tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51466838767957506332008-07-24T00:15:34.075+02:00El Regatumininnoreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-86530174509659796272008-07-05T18:15:00.003+02:002008-07-17T15:14:19.624+02:00Villa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/SG-eW1uprrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AkNzeYD6G5I/s1600-h/2635461330_a03574ecb6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564608362753714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/SG-eW1uprrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AkNzeYD6G5I/s200/2635461330_a03574ecb6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Villa. yes el mas grande. Gracies "gallu"</span></span> </div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-59937821040767192612008-06-20T20:41:00.001+02:002008-06-20T20:45:57.736+02:00Nacion Astur<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Si la lluz pudiere ser amada</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;"> o la tierra poseyida o les estrelles,</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">enxamás les amaria tantu como a ti</span></span></div><br /><br /><P ALIGN="center"><object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfwCnhcUo1M&hl=es&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfwCnhcUo1M&hl=es&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349"></embed></object>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-14888098536055174422008-06-06T13:06:00.006+02:002008-07-18T12:32:03.727+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/SGAeFTpZ09I/AAAAAAAAAKw/uFeowf_BKHE/s1600-h/gse_multipart47098.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/SGAeFTpZ09I/AAAAAAAAAKw/uFeowf_BKHE/s200/gse_multipart47098.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215201445017146322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Y tu pues facelo en:</span></span> <a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.doilacara.net/">http://www.doilacara.net/</a><br /></div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-4382733049283659862008-06-06T12:45:00.007+02:002008-07-14T12:05:16.224+02:00como tu yes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/SEkYX1YlArI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rOhGa2_PHRE/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/SEkYX1YlArI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rOhGa2_PHRE/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208721241776915122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >CÓMO TU YES<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Yá ta tapeciendo Asturies</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >pol mio corazón adientro</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >fainme yá sombra les penes</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >pero yo yá nun t'alcuentro,</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Quise ser como tu yes,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >borrina llume y formientu,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >ser pequeñu col humilde,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >grandón col altaneru,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >apacible col benditu</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >col babayu pendencieru,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >xenerosu col amigu</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >col tiranu guerreru.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Y agora que toa t'empines</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >llamando a conceyu abiertu</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >agora, Asturies del suañu</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >nin t'alcuentro nin m' alcuentro.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Por eso vengo a decivos</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >coles vidayes ferviendo</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >dir alcontrala vosotros</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >que yo yá nun temgo tiempu,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >dir alcontrala vosotros</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >que yo yá la tengo dientro<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > Xosé Benitu Alvarez-Buiya.</span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > </span><br /></div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-10142639389546221352008-05-19T23:31:00.009+02:002008-05-27T00:15:23.682+02:00Ñeda<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/SDHywXmZLKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vKaTv1AT2ok/s1600-h/Nieda.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 285px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/SDHywXmZLKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vKaTv1AT2ok/s200/Nieda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202205957372325026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >EL MIO PUEBLU, LA SO XENTE</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><br /><br /></span></span><br /></div><br /><P ALIGN="center"><object height="373" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTTK59Ozv1M&hl=es&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GTTK59Ozv1M&hl=es&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="273" width="325"></embed></object><div style="text-align: right;"><object height="373" width="425"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5146683876795750633&postID=1014263938954622135" align="middle" /></object></div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-86338868031680633262008-03-22T19:32:00.006+01:002008-06-20T16:07:50.316+02:00Xosé Antón García<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/R-VUl2FrKtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6Jb-Ha8Y98c/s1600-h/pelayoimagen1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/R-VUl2FrKtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6Jb-Ha8Y98c/s200/pelayoimagen1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180639955510831826" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span><span style="font-family:arial;">Onde escucó l'alma</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span><span style="font-family:arial;">aposentada n'otra casa</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span><span style="font-family:arial;">hai cien años perdida ente xábu,</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span><span style="font-family:arial;">castaños,ortigues,artos,</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span><span style="font-family:arial;">felechos,árboles del tiempu.