{"id":145,"date":"2012-06-15T10:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-06-15T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/06\/15\/de-soidas-morriase\/"},"modified":"2012-06-15T10:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-06-15T08:00:00","slug":"de-soidas-morriase","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/06\/15\/de-soidas-morriase\/","title":{"rendered":"De soid\u00e1s morr\u00edase"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;De soid\u00e1s morr\u00edase<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;na vila, sospirando pola aldea;<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;asombr\u00e1bana as casas cos seus muros,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;e asombr\u00e1bana as torres e as igrexas.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;As r\u00faas enlousadas somell\u00e1banlle,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;sin verdor nin frescura,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;cimeterio onde os mortos<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;f\u00f3ra andaban das tristes sepulturas.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I as comidas sab\u00edanlle<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;a fari\u00f1a sin sal i a xaramagos,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;i as poucas que tocaba,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;en vez de darlle alento a i\u00f1an matando.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Algunha vez chegaban hastra ela,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;non sei si en ilusi\u00f3n se de verdade,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;uns agrestes olidos<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;de leixanas ribeiras e pinares.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;\u00cd\u00f1ase estonces a sentar nun alto,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;contempraba os estensos horizontes,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;e rompendo en sospiros que a afogaban,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;ronca escramaba saloucando: !\u00a1Eu voume!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;\u00a1E \u00ed\u00f1ase a pr\u00e9sa e sin remedio&#8230;! \u00a1\u00cd\u00f1ase<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;ca tristeza mortal que a consum\u00eda!<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;\u00cd\u00f1ase a probe Rosa,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;pero&#8230; \u00a1para a outra vida!<\/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;De soid\u00e1s morr\u00edase&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;na vila, sospirando pola aldea;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;asombr\u00e1bana as casas cos seus muros,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;e asombr\u00e1bana as torres e as igrexas. &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;As r\u00faas enlousadas somell\u00e1banlle,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;sin verdor nin frescura,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;cimeterio onde os mortos&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;f\u00f3ra andaban das tristes sepulturas. &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I as comidas [&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\/145"}],"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=145"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/145\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=145"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=145"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=145"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}