tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338607292024-03-19T06:17:50.824+02:00Cabodomundonhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-44901270885415069532011-11-23T11:23:00.001+02:002012-02-14T10:01:25.324+02:00Horizonte de expectativas<div align="justify"></div>
<div align="justify">A miña primeira idea era reflexionar sobre o ineludíbel exercicio de honestidade que todo creador debería enfrontar ao rematar unha obra. A clásica cuestión sobre se un traballo alleo cumple coas expectativas que te creou nun principio. Horizonte de expectativas, pero á inversa.
Si, a miña idea era reflexionar sobre o xeito de contestar a preguntas imprecindíbeis: con que criterios xulgar a propia obra e de que forma aplicalos? Como acadar a distancia estética precisa que permita decidir en que medida se cumpliron os obxectivos que se tiñan ao inicio do proceso?
A primeira idea era profundar nesa dirección. Era pero, como ocorre tantas veces no medio dun proceso creativo, decidín parar. Decateime de que sería preferible agardar e permitir que a idea madurecese; se non tiña nada interesante que dicir mellor sería... </div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-28043133787875973672011-10-27T00:34:00.002+02:002011-10-27T00:37:32.614+02:00Gume<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNzKfhRfuO6ctByEKfGnUICaBvjwTLWZmSV3vrsgvx5QEQ4hIp80J_wHmbWC84TFnpU_M2RdjCLF9EE7jJ6d2i9LSopn0uxh8OFsPrkZbg58OBUJfjQ4uydLzb_e8vLEW6B99Eg/s1600/Cota-ou-gume.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667933295843810114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNzKfhRfuO6ctByEKfGnUICaBvjwTLWZmSV3vrsgvx5QEQ4hIp80J_wHmbWC84TFnpU_M2RdjCLF9EE7jJ6d2i9LSopn0uxh8OFsPrkZbg58OBUJfjQ4uydLzb_e8vLEW6B99Eg/s320/Cota-ou-gume.jpg" /></a>
Ás veces xogas: enredas enchendo páxinas, ateigando o lenzo de materia, dando forma ao espazo…; enfocas, constrúes e deconstrúes, conxugas verbos, xogas cos volumes e a sintaxe, domeas dimensións… Ás veces, de noite, acósache o desvelo, confundes imaxes na vixilia; o tempo pasa, arrincas as agullas do reloxo. Ás veces deixaste levar pola tentación: fantaseas e ficcionas, perseveras na procura de respostas… Ás veces, moitas veces, percorres con deleite o gume da cóitela; rózala lenta, levemente, coa punta dos dedos, pero, por máis que persistes, no reloxo sen agullas o tempo non transcorre… Ás veces xogas, sinxelamente xogas, deixaste levar pola brincadeira: ás veces… recortas, pintas, coloreas</div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-64113305106556225182009-10-30T17:51:00.003+02:002009-10-30T18:05:14.714+02:0010 motivos para ler Sol de Inverno<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_c2w9ynMmDJM6TaeuNZ92_4AiBkVuy3zPT1cyabD7DLTlo5x5r1yRVydtBwXgOeruSsDsIon0oveedTjcL3LOaQ11RkgyOJeuFGGKXzT-vjFZl9Z1K1CJH861h0BzVIA7ODkYxQ/s1600-h/XG001660012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_c2w9ynMmDJM6TaeuNZ92_4AiBkVuy3zPT1cyabD7DLTlo5x5r1yRVydtBwXgOeruSsDsIon0oveedTjcL3LOaQ11RkgyOJeuFGGKXzT-vjFZl9Z1K1CJH861h0BzVIA7ODkYxQ/s320/XG001660012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398423649328432562" border="0" /></a><meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"> <title></title> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0 (Linux)"> <style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> </style><ol><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:16;">Estamos a falar do </span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:16;"><b>Premio xerais</b></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:16;"> de novela. Despois de 30 anos unha garantía máis que contrastada de calidade literaria.</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:16;">Un segundo motivo é a </span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:16;"><b>traxectoria literaria</b></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" > da propia autora. A súa obra anterior é a súa mellor carta de presentación.