tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25381980391058594882012-01-05T16:42:59.440+01:00geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.comBlogger581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-71230115510453130162012-01-05T16:42:00.000+01:002012-01-05T16:42:59.447+01:00Tristeza<br />Bágoas<br />Dor<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4F-YYUyyM4/TwXEcFQrBiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BbznZialDmE/s1600/050120121013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4F-YYUyyM4/TwXEcFQrBiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BbznZialDmE/s320/050120121013.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-7123011551045313016?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-78457553280853760382011-12-29T08:38:00.000+01:002011-12-29T08:38:16.763+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_KoTLVpBaU/TvwYkePp4hI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yqvBr6WXo8k/s1600/27122011958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_KoTLVpBaU/TvwYkePp4hI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yqvBr6WXo8k/s320/27122011958.jpg" width="320" /></a>Lembraste<br />das candeas penduradas<br />nos tellados<br />de antano..?<br /><br />Lémbrome do carambelo<br />das pucharcas<br />con sabores inventados.<br />Lémbrome do frío<br />nos beizos<br />vermelloazulados.<br /><br />Lembraste de patinar<br />nese xeo vestido en gris marengo..?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-7845755328085376038?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-77912106746075445442011-12-10T10:46:00.000+01:002011-12-10T10:46:38.199+01:00Illado<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dayuedwFdxc/TuMpwGkPl3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/qb2oB0PgpDg/s1600/08122011824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="177" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dayuedwFdxc/TuMpwGkPl3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/qb2oB0PgpDg/s320/08122011824.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>nun mar de nubes<br /><br />un déjà vu<br />con outra mirada,<br />oteando ao lonxe<br />as outra vidas<br />que volven<br />unha e outra vez.....<br />para indicar<br />que todo se repite<br />ata o infinito....!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-7791210674607544544?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-47254606008849879892011-10-24T19:41:00.000+02:002011-10-24T19:41:18.525+02:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Amarelos.</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>marróns</i></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Shl6qWnmZHo/TqWgw2wmXcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8cgOKqSA7Mg/s1600/23102011508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Shl6qWnmZHo/TqWgw2wmXcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8cgOKqSA7Mg/s320/23102011508.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>vermellos</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>laranxas</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>pinta o outono</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>a súa sonata</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>de cores....</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>e o vento</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>da chaira</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>lévaas e trainas</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>As cores do outono</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>tocan acordes</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>para min...</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-4725460600884987989?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-63364523178946581162011-10-08T17:01:00.003+02:002011-10-08T17:13:27.493+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JQ_hrkUZzY/TpBoatlOcRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hS9-zyXBoa4/s1600/IMG_0315-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JQ_hrkUZzY/TpBoatlOcRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hS9-zyXBoa4/s320/IMG_0315-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661139539726332178" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i>E beberei nas </i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i>flores murchas</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i>deste outono</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i>que non chega.....</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i>e ulirei arumes</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i>de augas mansas</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i>que algún día</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i>serán escorrentías....</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-6336452317894658116?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-24771886140595919712011-10-07T17:34:00.003+02:002011-10-07T17:42:38.990+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUunkO7f66A/To8dt4xVwzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IAUxy1S_XEc/s1600/200420112995.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUunkO7f66A/To8dt4xVwzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IAUxy1S_XEc/s320/200420112995.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660775930798654258" /></a><br />O reloxio marca<div>o tempo</div><div>sen tempo..</div><div>parouse....</div><div>escondeuse...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>esvaironse</div><div>as cores</div><div>nun naufraxio</div><div>de bágoas amarelas.</div><div>O retrato</div><div>debuxouno</div><div>o tempo</div><div>sen tempo.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-2477188614059591971?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-41184381459179794872011-08-06T11:15:00.006+02:002011-08-26T12:48:45.036+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2y_SmTwJfk/Tj0H-3QUGCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vevp1Tqds-k/s1600/bomomo-3963.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span><span></span></span><span><span></span></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2y_SmTwJfk/Tj0H-3QUGCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vevp1Tqds-k/s320/bomomo-3963.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637671085103388706" /></a> <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7EYc4gJJfc/Tj0Hs1fxr-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/sKl81mBEA6M/s1600/dibujo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><span><span></span></span> <br />Pincelando nomes<div>pincelando verbas</div><div> <br /></div><div>neste meu silenzo</div><div> <br /></div><div>debuxando bolboretas</div><div>de soño</div><div> <br /></div><div>neste meu silenzo</div><div> <br /></div><div>creando versos</div><div>sen rima.....</div><div> <br /></div><div>tratando de imaxinar</div><div>o que non coñezo...</div><div> <br /></div><div>neste meu silenzo......</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-4118438145917979487?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-8899137340888925942011-05-16T18:23:00.003+02:002011-05-16T18:28:18.893+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNv00-NgurQ/TdFQco4dRyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_vDU2jlJBjg/s1600/circulos%2Bconcentricos%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNv00-NgurQ/TdFQco4dRyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_vDU2jlJBjg/s200/circulos%2Bconcentricos%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607351463993755426" /></a><br /><i><b>Ando en círculos concéntricos</b></i><div><div><i><b>e sempre </b></i></div><div><i><b>volvo</b></i></div><div><i><b>o punto de</b></i></div><div><i><b>de partida</b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div><i><b>.....Non hai saída.... </b></i></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-889913734088892594?