<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />|</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Pelos picolinos del cielu<br />muévese l'esguil nerviosu,<br />seyendo quicias feliz</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ensin pensar que la muerte<br />vive tamién no cimero<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/R-VWDGFrKuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ui1FIj80CtU/s1600-h/guerreroastur.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/R-VWDGFrKuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ui1FIj80CtU/s200/guerreroastur.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180641557533633250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></span></span></div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-50598871099502579552008-02-15T00:28:00.008+01:002008-06-20T16:09:11.471+02:00Cantares<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llewpVAwEhQ"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"> Al mirar morrer el sol</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">na cumbrera del puertu,</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">vi soledá nel camín</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">mientres durmía'l vientu.</span></span></a></div><br /><br /><br /> <p align="center"><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"><param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="file=b7bfe40"><param name="quality" value="high"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=b7bfe40" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /> </p><p align="center"><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"><param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="file=38951c8"><param name="quality" value="high"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=38951c8" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"></embed></object></p>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-54277563509641040452008-02-09T17:28:00.007+01:002008-06-20T16:09:43.919+02:00El Gaitero<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/R63XgM-boNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dhnoqivHiRE/s1600-h/gaitn31076.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 175px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/R63XgM-boNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dhnoqivHiRE/s200/gaitn31076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165021295902695634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Los Dioses l.levantaronse folixeros</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >y asoleyaron Asturies </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >ficieron una Gaita...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >y ñacio Xua</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >cu...</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPq7XUVxlXA&hl=es"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPq7XUVxlXA&hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"></embed></object></p></span>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-90588469030516220922008-02-06T00:22:00.003+01:002008-06-20T16:10:28.275+02:00Asturiania<p align="center"><object height="373" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjZlpmJg8so&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZjZlpmJg8so&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="273" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > per guapu cantar de llan de cubel. ¡ hai que escucha-lu!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />duelme'l ver que la tierrina<br />se fai cada vez mas mala<br />ya de las mias mocedades<br />nun-y queda güei nin la fala<br />¡homes!.los homes d'antañu<br />falaxe'l qu'ellos falaben<br />todu dafechu n'asturianu<br />güei que cruzo estrañu suelu<br />muerro de melanconia<br />¿aun tan los mios asturianos?<br />¿aun tan las asturias mias?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-60896193802319953282008-01-26T21:04:00.013+01:002008-07-16T01:02:01.117+02:00n'alcordanza<p align="center"><object height="149" width="225"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkqOqj2PgcQ&hl=es&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkqOqj2PgcQ&hl=es&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="349" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">como una gota d'orbayu<br /><br />desengolandose d'un aleru<br /><br />y debaxu,<br /><br />la mar:<br /><br />mirandonos colos güeyos abiertos<br /><br />y siempre na boca<br /><br />una sonrisa moyada...</span></div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-45438588692980999232007-11-10T20:05:00.001+01:002008-06-20T14:31:08.964+02:00Patria Astur<div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/RzYBjV4mgLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mEaVd7KVx_Y/s1600-h/asturias2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131290532116857010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/RzYBjV4mgLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mEaVd7KVx_Y/s320/asturias2.gif" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">dichosu aquél que nun oye</span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">más música que la gaita</span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">nin lu ximielga otru son</span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">qu'el xiringüelu o la danza</span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">nin tien más fe que la fe </span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de los sos pas heredada,</span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">nin calez con otru sol</span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">qu'el sol de so Patria. </span></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"> </p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"> </p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span> </p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131317959778009282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 286px; height: 183px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/RzYaf14mgMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AQ7RkFRAGAg/s320/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" height="143" width="221" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Asturias, pátria querida.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Asturies de mios amores</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">¡Ay.! quien tuviera n'Asturies</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">en toes les ocasiones</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">tengo subir al Urriellu</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">a coyer la roxa flor</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">tengo llevala n'el puñu</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">del Eo a Tinamayor</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">del Eo a Tinamayor</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">voi diciendo-i al mio pueblu:</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">¡ puxemos per la rexion !