tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68260362008-11-18T22:34:32.402Znoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.comBlogger369125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-79740036596532793712008-11-13T17:39:00.002Z2008-11-13T17:41:36.518Z<div style="text-align: justify;">tés un poema<br />escrito na cara,<br />a boca envolta<br />en fume e cervexa.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e tés os ollos do interior.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">de carballo verde.</span><br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-72550298505196095402008-11-09T17:49:00.004Z2008-11-09T18:01:05.850Z<div style="text-align: justify;">quérome vestir de antroido. para bailar.<br />porque todo é máis fácil cunha saia de flores. <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">violeta.</span><br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-88147617676981966202008-11-04T20:59:00.002Z2008-11-04T21:04:18.355Z<div style="text-align: justify;">marabilla conducir. soa. chove a chuzos. e escoito <a href="http://atolemia.blogspot.com/2008/10/llume-quempallou.html">l.lume</a>.<br />o malo é que vou durmir á miña casa. en vez de ir á túa.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">*edito 30 segundos máis tarde para poñer esta nota<br />porque acabo de acordarme de que hoxe hai dous anos exactos<br /> que <a href="http://atolemia.blogspot.com/2006/11/brun-brun.html">conducín soa por primeira vez</a>.<br />que casualidá.<br />e foi polo mesmo motivo.<br /></span></div></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-55315649201822237822008-10-31T20:33:00.003Z2008-10-31T20:35:25.278Z<div style="text-align: justify;">heite conquistar ainda que non me sexas veciño.<br />e todo perda encanto.<br />seica hoxe é noite de bruxas.<br />vaite velando.</div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-87016988801611588622008-10-30T17:24:00.001Z2008-10-30T17:26:11.889Z<div style="text-align: justify;">foi unha desas frases que sacadas de contexto soan a gloria.<br />e deixoume en estado de néboa. soñando.<br />co onte. e co antonte.<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-23357952476047201562008-10-27T22:11:00.005Z2008-10-27T22:23:05.938Z<div style="text-align: justify;">quítame o armazón.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">quítamo! </span><br />quítamo!<br />que mo quites!<br />que me afogo!<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-4969188391699644192008-10-26T18:37:00.008Z2008-10-26T18:48:50.609Z<div style="text-align: justify;">non hai ganas. nin ron.<br />nin ostias en vinagre!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">*</span> <a href="http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=bc0a1b2">caminando en círculos - quique gonzález</a></span><br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-84717057952716162142008-10-24T17:40:00.005+01:002008-10-24T17:56:38.422+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">quen me dera que fora agosto. festa no embalse e no souto. e todo o mes de setembro por diante... tantos venres. e as ganas e o ron. qué desesperación... as horas.</div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-450226308441139482008-10-21T18:33:00.005+01:002008-10-21T19:36:21.954+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">teño hoxe o día de querer que me recollas.<br />para ver chover. <span style="font-weight: bold;">acolá, naquel alto.</span><br /><br />e dame por ler poemas.<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=86f27a3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-39560277738683111432008-10-18T18:54:00.002+01:002008-10-18T18:04:31.302+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wFCBRAe28g/SPoVq2ZQGMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KYJmuuussnM/s1600-h/empanada.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wFCBRAe28g/SPoVq2ZQGMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KYJmuuussnM/s400/empanada.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258539340808591554" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />...<span style="font-weight: bold;">a casa</span>, as foliadas, os bancos, o amor, o caldo, as chaquetas de lá, a leña, o amor, o paseo, os cerrotos, o amor, o valado, a columna, o polo asado, o amor, o Camiño, <span style="font-weight: bold;">o pan</span>, unha pequena, o magosto, o amor, a festa na aira, os libros, o amor, os chourizos, o teatro, o amor...<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-89088445978157598562008-10-16T17:06:00.001+01:002008-10-16T17:08:39.995+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">pérdesme.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">variadamente.<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-74314612087121198842008-10-05T20:33:00.002+01:002008-10-05T20:36:00.295+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">hai algo que me namora máis que estar contigo.<br />estar contigo na túa terra.<br /></div><br />...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">ti es un milagre da terra<br />e a terra é un milagre teu.<br /><br />Fuxan os Ventos - Muller.<br /></span></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-64094911046211420742008-10-01T22:57:00.001+01:002008-10-02T15:05:46.649+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wFCBRAe28g/SOPyfk8EAmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BrAciNBq-gM/s1600-h/paseo.