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-36932604777756564052011-05-15T17:10:00.004+02:002011-05-15T17:18:10.642+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Tremendo de frío</span></i></b></p><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwoMv3vDySM/Tc_t0bzxiCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/O0zVGgWujLc/s200/IMG_0277.JPG" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606961546173450274" /><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">neste</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">maio</span> de luz...</span></i></b></p><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">A casa está a escuras,</span></i></b></p><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cerrei</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fiestras</span>..</span></i></b></p><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ninguén</span> debe saber</span></i></b></p><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">que <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">estou</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">agochada</span>,</span></i></b></p><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">fíreme</span> a luz..</span></i></b></p><p style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-3693260477775656405?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-6851697385604144332011-03-06T09:58:00.002+01:002011-03-06T10:06:12.167+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JDb1XhvOAH8/TXNObDk6bvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kquOvETDzvY/s1600/050320112495.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JDb1XhvOAH8/TXNObDk6bvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kquOvETDzvY/s320/050320112495.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580890589965741810" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>As pólas dos</i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>salgueiros</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>debuxan</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>botóns de algodón....</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-685169738560414433?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-9047952635485831472011-03-02T18:08:00.002+01:002011-03-02T18:13:11.345+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K24vgBLf7l0/TW56PybME0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/pc86So9sxKc/s1600/010820101504.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K24vgBLf7l0/TW56PybME0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/pc86So9sxKc/s320/010820101504.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579531400011060034" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(60, 60, 60); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "> <i><b>Así es mi vida, piedra, como tú. Como tú, piedra pequeña; como tú, piedra ligera; como tú, canto que ruedas por las calzadas y por las veredas; como tú, guijarro humilde de las carreteras; como tú, que en días de tormenta te hundes en el cieno de la tierra y luego centelleas bajo los cascos y bajo las ruedas; como tú, que no has servido para ser ni piedra de una lonja, ni piedra de una audiencia, ni piedra de un palacio, ni piedra de una iglesia; como tú, piedra aventurera; (León Felipe)</b></i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(60, 60, 60); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(60, 60, 60); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(60, 60, 60); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(60, 60, 60); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "><i><b>Hoxe, síntome..pedra</b></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-904795263548583147?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-44429336179757149772011-02-10T18:13:00.002+01:002011-02-10T18:20:38.434+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnVh3Tm-YEk/TVQeOTJ-3kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pqn7w369qUY/s1600/210120112266.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnVh3Tm-YEk/TVQeOTJ-3kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pqn7w369qUY/s320/210120112266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572111869973290562" /></a><br />Busquei aí.....<div>intentando</div><div>escapar da realidade,</div><div>busquei aí.....</div><div>no mundo virtual</div><div>e o virtual </div><div>tornouse real,</div><div>real a soedade</div><div>a tristura</div><div>as bágoas...</div><div>Onde vou?</div><div>camiño sen rumbo</div><div>non sei</div><div>se de verdade</div><div>EXISTO!!!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-4442933617975714977?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-16005211197801736672011-02-09T16:58:00.002+01:002011-02-09T16:59:48.418+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/TVK54dofYaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2nDBeFxukys/s1600/23052009040.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/TVK54dofYaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2nDBeFxukys/s320/23052009040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571720068688994722" /></a><br /><br />Ai..!!! meu amor<br />quen che dixo a ti,<br />que a flor do toxo,<br />chamase "alecrín"?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-1600521119780173667?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-79274421713262106682011-01-23T10:21:00.004+01:002011-01-23T10:36:44.739+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/TTv2AsGITQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VBi67m2w0lA/s1600/021220102128.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/TTv2AsGITQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VBi67m2w0lA/s320/021220102128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565312256243682562" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cuspe,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >bágoa,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >medo,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >frío</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >silenzo,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >frío outra vez,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >os ósos tiritando de</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >frío....</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >as mans xélidas de </span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >frío...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >esperando...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >polo sol da invernía,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >esperando...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >que quente...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >un pouquiño</span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-7927442171326210668?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-69322020077848864402011-01-22T12:31:00.002+01:002011-01-22T12:39:14.722+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/TTrBzOtkuRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OEzGf0QEWN4/s1600/311220102199.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/TTrBzOtkuRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OEzGf0QEWN4/s320/311220102199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564973375436405010" /></a><br /><i>Os días eternos....</i><div><i>escaparme,</i></div><div><i>fuxir,</i></div><div><i>esconderme....</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>As luces son sombras....</i></div><div><i>eu perdín a miña,</i></div><div><i>fai tempo,</i></div><div><i>agora, todos me ven...</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Necesito atopala</i></div><div><i>Necesito ser sombra.....