{"id":147,"date":"2012-06-22T10:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-06-22T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/06\/22\/ca-pena-o-lombo\/"},"modified":"2012-06-22T10:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-06-22T08:00:00","slug":"ca-pena-o-lombo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/06\/22\/ca-pena-o-lombo\/","title":{"rendered":"CA PENA \u00d3 LOMBO"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;\u00a1Cantas frores silvestres nos valados,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;que fest\u00f3s e que encaixes<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;primorosos de musgos e verdura;<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;que colorido, que follax nos \u00e1rbores<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;m\u00e9ntra-las brisas mansamente corren,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;coma alento dos \u00e1nxeles!<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Reina na veiga un pr\u00e1cido sosego,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; cai a luz nos regueiros en cambiantes,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; i o c\u00f3maro e enca\u00f1ada soavemente<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; van querbando o paisaxen,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; lixeiramente envolto nos vapores<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; da misteriosa tarde.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; S\u00f3 se sinte o piar do paxari\u00f1o,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; o marmurar das auguas,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; e na cima do monte o cantar triste<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; dunha muller que pasa,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; mentras co seu marmurio o manso rego<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; naquel ritmo mon\u00f3tono a acompa\u00f1a.<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Que tristeza tan dose!<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Que soid\u00e1 tan pr\u00e1cida!<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mais para un alma en orfand\u00e1 sumida,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1que soid\u00e1 tan deserta e tan amarga!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sin mirar, fixa os ollos<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; nas br\u00e9temas leixanas,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; vaporosas e leves,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que o sol pinta de grana,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; i as mans en cruz, i os ollos<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; arrasados en b\u00e1goas,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; marmura saloucando: \u201c\u00a1Qu\u00e9rome ire,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; porque agonizo aqu\u00ed desconsolada!<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Millor que ac\u00e1 antre rosas<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1ai!, \u00a1quero ir a morrer adonde el vaia!<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u201dE non fondo do barco<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; so\u00ed\u00f1a, abandonada,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; tras seu amor i a morte, para Am\u00e9rica,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; para morrer de dor, \u00f3 mar se lanza.<br \/>&nbsp;<\/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;\u00a1Cantas frores silvestres nos valados,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;que fest\u00f3s e que encaixes&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;primorosos de musgos e verdura;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;que colorido, que follax nos \u00e1rbores&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;m\u00e9ntra-las brisas mansamente corren,&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;coma alento dos \u00e1nxeles!&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Reina na veiga un pr\u00e1cido sosego,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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