</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">puxemos per la rexion</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">tengo subir al Urriellu</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">a coyer la roxa flor</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Asturias . patria querida</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">yes el trabayu y el llar</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">xuntemos nuestra bandera</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">cantemos la lliberta.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">si el cielu ye de los páxaros.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">la mar ye del pescaor.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">la mina de los mineros.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">la tierra del llabrador.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">tengo subir al Urriellu</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">a coyer la roxa flor</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">tengo llevala ne'l puñu</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">del Eo a Tinamayor</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> del Eo aTinamayor</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">voi diciendo-i a mio pueblu:</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">¡ puxemos per la rexión !</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Asturias patria querida</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Asturies de mios amores</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">¡ Ay ! quien tuviera n'Asturies</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">en toes les ocasiones</span></span><br /></span><br />¡¡ PUXA ASTURIES !!<br /></p>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-21682569767040871682007-07-20T19:21:00.001+02:002008-06-20T14:29:01.111+02:00Tierra lexana.<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/RqECIFuxpQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ALTo9Gu_hd0/s1600-h/gse_multipart47101.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089351391905948930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/RqECIFuxpQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ALTo9Gu_hd0/s320/gse_multipart47101.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Trainos, por Dios, cuando vengas </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />A aportar a estos llugares, </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Engüeltos en tos dobleces </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />D’esos regatos los ayes, </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Los sones de les campanes, </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Los escuchos de los llares, </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />El rutir de los cachones </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />En la llastra al estrellase, </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />De las fontes los bulleros, </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Los murmullos de los árboles, </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Del xilguerín y el miruellu </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Los cánticos celestiales, </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />El runcir del saltapraos </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Y del grillu el son constante, </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Y, en fin, los ecos de todo, </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Que hai equí quien se rellame </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Cuando–y falan de la tierra </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />En so nativu llinguaxe...</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">GARCÍA PELÁEZ, Ángel.</div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-20721358175182090062007-06-08T22:57:00.001+02:002008-03-15T22:10:57.160+01:00Enxamas Caleyaran Solos<div align="center"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6R8iOekxu20" width="425" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Yá llegó La Pita col deu acusador<br />p'apuntar al presidente, presidente represor.<br /><br />¡LAsturianu llingua oficial!<br />¡LAsturianu llingua oficial!<br />¡LAsturianu llingua oficial! </span></div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-79350082361496748272007-06-08T21:08:00.000+02:002007-11-10T22:53:54.433+01:00Coses de la Tierrina<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/Rmmrcdg9gOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tR4qpKQ2hw0/s1600-h/logo_principado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073774960657137890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/Rmmrcdg9gOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tR4qpKQ2hw0/s320/logo_principado.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Na flor de la cerezal</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">que priende la primavera.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nel cantar de los carbayos </span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">y nel vientu que lu lleva</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">. Nel llagu de los tos güeyos </span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">au fai remolín el tiempu. </span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nos pegollos que sostienen</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">colleches d'amor y empeñu.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nellos poso'l corazón,</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">nellos pongo la esperanza,</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">la grana azul del futuru</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">y la flor de l'acordanza.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nel agua de los regueros,</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">del borrín y de la prúa.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Na esencia del alicorniu</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nel creciente de la lluna.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nes tierres de pan. </span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nes sebes de malvises y raitanes</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">. Na voz escura del monte</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">. Na voz antigua del sangre.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nellos poso'l corazón,</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">nellos pongo la esperanza,</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">la grana azul del futuru </span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">y la flor de l'acordanza. </span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nos altos picos que vuelen </span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">los airones y les ailes.