</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-6932202007784886440?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-36614737303912470082010-12-02T16:14:00.003+01:002010-12-02T16:31:37.717+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/TPe7z4FvGGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Wc3x_Kdt38E/s1600/021220102120.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/TPe7z4FvGGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Wc3x_Kdt38E/s320/021220102120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546107966034221154" /></a><br /><br /><div>Os cristais eswarovski,</div><div>da neve</div><div>pintan de branco</div><div>a paisaxe impoluta.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A neve </div><div>cubre de algodón </div><div>as polas núas</div><div>da figueira aterida</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-3661473730391247008?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-33704175227574066232010-11-27T09:11:00.005+01:002010-11-28T18:51:56.951+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/TPC_KDrr2LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hPNzkc7NRJk/s1600/131020101848.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/TPC_KDrr2LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hPNzkc7NRJk/s320/131020101848.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544141320801212594" /></a><br />O vento leva as follas<div>do carballo aterido de friaxe</div><div><br /></div><div>follas pintadas de cores</div><div>outonais......</div><div><br /></div><div>viaxando entra bretemas</div><div>que tapan a paisaxe........</div><div><br /></div><div>O vento zoa.....</div><div>por entre as tellas,</div><div>foxe o silenzo..........</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-3370417522757406623?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-76724368273433178812010-03-23T20:09:00.003+01:002010-03-23T20:17:45.618+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/S6kTgjc2IYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pawGzgJb90A/s1600-h/22032010677.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/S6kTgjc2IYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pawGzgJb90A/s320/22032010677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451910273901666690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Xa chegou a primavera...sabes Tula?...andiven mirando e atopei unhas flores preciosas,son para ti, Tula.Cando cheguei..pensei en por unha, acá, no meu recuncho particular....... ti non estas..e o Pancho ollábame tristeiro.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Non fun capaz de miralo...porque él sabe e non pode falar.....Que che fixeron???????</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-7672436827343317881?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-78795577958196643652010-03-19T10:24:00.002+01:002010-03-19T10:31:08.549+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/S6NEB6I_NnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Y2q2Cd0g0MA/s1600-h/01062009064.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/S6NEB6I_NnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Y2q2Cd0g0MA/s320/01062009064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450274773625943666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Estou esperando..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">desesperada</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Estou ollando</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">sen ver</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Estou berrando</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">sen verbas xa....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Coas miñas bágoas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">farei un río</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">de auga doce</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">e ti virás bañarte</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">cada día....</span><br /><br />Tula ven!!!!!!!!!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-7879557795819664365?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-24702459620024210052009-12-29T07:58:00.003+01:002010-11-27T09:27:38.296+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SzmrPF0uT9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/FPsc4wVrRwU/s1600-h/10102009236.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SzmrPF0uT9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/FPsc4wVrRwU/s320/10102009236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420551902266806226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;">Esquecéronseme</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;">as verbas....</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;">fico muda dende<br /><br />hai tempo....<br /><br />só teño un mar<br />de bágoas infinito..dende<br />hai tempo....<br /><br />afóganme...esnaquízanme<br />..dende hai tempo...<br /><br /> A miña verba só é bágoa.....</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-2470245962002421005?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-73167067389462892912009-08-04T09:16:00.002+02:002009-08-04T09:29:42.273+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SnfjV3NFgXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zpupHoYyaZw/s1600-h/12072009140.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SnfjV3NFgXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zpupHoYyaZw/s320/12072009140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366007445770830194" border="0" /></a><br />medo os meus medos....<br />medo a pensar...<br />medo a escribir...<br />medo a falar.....<br /><br />medo a vivir...<br />medo a soñar.....<br />medo a cada día...<br />medo a cada noite..<br /><br />medo o Medo.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-7316706738946289291?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-82818218904085128552009-05-23T09:45:00.002+02:002009-05-23T10:24:58.524+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SheypEF7_7I/AAAAAAAAAII/DmEEMo7VnAY/s1600-h/23052009009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SheypEF7_7I/AAAAAAAAAII/DmEEMo7VnAY/s320/23052009009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338932301814038450" border="0" /></a><br />A lingua....a miña lingua<br />a lingua dos avos..<br />que xa non estan...<br /><br />A lingua na que aprendin<br />a dicir nai..pai..quérote<br />bolboreta...paspallas..<br /><br />A miña lingua desprestixiada<br />A miña lingua ultraxada.<br /><br />No nome dos que non están<br />loitarei sen descanso<br />ata que os meus<br />folgos.....mo<br />permitan.....polos meus avos...por todolos antergos..que gardaron e coidaron o millor tesouro...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-8281821890408512855?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-90756948112190012622009-02-05T03:26:00.002+01:002009-02-05T03:49:22.725+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SYpTjWEIFSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xF0oX09joA4/s1600-h/29112008208.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SYpTjWEIFSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xF0oX09joA4/s320/29112008208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299139778238223650" border="0" /></a><br />Non podo durmir.....a noite faise longa, moi longa...<br />... miles de buitres callados van escondiendo sus alas....<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">os ollos estan cansados..pero non son quen de cerrarse</span></span><br />Teño medo cada día a chegada da noite.....<br />Teño medo a que xa non poida durmir máis...<br />Teño medo os meus eternos ..medos..<br />Teño medo desta eterna soedade...que me acompaña<br />noite e día...<br />Eu falo..eu contesto ...<br />Non hai ninguen....pregunto...<br /><br /><br />Jour après jour les jours..s,en vont.