</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" >Sol de Inverno non é unha obra alimenticia; é </span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>literatura feita dende as entrañas</b></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" >, con paixón e compromiso. (</span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>A arte nunca pode ser pasatempo</i></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" >, Rosa Dixit)</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" >A Inverno, a protagonista, impúlsaa </span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>o alento de Homero</b></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" >, como a Ulises na Odisea: a súa é unha viaxe vital salferida por un milleiro de historias a cada cal máis engaiolante.</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" >Polo </span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>lirismo da súa escrita;</b></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" > marca da casa, á que xa nos ten acostumados.</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">Estamos ante unha</span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b> Historia que calla</b></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" > (como acontece con </span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Veu visitarme o mar</i></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" > ou </span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Resistencia</i></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" >). As primeiras 40 páxinas son inesquecíbeis; dignas de volver a elas unha e outra vez como a calquera das nosas máis entrañábeis lecturas de referencia.</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">Polos seus</span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b> Personaxes</b></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" >: sabia mestura de imaxinarios (Inverno) e reais (Felix Muriel/ Dieste; Dona Carme...)</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>A recreación de escenarios e ambientes históricos</b></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" > é esquisita. (Aldea galega de 1936, a Barcelona da guerra; Francia no 39/40; o Ipanema; Cuba nos 40-50...)</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">A</span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b> Desmitificación </b></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Galicia conservadora, franquista, antirrepubliacana)</span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>/ mitificación </b></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Galicia progresista, republicana e laica) </span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" >da nosa historia no século XX.</span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>Rosa Aneiros</b></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" >. Ela mesma, as súas cualidades como persoa. As miñas palabras aquí sobran; quen teña a fortuna de coñecela é testemuña do que digo.</span></span></p> </li></ol> nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-52695347359482690722009-03-18T13:28:00.000+02:002009-03-18T14:28:28.688+02:0012 de xullo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28UEK8aRWGWPL8Com_pxuNLx6eUSxVl7xQxCJb0-JKHIkg-wBsUWcWZL3govxnxIq5_yEugJMnM4ityaz0XeOTOzc9KmT1IsytWUHPvTglORRjnpewXeRoRdKJlWvVBg0wt-P-g/s1600-h/ironman.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306424112876948818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28UEK8aRWGWPL8Com_pxuNLx6eUSxVl7xQxCJb0-JKHIkg-wBsUWcWZL3govxnxIq5_yEugJMnM4ityaz0XeOTOzc9KmT1IsytWUHPvTglORRjnpewXeRoRdKJlWvVBg0wt-P-g/s320/ironman.gif" border="0" /></a>
