{"id":117,"date":"2012-03-13T10:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-03-13T09:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/03\/13\/pra-a-habana\/"},"modified":"2012-03-13T10:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-03-13T09:00:00","slug":"pra-a-habana","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/03\/13\/pra-a-habana\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00a1PRA A HABANA!"},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"left\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Vend\u00e9ronlle os bois<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; vend\u00e9ronlle as vacas,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; o pote do caldo<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; i a manta da cama.<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Vend\u00e9ronlle o carro<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; i as leiras que ti\u00f1a;<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; dex\u00e1rono soio<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; coa roupa vestida.<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; \u201dMar\u00eda, eu son mozo,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; pedir no me \u00e9 dado;<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; eu vou polo mundo<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; pra ver de ganalo.<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Galicia est\u00e1 probe,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; i \u00e1 Habana me vou&#8230;<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Adi\u00f3s, adi\u00f3s, prendas<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; do meu coraz\u00f3n!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&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;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cando ningu\u00e9n nos mira,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;vense rostros nubrados e sombrisos,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;homes que erran cal sombras voltexantes<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; por veigas e camp\u00edos.<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Un, enriba dun c\u00f3maro<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;s\u00e9ntase caviloso e pensativo;<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;outro, \u00f3 p\u00e9 dun carballo queda im\u00f3bil,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;coa vista levantada hacia o infinito.<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Alg\u00fan, cabo da fonte recrinado,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;par\u00e9s que escoita atento o murmur\u00edo<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;da auga que cai, e eisala xordamente<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; trist\u00edsimos sospiros.<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Van a deixa-la patria&#8230;!<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Forzoso, mais supremo sacrificio.<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;A miseria est\u00e1 negra en torno deles,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1ai!, \u00a1i adiante est\u00e1 o abismo&#8230;!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; III<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; O mar castiga bravamente as penas,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;e contra as bandas do vapor se rompen<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; as irritadas ondas<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; do c\u00e1ntabro salobre.<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Chilan as gaviotas<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1al\u00e1 lonxe&#8230;!, \u00a1moi lonxe!,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;na pr\u00e1cida ribeira solitaria<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;que convida \u00f3 descanso i \u00f3s amores.<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; De humanos seres a compauta l\u00ednea<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;que brila \u00f3 sol adi\u00e1ntase e ret\u00f3rcese,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;mais preto e lentamente as curvas sigue<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;do murall\u00f3n antigo do Parrote.<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; O coraz\u00f3n ap\u00e9rtase de angustia,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;\u00f3iense risas, xuramentos se oien,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;i as brasfemias se axuntan cos sospiros&#8230;<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; \u00bfOnde van eses homes?<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Dentro dun mes, no simiterio imenso<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; da Habana, ou nos seus bosques,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; ide a ver que foi deles&#8230;.<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;\u00a1No eterno olvido para sempre dormen&#8230;!<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Pobres nais que os criaron,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;i as que os agardan amorosas, pobres!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; IV<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u201c\u00a1\u00c1nimo, compa\u00f1eiros!<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Toda a terra \u00e9 dos homes.<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Aquel que non veu nunca m\u00e1is que a propia,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; a i\u00f1orancia o consome.<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;\u00a1\u00c1nimo! \u00a1A quen se muda Dilo-lo axuda!<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;\u00a1E anque ora vamos de Galicia lonxe,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; ver\u00e9s desque tornemos<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; o que medrano os robres!<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Ma\u00f1\u00e1n \u00e9 o d\u00eda grande, \u00a1\u00e1 mar, amigos!<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Ma\u00f1\u00e1n, Dios nos acoche!\u201d<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1No sembrante a alegr\u00eda,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; no coraz\u00f3n o esforzo,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;i a campana harmoniosa da esperanza,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; lonxe, tocando a morto!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; V<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Este vaise i aquel vaise,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; e todos, todos se van,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Galicia, sin homes quedas<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; que te poidan traballar.<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Tes en cambio, orfos e orfas<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; e campos de soledad,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; e nais que non te\u00f1en fillos<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; e fillos que non t\u00e9n pais.<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; E tes coraz\u00f3ns que sufren<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; longas ausencias mort\u00e1s,<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; vi\u00fadas de vivos e mortos<br \/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; que ningu\u00e9n consolar\u00e1.<\/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;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Vend\u00e9ronlle os bois&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; vend\u00e9ronlle as vacas,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; o pote do caldo&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; i a manta da cama.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Vend\u00e9ronlle o carro&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; i as [&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\/117"}],"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=117"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=117"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=117"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=117"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}