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-9075694811219001262?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-67048091424418809512009-01-24T16:32:00.004+01:002009-01-24T16:46:39.023+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SXs3xG0sJhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uRCsIjsLNkw/s1600-h/550970rosa-azul.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SXs3xG0sJhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uRCsIjsLNkw/s320/550970rosa-azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294887103688877586" border="0" /></a><br />Xa non estás....fúcheste quedamente...en silenzo...aqui todos os que te querian verran polas esquinas rotos dunha dor incontrolable....tiveches unha vida larga..pero a eles paréclles tan curta ....enchias todo, co teu sorriso, co azul da túa mirada...e eles,..agora.. os teus....non se afán ,buscan o teu azul en todolos recunchos...pero aínda non sen quen de atopalo...eu véxeto neles, son tantos e en cada un deixaches a tua pegada...por iso eu sei que non te fuches de todo estas latexando en todos os que te queren.....e son tantos.....!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-6704809142441880951?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-54681521370090642132008-12-27T04:47:00.003+01:002008-12-27T04:58:00.890+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SVWnSGfSYEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SDkZ1gMxWPw/s1600-h/20081225.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SVWnSGfSYEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SDkZ1gMxWPw/s320/20081225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284313667210469442" border="0" /></a><br /><br />siluetas de papel.<br />pedaleando..<br />caricaturas,xiran<br />feitas a presa<br />con lapis 2B.......<br /><br />.xiran..- xiran<br />movense,<br />pasean,<br />rin,<br />falan,<br />miranse,<a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&quot;ubtn-disabled&quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"><div class="cssButtonOuter"><div class="cssButtonMiddle"><div class="cssButtonInner"><br /></div></div></div></a><br />escoitanse....<br /><br />siluetas de papel.....necesitanse.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-5468152137009064213?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-73341860415810262212008-12-20T20:15:00.003+01:002008-12-20T20:35:05.970+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SU1IvGFtqXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YK8Yvlaue20/s1600-h/12102008151.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SU1IvGFtqXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YK8Yvlaue20/s320/12102008151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281957911901088114" border="0" /></a><br />A pintora esboza o que pode ser o seu último cadro......quere enchelo todo él dunla luz,da que ela carece,escápaselle das mans...esa luz que ela precisa para pintar vaina deixar inpresa na sua obra<br />branco sobre branco......siluetas desdibuxadas......amandose...un amor q xa non pode ser, q xa hai tempo...q o frio das palabras quedas,absorvéronnos.....non teñen que decirse.. perderon a luz...nunha noite sen lúa...nunha noite escura.....buscáronse e non se atoparon...seguían xuntos polo costume ou quizás porque tiña medo non atopar as sabas quentes.cando o seu corpo tiña o frío do inverno.........<br /><br />Tristeza de amor......un xogo cruel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-7334186041581026221?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-73001481326301853452008-12-10T16:44:00.005+01:002008-12-10T16:58:57.484+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/ST_mgbXMmbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/w7BrRz3YBg0/s1600-h/que+bolso.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/ST_mgbXMmbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/w7BrRz3YBg0/s320/que+bolso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278190733076765106" border="0" /></a><br />A nena,hoxe está leda ,leva unha cinta no pelo,a súa nai púxolla para sacar a foto,peinouna con moito aquel.....e tamen lle colocou o bolsiño branco que lle trouxeran as tías de Suíza cando viñeran polo Nadal....<br />A nena saca un sorriso e mira para camara..díxolle a súa nai que esa foto ianlla mandar a seu pai...que está lonxe mais alo do mar......<br />O que non sabe a nena aínda e que...... os seus olliños nunca coñecerán o seu pai.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-7300148132630185345?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-83266153824010830112008-12-07T09:17:00.002+01:002008-12-07T09:29:08.117+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/STuI-WCq9cI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RUk7GYXtsUo/s1600-h/29112008219.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/STuI-WCq9cI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RUk7GYXtsUo/s320/29112008219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276961993044719042" border="0" /></a><br />De moitas cores<br />as flores<br />góstanme...<br />de papel,de plastico<br />debuxos de flores...<br />soños de flores<br />flores virtuais,flores reais<br />esbozos de flores<br />flores para amar ....<br />flores para regalar<br />os meus ollos cubertos de<br />flores...<br />o meu corpo<br />de flores cuberto<br />............................<br />flores que non son capaz de ulir<br />flores en blanco e negro<br />algun dia ....a mais sinxela<br />de todas deixarame o seu<br />arume......<br />algun dia serei capaz de ulir.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-8326615382401083011?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-12885367363792390872008-11-10T06:34:00.004+01:002008-11-10T06:55:21.984+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SRfLjtPzSLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5SVWdyafjF0/s1600-h/12102008153.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SRfLjtPzSLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5SVWdyafjF0/s320/12102008153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266902103534815410" border="0" /></a><br />Son eternamente imprecisa<br />erro tras erro.......<br />a cabeza chea de soños incumplidos<br />bolboretas de seda<br />non q1ueren sair<br />do seu niño de aceiro...<br /><br />son eternamente pesimista<br />día tras día......<br />o pensamento cheo de ideas preconcebidas<br />bolboretas de frío<br />chegadas do eterno<br />pesadelo da vida......<br /><br />son eu asi....neste existencialismo<br />son eu asi....neste eterno vacío<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-1288536736379239087?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-76262305321822902242008-09-21T07:45:00.003+02:002008-09-21T07:58:43.398+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SNXihoigmWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D_lfpSTwVgo/s1600-h/27082008119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SNXihoigmWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D_lfpSTwVgo/s320/27082008119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248350008215902562" border="0" /></a><br />O paso do tempo<br />refléxase na súa ..cara<br /><br /> Triste mirada..tristeza calada<br /><br />Enrugas como sucos<br />feitos co arado<br />na terra morna.....<br />debuxan a súa cara<br /><br /> De triste mirada..tristeza calada<br /><br />O dedo treme sobre<br />o frio teclado<br />as verbas non dan<br />saído.....<br /><br />....Hai tempo que as verbas estan agochadas<br />....De triste mirada....triste ...calada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-7626230532182290224?