00a batalla<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjeRHCyqrhPO_VHQufEo5L5tiw-Y9OE4KVVkdgc_HJcVmJWFerTvHxerOpojVT_-_zkyCX6Q_nhaWGYD8LhJ6r7OHEMyMPsCJ90R8s9LKzW3PvrX8MbIPSmZhxL647BlwrgJhP/s1600-h/xadrez.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195048256381534882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjeRHCyqrhPO_VHQufEo5L5tiw-Y9OE4KVVkdgc_HJcVmJWFerTvHxerOpojVT_-_zkyCX6Q_nhaWGYD8LhJ6r7OHEMyMPsCJ90R8s9LKzW3PvrX8MbIPSmZhxL647BlwrgJhP/s320/xadrez.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">parapétaste detrás de min e convírtome en escudo humano. pénsao ben. a covardía ten ás veces un <strong>efecto</strong> <strong>bumerán</strong>.</span></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-19224794314489884352008-04-22T00:42:00.004+02:002008-12-09T15:18:56.147+01:00autorretrato<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1o8EJ652U0hub_h_qKpEYzt_sfm7YruMR9Lqa-bCwLUJIc-QTdGsbw7pBdAhphcQdzXAflnzUscWbRKU-Ig6cWCAt1NdDfg5SZNDedoKAcVY05OAvVsu-noMC9KaH5sueivq4/s1600-h/flor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191832920452406450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1o8EJ652U0hub_h_qKpEYzt_sfm7YruMR9Lqa-bCwLUJIc-QTdGsbw7pBdAhphcQdzXAflnzUscWbRKU-Ig6cWCAt1NdDfg5SZNDedoKAcVY05OAvVsu-noMC9KaH5sueivq4/s320/flor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">-resistindo-</span></strong></p>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-1028506179237104692008-04-13T18:55:00.005+02:002008-12-09T15:18:56.302+01:00posguerra<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFXAU6l69dWfC5dIMTYPFjcIiPS1cK3ebIw0rkTnXmZplm8_YTxr-aW56UdvsJlJqvM8TrN0c_1L9a2hsaon0Arh28eROr6FwrLfTeI_6a4xsm9hElBc0ZuqkglMmaWkqFpuk/s1600-h/escombro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFXAU6l69dWfC5dIMTYPFjcIiPS1cK3ebIw0rkTnXmZplm8_YTxr-aW56UdvsJlJqvM8TrN0c_1L9a2hsaon0Arh28eROr6FwrLfTeI_6a4xsm9hElBc0ZuqkglMmaWkqFpuk/s320/escombro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188774874163546306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">caeume a alma aos pés cando cheguei alí e vin aquilo así, feito <span style="font-weight: bold;">cascallo</span>. contáronme que da rabia rompera o cristal cunha <span style="font-weight: bold;">pedra roma </span>(das do <span style="font-style: italic;">pai-nai-fillo</span>), roubara as chaves e -lonxe de fuxir inmediatamente- se parou con parsimonia a abrir a pechadura cando xa non tiña sentido, celebrando unha <span style="font-weight: bold;">eucaristía</span>. o resto fíxoo o tempo que, sutilemente, traballou na destrucción tinguindo de gris a madeira que dera <span style="font-weight: bold;">acubillo </span>á súa verdadeira historia. mirar para alí máis dun segundo era como estar facendo o <span style="font-weight: bold;">amor coa morte</span>. lenemente.<br /></span></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-3211332847369190462008-03-17T18:05:00.003+01:002008-12-09T15:18:56.451+01:00ollos que non ven<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcmRFO6kUONYGX1cT87dtA2EdRoK8BLbkOiyRHepTDU7RXYz6ye6vgUpzlMdafOHeYnXg5RWGXSE5EYMErZqAgcG9S9XN7dPYJU0XoDz4xCBs_4lobCLyslnlIIdzkljeUiiK/s1600-h/ollo2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178758038852696594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcmRFO6kUONYGX1cT87dtA2EdRoK8BLbkOiyRHepTDU7RXYz6ye6vgUpzlMdafOHeYnXg5RWGXSE5EYMErZqAgcG9S9XN7dPYJU0XoDz4xCBs_4lobCLyslnlIIdzkljeUiiK/s320/ollo2.jpg" border="0" /></a>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-22273801534146060542008-03-16T17:43:00.005+01:002008-12-09T15:18:56.644+01:00axudas á vivenda<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdktcYg4Q8NsMKcBdfAP0XND_ABPjyQhHIVkn9-IrR8Ve-hmCdnCFYujP8RFOvXBi_RrNGuWTAENxIkVqLUeBqg1rxL2NmzP1B_j6ZjdjnoCMFdBkzvUUxDbJQTOCm-TLhi0Fk/s1600-h/100_0234.