tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17998518404073435742024-03-14T08:03:47.320+01:00Pola volta do SorChushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-60036027569690414472022-11-01T22:52:00.001+01:002022-11-01T23:02:53.515+01:00Soñando cos outonos pasados (MUIÑOS DE SALUSTIO)<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAku2JLAt7cQXaPdfmCQE-8DF7fxdDad1Hu9Yv4rj0hrSFXb6eHW5pPh7ytBRO8G2ii7iW9vqNjyZqQ1dUj0OgHoAbI87FWjeC0S1BlWg1WVyZajmjCZSk9_Lhx5rRKS-ciMGci6Cd01cFBYbjdlMLQ_V1gzKkihCAKhUsT90-OS9udzyBQ57X8yIEA/s2227/so%20%2894%29-Editar.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1485" data-original-width="2227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAku2JLAt7cQXaPdfmCQE-8DF7fxdDad1Hu9Yv4rj0hrSFXb6eHW5pPh7ytBRO8G2ii7iW9vqNjyZqQ1dUj0OgHoAbI87FWjeC0S1BlWg1WVyZajmjCZSk9_Lhx5rRKS-ciMGci6Cd01cFBYbjdlMLQ_V1gzKkihCAKhUsT90-OS9udzyBQ57X8yIEA/s600/so%20%2894%29-Editar.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlCdHPiW7BpiqLiB1kUUzcMiWndVoCl2igpNuy1jgEiGgDyPihtbGrJfgOqBHZkHGp7nuSFHcykhz5GcHS67jwFWnOipdYPW4QWizvue3MaK3krMtHOQrt36nM1BW0JyYdxmn_8EAly-ABdGwssQixPIwiDMyayAcLDkQLfRvd6BgB4-_6PF4lDW0PA/s2227/so%20%28100%29-Editar.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1485" data-original-width="2227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlCdHPiW7BpiqLiB1kUUzcMiWndVoCl2igpNuy1jgEiGgDyPihtbGrJfgOqBHZkHGp7nuSFHcykhz5GcHS67jwFWnOipdYPW4QWizvue3MaK3krMtHOQrt36nM1BW0JyYdxmn_8EAly-ABdGwssQixPIwiDMyayAcLDkQLfRvd6BgB4-_6PF4lDW0PA/s600/so%20%28100%29-Editar.jpg" width="600" /></a><span style="color: black; font-family: courier;"><b>E sentir que a vida é un alento, unha paisaxe onírica cando chega o outono. O río recupera a vida que o verán apagou, esta zona non está chea de contrastes. Quizais sexa porque está moi preto do mar ou porque as temperaturas son moi suaves, pero non é menos fermosa por iso.</b></span></div>Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-14880873758317494812019-01-27T20:13:00.001+01:002019-01-27T20:21:10.851+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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AI ! CASAS cansadas<br />
pechadas<br />
que inda gardades as falas<br />
os risos as olladas<br />
esborralladas casas<br />
no meu corazón<br />
erguidas luminosas intactas !<br />
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Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-560743345533681762019-01-26T20:29:00.002+01:002019-01-26T20:32:02.092+01:00CARBALLEIRA NOS MUIÑOS DE SALUSTIO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Un sorriso, onde nace a herba, nos camiños que levan as devesas e soutos ...<br />Pasou o outono, chegou o inverno<br />A BELEZA, A HARMONIA<br />... o corazón do silencio.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-59491886073419314622018-03-30T22:16:00.005+02:002018-03-30T22:18:46.573+02:00OLLANDO O REFUXIO DO CASCON<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Nun só recordo</div>
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vén o tento do antonte</div>
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no mesmo sobrado frío, </div>
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aló, na mesma fraga,</div>
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nos netos dos mesmos paxaros,</div>
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no illó das mesmas augas.</div>
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Tamén os mesmos camiños,</div>
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Só eu, xa non mesma,</div>
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evocando todo aquel sol.</div>
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Medos Romero</div>
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Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-35030924000659730832017-01-30T00:07:00.000+01:002017-01-31T17:02:37.675+01:00Un muiño no rego de Aguieira <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Moitos dos nosos muiños están a piques de desaparecer, por abandono das aldeas, dos cultivos tradicionais de cereais -trigo e centeo-, ou polo aumento do terreo adicado a pastos pola mellora da cabana gandeira, ... en fin estas humildes edificacións foron esquencendose ó longo do século XX.</div>
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Este muiño nas paredes de fora ten duas pedras de asento, chamadas tamen pousadoiros que se usan para apoiar os sacos de gran.<br />
