{"id":110,"date":"2012-02-17T10:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-02-17T09:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/02\/17\/soberba\/"},"modified":"2012-02-17T10:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-02-17T09:00:00","slug":"soberba","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/02\/17\/soberba\/","title":{"rendered":"SOBERBA"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cor de promo, amont\u00f3nanse as nubes;<br \/>rodan lentas as ondas do mar;<br \/>e zoando con son pavoroso,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; v\u00e9n o hurac\u00e1n.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Que cargado est\u00e1 o ceo e que triste;<br \/>que escuro, que negro torn\u00e1ndose vai!<br \/>Encend\u00e1mo-la vela bendita,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que hai tempest\u00e1.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Cabalgando nas alas dos \u00e1nxeles,<br \/>por mandato de Dios correr\u00e1n<br \/>as centelas que asombran \u00f3s malos<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; co seu lostregar.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Nove follas de olio queimemos<br \/>porque alexen de n\u00f3s todo mal,<br \/>que nos libren de raio e centela<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que nos matar.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; O trisaxio cantemos en coro&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Incrinaivos i a Dios adorai;<br \/>pois si trona, \u00e9 que quer recordarnos<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que \u00e9 grande e inmortal.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Santo, santo!, din todos a unha,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; fillos e nai&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Todos non, que un, soberbo e sa\u00f1udo,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; calado est\u00e1.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Mais os tronos afunden os ceos<br \/>e cega dos l\u00f3stregos o brilo fatal.<br \/>\u00a1Ouh, que noite&#8230;! \u00a1Que noite terrible<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; de tempest\u00e1s!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; El Se\u00f1or est\u00e1 airado&#8230; \u00a1incrin\u00e9monos!<br \/>\u00a1Ei, malvados da terra, tembrai!<br \/>O que salvo esta noite sa\u00edre,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; que contar ha.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; -\u00d1a nai, a vaca marela<br \/>tembra coma v\u00f3s na corte.<br \/>\u00bfFixo alg\u00fan pecado ela?<br \/>\u00bfVir\u00e1 un raio a darlle morte?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; -Si ela non fixo pecado,<br \/>mal cristiano, ti o fixeche;<br \/>que es pecador rematado<br \/>mesmo dende que naceche.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; -\u00bfI a probe vaca marela<br \/>paga, dec\u00ed, o que eu pequei?<br \/>\u2013Pagas ti; morrendo ela,<br \/>di, \u00bfcon que te manterei?<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cor de promo, amont\u00f3nanse as nubes;rodan lentas as ondas do mar;e zoando con son pavoroso,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; v\u00e9n o hurac\u00e1n. &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Que cargado est\u00e1 o ceo e que triste;que escuro, que negro torn\u00e1ndose vai!Encend\u00e1mo-la vela bendita,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que hai tempest\u00e1. &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Cabalgando nas alas dos \u00e1nxeles,por mandato de Dios correr\u00e1nas centelas que asombran \u00f3s malos&nbsp;&nbsp; [&hellip;]<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=110"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=110"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=110"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=110"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}