{"id":107,"date":"2012-02-01T10:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-02-01T09:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/02\/01\/padron-padron\/"},"modified":"2012-02-01T10:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-02-01T09:00:00","slug":"padron-padron","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/02\/01\/padron-padron\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00a1Padr\u00f3n&#8230;! \u00a1Padr\u00f3n&#8230;!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Padr\u00f3n&#8230;! \u00a1Padr\u00f3n&#8230;!<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; Santa Mar\u00eda&#8230; Lestrove&#8230;<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Adi\u00f3s! \u00a1Adi\u00f3s!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Aquelas risas sin fin,<br \/>aquel brincar sin dolor,<br \/>aquela louca alegr\u00eda,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00bfpor que acabou?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Aqueles doces cantares,<br \/>aquelas falas de amor,<br \/>aquelas noites serenas,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00bfpor que non son?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Aquel vibrar sonoroso<br \/>das cordas da harpa i os sons<br \/>da guitarra malenc\u00f3nica,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00bfquen os levou?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Todo \u00e9 silencio mudo,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; soid\u00e1, delor,<br \/>onde outro tempo a dicha<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sola reinou&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Padr\u00f3n&#8230;! \u00a1Padr\u00f3n&#8230;!<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; Santa Mar\u00eda&#8230; Lestrove&#8230;<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Adi\u00f3s! \u00a1Adi\u00f3s!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; II<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; O simiterio da Adina<br \/>n\u2019hai duda de que \u00e9 encantador,<br \/>cos seus olivos escuros<br \/>de vella recordaz\u00f3n;<br \/>co seu chan de herbas e frores<br \/>lindas, cal n\u2019outras dou Dios;<br \/>cos seus can\u00f3negos vellos<br \/>que nel se sentan \u00f3 sol;<br \/>cos meni\u00f1os que al\u00ed xogan<br \/>contentos e rebuld\u00f3s;<br \/>cas lousas brancas que o cruben,<br \/>e cos h\u00famedos mont\u00f3s<br \/>de terra, onde algunha probe<br \/>\u00f3 ama\u00f1ecer se enterrou.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Moito te quixen un tempo,<br \/>simiterio encantador,<br \/>cos teus olivos escuros,<br \/>m\u00e1is vellos que os meus av\u00f3s;<br \/>cos teus cregos venerables,<br \/>que se iban sentar \u00f3 sol,<br \/>mentras cantaban os p\u00e1xaros<br \/>as matutinas canci\u00f3ns,<br \/>e co teu osario humilde<br \/>que tanto respeto imp\u00f3n<br \/>cando da luz que nel arde<br \/>ve un de noite o resprandor.<br \/>Moito te quixen, e qu\u00e9rote,<br \/>eso ben o sabe Dios;<br \/>mas hoxe \u00f3 pensar en ti<br \/>n\u00fabraseme o coraz\u00f3n:<br \/>que a terra est\u00e1 removida,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; negra e sin frols&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Padr\u00f3n&#8230;! \u00a1Padr\u00f3n&#8230;!<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; Santa Mar\u00eda&#8230; Lestrove&#8230;<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Adi\u00f3s! \u00a1Adi\u00f3s!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; III<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Fun un d\u00eda en busca deles,<br \/>palpitante o coraz\u00f3n,<br \/>funos chamando un a un<br \/>e ning\u00fan me contestou.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Petei nunha i outra porta,<br \/>non sent\u00edn fala nin voz,<br \/>cal nunha tomba baldeira<br \/>o meu petar resonou.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mirei pola pechadura,<br \/>\u00a1que silensio&#8230;!, \u00a1que pavor&#8230;!<br \/>vin nomais sombras errantes<br \/>que iban e vi\u00f1an sin son,<br \/>cal voan os lixos leves<br \/>nun rio do craro sol.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Ergu\u00e9ronseme os cabelos<br \/>de estra\u00f1eza e de delor.<br \/>\u00a1Nin un soio&#8230;!, \u00a1nin un soio&#8230;!<br \/>\u00bfDonde est\u00e1n?, \u00bfque deles foi?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; O triste son da campana,<br \/>Vagoroso a min chegou&#8230;<br \/>\u00a1Tocaba a morto por eles&#8230;!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Padr\u00f3n&#8230;! 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