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178390625875360258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdktcYg4Q8NsMKcBdfAP0XND_ABPjyQhHIVkn9-IrR8Ve-hmCdnCFYujP8RFOvXBi_RrNGuWTAENxIkVqLUeBqg1rxL2NmzP1B_j6ZjdjnoCMFdBkzvUUxDbJQTOCm-TLhi0Fk/s320/100_0234.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;">velaí ía, arrandearse naquilo que inventou: a festa infinita das fins de semana. sumando dardos dos de tirar a dar. que ben! canta cousa en tan poucas horas de mentira! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br />os ollos cegos, as mans atadas, o peito no seu sitio (vivindo de alugueiro). pousas o dedo onde non debes e voltas á cadea. falo do <strong>cárcere</strong>.</span></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-12602821610410173362008-02-26T20:53:00.003+01:002008-12-09T15:18:56.810+01:00resposta retórica<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4lQy8LYB1MQhp7aBt6D_8iWjV-LzeD-mu3D4cRzmKV5vkga1Lo-XXkptqkYJp90yZ887vl4XuexJz73VBZdesN7fdBbe9MCbzmfIFn6SrkELHCg70cwwisi99A1xeEyoJR1M/s1600-h/caer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171380224367903954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4lQy8LYB1MQhp7aBt6D_8iWjV-LzeD-mu3D4cRzmKV5vkga1Lo-XXkptqkYJp90yZ887vl4XuexJz73VBZdesN7fdBbe9MCbzmfIFn6SrkELHCg70cwwisi99A1xeEyoJR1M/s320/caer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">xa non é preciso que preguntes.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">cando todo era </span><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>gris escuro</strong>:</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">eu estaba <strong>aquí</strong>.</span></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-27676561269808112412008-02-11T23:44:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:18:56.935+01:00cromoterapia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI2DMVqmAHPFIlhNd71yD0PLjfPuX5O7iq4zZw4OFSnf8By8PH7YdpN_CNz1crF21Zrook6IcJSZ81I5Z_Kq88Enon9bAte3Tnm-_1LRalBm_9wS0wh9SPWYuuypT_LstMjwCx/s1600-h/voltas+na+feira"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165858146260731026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI2DMVqmAHPFIlhNd71yD0PLjfPuX5O7iq4zZw4OFSnf8By8PH7YdpN_CNz1crF21Zrook6IcJSZ81I5Z_Kq88Enon9bAte3Tnm-_1LRalBm_9wS0wh9SPWYuuypT_LstMjwCx/s320/voltas+na+feira" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh311GreuDfN3O0OBWo8fRZRfbjEzD229zEEZ5Gm6Kxd0RU6Zd6Zo1PDSQfxStJ0h5WimQXKadjyWBs99Rs7phLYrP7JIWP3LAkaktXH6IaBJXAAe6g8xQ_z2ClsCodVMrqsA7h/s1600-h/Vueltas+en+la+Feria.JPG"></a><div><br /><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><em>a foto é un agasallo de ma agasallou<br />la foto es un regalo de quien me la regaló</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#006600;">pedín un retrato de azul ao lonxe, nun anaquiño de ceu <em>escuro-negro-sen vida</em>. e aplicáchesme unha untura na nora que tí vías virar. cantar as corenta en radios, vinte en diámetros.<br />así de cor, dun disparo, engaioláchesme o <strong>verde </strong>enriba dun guindastre<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"> vermello</span></strong>.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>*****</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#006600;">pedí una fotografía de azul a lo lejos, en un trozo de cielo <em>oscuro-negro sin vida</em>. y me aplicaste una pomada en la noria que tú veías girar. cantar las cuarenta en radios, veinte en diámetros. así de color, de un disparo, enjaulaste el <strong>verde</strong> desde una grúa <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>roja</strong></span>.