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-67158537994309350232008-07-25T05:45:00.004+02:002008-07-25T06:06:37.840+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SIlRNbHa54I/AAAAAAAAAFE/M_Q2KQgvoPU/s1600-h/estrella_deseo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SIlRNbHa54I/AAAAAAAAAFE/M_Q2KQgvoPU/s320/estrella_deseo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226798133599201154" border="0" /></a><br />Quixera escribir<br />palabras fermosas<br />palabras que expresen<br />o que sinto as veces...<br /><br />quixera debuxar no aire<br />debuxos de mil e unha cores..<br /><br />quixera perderme<br />na nebulosa dos sentidos...<br /><br />quixera poder<br />viaxar a traves do<br />tempo...<br /><br />quixera poder sentir<br />ver, ulir,ouvir..ser<br /><br />quixera poder decir....<br />sintome viva....<br />....pero non son capaz.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-6715853799430935023?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-13564005743204840952008-07-04T16:19:00.005+02:002008-07-04T16:40:55.944+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SG407mh0V3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ycHeHq9kErA/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SG407mh0V3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ycHeHq9kErA/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219167216728299378" border="0" /></a><br /></div><pre>Tú no puedes volver atrás,<br />porque la vida ya te empuja,<br />como un aullido interminable, interminable.<br />Te sentirás acorralada,<br />te sentirás perdida y sola,<br />tal vez querrás no haber nacido, no haber nacido.<br /><br />Pero tú siempre acuerdate<br />de lo que un día yo escribí<br />pensando en ti, pensando en ti<br />como ahora pienso.<br /><br />La vida es bella ya verás<br />como a pesar de los pesares<br />tendrás amigos, tendrás amor, tendrás amigos.<br /><br />Un hombre solo, una mujer,<br />así tomados, de uno en uno<br />son como polvo, no son nada, no son nada.<br /><br />Entonces siempre acuérdate<br />de lo que un día yo escribí....<br /><br />Nunca te entregues ni te apartes,<br />junto al camino, nunca digas:<br />no puedo más y aquí me quedo, y aquí me quedo.<br /><br />Otros esperan que resistas,<br />que les ayude tu alegría,<br />que les ayude tu canción, entre sus canciones.<br /><br />Entonces siempre acuérdate...<br /><br />La vida es bella, ya verás...<br /><br />No sé decirte nada más<br />pero tú debes comprender<br />que yo aún estoy en el camino, en el camino.<br /><br />Pero tú siempre acuérdate<br />(palabras para Julia..Paco Ibañez)<br /><br />bellisima cancion de Paco Ibañez,<br />hoxe que odio as palabras,....<br />esas que as veces che din, sen saber<br />sen darse conta do dano,que che fan<br />..palabras crueis que feren como dardos envenenados e que ti non<br />tes nada con que paralas, que te destrozan por dentro<br />....que te desfan en anaquiños....<br />Hoxe...simplemente...<br />.necesito escoitar.....Palabras para Julia...<br />.para poder seguir crendo...na NADA<br /><br /><br /></pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-1356400574320484095?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-60901732669854927302008-06-25T12:53:00.003+02:002008-06-25T13:20:44.646+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SGIp7pkbrhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uuDcjEl47O4/s1600-h/ventana+da+coci%C3%B1a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SGIp7pkbrhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uuDcjEl47O4/s320/ventana+da+coci%C3%B1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215777423196139026" border="0" /></a><br />Ollo as veces a quietude do solpor<br />e sinto a quietude na miña alma...<br />sinto a chegada da calma...<br />cerca do meu corazon<br /><br />Pero as veces, a quietude desaparece<br />...e enton...ruxe un furacán<br />de angurias e de medo<br />ensombréceseme o espíritu<br />tórnane a melancolía<br />...Semello unha árbore sen follas<br />...Semello un paxaro sen niño<br /><br />Logo chega a noite coas estrelas<br />e volve a min a ledicia<br />abro a ventana da cociña<br />e soño....e penso noutros días<br /><br />Na escuridade podo<br />sumerxirme enteira...<br />ser eu, de verdade<br />eu mesma...sen complexos<br /><br />....quero vivir coa noite estrelada....<br />....quero sentir sempre esa quietude por min anhelada......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-6090173266985492730?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-34876519465630785212008-06-15T04:56:00.002+02:002008-06-15T05:10:29.524+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SFSH8getwTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/McfN-NzbAxE/s1600-h/100_7065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SFSH8getwTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/McfN-NzbAxE/s320/100_7065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211940142355169586" border="0" /></a><br />Estou perdida no<br />laberinto..<br />e non atopo<br />o fio de Ariadna<br /><br />Un enorme minotauro<br />persígueme<br />abáfame<br />faime ver imaxes distorsionadas<br /><br />Tal vez so sexan as neuronas<br />que non dan interaccionado,<br />non teñen impulsos electricos<br />suficientes......<br />para crear estados<br />de tranquilidade....<br /><br />so sei que cada vez me aislo mais...<br /><br />as arbores non me deixan ver o bosque.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-3487651946563078521?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-91455654331709102602008-06-06T05:59:00.003+02:002008-06-06T06:10:50.739+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SEi4wfGNYbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ki_pHOxYMSQ/s1600-h/suenos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SEi4wfGNYbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ki_pHOxYMSQ/s320/suenos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208616112174752178" border="0" /></a><br />Eu por soñar<br />soñaba,<br />a facer<br />pompas de xabón<br />azuis,brancas,amarelas<br />que subían<br />que baixaban<br />que voaban...<br />pompas de cores<br />etéreas<br />delicadas..<br />e mireime<br />nelas<br />e vin....<br />ali reflexada<br />a miña cara enrugada.....<br /><br />e espertei.....<br /><br />eu non podo xogar con pompas de xabon....<br />¡ eu non quero verme en espellos de cristal.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-9145565433170910260?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-53441823014666774692008-05-31T11:06:00.003+02:002008-05-31T11:15:41.020+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SEEXKIk5ZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4lPVRkfLLkY/s1600-h/cantigas+de+amigo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SEEXKIk5ZOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4lPVRkfLLkY/s320/cantigas+de+amigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206468107085374690" border="0" /></a><br />No niño novo do vento<br />hai unha pomba dourada,<br />meu amigo!<br />Quén poidera namorala!<br /><br />Canta ao luar e ao mencer<br />en frauta de verde olivo.<br />Quén poidera namorala,<br />meu amigo!<br /><br />Ten áers de frol recente,<br />cousas de recén casada,<br />meu amigo!<br />Quén poidera namorala!<br /><br />Tamén ten sombra de sombra<br />e andar primeiro de río.<br />quén poidera namorala,<br />meu amigo!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">CUNQUEIRO, Álvaro, <span style="font-style: italic;">Cantiga nova que se chama Riveira</span>, en <span style="font-style: italic;">Obra en galego completa</span>, Vigo, Ed. Galaxia, 1980.<br /><br />Nos ultimos días na miña cabeza hai un bulebule...e ando todo o día a recordar cantigas de amigo de amor...deume por baixar esta mais moderna que canta Luis Emilio Batallan e que eu escoitaba fai moito tempo...xunto co meu namorado e ....que me encanta<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-5344182301466677469?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-31595844424341338562008-05-20T03:58:00.004+02:002008-05-20T04:22:34.206+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SDI12vvPQ2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/TWcMQujftPY/s1600-h/true.