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hai dúas pedras de asento,</div>
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unha é para namorar,</div>
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e outra pra pasa-lo tempo.<br />
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No interior do muiño todavía se poden apreciar os distintos elementos que o compoñen.<br />
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O Rodicio<br />
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Á porta do muíño vello púxenme a pensar,<br />
nas voltas que dá o rodicio,<br />
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Muíño de peza</div>
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de son cantareiro</div>
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morriches de fame</div>
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sorriches de pena</div>
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meu muíño albeiro</div>
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Como se pode apreciar nestas imaxes. "Andando gaña o muíño, que parado está perdido "</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Neste rego chegou haber catro muiños, pero o único que se conserva ben e este, o muiño de parceiros de Labrada e Pesegueiro, chamase asi por ser de varios co-propietarios que participaron na súa construcción e mantemento. É un muiño de pequeno tamaño, a construcción é boa. Os muros están feitos có habitual cachote, e o tellado, en bastante bo estado, a dúas augas recuberto con lousa.</span><br />
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no muíño fan concellos,</div>
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no muíño fanse amores, </div>
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unha noite non é nada </div>
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unha semaniña enteira</div>
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eso si que é muíñada.<br />
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Reseñar que Os muíños, (a maioría dedeles) como núcleo das relacións sociais da parroquia</div>
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<i>Se tivo importancia relevante no económico, non menos a posuíu no social, posto que se converteu no verdadeiro núcleo sobre o que viraban as relacións da xente da parroquia, aldea ou lugar, fundamentalmente da mocidade,</i></div>
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<i>Os veciños debían acudir necesariamente ao muíño con asiduidade. Así, mentres se procedía á tarefa de moer, enchíanse os tempos de espera con actividades de lecer; bailes, cánticos, relatos de historias, lendas, anécdotas, xogos, etc., (muíñadas ou foliadas cando interviña a gaita). Dado que polo día o campesiño e a súa familia dedicábanse ás faenas da terra, a noite constituía o único tempo libre de que dispoñían para moer, de modo que eran frecuentes as reunións entre os usuarios. Estas podían prolongarse ata o día e adquirían carácter festivo (leria e troula en galego), nas que os mozos e mozas representaban un papel predominante.</i></div>
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<i>De todo isto, quizais o máis significativo é que o baile galego por excelencia, a muiñeira, adopta esta alusión tan connotativa, á vez que se danza en sentido circular semellando a rotación da moa do muíño sobre o pé, ou a propia rotación do rodete.</i></div>
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<i>("Los molinos y el ciclo del pan". José Mª Leal Boveda)</i></div>
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<i> fáino-lo ritmo a albeira.</i></div>
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Na porta daquel muíño,<br />
hai un carballo rachado,<br />
onde sentan as mozas,<br />
a mata-lo condenado.<br />
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Os meus ollos non se cansan de contemprar a beleza das suaves curvas que fai o río,<br />
os cabalos salvaxes que pastan na súas beiras,<br />
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as mazás maduras esparcidas pola aira,<br />
os castiñeiros, as aveleiras, os carballos, piñeiros, salgueiros, …<br />
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E enriba, o ceo, dono de este val, cheo de lembranzas doutros outonos esquecidos, e de longos días chuviñentos da invernia que está por chegar.<br />
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As aveleiras refulxen co resplandor do outono, hoxe, un 10 de decembro, vai calor, ainda que un airiño maino aloumiña as follas das arbores desta fraga de ribeira.<br />
