tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25381980391058594882024-03-06T05:09:08.960+01:00de profundisgeminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-5617095703311911462014-03-07T18:52:00.000+01:002014-03-07T18:52:08.788+01:00O mar da terra sen mar<i>N<b>unca saberei</b></i><br />
<i><b>dese mar</b></i><br />
<i><b>que naceu</b></i><br />
<i><b>na terra</b></i><br />
<i><b>sen mar</b></i><br />
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<i><b><br /></b></i>
<i><b>Nunca poderei</b></i><br />
<i><b>mergullarme</b></i><br />
<i><b>buscando</b></i><br />
<i><b>o camiño</b></i><br />
<i><b>perdido.</b></i><br />
<i><b><br /></b></i>
<b><i>Nunca atoparei</i></b><br />
<b><i>o silencio</i></b><br />
<b><i>dos meus versos</i></b><br />
<b><i>no baleiro</i></b><br />
<b><i>dese mar</i></b><br />
<b><i>parido</i></b><br />
<b><i>pola</i></b><br />
<b><i>terra sen mar..</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i>So verei</i></b><br />
<b><i>o reflexo</i></b><br />
<b><i>da auga</i></b><br />
<b><i>que</i></b><br />
<b><i>quixo ser</i></b><br />
<b><i>espello.</i></b>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-30207356766664214672014-03-07T18:40:00.002+01:002014-03-07T18:40:26.471+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-72781960773021976852014-01-19T04:15:00.002+01:002014-09-19T06:59:19.559+02:00Poesía sen rima<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Non borrarei<br />
ni<br />
ningún<br />
dos<br />
sentimentos<br />
que bulen<br />
na miña testa.<br />
<br />
Aínda que non escoite<br />
violas<br />
cítaras<br />
ou violíns...<br />
<br />
Aínda que<br />
xa sexa<br />
a dona<br />
dos brancos cabelos.<br />
.<br />
Aínda que as enrugas<br />
marquen<br />
no meu rostro,<br />
o reflexo<br />
do paso do<br />
tempo.<br />
<br />
aínda que nesta poesía<br />
non existan<br />
pareados<br />
nin cuartetos<br />
Nin tan sequera<br />
un pequeno<br />
terceto encadeado....<br />
<br />
Escribo<br />
para min..<br />
na noite silenciosa,<br />
esta poesía sen rima.....geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-737145682346725152014-01-19T03:34:00.000+01:002014-01-19T03:34:06.356+01:00Escarabanando<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="ES-TRAD">O papel
en branco<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">ten as
palabras<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">agochadas…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">é preciso<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">coller as
lentes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">en 3D<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">para
atopalas<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">palabras
rebrulidas</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">Hoxe é
inverno<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">e ollo a escarabana<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">a través da
porta<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">de cristal<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">feita de aluminio
lacado..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">Dicía miña nai:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">Nena está
escarabanando<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">e a min
sabíame ese <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">nome...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">Aínda me
sabe,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">a duzura..a
sorriso, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">a pan de millo..</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">Aínda que a
porta<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">de madeira...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">xa non é<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">de madeira.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">Aínda que
as chancas<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">de madeira<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">xá non
teñen<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">brasas que
