{"id":1360,"date":"2021-09-24T23:09:00","date_gmt":"2021-09-24T21:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/?p=1360"},"modified":"2022-06-15T12:36:44","modified_gmt":"2022-06-15T10:36:44","slug":"hoxe-estou-en-silencio-xogando-co-pasado-marta-dacosta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/2021\/09\/24\/hoxe-estou-en-silencio-xogando-co-pasado-marta-dacosta\/","title":{"rendered":"Hoxe estou en silencio xogando co pasado. Marta Dacosta."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Hoxe estou en silencio xogando co pasado,<br>mentres vexo chegar andando a mi\u00f1a av\u00f3,<br>que a\u00ednda \u00e9 tan pequena como eu a recordo<br>e segue al\u00ed no vello paseo Afonso XII.<br>Eran cen escaleiras as que nos separaban,<br>o mundo da cidade vencido de ru\u00eddos<br>e a praci\u00f1a de pedra en que a\u00ednda hai un pozo<br>ou a casa pequena da indomable Manuela.<br>Recupero a memoria de Pepa silenciada<br>pola peste da gripe cando empezaba o s\u00e9culo,<br>e o misterio da vida en garrafas de barro<br>e algod\u00f3n por Gonzalo, que naceu a destempo.<br>Recupero a friaxe e o sal do mar na noite<br>e a chalana afogada na outra beira da r\u00eda,<br>\u00e1 mi\u00f1a nai tirando carb\u00f3n desde a bufarda<br>ou atada a unha silla de falar&nbsp;<em>castellano<\/em>.<br>E eu sinto que son hoxe tantas que ent\u00f3n me foron,<br>Saladina, Manueli\u00f1a, Rosa ou tam\u00e9n Pepa,<br>e a mesma Teresa que nos fala incansable<br>mentres o tempo vai rodando pola tarde.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/literaturagalega.as-pg.gal\/autoras-es\/dacosta-alonso-marta.html\">Dacosta, M.,<\/a> (1998),&nbsp;<em>Setembro<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Se queres escoitar a versi\u00f3n de Xard\u00edn Desordenado, <a href=\"https:\/\/soundcloud.com\/xardin-desordenado-1\/o-torrente-feminino-marta-dacosta\">preme aqu\u00ed<\/a>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed-soundcloud wp-block-embed is-type-rich is-provider-soundcloud wp-embed-aspect-4-3 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"O Torrente Feminino, fragmento (Marta Dacosta) by Xardin desordenado\" width=\"650\" height=\"400\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?visual=true&#038;url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F208646274&#038;show_artwork=true&#038;maxheight=975&#038;maxwidth=650\"><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hoxe estou en silencio xogando co pasado,mentres vexo chegar andando a mi\u00f1a av\u00f3,que a\u00ednda \u00e9 tan pequena como eu a recordoe segue al\u00ed no vello paseo Afonso XII.Eran cen escaleiras as que nos separaban,o mundo da cidade vencido de ru\u00eddose<span class=\"ellipsis\">&hellip;<\/span> <span class=\"read-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/2021\/09\/24\/hoxe-estou-en-silencio-xogando-co-pasado-marta-dacosta\/\">Read more &#8250;<\/a><\/span><!-- 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":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[231,130],"tags":[218,140],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1360"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1360"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1360\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1645,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1360\/revisions\/1645"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1360"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1360"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/sondepoetas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1360"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}