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Pasiño a pasiño vou río arriba, deixome levar, o silencio engaiolame os sentidos, e mentres disfruto da camiñata, lembrome de outros outonos.<br />
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Núos pés en herba da tarde.<br />
Tento en chasquido da folla seca,<br />
acastañada do sol.<br />
Mau arrincando cascamelos verdes<br />
e bailaretes dun carballo.<br />
Xesteiro florido anaga a tarde<br />
de marelo intenso do ulido doce.<br />
A trote vai un cabalo.<br />
Silencio.<br />
Vida no son dende min,<br />
no son do rego ao lonxe,<br />
na abella acochada na ortiga,<br />
no vaivén da póla do loureiro<br />
que chama polo vento<br />
<i> Medos Romero</i><br />
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Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-64187342708206073042016-09-24T23:35:00.004+02:002016-12-14T17:05:01.765+01:00A Curuxa Do Pedrón<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Baixou a lúa<br />
rarear no trigo.<br />
Só a coruxa<br />
crocou a noite.<br />
Unha mau longa<br />
apaxea as medras<br />
do pan en flor.<br />
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Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-68453930222195604652016-04-19T22:02:00.001+02:002016-12-14T17:07:02.827+01:00Fraga de Ambosores<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A min somentes me importa esa paisaxe verde, </div>
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esa paisaxe eterna que é vida e agonía,</div>
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esa paisaxe que tece e que destece a alma</div>
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nun soño de ilusión que se non murcha.</div>
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Eu quero camiñar braviamente, fixo,</div>
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cara á carballeira misteriosa do non visto,</div>
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cara a un abrente teixo de resplandor obrizo</div>
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ou cara a esa sombra morna en que cantan os grilos.</div>
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Eu quero esta paisaxe verde, eterna, que está viva.</div>
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Manuel María</div>
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Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-54013950031492989472016-01-07T17:12:00.000+01:002016-04-09T21:56:57.054+02:00Cruz da Liñaza<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Custounos traballo atopala, pero por fin, grazas ás indicacións de dous veciños, Pablo do Cal e José de Cabana demos con ela, e realmente pagou a pena, non só pola beleza da cruz se non tamén a das rochas nas que está encravada, como se pode apreciar nas seguintes fotos.<br />
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Contan os vellos que nos tempos antigos, no lugar de Casateites, polas noites se viñan producindo roubos, tanto de cultivos coma de animais, mesmo algún dentro das vivendas, pero non eran capaces de pillar o ladrón, e así durante meses, ata que un bo día xa non volveron roubar, pero cal foi a súa sorpresa cando días despois dous labregos que se dirixían ao Lombo do Medio, atallando polos montes para acurtar camiño, ao chegar ao cume do monte atoparon os restos do corpo dunha muller que fora atacada polos lobos e xunto a ela un saco rachado con máis ou menos media arroba de liñaza ciscada polo chan, que botaran a faltar nunha das vivendas de Casateites. Como a muller non era coñecida, déronlle sepultura onde encontraron o corpo e levantaron unha cruz en sinal de advertencia para futuros rateiros.<br />
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Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-90874659063044137332015-12-13T19:37:00.000+01:002016-12-14T17:52:42.159+01:00Outono na Ribeira do Bispo (Río abaixo)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">O río dos meus soños.</span></b><br />
Esta brisa máxica do outono, de tardes cortas todavía, Camiñando en silencio, ollando as cores da natureza, que conmoven os sentidos e nos enchen de luz o corazón.<br />
Quero ter para ti as miñas verbas máis sinceras, recordar os outonos camiñando polas beiras de ríos e regatos, mentres vexo empobrecer o corazón da xente. Acontece entón que as miñas lembranzas no son as túas. A pesar de todo cando chega o outono e volto a pasear polos nosos ríos teño unha lembranza agarimosa<br />