as quenten....<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">Eu sigo</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">vivindo no alén....</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">e sego</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">soñando</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR">que escarabana..</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="PT-BR"><br /></span></div>
geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-39978896447170842402014-01-04T20:41:00.000+01:002014-01-04T20:41:28.808+01:00Da noite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Soña a noite.<br />
Soña o silencio<br />
da noite.<br />
Soña a quietuude<br />
da noite...<br />
<br />
Lembra as noites<br />
ao pé<br />
da lareira<br />
na casa<br />
dos avós...<br />
<br />
A nena daquela<br />
non presentía<br />
a noite<br />
de invernía<br />
que envolve o<br />
día..<br />
<br />
A nena daquela<br />
non sabía...geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-45003725519817637252014-01-02T19:57:00.001+01:002014-01-03T06:14:07.638+01:00Fálame na miña língua<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fálame na<br />
miña lingua...<br />
senón<br />
síntome extrana...<br />
non recoñezo<br />
as palabras..<br />
convértense<br />
en nomes<br />
que non din<br />
que non ulen<br />
que non saben..<br />
<br />
Fálame na<br />
miña lingua<br />
senón<br />
os soños<br />
voarán,<br />
xa non soarán<br />
os violíns<br />
que trae<br />
a choiva<br />
disfrazada<br />
de gris marengo..<br />
<br />
Fálame na<br />
miña lingua<br />
senón<br />
as bolboretas<br />
do frío<br />
asentáranse<br />
nas nosas vidas<br />
e so se oirá<br />
o silencio<br />
<br />
Fálame na<br />
miña lingua...<br />
<br />geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-18238745310212912682013-12-28T17:37:00.001+01:002013-12-28T17:37:14.217+01:00Do vento<h2>
<i>Do vento</i></h2>
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<i>Xa barrín</i></div>
<div>
<i>as follas</i></div>
<div>
<i>do carballo</i></div>
<div>
<i>aterido.</i></div>
<div>
<i>Daquela </i></div>
<div>
<i>so</i></div>
<div>
<i>algunhas</i></div>
<div>
<i>veñen</i></div>
<div>
<i>e</i></div>
<div>
<i>van</i></div>
<div>
<i>danzan</i></div>
<div>
<i>levadas</i></div>
<div>
<i>polo vento</i></div>
<div>
<i>bícanse</i></div>
<div>
<i>sorrín</i></div>
<div>
<i>viaxan</i></div>
<div>
<i>cara </i></div>
<div>
<i>a </i></div>
<div>
<h2>
<i>liberdade....</i></h2>
</div>
geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-2363712894181234052013-01-13T20:50:00.000+01:002013-01-13T20:52:12.385+01:00Do esquecemento<i>.....<b>Desaparecen nomes</b></i><br />
<i><b>pouco a pouco</b></i><br />
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<i><b>lentamente..</b></i><br />
<br />
<b><i>Necesito atrapalos</i></b><br />
<b><i>para pechalos</i></b><br />
<b><i>na caixa</i></b><br />
<b><i>da memoria</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i>....Desaparecen as palabras</i></b><br />
<b><i>sen elas non son...</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i><br /></i></b>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-57124996414608187972012-12-01T11:50:00.001+01:002012-12-01T11:50:51.363+01:00Anphilocos<b><i>A auga</i></b><br />
<b><i>o lume,</i></b><br />
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<b><i>a terra, </i></b><br />
<b><i>o aire.</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i>Anphilocos</i></b><br />
<b><i>agardando</i></b><br />
<b><i>por min..</i></b><br />
<b><i>a auga é</i></b><br />
<b><i>o meu elemento</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i>So falta que</i></b><br />
<b><i>veña buscarme,</i></b><br />
<b><i>atoparnos e</i></b><br />
<b><i>fundirnos...</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<i><b>Eu son Anphilocos....</b></i>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-33430713426162294252012-11-17T12:42:00.001+01:002012-11-17T12:42:43.203+01:00Da sombra<b>Da sombra</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>Camiñando</b><br />
<b>entre o vento</b><br />
<b>mareiro.</b><br />
<b>Pensamentos</b><br />