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SDI12vvPQ2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/TWcMQujftPY/s320/true.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202279734210151266" border="0" /></a><br />O meu heroe da infancia foi ,sen dúbida, "O capitan Trueno"..iamos a Xinzo o meu avo e mais eu na<br />moto a comprar...antes de voltar para a casa eu pasaba por "unha libreria" que había na calle de San Roque era "un totum revolutum" porque alí habia de todo..pero para min era.. un lugar máxico...cheo de revistas e comics do.. Jabato e o Capitan Trueno..Compraba todos os que me deixaba o meu avó e viña tan feliz co meu tesouro para a casa que aínda agora temblo ó lembrarme<br /> O chegar metíame na habitacion e o tempo detiñase podia estar con Goliat, Sigrid e o Capitan percorrendo o mundo na busqueda de mil e unha aventuras......tempo e tempo...lin todolos comics que chegaban as miñas mans ...sen cansarme.....quen poidera volver atrás<br />............Pero la vida ya te empuja<br /> Como un aullido interminable<br /> ¡interminable!<br />..........Tendrás amigos..<br /> tendrás amor,<br /> pero tú siempre<br /> acuérdate...<br /> ....... de lo que un día<br /> yo escribí.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-3159584442434133856?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-22546010725132881052008-05-15T05:04:00.004+02:002008-05-15T05:33:52.401+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SCuu-fvPQ1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UnWjg99Y3go/s1600-h/Rosalia2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SCuu-fvPQ1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UnWjg99Y3go/s320/Rosalia2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200442583424123730" border="0" /></a><br />Isto e para ti Rosalia<br /><br />-Por ser muller.....<br />-Por filla de nai solteira....<br />-Por precursora<br />-Por acabar ca escuridade...alguns ainda viven nela<br />-Polo teu compromiso.....castellanos de castilla tratade ven os galegos......<br /> ...este vaise, aquel vaise ,e todos todos se van<br /> ..Galicia sen homes quedas, que te poidan traballar<br />-Polo teu existencialismo....En todo estás e ti es todo...pra min e en min mesma moras<br /> ....nin me abandonas nunca..sombra que sempre me asombras<br />-Polos que te lemos<br />-Polos que non te len<br />-Polos puristas que renegan de ti...<br />-Polos que temos un cravo cravado no corazón<br />-Por ser churimiqueira...eu tamén o son....<br />-Por que me peta e quero<br />e dame a gana<br />porque me sae da dentro<br />dunha tristura aceda<br />que me embarga<br /><br />....Porque queiran ou non....moitas levamos unha Rosalia no corazon......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-2254601072513288105?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-86545878237756495862008-05-15T04:47:00.001+02:002008-05-15T04:47:35.263+02:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-8654587823775649586?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-13997838228070403312008-05-13T06:02:00.002+02:002008-05-13T06:29:06.579+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SCkY4lcfugI/AAAAAAAAAEE/j0H5zxOkm1c/s1600-h/pancho+e+tula.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SCkY4lcfugI/AAAAAAAAAEE/j0H5zxOkm1c/s320/pancho+e+tula.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199714605179320834" border="0" /></a><br />O Pancho tiña un ollar tristeiro, eu chegaba a casa e non saía a esperarme, acongoxabame velo así, sen forzas...o andar coxeaba....parecía un velliño...eu non podía mirar para él porque me cortaba a vida...entraba correndo e pechaba a porta para non ver o seu sofrimento..<br /> Fai uns días levamolo o veterinario e estivo ingresado...tiña moita febre....<br /> Agora xa esta de volta e ainda que non e o de antes....xa ven onda min a sobarme..xa se pega a Tula ...xa come ..xa esta millor.....<br />....O Pancho e a Tula son os nosos cans...... viñeron de lonxe ..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-1399783822807040331?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-80521071694755943962008-05-06T06:14:00.003+02:002008-05-06T06:28:00.363+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SB_eO2YkAAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UrwuvtIoITc/s1600-h/el+grito.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SB_eO2YkAAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UrwuvtIoITc/s320/el+grito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197116841706913794" border="0" /></a><br />custame escribir<br />ultimamente..<br />teño un desacougo<br />que me rompe,<br />corroeme<br />destrózame,<br />desfaime en cachiños....<br />abulia,deseesperacion...<br />....a nada...<br />sintome vacia<br />sen ilusións,<br />sen vida.....<br />ando cal pantasma<br />que non sabe<br />...si é ou non é...<br />aí esta o dilema....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-8052107169475594396?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-45118938958155692122008-04-25T06:13:00.003+02:002008-04-25T06:30:31.694+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SBFeW2Yj__I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xRiNxHgw4SU/s1600-h/salgueiros.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SBFeW2Yj__I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xRiNxHgw4SU/s320/salgueiros.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193035591983562738" border="0" /></a><br />Onte fixen unha viaxe a un lugar marabilloso, a aldea de Salgueiros, na Baixa Limia-Serra do xurés, unha aldea abandonada que a xunta está a restaurar para convertila nunha aula da natureza.<br /> Quedei impresionada ante tanta beleza...un rio de augas cristalinas abrenos a porta e danos a benvida..logo estan as casas,unhas a carón das outras,testemuñas mudas dun tempo xa pasado, ergueitas ainda...nótanse que foron feitas por homes sabios que coñecían a linguaxe das pedras..meteste entre elas , cerras os ollos e escoitas mil e unha lendas ....parece que os antigos moradores aínda están aí....porque ti non sabes como puideron deixar un recuncho tan apacible, tan<br />fermoso.....a auga baixa por mil e un regatos...fontes pechadas con arcos de pedra nas que se ve nacer a auga...plantas que nunca vin...e sobre todo o silenzo..... o meu silenzo tamen estaba ali........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-4511893895815569212?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-35541492856192985272008-04-24T05:19:00.003+02:002008-04-24T05:40:39.819+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SBABKWYj_-I/AAAAAAAAADs/gGZxUzj9AzE/s1600-h/flordexesta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SBABKWYj_-I/AAAAAAAAADs/gGZxUzj9AzE/s320/flordexesta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192651647677104098" border="0" /></a><br />arumes de flores<br />enchen o aire.....o<br />as xestas blancas<br />bordan montañas<br />e vales....<br />lirios,carpazas,<br />uces coa súa<br />cor púrpura<br />poñen nota de<br />cor o lonxe....<br />...hoxe fun capaz de ulir....<br />...o aire esta cheo de arumes.....<br />...arrecende á primavera...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-3554149285619298527?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-13634789502988027342008-04-16T05:54:00.003+02:002008-04-16T06:14:25.728+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SAV9CM-xNeI/AAAAAAAAADk/WkpbmxKGq_4/s1600-h/a+nena.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/SAV9CM-xNeI/AAAAAAAAADk/WkpbmxKGq_4/s320/a+nena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189691622412072418" border="0" /></a><br />A nena, o avó e a nai ian a pe a feira de Xinzo, era alá polo mes de xuño, os tres baixaban polo camiño da ponte...A nena ía contenta co seu vestido novo e os zapatos de charol, collida da man da súa nai...na outra levaba unha cestiña que lle trouxeran as súas tías de Alemaña o verán pasado..