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POEMAS AO OUTONO<br />
Agora que é Outono, miña amiga,<br />
miña amante e sinxela compañeira,<br />
habémonos chegar deica a ribeira<br />
onde a brisa deixou unha cantiga.<br />
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E que sexa Outono quen nos diga<br />
os segredos que ten a sementeira,<br />
como se foi espindo a carballeira<br />
e que promesas granarán na espiga.<br />
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Nós sabémonos puros e cumpridos<br />
ao sentirnos tan un e tan xunguidos<br />
nesta paisaxe lene e musical.<br />
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¿Non lembras, en Outonos xa vividos,<br />
ao río retratar no seu cristal<br />
os soños que coidábamos perdidos...?<br />
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<i> Manuel María</i><br />
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Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-52775983214490209492015-11-24T08:43:00.001+01:002016-02-03T17:53:55.828+01:00Sonia (Doma Natural)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Sonia, unha costarricense afincada nas Grañas do Sor</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">que se dedica a ensinar a montar e a doma de cabalos</span><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;">Pero esta é unha historia que vos contarei outro día.</span><br />
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O sábado a mediodía baixamos ata a Barcia, tiña ganas de ver como lle sentaba o outono ao muíño de Arganzo, este ano ven tan cálido que as cores non teñen eses contrastes tan fermosos dos outonos secos e fríos, pero, que se pode esperar, un sete de novembro con 23º a una do mediodía nas beiras do sor?, o día espectacular, un sol espléndido, os cabaliños do demo , verdes e azuis, voando por enriba das augas da canle do muíño, era imposible fotografalos, non paraban quietos.<br />
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O Sr. José e a súa Dona, coma sempre saíron a saudarnos, a verdade é que viven nun lugar privilexiado, a propiedade conta con un muíño de tres séculos que segue en activo, agora so en contadas ocasións. O Sr José é o último dunha saga familiar de muiñeiros que se dedica a moer trigo e maínzo en Arganzo, este muíño, que antano facíase imprescindible, aínda hoxe segue xerando a súa propia luz. Alí todo é artesanal, como nos seus inicios: as pezas vanse repoñendo, pero están elaboradas polo propio dono. A súa estrutura é simple: unha modesta edificación de pedra por cuxo interior discorre o tramo dun río previamente encaixado nunha canle que dá paso a unha especie de fervenza. <br />
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Cóntanos José que antano os lugareños baixaban ao muiño cunha moenda que chegaba aos 50 quilos a lombos dun burro por un camiño estreito, a congostra, onde sorteaban rutas que ían dende San Pantaleón, pasando por Ambosores, na provincia de Lugo, ata As Grañas. e nas festas máis importantes da zona, San Antonio, San Pantaleón e San Mamede, o forno non cesaba de cocer en tres días: cociñábanse durante estas festividades case un centenar de doces dunha repostaría única na zona: roscón de anís, biscoito, brazo de xitano, torta de améndoa e mazá, empanada... A nai de José poñía a fariña e cada un dos asistentes, o que podía achegar á celebración.<br />
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Hai uns anos na Voz de Galicia saíu unha reportaxe sobre o muíño de Arganzo.<br />
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Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-21412505954495598042015-11-04T08:42:00.001+01:002016-01-30T09:07:02.224+01:00Cruz de Subcementerio <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Según nos conta Cefucho no seu libriño " As Grañas do Sor o esplendor dunha parroquia rural (1940-1970).</i></div>
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Onde se atopa hoxe esta Cruz, frente ao Centro Social, habia antigamente unha encrucillada de camiños que partian con dirección a Casateite, O Candedo e a Fonte dos Frades. A primeiros dos anos 40 neste lugar, Cándida e Ramil -matrimonio con tres fillos- mantiveron aberta unha taberna nun caseto de madeira tapado cunha lona das mallas, mentras Xoán de María -o contratista- non acababa de poñer a cuberta da casa nova. A base deteriorada desta cruz, que vedes nas fotos, facía de mesa debaixo do toldo.</div>