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<b>Camiñando</b><br />
<b>entre o soño</b><br />
<b>roubado.</b><br />
<b>Sombras</b><br />
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<b>Camiñando</b><br />
<b>entre sombras</b><br />
<b>desdebuxadas.</b><br />
<b>Soños.</b>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-74502823269283377272012-07-15T10:12:00.000+02:002012-07-15T10:12:23.066+02:00Lúas no ceo<b><i>Os domingos</i></b><br />
<b><i>non se fixeron </i></b><br />
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<b><i>para ela...</i></b><br />
<b><i>Non viste de branco,</i></b><br />
<b><i>fóra fai frío,</i></b><br />
<b><i>hai moitas</i></b><br />
<b><i>lúas no ceo,</i></b><br />
<b><i>non deixan</i></b><br />
<b><i>saír o sol...</i></b><br />
<b><i>Hoxe tomou café italiano..</i></b><br />
<b><i>Hoxe é domingo.</i></b>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-60670865050488590572012-05-17T12:44:00.003+02:002012-05-17T12:44:43.336+02:00A miña lingua<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i>A miña lingua</i></b><br />
<b><i>sabe a pan morno</i></b><br />
<b><i>cocido</i></b><br />
<b><i>no forno de leña</i></b><br />
<b><i>A miña língua</i></b><br />
<b><i>sabe a amorodos</i></b><br />
<b><i>collidos</i></b><br />
<b><i>no prado da Veiguiña</i></b><br />
<b><i>A miña língua</i></b><br />
<b><i>ule a xestas brancas</i></b><br />
<b><i>nadas nos montes</i></b><br />
<b><i>das fadas....</i></b>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-75268525641763417902012-04-17T09:12:00.006+02:002016-09-05T06:28:11.676+02:00Soedade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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Ela está tan cansa....<br />
Cústanlle as palabras...<br />
E unha boneca rota.<br />
Demasiadas derrotas.<br />
Berros no seu silenzo...<br />
Acurrúcase entre<br />
sabas con aromas<br />
a xasmín.....<br />
Pero non ule.<br />
Non ten voz...<br />
<br />
Non entenden<br />
as mensaxes.<br />
So ven<br />
o que queren ver.<br />
<br />
Ela é unha boneca<br />
Que nenguén aloumiña</div>
geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-45264352828185275012012-04-06T17:24:00.000+02:002012-04-06T17:24:10.705+02:00Bágoas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6ZiShddSlBzTDQHJZd7_DVlG7yrTk68QxdF_CtamcVn8WiqxCxDL5M9m1O4C4_if_4OWvJd1XAqyW9qRLGT3F0O_V0jcwFxpaTj7sYOrpNmizV1LOHyFPj-cTTi1CtBXcKm4E3GH_R0/s1600/06042012545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6ZiShddSlBzTDQHJZd7_DVlG7yrTk68QxdF_CtamcVn8WiqxCxDL5M9m1O4C4_if_4OWvJd1XAqyW9qRLGT3F0O_V0jcwFxpaTj7sYOrpNmizV1LOHyFPj-cTTi1CtBXcKm4E3GH_R0/s320/06042012545.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><b><i>Caian as bágoas</i></b><br />
<b><i>e o lirio</i></b><br />
<b><i>acadounas todas.</i></b>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-72379963192980058022012-03-10T10:51:00.001+01:002012-03-10T10:51:01.906+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ERYY8GJ-i0I?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-13289133379075148012012-03-09T21:43:00.002+01:002012-03-09T21:43:54.818+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ssXDblEHILE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-18402880247717324772012-02-29T17:36:00.000+01:002012-02-29T17:36:00.851+01:00S.O.A<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1-OpbV8VQSSMe9vjQs4I62mE2L3__3jSxo8wCGfiVvLbpd56pj7FMx9t8kt93NfETbYJQOxd-fO4J_iepK5bdN43wHAzh1yJxk-ESutioe3vuNqAv4jpl8dzH8xNJn5cV6nINeADRg4/s1600/150120121052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1-OpbV8VQSSMe9vjQs4I62mE2L3__3jSxo8wCGfiVvLbpd56pj7FMx9t8kt93NfETbYJQOxd-fO4J_iepK5bdN43wHAzh1yJxk-ESutioe3vuNqAv4jpl8dzH8xNJn5cV6nINeADRg4/s320/150120121052.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Os pétalos caíron<br />
secáronse as follas<br />
no silencio da tarde...<br />
comezaron a viaxe<br />
esnaquizándose<br />
desfacéndose<br />
e preguntáronme<br />
......Ti sempre<br />
estás SOA...?geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538198039105859488.post-71230115510453130162012-01-05T16:42:00.000+01:002012-01-05T16:42:59.447+01:00In memoriam 5/01/2012 Isaac Díaz PardoTristeza<br />
Bágoas<br />
