{"id":14,"date":"2009-04-17T12:07:49","date_gmt":"2009-04-17T10:07:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/eduardoestevez.blogaliza.org\/?page_id=14"},"modified":"2019-05-18T09:35:46","modified_gmt":"2019-05-18T09:35:46","slug":"os-veos-da-paisaxe","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/luagris.net\/blog\/?page_id=14","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3306\/3423710953_45aafd7fc9_m.jpg\" alt=\"os veos da paisaxe (ed. bourel)\" width=\"89\" height=\"124\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"infolibros\"><em>os veos da paisaxe<\/em><br \/>\nribeira (galiza), edici\u00f3ns bourel, 2009<br \/>\ndep\u00f3sito legal: C 162-2009<br \/>\nedici\u00f3n sen isbn<\/p>\n<p>[<a href=\"\/blog\/?page_id=513\">selecci\u00f3n de imaxes<\/a>]<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">son tempos<br \/>\nde pensar a ausencia<br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">de gardarmos<br \/>\nnun caix\u00f3n as b\u00e1goas<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">son tempos de ollar a chuvia<br \/>\na trav\u00e9s dos cristais<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">embazada a memoria<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">botar as redes<br \/>\ncubrirnos de vento<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">hai un pa\u00eds de catedrais<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">homes en silencio<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">longos cami\u00f1os cara ao mar<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">a paisaxe oc\u00faltase<br \/>\ndetr\u00e1s da vaga n\u00e9boa<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">a paisaxe ten sete veos<br \/>\ne no fondo<br \/>\nn\u00faa<br \/>\nani\u00f1a a memoria<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">mira os barcos no peirao<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">como se xuntan<br \/>\ne se afastan coas ondas<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">mira as gaivotas<br \/>\na se acochar unhas<br \/>\ncontra as outras<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">os pescadores<br \/>\nco ollar detido<br \/>\nno horizonte<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">ondea a roupa no tendal<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">recibe outra vez o orballo<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">cos primeiros merlos<br \/>\nacordan os cans<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">os homes<br \/>\npestanexan co sol<br \/>\nh\u00famido do mencer<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">a auga que baixa<br \/>\ndas monta\u00f1as<br \/>\ncorre polas r\u00faas baleiras<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">nas casas s\u00f3 quedan<br \/>\nsombras<br \/>\ne alg\u00fan anci\u00e1n<br \/>\nque xa esqueceu o calendario<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">son tempos<br \/>\nde pensar a ausencia<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">o home vello \u00e1 sombra<br \/>\nda aci\u00f1eira<br \/>\nconta as cabras<br \/>\nd\u00e1lles nome<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">a vella muller na coci\u00f1a<br \/>\nnomea os paxaros<br \/>\nos d\u00edas e as dores<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">a camp\u00e1 non ten badalo<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">s\u00f3 o gorgolexo<br \/>\ndas pombas toca a misa<br \/>\nou a defunto<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">neste muro hai os prantos<br \/>\nde amor de moitas mozas<br \/>\ne homes vellos<br \/>\ne deuses<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">nos balc\u00f3ns xa non quedan<br \/>\nxasm\u00edns nin cravos nin rosas<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">morreron coa xeada<br \/>\no \u00faltimo inverno<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">conta cada un<br \/>\ndos seus cabelos<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">co\u00f1ece cada li\u00f1a<br \/>\ncada movemento<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">cando ergue o sol<br \/>\ne orballa nas roseiras do patio<br \/>\nf\u00edos de la acomoda en certos<br \/>\ne determinados lugares<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\"><em>elena<br \/>\natada nos espellos<br \/>\npeit\u00e9ase<br \/>\ntodo o d\u00eda<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<div>\n<p class=\"titulos\"><strong>o mediod\u00eda<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">as coci\u00f1as<br \/>\ncheiran a ourego<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">os manteis vermellos<br \/>\no vapor das cazolas<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">o golpe das culleres<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">os risos entre os muros<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">paxaros engaiolados<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">na mesa<br \/>\nunha cesta con froitas de louza<br \/>\ne teas de ara\u00f1a<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">fumegan os pratos<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">falan alto as mulleres na praza<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">por un momento<br \/>\na paisaxe non ten veos<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">as follas secas baten<br \/>\ncon dozura portas e fiestras<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">logo p\u00e9rdense<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">non hai<br \/>\nningu\u00e9n para escoitalas<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">na