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Tarde de outono, tarde de luces e sombras en O Pedrón, co paraugas nunha man e a cámara de fotos noutra, percorro ese kilometro que o separa de Pesegueiro, teño que abrir o paraugas un par de veces, pero merece a pena, as luces e as cores son estupendos, engalánanse cos amarelos, ocres e laranxas de toda a variedade de árbores autóctonas que crecen neste lugar, non me podo adentrar todo o que quixese nas leiras pois están pechadas con arame para evitar que se salga o gando e tampouco adentrome onde hai masas grandes ou pequenas de árbores porque hoxe é sábado, día de caza, e canto máis visible sexa mellor, polo que me limito a andar polos campos e os camiños, pero non por iso a tarde deixa de ser menos interesante, aquí déixovos unha pequena recompilación do que pode dar de se unha fermosa tarde de outono en O Pedrón.<br />
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Galiza outonal da decadencia,<br />
fogueira de chama amortecida,<br />
estraña lembranza desvaída,<br />
mar ilimitado de paciencia.<br />
Galiza vella, pobre herencia,<br />
patria asoballada e ofendida,<br />
mágoa arrepiante, sometida<br />
a séculos de dor e impotencia.<br />
Chanta, no fondo, boa semente,<br />
impón o dereito de vivir<br />
e ergue a túa voz iradamente.<br />
Olla con firmeza o teu porvir.<br />
¡Berra pola luz e pola xente<br />
e comeza, sen máis, a combatir!<br />
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<i> Manuel María , Poemas ao Outono</i><i> (1977)</i></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;"> A maciñeira está murcha</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">apodrecen as mazás pola aira</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">sin ninguén que as recolla</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">todos morreron hai anos</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">ninguén abre as ventás da casa grande</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">xa non fumea a chimenea</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">xa non miañan os gatos no alpendre</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">nin ouvea o can vello ó amencer</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">foron anos aqueles</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">nos que todo eran risas e gaitas.</span><br />
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<i> <span style="color: #b45f06;"> esther val, sempre en minúsculas </span></i><br />
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O día que lin este poema, souben que tiña que compartilo aquí (graciñas Esther)</div>
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Vedes a foto do hórreo, xa é vella (do ano 2006), esa foto namórome, fíxome sentir a necesidade de coñecer esta terra, palmo a palmo, o meu día a día non mo permite, pero non perdo a esperanza de pouco a pouco internarme máis e máis nesa parroquia e nos seus arredores, Uhna foto sinxela, unha árbore xigantesca en todo o seu esplendor e un hórreo case en ruínas, feita unha tarde de verán, pero impáctome, e quixen volver en outono e repetila, quixen vela coas cores de outono, pero non tiven a oportunidade, pero esta primavera volvín de novo un día cuberto de néboa e vino e sentín tristura e pena porque un día quizais non moi afastado xa non estará aí, xa non quedará nada, tan so algunha que outra pedra esparcida polo chan, pero gustoume o que vin e cada vez que pase polo Pedrón, mentres quede algo do vello hórreo eu volverei.<br />
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Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-77593588430404125682015-10-10T12:15:00.000+02:002016-01-30T09:13:17.326+01:00Os cogumelos das boñigas <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Estes son fungos estercoleros, as suas esporas germinan no estiércol dos rumiantes (vacas, cabalos, ...), en lugares asollados, durante a época de choiva, finais de setembro, outubro. A combinación da fermentación-descomposición do estiércol coas choivas e temperaturas elevadas fai que as esporas germinen e creza o micelio que logo produce cogumelos..</div>
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Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-58640212151523792362015-08-04T15:19:00.001+02:002016-01-30T09:10:34.678+01:00AS LAGARTIXAS DE PESEGUEIRO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A lagartixa ao sol ardente vive<br />