Dor<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-qfmJLGa5BwSWYHrI6aNvX0rfVvH8KtMZfZqCZOGbr5T8qQqIzvoqTktKg9mX6C3EcWn1xfinJoyn-qDjbIomeoIzFrwoTE5GfbERFQVn2Wej_JRzBFEPrGvbsqxglfByS6o_DDgjRg/s1600/050120121013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-qfmJLGa5BwSWYHrI6aNvX0rfVvH8KtMZfZqCZOGbr5T8qQqIzvoqTktKg9mX6C3EcWn1xfinJoyn-qDjbIomeoIzFrwoTE5GfbERFQVn2Wej_JRzBFEPrGvbsqxglfByS6o_DDgjRg/s320/050120121013.jpg" width="240" /></a></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+01:00Do frío<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpFDH6YX7P55IpNhdnIchjDDfLmdUecAn-8D3nB2XIwLTySSAvipMFv1kXZqTdnmyayCfe7L0pPlN9TETfUj6iWdQ4gikgLXlYBFIvUocPGwWk2EqizM24OGREhxY1YAwTfMu2bRzhrU/s1600/27122011958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpFDH6YX7P55IpNhdnIchjDDfLmdUecAn-8D3nB2XIwLTySSAvipMFv1kXZqTdnmyayCfe7L0pPlN9TETfUj6iWdQ4gikgLXlYBFIvUocPGwWk2EqizM24OGREhxY1YAwTfMu2bRzhrU/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..?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+01:00Poema inacabadoIllado<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSLGf9s0fSb-8mmX5zvwHrR6cGYP1rk1V1MGE77vv8GZzixT0EniW0GD2_4kz610kGY8B5pdeBGHgxTwxMDp-idhvYs7rGwpygm33NpaGeH-on9gDNa5vkbVojzDz4l5uYShvhyphenhyphenNZYGU/s1600/08122011824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSLGf9s0fSb-8mmX5zvwHrR6cGYP1rk1V1MGE77vv8GZzixT0EniW0GD2_4kz610kGY8B5pdeBGHgxTwxMDp-idhvYs7rGwpygm33NpaGeH-on9gDNa5vkbVojzDz4l5uYShvhyphenhyphenNZYGU/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....!!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+02:00Sonata de outono<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 />
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<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 />
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<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 />
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</i></span>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+02:00Arumes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWyxZ3qvhdKX9-d0c6O-Q-_P9zQ9FStHFpaIaobWRitMuc9HOplmoV1F_GXxjgJW2KqtKa9YByYsYATb1YqwlNFal89FR640weUtghQCUwivIiyVluxkzr7hSUkWzH8sQEfW-d9g8eZAo/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWyxZ3qvhdKX9-d0c6O-Q-_P9zQ9FStHFpaIaobWRitMuc9HOplmoV1F_GXxjgJW2KqtKa9YByYsYATb1YqwlNFal89FR640weUtghQCUwivIiyVluxkzr7hSUkWzH8sQEfW-d9g8eZAo/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>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+02:00sepia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQf589ff5uVr_2PJoJIUf67cREz56KpQzykwkazkB2QwthLIU4C2G1GCLXLRCIiyI5h9_Kozyfu4ay4UjnpxVxNzFZHcTYRk3ZjkHZ-DqYipWhv5IOeZZSWtaaQ1ryOost3miNufWftfk/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQf589ff5uVr_2PJoJIUf67cREz56KpQzykwkazkB2QwthLIU4C2G1GCLXLRCIiyI5h9_Kozyfu4ay4UjnpxVxNzFZHcTYRk3ZjkHZ-DqYipWhv5IOeZZSWtaaQ1ryOost3miNufWftfk/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>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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8X81rvDqedC8kMgQrqegk073-ZIrQuMsdcCiYznOUP31aESyLorRHuW_dx0jE54KIPe1uyZybdX1eq0_dMp-DWN6B0Gv9leItpca3ETE0ndfxy6aluAA5nQNxn9V_MwDqzoKOiDAUwUk/s1600/bomomo-3963.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span><span></span></span><span><span></span></span><img style="display:block; 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<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>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+02:00círculos concéntricos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqIb05-J2PyAUogy5UwbC4AGZ2sV0VlXILrndxtL95TQfBx1AJrYE9rb2erbiPGWw2NdBM1wKPvQElyufSflTGSnu8-HjH8EDzyhntO3n71QxrJ45bf07CEBul6DpaVSRbASoo6jcYEU/s1600/circulos+concentricos+%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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqIb05-J2PyAUogy5UwbC4AGZ2sV0VlXILrndxtL95TQfBx1AJrYE9rb2erbiPGWw2NdBM1wKPvQElyufSflTGSnu8-HjH8EDzyhntO3n71QxrJ45bf07CEBul6DpaVSRbASoo6jcYEU/s200/circulos+concentricos+%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>geminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09408985119393676812noreply@blogger.com0