<br /> O chegar a altura do Telleiro, estaba na porta do muíño o tío Delfin..o avó parouse a falar con él<br />a nena seguía collida da nai.<br /> _ E,logo ,di o tio Delfin, ¿ ides a feira vender a rapaza?...<br /> _Imos ,di o avo.....<br /><br />A nena quedou calada ..so tiña cinco anos. O chegar cerca da Parediña a nena parou un intre e dixolle a nai.<br /> _Mamá..¡... se me vendedes, vendeime a un home rico.!...<br />.....A nena so tiña cinco anos.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-1363478950298802734?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-56670107547673397292008-04-07T17:04:00.004+02:002010-11-27T09:31:40.315+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R_o71PMcH2I/AAAAAAAAADc/HDfMi1_ISuI/s1600-h/Carballo_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R_o71PMcH2I/AAAAAAAAADc/HDfMi1_ISuI/s320/Carballo_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186523706668359522" border="0" /></a><br />Estabas aí<br />as túas polas<br />tocando o infinito...<br />xuntando ceo e terra<br />dunha soa vez<br /><br />..sempre estiveches aí...!!!<br />o longo dos tempos<br />fuches testemuña queda<br />de mil e unha historias<br />de amor e desamor,<br />de primaveras e de invernos<br />..de farturas e de fames......<br /><br />...Ti sempre estiveches aí.......!!!<br /><br />Eras, unha arbore sabia<br />coa sabiduria que da<br />o estar anos ollando<br />a lonxitude da paisaxe<br />sen falar...sen sorrir<br />simplemente estando<br /><br />.Agora xa non estas...!!!<br />os tempos chegaron para ti<br />....e para NOS.....<br /><br />Tumbáronte cun canto de cisne<br />que non foron capaces de ouvir<br /><br />ESTABAN XORDOS<br /><br />Caiches lentamente<br />sen unha protesta<br />sen un lamento....<br /><br />...Agora xa non podemos tocar o infinito.......!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-5667010754767339729?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-11869319338041159112008-04-04T02:56:00.003+02:002008-04-04T03:36:25.505+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R_WF4fMcH0I/AAAAAAAAADM/bL8koenRWnc/s1600-h/100_6800.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R_WF4fMcH0I/AAAAAAAAADM/bL8koenRWnc/s320/100_6800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185197751479836482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Non chores por haber perdido o sol,..pois as lagrimas non te deixaran ver as estrelas......isto dicia R. Tagore, xa fai unhas cantas lúas...As veces obsesionámonos con aquilo que non temos e xa non podemos ser felices...esa obsesión dominanos totalmente e non nos permite vivir.....<br />Di tamen outra persoa sabia que para ser feliz debemos sonreir,non ter rencor nen envidia....e algo moi complexo a felicidade...iso de sentirnos ben con nos mesmos...Penso que a felicidade dura un instante, un momentiño, .....e cando chega todo se deten, non hai espacionen tempo....temos que saborear ese momento e disfrutalo e...... non pedir nada mais......<br />.............¡ custa tanto atopar ese instante!......<br /><br />E o tempo detivose<br />un instante...<br />todo era luz<br />todo era calma......<br />mesmo as pombas<br />detiveron<br />o seu voo...<br />....¿ acaso isto e a felicidade......?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-1186931933804115911?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-83108874997419764952008-03-26T21:53:00.003+01:002008-03-26T22:07:02.234+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R-q6xfMcHyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BdmhqCsgVs4/s1600-h/24-03-07_1746%281%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R-q6xfMcHyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BdmhqCsgVs4/s320/24-03-07_1746%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182159680593207074" border="0" /></a><br />O meu mundo<br />e o silenzo,<br />a miña vida<br />silenzo é´..<br />navego<br />todo o tempo<br />nun mar de silenzo...<br />quietude,paz<br />todo isto<br />é silenzo.....<br />¡...cantas verbas<br />atrapadas neste<br />meu silenzo...!<br /><br />¡..cantas sensacions<br />atrapadas neste<br />meu silenzo....!<br /><br />¡....gustame escoitar o silenzo....!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-8310887499741976495?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-34460225891954868782008-03-23T05:17:00.003+01:002008-03-23T05:37:46.093+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R-XegvMcHxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VBMr8eyQ2Gg/s1600-h/Afotus+07+marzu+039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R-XegvMcHxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VBMr8eyQ2Gg/s320/Afotus+07+marzu+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180791600365444882" border="0" /></a><br />Vou e veño<br />veño e vou<br />..non acougo..<br />ando por camiños<br />nos que non<br />se albisca o final...<br />O meu longo camiño<br />non sei<br />onde me levará...<br />so sei<br />que pronto<br />terei que parar...<br /><br />...A miña alma<br />necesita descansar....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-3446022589195486878?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-60957040097715346122008-03-18T04:39:00.002+01:002008-03-18T04:51:19.993+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R987_Ndk4AI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZCXIZprxPWQ/s1600-h/Scan10002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R987_Ndk4AI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZCXIZprxPWQ/s320/Scan10002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178924053630869506" border="0" /></a><br />Non deixarei que ninguen<br />me faga dano.....<br />Non deixarei que ningunha<br />verba,ningunha ollada<br />ningun recordo me faga dano....<br />Levo andado un longo camiño<br />cheo de pesadelos e<br />de angurias....<br />xa chegou o momento<br />de facer unha parada<br />ainda que me custe.....<br />...isto e para ti,meu pai....<br />...a quen non coñecin....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-6095704009771534612?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-27843994288964873192008-03-12T06:09:00.003+01:002008-03-12T06:36:57.943+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R9dr2ddk3_I/AAAAAAAAACk/OGkAArQWPCc/s1600-h/15092007033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R9dr2ddk3_I/AAAAAAAAACk/OGkAArQWPCc/s320/15092007033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176724880051462130" border="0" /></a><br />Vivo nun mundo<br />de soños<br />alonxada da realidade<br />nun mar de memoria<br />asulagada<br />polo que pudo ser...<br />...e non foi...<br />Vivo chea de pesadelos<br />e inquedanzas<br />alonxada do mundo<br />e da esperanza<br />A ansiedade<br />atrápame,corroeme<br />sácame o sono<br />....non me deixa<br />respirar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-2784399428896487319?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-11634952992187782712008-03-07T06:38:00.002+01:002008-03-07T06:54:50.293+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R9DYlmHHvwI/AAAAAAAAACY/vXFM4OyRPWU/s1600-h/Imagen+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R9DYlmHHvwI/AAAAAAAAACY/vXFM4OyRPWU/s320/Imagen+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174874112245874434" border="0" /></a><br />ollo a traves<br />da fiestra aberta<br />na parede de pedra<br />buscando a mirada<br />da xente<br />que non coñezo.......<br /><br />ollo a traves da pedra<br />mesma<br />tratando<br />de entender<br />verbas que non entendo,<br />eu que coñezo<br />o valor da palabra.....<br /><br />ollo a traves da auga<br />que bate na pedra<br />pero o seu runrun<br />......non me deixa<br />oir o silenzo.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-1163495299218778271?