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nel secretu que la mar</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">guarda en roncheles y playes.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nel ciernu de la memoria. </span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nes ferramientes gastaes</span>.</p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nes palabres que ñacienon</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">cabo'l fueu de vieyos llares.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nellos poso'l corazón,</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">nellos pongo la esperanza,</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">la grana azul del futuru </span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">y la flor de l'acordanza.</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lletra: Fernando Alvárez-Balbuena </span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073775244124979442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="45" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/Rmmrs9g9gPI/AAAAAAAAADY/gsHKxIcdUEs/s320/gse_multipart16469.gif" width="88" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></p>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-58724792337981327532007-05-25T17:15:00.000+02:002007-11-10T23:21:16.979+01:00Fala<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/Rlb-p5YsGCI/AAAAAAAAADA/oNzR09t_qDo/s1600-h/051227172415asturi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068518426384537634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="126" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/Rlb-p5YsGCI/AAAAAAAAADA/oNzR09t_qDo/s320/051227172415asturi.jpg" width="158" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Atiendi Asturies<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Atiendi Asturies atiendi,<br />lo que falo na to fala,<br />anque nos oyíos tengas,<br />muncha llingua castellana.<br />Sé que sofristi abondu<br />que fuisti más nueche qu´alba<br />que fixisti too dafechu<br />lo que sentíes pel alma.<br />Sélo bien , pero'l dolor<br />golviósete una mordaza<br />dexándote a fuerza sombra<br />una llaceria na fala.<br />Esa llaceria espardióse<br />como una postiella gafa<br />fendió to llingua llariega<br />fasta torgate falala.<br />Y la hestoria que pulsiasti<br />cola pallabra bien alta,<br />quedando fo callandina<br />como ensin alcordanza.<br />Y ensin alcordanza un pueblu<br />nun tien futuru a la llarga.<br />Atiendi Asturies, atiendi,<br />lo que falo na to fala. </div></span>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-64813790436946231012007-05-19T22:37:00.000+02:002007-11-10T22:25:39.367+01:00Entruga<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Reteyando una panera..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vicenton el Resecau</span>..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">cayo d'enriba el teyau..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">de llombu a la carretera..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Pinto alli la curandera..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">riecentando:<<¡hai que trayer..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">agua pa esti home beber!>></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">ya Vicenton permohino..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">entrugo ¿pa beber vinu?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">¿de que altura hai que cayer?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066378544828651522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/Rk9kcZYsGAI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y-9YnB-FdsU/s320/image023.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-63021668562224618542007-05-11T17:05:00.002+02:002008-05-27T00:32:48.480+02:00Conciertu 2007<P ALIGN="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vc6a1nYGU2s&rel=" color1="0x234900&color2=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" border="0" height="255" width="425"></embed><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">A vegaes</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >camiento cansáu</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >que nin siquiera sabrán</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >que tuviemos equí,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >asoleyando un país</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >que cayó una nueche a la mar,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >y na mar y na nueche lu quixeren dexar.</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/4m1tjc0.gif" border="0" /></a></div> <p></p>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-76442872242385527002007-05-11T15:56:00.001+02:002007-11-10T22:21:35.222+01:00Asturies<div align="center"><br /><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="289" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/4th2am8.jpg" width="322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">AL BAXAR EL PUERTU BRAÑA..<br /><br />TAN ESCRITES ESTES LLETRES..<br /><br />ASTURIES LLEVANTA'L PUÑU..<br /><br />PA BALTAR AL QUE T'AFUEGA..<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/4l65cmw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-64691605994829542192007-05-11T15:38:00.002+02:002008-02-07T10:09:24.352+01:00El mio Pais<div align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/4lyis06.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">POR GRANDE QUE SEYA, UN PAIS <br /><br /><br />SIEMPRE SERA MAS PEQUEÑU QUE'L MUNDU<br /><br /><br />PERO POR PEQUEÑU QUE SEYA<br /><br /><br />ENXAMAS DEXA DE SER UN PAIS...<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img height="56" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i4.tinypic.com/5yt8bv9.gif" width="367" border="0" /></a> </div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-71814286172674712232007-05-09T09:37:00.000+02:002007-11-10T22:42:51.723+01:00Canciu<div align="center">SI ENTRUGES A LOS VIEYOS, POLA SO MOCEDA.. </div><div align="center"><br />VAN DECITE D'ESTI MUNDIU, QUE NUN YERA IGUAL..