</span></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-67612588614720261382008-01-21T23:21:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:18:57.019+01:00a meta<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXcdgnSbxw7XC8ru9InWnZ_80VKHyWOu3A1I6L6qkBJNsbz2mEn51qcCHgJGeO2j5jcTC6irFLCO0niWhqFaPeHqsDQZM4I36YE2IN0QZW9qu2SxKN_H8ESZkDswuuUSIm0uy/s1600-h/recuncho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158083283435548450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXcdgnSbxw7XC8ru9InWnZ_80VKHyWOu3A1I6L6qkBJNsbz2mEn51qcCHgJGeO2j5jcTC6irFLCO0niWhqFaPeHqsDQZM4I36YE2IN0QZW9qu2SxKN_H8ESZkDswuuUSIm0uy/s320/recuncho.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWf8RqowvAkMRhC19m4h6RcG1Mvgzrk5Gcppaewb8wKmBRh3PD_z9OZL-q9PZJidTRvsen1EHsHA3-L81nPlsBLsL7Jy35yvoVjL85u1WDZR1huYneTK0azJZWXnTHAHZHHhyphenhyphen/s1600-h/recuncho.jpg"></a><span style="color:#006600;">non dou chegado. e a sensación é como a de estar no cuarto dun rato, nun curruncho escuro e húmido -pero seco-. bótame <strong>unha man</strong>.</span></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-30411219787625226602007-10-31T21:26:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:18:57.108+01:00a distancia<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEq_qkGq8HSBVnc-cJdRIry8rj9vkFz4WMpvXXHJ1FCQm2aQdsFMD2wlSykHgLtJlFt5WFtzdVImDKiKOOzJalvldgeFO-nkp9QEowH_jSpyyUj4dx_U9IQbq0z51iyAXS-bTw/s1600-h/ponte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127601078685466210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEq_qkGq8HSBVnc-cJdRIry8rj9vkFz4WMpvXXHJ1FCQm2aQdsFMD2wlSykHgLtJlFt5WFtzdVImDKiKOOzJalvldgeFO-nkp9QEowH_jSpyyUj4dx_U9IQbq0z51iyAXS-bTw/s320/ponte.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;">estás na cama do hotel. o hotel é tipo anos setenta, con lámpadas por todas partes. hai duas camas. na mesiña do medio hai unha radio-espertador que ten os números en verde. pon as <strong>5:51</strong>. á túa esquerda hai un sofá onde deixaches a roupa. na outra cama tes papeis e dous libros. pola ventá ves a cidade ao fondo e a zona dos hoteis, máis preto. ves os rótulos do four rouses, do marriott e do hilton. tamén ves como aterran os avións no aeroporto. as sabas son brancas e as mantas dunha cor indescriptible a esas horas da madrugada. o chan é de moqueta. tes unha cafeteira, unha prancha, unha caixa forte e unha televisión grande. escoitas os avións de fondo cando se aproximan.<br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">o resto é silencio</span><br /></div></strong>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-2168677511002067622007-06-20T13:59:00.000+02:002008-12-09T15:18:57.334+01:00choves<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvAHmai7BqfRHrdgF0kYCUXPrifCxD9ykHBY_4W2wnbFy_um-5eVYvRUE_3DaH4x07TvPop9zq41EJrDnHhFa3quXgxDAT8DYDp3p2uutWncHsxxe2HZOnc3w1gKkkZm_tOYvO/s1600-h/paraugas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078115118633625426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvAHmai7BqfRHrdgF0kYCUXPrifCxD9ykHBY_4W2wnbFy_um-5eVYvRUE_3DaH4x07TvPop9zq41EJrDnHhFa3quXgxDAT8DYDp3p2uutWncHsxxe2HZOnc3w1gKkkZm_tOYvO/s320/paraugas.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Cantas cousas se quedaron aí arriba, <strong>parapetadas ao revés</strong> -nunha chuvia de <strong>paraugas de helio</strong>- chovendo cara o ceo, nacendo de abaixo. Unha burbulla de gas, un pano de fondo de cristal líquido. Aí están, cabezas erguidas, pel delicada e disfraz de raposo. A ameaza do anzol de <strong>prata de 925</strong>. Todo extremadamente sensible, moi delicado. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Oes o mar como chove?</strong><br /></div></span>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-8229979203552675912007-05-16T11:25:00.000+02:002008-12-09T15:18:57.583+01:00cárcere<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27YoT6aQntLxf599qVH2i3LrrQ2sleQgxUQLrFwAapBg71fBTAzKiwwt7PtFNPokrOU4R5T2RPhcAH7LJBApbfUjqr3ssg1aloxjiRAd0dltgiJxpWPerW1dbu9z19SL9QzwV/s1600-h/xeo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065087595408171426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27YoT6aQntLxf599qVH2i3LrrQ2sleQgxUQLrFwAapBg71fBTAzKiwwt7PtFNPokrOU4R5T2RPhcAH7LJBApbfUjqr3ssg1aloxjiRAd0dltgiJxpWPerW1dbu9z19SL9QzwV/s320/xeo.