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-41806313949358684322008-03-05T06:46:00.000+01:002008-03-05T07:17:44.888+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R846_GHHvuI/AAAAAAAAACI/hs9Jogi1y40/s1600-h/thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R846_GHHvuI/AAAAAAAAACI/hs9Jogi1y40/s320/thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174137877541928674" border="0" /></a><br />Sigo con este libro marabilloso, co seu prólogo, porque me supon unha volta a miña nenez......<br />......Trae o cuco unha nova primavera co seu canto tenue do atardecer. As tímidas rolas namoradas, que agardan para a crianza polas follas dos salgueiros de canas brandas......<br />O camiñar demorado do carro enfía historias de fantasticos tesouros soterradas en olas de barro,agachados en lugares innotos....<br />O mar de esmeralda, entre sobeados vaise volvendo dourado, ao tempo que os campos de patacas estenden cobertor de flores brancas.....<br />...Nas abas do monte alban, engalanado con manto malva e amarelo, que garda tesouros do alen...<br /><br /> este ano ....adiantouse para min tamen a primaver....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-4180631394935868432?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-74478726556045696652008-03-01T05:21:00.000+01:002008-03-01T06:02:26.668+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R8jjKhNJlFI/AAAAAAAAACA/zsiqDaXpFm4/s1600-h/20022008047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R8jjKhNJlFI/AAAAAAAAACA/zsiqDaXpFm4/s320/20022008047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172633941886735442" border="0" /></a><br />Estou lendo o libro de poesias de Anton Riveiro Coello..Limaiaé..que penso convertir no meu libro de cabeceira...Nunca pensei que se poideran escribir palabras tan fermosas en galego.Os gravados son de Manuel Figueiras...recordanme os de Castelao...., o prólogo de Delfin Caseiro..Os tres convirten o libro nunha especie de obra de arte o que volves unha e outra vez porque non te cansas<br />de ver, ler,son tantas as sensacions q espertaron en min q quero deixar constancia aqui recollendo algunhas das q aparecen no prologo.<br /> .."Troitas de prata e cereixas de púrpura abren a porta da casa da memoria.A labarada do lume sentado no chan quenta as palabras de mel dos avós, maxia e misterio que se fan fascinacion nos ollos remelados do neno ledo. Lume de nichas e cavacos que agarima sentido e mans enguruñadas. Aventura calada da supervivencia heroica, expresion de querenza da terra. Vida acompasada ao ritmo cosmico.........Bolboretas da luz presaxian carta de seres queridos que moran na distancia para remediar a morriña silenciada da ausencia que mancaa.....<br /> ...Que pequeniña me sinto ante tanta beleza....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-7447872655604569665?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-8613049919939989952008-02-27T02:26:00.001+01:002008-02-27T02:51:32.056+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R8TBuFwYL9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/f2hkAzEYGI0/s1600-h/20022008044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R8TBuFwYL9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/f2hkAzEYGI0/s320/20022008044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171471269691404242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />estes versos que non saen<br />son para ti meu ben.....<br />cariña morena<br />ollinos preciosos<br />cando sorris<br />todo se enche de cor<br />cando estas triste<br />triste estou, eu tamen<br />chegaches,case sen querer<br />e por querer,quérote tanto<br />que as veces doeme a alma<br />polo daño que che<br />fago... as veces....<br />meniña xeitosa....meniña bonita ...a mame quere a nena<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-861304991993998995?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-15850966494160589232008-02-22T04:54:00.000+01:002008-02-22T05:20:13.820+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R75M6lwYL6I/AAAAAAAAABg/BUy5jxDgDPc/s1600-h/04012008067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R75M6lwYL6I/AAAAAAAAABg/BUy5jxDgDPc/s320/04012008067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169653991719055266" border="0" /></a><br />realidade tanxible......<br />os anos pasan......<br />pasa un dia, pasa outro,<br />todo vai quedando atrás<br /><br />recordos, sentimentos<br />xa non sei<br />onde estaran<br /><br />todo é un fluir continuo<br />cal río<br />que vai o mar<br /><br />e nos sen rumbo<br />camiñamos<br />sen parar......<br /><br />todo é un fluir continuo<br />....¡a donde nos levará!....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-1585096649416058923?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-70515666079264964602008-02-21T05:55:00.001+01:002008-02-21T06:23:50.827+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R70K1lwYL5I/AAAAAAAAABY/WlasoTrfO4k/s1600-h/04012008068.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R70K1lwYL5I/AAAAAAAAABY/WlasoTrfO4k/s320/04012008068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169299863075565458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/joan%20miro"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/joan%20miro" alt="" border="0" /></a>A miña infancia son recordos<br />de pingas que caen<br />na eira do avo<br /><br />de quentarme no lume da<br />lareira<br />rodeada de agarimo<br />de xente, que xa non estan<br /><br />A miña infancia son lembranzas<br />dun tempo e dun espazo<br />que queda lonxe<br />nun recuncho<br />da memoria<br /><br />A miña infancia<br />son recordos<br />fermosos que<br />estan dentro de min<br />e que podo ollar<br />un pouco cada dia<br /><br />..Na miña infancia fun.....feliz...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-7051566607926496460?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-90469283528942916052008-02-20T06:46:00.001+01:002008-02-20T17:25:43.757+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R7xUa1wYL4I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/YwooGsx5Jak/s1600-h/15092007034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u9_aFPhJfKQ/R7xUa1wYL4I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/YwooGsx5Jak/s320/15092007034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169099292397809538" border="0" /></a><br />Quero escribir para ti...as palabras mais fermosas este dia......escribir por exemplo...que a tua ausencia notoa cada vez mais...dende que te perdiches na nebulosa da memoria...eu xa non volvin ser...non sabía CANTO TE QUERIA..pero sei que agora, que viaxas polas estrelas ,seras feliz..e estaras ollandonos a todos ,protexendonos......<br />So quero que saibas que te voto de menos....que sinto non haberte abrazado mais...non terme acurrucadoo nos teus brazos......oh mama...QUEROTE TANTO<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-9046928352894291605?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-39267763881278408672008-02-18T17:38:00.000+01:002008-02-18T18:01:29.085+01:00<div style="text-align: left;">Estou soa, como sempre, por moita xente que me arrodee,eu estou soa..seguramente son doutra galaxia..por iso,todos pasan o meu caron e non me miran....eu berro ,mais ninguen contesta..as miñas verbas perdense no silenzo infinitooooooo.<br />Ando paseniñamente,pasiño a pasiño, intentando atopar unha mirada na que mirarme, un sorriso no que sorrir..unha man na que agarrarme..algo que acabe por romper este monotono vaiven de angurias e inquedanzas.<br /></div>Quero atopar o meu lugar en calquer recuncho, sentir que fago algo ben...romper as tebras do silenzo...abrir a fiestra e poder ver as estrelas...sei que estan ai..pero os meus ollos estan cheos de rocio..e non me deixan velas..........<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538198039105859488-3926776388127840867?l=gemina-deprofundis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1