</div><div align="center"><br />VAN CONTATE UNES HESTORIES, QUE RECORDARAN.. </div><div align="center"><br />UNA TIERRA ENSIN MALEZA, QUE YA NUN TORNARA .. </div><div align="center"><br />ESTI MUNDIU YA NUN SABE, COMU ALENDAR.. </div><div align="center"><br />L'OZONU BUSCA UN SITIU, PER ONDE COLAR.. </div><div align="center"><br />NUESOS RIOS YA NUN PUEDEN, CON MAS SUCIEDA.. </div><div align="center"><br />Y LOS PROBES DE LA TIERRA, CADA VEZ SON MAS.. </div><div align="center"><br />CUANTES PREBES NUCLEARES,HAI QUE CELLEBRAR.. </div><div align="center"><br />CUANTOS ATOMOS MORTALES, HAI QUE LLIBERAR.. </div><div align="center"><br />CUANTES VIDES INOCENTES, TIENEN QUE SEGAR.. </div><div align="center"><br />PA QUE SE FARTUQUEN, LOS HOMES DE MAL.. </div><div align="center"><br />CUANTES BIESQUES DE LA TIERRA, TIENEN QUE QUEMAR.. </div><div align="center"><br />CUANTES CONFERENCIES, PA FALAR DE PAZ.. </div><div align="center"><br />CUANTOS NEÑOS EN SIN VIDA, HAI QUE ASOLEYAR.. </div><div align="center"><br />PA QUE LOS GOBIERNOS, DIGAN BASTA YA.. </div><div align="center"><br />QUE VAMOS DEXAR, A LA NUESA MOCEDA.. </div><div align="center"><br />QUE VAN A PENSAR, SI AQUI NUN DEXAMOS D'ESTROBAR.. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-25932246652925970022007-05-09T09:22:00.000+02:002007-11-10T22:33:05.232+01:00Tonada<p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/4plbeqc.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Ñeda... del mio querer..<br /><br /><br />pa ti ye la mio tonada..<br /><br /><br /><br />el tarren onde ñaci..<br /><br /><br />tengolu llancau nel alma....<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/53jr9n6.gif" border="0" /></a> </div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-91873379031356628722007-05-05T23:52:00.000+02:002007-11-10T22:44:20.725+01:00Dixebra p'Asturies<p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/Rjz9C-sXAkI/AAAAAAAAACA/0cNvbaEyazU/s1600-h/Asturcon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061198308888216130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/Rjz9C-sXAkI/AAAAAAAAACA/0cNvbaEyazU/s320/Asturcon.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Asturies</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vamos dexar de vivir</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de gaita sidra y tambor</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de la Santina na cueva </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">y de castros baxo'l sol </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Oyense voces falando</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de pueblos y lliberta</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de roses llorando espines</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de palombes y un riscal</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Xunto la fabrica encesa</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">la mina prieta , la mar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">y la secha ensin llabrar:</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">asperasmote pruyendo </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">por vivir pallabres vieyes</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">comu pueblu, home y llar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pruyemos un pueblu llibre:</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">que ñome cola xo voz</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">los sos collacios y el pan</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">pruyemos un pueblu llibre</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">y una Asturies dixebra.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061206134318629458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/Rj0EKesXAlI/AAAAAAAAACI/bYQnAdChu24/s320/pegadi1.gif" border="0" />mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-53089936059276440202007-05-05T22:36:00.000+02:002007-11-10T22:50:06.212+01:00Areces L'Andaluz<p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/4kakpol.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Jose Montilla,presidente de Cataluña. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ñaciu en Cordoba </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Conoz, fala y respeta el Catalan....<br /><br /></span><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="303" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/53otl3n.jpg" width="293" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vicente Alvarez, presidente d'Asturies </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ñaciu en Xixon ( so Pa, ye Andaluz ) </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ni conoz, ni fala y non quier qu'otros falen l'Asturianu... </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Los vezos Astures, con elli van escaecer... </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Esti piensa, llei y escribi n'andaluz... </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">FORA CON ELLI..<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="248" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/4m7kbk5.gif" width="200" border="0" /></a> </div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-13562008710483714222007-05-04T12:22:00.000+02:002007-11-10T22:48:59.107+01:00Areces:hai qu'echalu...<p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/66mbyih.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">PERO NUN VAMOS DEXALU</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/6be38rm.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>mininnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146683876795750633.post-42454264968331067912007-05-04T10:39:00.001+02:002008-04-05T18:25:07.426+02:00Oda a mio Güela<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/RjrxmusXAdI/AAAAAAAAABI/i1DRFbSrU4M/s1600-h/1177577532_1177577508_8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060622778975584722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/RjrxmusXAdI/AAAAAAAAABI/i1DRFbSrU4M/s320/1177577532_1177577508_8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Xela nel monte, nos altos tamien Xela.. </span></strong></p><strong></strong><p align="center"><strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Xela nel valle, y na vega, Xela.. </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">y la mio xelada alma ... </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">namas pue calecer ... </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">nel somantu, la mio güela... </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">con xo Xelada alma ... </span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>en la mio Ñeda.... </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>N'ACORDANZA</strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079297700189274370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MDkEEnyMgd4/Rn1KWNg9gQI/AAAAAAAAADg/Thh-wpfiMQw/s320/1177318716_tio.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Dicin que de la Güela........<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Los besinos son de Miel...</span></div><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"></p><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" >ONDE PINGA L'ORPIN. ..<br />NUN PINGA EL SOL ..<br />NI MUERRES TU... ..</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"Ya me provez el tiempu de nun vete"..</span></span><br /></span></p><p align="center"></p>mininnoreply@blogger.com