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /><br />dame igual o<strong> silencio</strong> mentres saiba -e sei- que sigues <strong>morrendo de frío</strong>. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>a pesar da primavera</strong>.</span> </div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-79023966365886103142007-03-13T11:40:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:18:57.994+01:00sen palabras<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ1wJZvfehmJ0rNXumiq1CoZpOs5fVOovbaGp7qcVGskfnJeLEEqHtdbiAcXtUhbwOg5byxwsrlY1vMNYtG5SYP8ChmUZB9Af4zuNYs2x3v28828_hcTClDRtjOZ8XYIhn-c6o/s1600-h/paraules.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041357791942112946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ1wJZvfehmJ0rNXumiq1CoZpOs5fVOovbaGp7qcVGskfnJeLEEqHtdbiAcXtUhbwOg5byxwsrlY1vMNYtG5SYP8ChmUZB9Af4zuNYs2x3v28828_hcTClDRtjOZ8XYIhn-c6o/s320/paraules.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">chamáchesme para contarme que fai tempo que <strong>non me sentes</strong>, que as palabras que non quixen escoitar van xa por <strong>outro camiño</strong>. tamén a ti, de tan lonxe, te <strong>deixei de sentir</strong>. hai <strong>estradas</strong> de verbas nas que o <strong>asfalto </strong>non calla, cheas de <strong>foxos </strong>e silencios. e, aínda así, temos que pagar <strong>peaxe</strong>.</span><br /></span></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-22023333891524907092007-02-26T19:46:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:18:58.709+01:00segredo<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkTSL1LOa4Xt4-zfezac7BzZgV_DdHHY7MWeE-9nIn3nrDArMf7gtErRq9ozeuAVPsWcrpEO3AbedFA7SF6DZbw3fqlWTVfEsWP9BDM_6ZNvF3AuLRSynaL5bR0quX0o5BNGW/s1600-h/pluma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035924383794106434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkTSL1LOa4Xt4-zfezac7BzZgV_DdHHY7MWeE-9nIn3nrDArMf7gtErRq9ozeuAVPsWcrpEO3AbedFA7SF6DZbw3fqlWTVfEsWP9BDM_6ZNvF3AuLRSynaL5bR0quX0o5BNGW/s320/pluma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#006600;">poderías deixalo da miña man, agochado nesa caixa de metal que hai quen chama de biscoitos. pero non, sabes que algo tan fino, tan <strong>delicado</strong> só o podes gardar na illa do mundo, onde non se enche de po, ás escuras. e que non entre sequera unha <strong>nota musical</strong>.<br /></span><br /></div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745348.post-45723445155060276192007-02-01T21:36:00.000+01:002008-12-09T15:18:59.010+01:00cambio climático<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5fvN8XOabUUIJaerRNJ8YTX0tObLweQ88o3nfO4EIH0FHrjDunj8UiIsV2TxgUdCDyUwqRwB2rNRmBapfRAKpWFv-JBfSQFNSwgmWl-UztAw3bmPgpiDa7WuujhBLFvG1lC0/s1600-h/luz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026667621435986642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5fvN8XOabUUIJaerRNJ8YTX0tObLweQ88o3nfO4EIH0FHrjDunj8UiIsV2TxgUdCDyUwqRwB2rNRmBapfRAKpWFv-JBfSQFNSwgmWl-UztAw3bmPgpiDa7WuujhBLFvG1lC0/s320/luz.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">logo viñeron os outros. de sal e de azucre, de cara e de cruz. con danzas estranas que nunca antes viran os ollos inertes nin os cheos de vidas. <strong>alí</strong> el, ermo. ese si, baldío. <strong>aquí</strong> eu, atlas na man, estudando o mundo.<br /><br />preme a luz, vístete. ou non, agarda a <strong>que pase</strong>. espera a escuras <strong>cinco minutos</strong>.</span> </div>verdellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137362202936588112noreply@blogger.com