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__wFCBRAe28g/SOPyfk8EAmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BrAciNBq-gM/s400/paseo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252308214749594210" border="0" /></a> lévame, meu queridiño, que eu tamén quero bailar.<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-14518006285244514692008-09-26T21:00:00.004+01:002008-09-26T21:04:43.088+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">ela sae tecendo a trenza de irse á cama.<br /><br />- que fas, que non vés?<br />- fumo, amor. e escoito.<br /><br />veulle un calafrío co vento, e tapou o peito cruzando a chaqueta.<br /><br />- imos logo.<br /><br />e un bico na fronte.<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-51582063619107032542008-09-25T15:09:00.005+01:002008-09-25T15:20:45.392+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">chegou o tempo triste. xa non sae o sol en monforte ás mañás. e fai moito frío. en todos os sitios. volve o tempo de ser a cantaruxa (<span style="font-style: italic;">...cantaruxiña, filla da cantaruxeira, toda a semana na cama e o domingo na carreira</span>). e, normalmente, todo esto gústame. pero hoxe non.</div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-18434533704625732252008-09-22T22:30:00.004+01:002008-09-22T22:43:15.587+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">chegou o outono onte calándonos fondo. coma <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6R1eqa0a6k">bunbury</a>. ata os ósos. dámonos ben bailando. e xa todo o mundo sabe o que importa eso.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*como non, d'Os Eidos de Novoneyra.</span><br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-44661628020687235092008-09-17T12:51:00.005+01:002008-09-17T22:28:09.157+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.fondosbibliograficos.com/libros/catalog/product_info.php/products_id/L001425?osCsid=2ocojs7372cid5650nqf1dr0h5">Os Eidos</a>, ti e eu formariamos un trío caralludo.<br />porque me gustas máis que o Courel dende unha moto.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >A MARÍA MARIÑO</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Cantos outonos e longos invernos</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >pasando a ollada -espello a espello-</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >da coor dos teus ollos á coor do ucedo.</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Uxío Novoneyra. Os Eidos.</span><br /></div></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-27095530284973035742008-09-15T23:30:00.006+01:002008-09-16T00:11:24.586+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">hoxe, hai unha lúa marabilla. e impórtame. porque hai festa en rubián. e tu estarás bailando con outra en vez de comigo.<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-23622327777683897222008-09-14T22:04:00.002+01:002008-09-14T22:06:37.983+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">teño que pensar como fago pra decirche que por moito que cante, baile, ría ou fale... a min o que me gusta eres tu. e o teu xeito.<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-17869017266653918392008-09-12T00:40:00.002+01:002008-09-12T00:43:55.270+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">a onde emigraron todas as mulleres que quixen ser?<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-90299407730696208012008-09-10T01:37:00.003+01:002008-09-10T01:49:30.727+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">dende que, gracias á outra <a href="http://todotoxos.blogspot.com/">noa</a>, me namorei <a href="http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=2be732e">desta canción</a>, cada vez que a escoito óiote a ti dicindo... <span style="font-style: italic;">a ugia, a ugia, a </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.folque.com/musica-marful/wp/?page_id=4">ugia</a>... coma un eco. e recórdame á noite aquela...<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-25671651675131476482008-09-09T15:27:00.002+01:002008-09-09T15:35:17.048+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">non me chega a hora de volver tecer sen présa. poderemos este outono apañar cerrotos na terra brava? meu pai di que si. e el é o que entende. tamén a sensación de estar xa na próxima estación me vén antes de tempo. a día nove.<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-80545696448973977162008-09-08T00:09:00.002+01:002008-09-08T11:17:31.708+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">xa me está chegando a hora de morrer coas ganas de verte.<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-47511392844166632602008-09-06T15:15:00.004+01:002008-09-06T15:27:14.837+01:00e chegará o outono cheo de aire e auga.<br /><span>sen ti.vida!</span>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826036.post-34430378514335496872008-09-04T15:15:00.001+01:002008-09-04T15:16:41.192+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">unha flor riba da miña mesa dime tódalas noites que agora xa non suspiro.<br /></div>noahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11743905105655163217cabezatola@gmail.com4