coci\u00f1a unha avoa<br \/>\nremexendo no caldeiro<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">no cuarto unha curm\u00e1 de<br \/>\nquince anos<br \/>\ndeitada co seu mozo<br \/>\n\u00e1s agachadas<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<div>\n<p class=\"titulos\"><strong>a tarde<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">as horas son m\u00e1is lentas<br \/>\n\u00e1 sombra do limoeiro<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">e cando chove s\u00e9ntense<br \/>\nas gotas no tellado nas<br \/>\np\u00f3las secas o pranto<br \/>\nnas paredes balorentas<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">os balc\u00f3ns<br \/>\n\u00e9nchense de flores co ver\u00e1n<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"poemas\">unha moza corta o seu orballo<\/p>\n<p class=\"poemas\">pono no xerro da sala<br \/>\nxunto \u00e1 foto do pai morto<\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">no patio<br \/>\nunha vella figueira de p\u00f3las longas<br \/>\ncubertas de ouricela<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"poemas\">os so\u00f1os<br \/>\nconf\u00fandense a esta hora<br \/>\nentre as follas<\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">as \u00e1rbores da infancia<br \/>\nincl\u00ednanse sobre o alxibe<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">buscan a s\u00faa imaxe reflectida<br \/>\nno espello de auga<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">esta terra pert\u00e9nceme<br \/>\nterra branca de s\u00e9culos e cinza<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">ac\u00f3ugame esta terra<br \/>\nestas \u00e1rbores de mans abertas<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">hai unha carballeira gris<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">un r\u00edo nalgures que murmura<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">paxaros<br \/>\nn\u00e9boa<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">recantos desta terra prometida<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">chega do r\u00edo<br \/>\no canto das lavandeiras<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">o vento procura<br \/>\na idade nas follas<br \/>\no silencio nas cortizas<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">detr\u00e1s dos muros<br \/>\nunha moza esperou<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">todo o d\u00eda<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">os d\u00edas seguintes<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">o home que a levase lonxe<br \/>\na algunha nova terra<br \/>\ne m\u00e1xica<br \/>\nvestida de branco e<br \/>\ncun ramo de lirios nas mans<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">atoparasme no cami\u00f1o<br \/>\npreto da \u00faltima \u00e1rbore<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">a derradeira<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">p\u00e9rdense<br \/>\nas follas secas<br \/>\nvanse espallando<br \/>\ncara ao horizonte<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">que \u00e9 como dicir<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">cara a ningures<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">na fiestra os \u00faltimos<br \/>\nef\u00e9meros f\u00edos do sol<br \/>\nnas p\u00f3las m\u00e1is altas<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">cando \u00e9 tarde s\u00f3 quedan<br \/>\npedras e poeira no cami\u00f1o<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<div>\n<p class=\"titulos\"><strong>a noite<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\"><em>unha bandada emigra da paisaxe<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">en leitos de ferro<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">detr\u00e1s das cortinas<br \/>\nas rapazas agachan<br \/>\nos seus so\u00f1os prohibidos<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">presos entre as sabas<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">os farois<br \/>\narrandean co vento e no campanario<br \/>\no moucho vix\u00eda<br \/>\nas casas silenciosas<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">espantallo<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">mant\u00e9n afastadas as lembranzas<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">polas casas<br \/>\na silueta dunha muller<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">sobre a paisaxe feminina<br \/>\ndebr\u00fazase a noite<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">a terra ten cansazo de auga<br \/>\nnas fendeduras<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"poemas\">nos ritos do ver\u00e1n<br \/>\no plenilunio<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">silencio<br \/>\nesta noite est\u00e1 pechada para os grilos<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3635\/3450031852_c7b8c2a6c3.jpg?v=0\" alt=\"null\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"poemas\">a paisaxe prega en silencio<br \/>\npide perd\u00f3n<br \/>\nantes de quitar o \u00faltimo veo<\/span><\/p>\n<p>para ver algunhas das imaxes que ilustraron esta edici\u00f3n, fai clic <a href=\"http:\/\/luagris.net\/blog\/?page_id=513\">aqu\u00ed<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>os veos da paisaxe ribeira (galiza), edici\u00f3ns bourel, 2009 dep\u00f3sito legal: C 162-2009 edici\u00f3n sen isbn [selecci\u00f3n de imaxes] son tempos de pensar a ausencia de gardarmos nun caix\u00f3n as b\u00e1goas son tempos de ollar&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a 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