{"id":156,"date":"2012-08-23T10:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-08-23T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/08\/23\/fun-un-domingo\/"},"modified":"2012-08-23T10:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-08-23T08:00:00","slug":"fun-un-domingo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/08\/23\/fun-un-domingo\/","title":{"rendered":"Fun un domingo"},"content":{"rendered":"

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      Fun un domingo,<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

fun pola tarde,<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

co sol que baixa<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

tras dos pinares,<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

cas nubes brancas<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

sombra dos \u00e1nxeles,<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

cas palomi\u00f1as<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

que as alas baten<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

con un batido<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

manso e suave,<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

atravesando<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

vagos celaxes,<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

mundos extra\u00f1os<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

que en raios parten<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

ricos tesouros<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

de ouro e diamante.<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

Pas\u00edn os montes,<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

montes e valles;<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

pas\u00edn llanuras<\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/font><\/font>e soledades;<\/span><\/p>\n

pas\u00edn os regos,<\/span><\/p>\n

pas\u00edn os mares<\/span><\/p>\n

cos p\u00e9s enxoitos<\/span><\/p>\n

e sin cansarme.<\/span><\/p>\n

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      Colleume a noite,<\/span><\/p>\n

noite brillante<\/span><\/p>\n

cunha luni\u00f1a<\/span><\/p>\n

feita de xaspes,<\/span><\/p>\n

e fun con ela<\/span><\/p>\n

cami\u00f1o adiante<\/span><\/p>\n

cas estreli\u00f1as<\/span><\/p>\n

para guiarme,<\/span><\/p>\n

que aquel cami\u00f1o<\/span><\/p>\n

s\u00f3lo elas saben.<\/span><\/p>\n

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      Dempois a aurora<\/span><\/p>\n

co seu sembrante<\/span><\/p>\n

feito de rosas<\/span><\/p>\n

veu a alumbrarme,<\/span><\/p>\n

e vin estonces,<\/span><\/p>\n

antre o ramaxe<\/span><\/p>\n

de olmos e pinos,<\/span><\/p>\n

acobexarse<\/span><\/p>\n

branca casi\u00f1a<\/span><\/p>\n

con palomare<\/span><\/p>\n

donde as pombi\u00f1as<\/span><\/p>\n

entran e saien.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nela se escoitan<\/span><\/p>\n

doces cantares,<\/span><\/p>\n

nela garulan<\/span><\/p>\n

mozos galantes<\/span><\/p>\n

cas rapaci\u00f1as<\/span><\/p>\n

de outros lugares.<\/span><\/p>\n

Todo \u00e9 contento,<\/span><\/p>\n

todo \u00e9 folgare<\/span><\/p>\n

mentras a pedra<\/span><\/p>\n

bate que bate,<\/span><\/p>\n

mole que mole,<\/span><\/p>\n

d\u00e1lle que d\u00e1lle,<\/span><\/p>\n

con l
\nindo gusto<\/span><\/p>\n

faille compases.<\/span><\/p>\n

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      Non ha siti\u00f1o<\/span><\/p>\n

que m\u00e1is me agrade<\/span><\/p>\n

que aquel mu\u00ed\u00f1o<\/span><\/p>\n

dos casta\u00f1ares,<\/span><\/p>\n

donde hai meni\u00f1as,<\/span><\/p>\n

donde hai rapaces<\/span><\/p>\n

que ricamente<\/span><\/p>\n

saben loitare;<\/span><\/p>\n

donde rechinan<\/span><\/p>\n

hasta cansarse<\/span><\/p>\n

mozos e vellos,<\/span><\/p>\n

nenos e grandes,<\/span><\/p>\n

e, anque non queren<\/span><\/p>\n

que al\u00f3 me baixe,<\/span><\/p>\n

sin que o soupera<\/span><\/p>\n

na casa naide,<\/span><\/p>\n

fun \u00f3 mu\u00ed\u00f1o<\/span><\/p>\n

do meu compadre;<\/span><\/p>\n

fun polo vento,<\/span><\/p>\n

vin polo aire.
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Normal 0 21       Fun un domingo, fun pola tarde, co sol que baixa tras dos pinares, cas nubes brancas sombra dos \u00e1nxeles, cas palomi\u00f1as que as alas baten con un batido manso e suave, atravesando vagos celaxes, mundos extra\u00f1os que en raios parten ricos tesouros de ouro e diamante. Pas\u00edn os montes, montes e […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/156"}],"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=156"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/156\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=156"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=156"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=156"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}