E fazendo verão o corpo espicha:<br />
O clarão de teus olhos me dá vida,<br />
Tu és o sol e eu sou a lagartixa.<br />
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Amo-te como o vinho e como o sono,<br />
Tu és meu copo e amoroso leito...<br />
Mas teu néctar de amor jamais se esgota,<br />
Travesseiro não há como teu peito.<br />
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Posso agora viver: para coroas<br />
Não preciso no prado colher flores;<br />
Engrinaldo melhor a minha fronte<br />
Nas rosas mais gentis de teus amores<br />
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Vale todo um harém a minha bela,<br />
Em fazer-me ditoso ela capricha...<br />
Vivo ao sol de seus olhos namorados,<br />
Como ao sol de verão a lagartixa.<br />
<i> Álvares de Azevedo </i><br />
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Quero que o vento<br />
me arrandee o corazón,<br />
me percorra os ollos,<br />
me bata na face,<br />
se me ensarille nos cabelos<br />
e me abra, dunha vez para sempre,<br />
as portas pechadas do sorriso.<br />
<i>(fragmento dun poema do libro "Cecais hai unha luz" do poeta Manuel María)</i><br />
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Quizais isto era o que pasaba pola miña cabeza unha tarde de inverno, mentres fotografaba os líquens nos vellos arbores que aínda quedan ao lado da fonte de Pesegueiro, ao ver pasar á miña sogra atallando polas eiras devolta de O Pedrón.<br />
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<i>Dolmen de Forno dos Mouros</i> (A tradición oral refire que por San Xoán, cando saen tódolos encantos, pódese ver unha galiña cunha rolada de pitos de ouro. Á tardiña, volve desaparecer no interior daquelas pedras para gardar un ano máis, o seu tesouro inalcanzable.) ou Pena Branca, na Serra da Faladoira. Formado por sete ortostatos de cuarcita na cámara e dous no corredor. Mide 3,20 x 3 metros. Moi preto do Dolmen de Forno dos Mouros encóntrase o túmulo sobre o que está chantado un cruceiro monolítico de lousa que alcanza uns 2 m de altura. Coñécese como Cristo dá Faladora ou Cruz de Alvar González<br />
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e "parece simbolizar de xeito farto expresiva naquelas desoladas alturas, o triunfo do cristianismo sobre os primitivos cultos pagáns. Ata sería probable que a gran lousa de que foi recortado procedese da cuberta dalgún dos próximos dolmens!". É o único cruceiro galego sobre túmulo megalítico.<br />
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Un pouco máis adiante atopanse cinco túmulos que compoñen A necrópolis do alto da serra da Faladoira que están precedidos polo sur por un menhir de 3.88 m de lonxitude que podería ter servido como fito do camiño visible dende o Cristo dá Faladora. O monolito foi descrito por Barros Sivelo como menhir de demarcación, xa que por esta dorsal corre tamén o límite parroquial Ortigueira-Mañón. </div>
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Alindaba na vaca, na beira do río, e de cando en vez, botaba unha toqueada<br />
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<i><span style="color: #274e13;">E lle falaban as berzas</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #274e13;">e lle susurraban en sonos</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #274e13;">seica nos esquecidos ollos</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #274e13;">estiveron os canhotos</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #274e13;">coidando cas súas lembranzas </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #274e13;">foran so antergos recordos</span></i></div>
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<i style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Este poema non estaba na entrada orixinal, é un comentario dun amigo, pero gustoume tanto que quero que todos o poidan disfrutar.</span></i><br />
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Chushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00576876720959889374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799851840407343574.post-29057697875950326002014-02-22T09:36:00.003+01:002014-02-22T09:38:19.903+01:00A IGREXA DE SANTA MARIA DE MAÑON<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://anuariobrigantino.betanzos.net/Ab2000PDF/2000_379_422.pdf"><b>A igrexa de Santa María de Mañón</b></a> alberga unhas pinturas murais realizadas, en dous</div>
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