Faltan <a href="http://http://ironman.ch/en/02_wettkampfinfos/00_event_ausgebucht.htm">114 días</a>...nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-35514280516160018872009-03-02T22:40:00.002+02:002009-03-02T22:53:16.662+02:00Dous ferrados<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdy06VyylobBjJ7FFEPJAsX0EjcCZy_KCifYAogKPETQ1KZiB7FOc_tq9xIDzItcra3mcNy8srucIRattTCLQiZvB71OrcnGkWFs7patP1YYn2_OJNkVTcE5c29OSRBbg8nD72w/s1600-h/dous-ferrados.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308696247890352226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdy06VyylobBjJ7FFEPJAsX0EjcCZy_KCifYAogKPETQ1KZiB7FOc_tq9xIDzItcra3mcNy8srucIRattTCLQiZvB71OrcnGkWFs7patP1YYn2_OJNkVTcE5c29OSRBbg8nD72w/s320/dous-ferrados.jpg" border="0" /></a> Está algo caduco, mais <a href="http://www.lavozdegalicia.es/barbanza/2008/11/28/0003_7350764.htm">apeteceume colgalo</a>.nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-76386988630337896092009-02-24T18:49:00.005+02:002009-02-24T19:45:51.024+02:00Dernier grimpeur<div align="justify"><a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/deportes/Fallece/34/anos/ciclista/Marco/Pantani/elpepudep/20040214elpepudep_3/Tes"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306409494586752050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsuWtWL5kWM1GZHkIvJk1nyiFa3yeWisKNQR0ZxTJYjXenCagzT7IoPziEEm28JWPHGpKudGrgOb5BW9uoSglRQsUeJAqwHI-HQHf9puNoxYChk-rdpE4dEJNnT_Doqx7Hxl4MA/s320/Pantani.jpg" border="0" />Cinco anos sen el</a>, sen a súa fasquía de pirata <a href="http://images.google.es/imgres?imgurl=http://grahamwatson.com/gw/imagedocs.nsf/images/mpantani/%24file/22.jpg&imgrefurl=http://grahamwatson.com/gw/imagedocs.nsf/photos/mpantani-022000&usg=__bV36VQKMVFbAwxl3nRNCj8pHAS4=&h=392&w=576&sz=32&hl=es&start=78&um=1&tbnid=qqIKO4QtWxV-oM:&tbnh=91&tbnw=134&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmarco%2Bpantani%26start%3D72%26ndsp%3D18%26um%3D1%26hl%3Des%26sa%3DN">asaltando os cumios </a>dacabalo da <a href="http://www.pezcyclingnews.com/photos/races08/giro08/giro08st16ed-piratabike.jpg">mítica</a> bianchi; c<a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/deportes/murio/Pantani/elpepidep/20080218elpepidep_27/Tes">inco anos sen el</a>, sen a súa <a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/deportes/Pacopadre/recuerda/Pirata/elpepidep/20050713elpepidep_6/Tes">épica</a> e o seu carisma; cinco anos sen <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marco_Pantani">Marco</a>, dernier grimpeur.</div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-12219628233134109572009-02-24T17:48:00.004+02:002009-02-24T17:52:10.068+02:00Antroxu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGChREOUzovoZPFCDP4PNPYLfQeW31Z3lC59lglcpXHQGphyPOzfqol0XOfaYtLxRXvMs7SLvZv24IjqEJscMCtr9CczJ_WZhA5dqHv72hZQls4xM3d7g4ddR6TxHBnu4oOhndw/s1600-h/Metr%C3%B3polis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306391517172183730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGChREOUzovoZPFCDP4PNPYLfQeW31Z3lC59lglcpXHQGphyPOzfqol0XOfaYtLxRXvMs7SLvZv24IjqEJscMCtr9CczJ_WZhA5dqHv72hZQls4xM3d7g4ddR6TxHBnu4oOhndw/s320/Metr%C3%B3polis.jpg" border="0" /></a> É unha opción, a que me pedía o corpo. Na vez de caretas: imaxes e palabras.
<div></div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-15046547596903039022009-02-17T22:22:00.001+02:002009-02-17T23:04:48.629+02:00Guedellas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizMvoqDUT55vCKBtFDHj_Bq__pHnOGvBhcE-10qSOrzkKoQI7t0Pgk2jaOz7tQkhfoa09OQY9UNKj_O4Qbtz4NCn7ArtIciISq2rin-GDxcitebl19j9gBx7MoOGLWFgbVmsEbXQ/s1600-h/guedellas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300029966963467986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizMvoqDUT55vCKBtFDHj_Bq__pHnOGvBhcE-10qSOrzkKoQI7t0Pgk2jaOz7tQkhfoa09OQY9UNKj_O4Qbtz4NCn7ArtIciISq2rin-GDxcitebl19j9gBx7MoOGLWFgbVmsEbXQ/s320/guedellas.jpg" border="0" /></a>Leme os textos coa coitela na man (non é o único); e aínda me fai achegas como <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AImdgGcrKeI">esta</a> ou <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0Hjc_afB3M&feature=channel_page">estoutra</a>.nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-89197036363616202152009-02-12T00:55:00.001+02:002009-02-12T00:55:01.058+02:00O vello Carlos (200 anos)<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4rKSf9UhzIvEozd6gK-XuTnBsZgVHkg1Xm1m72KUpi25cEAYnz9VgJwEe5NN4ag7VXt3ET0i1rteuaakTncwj9Be1mkYWeAeh8iuSgyqaCYJLucfrgDK2Zf_iloKYi9YW09Giuw/s1600-h/Charles_Darwin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300907195961007586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4rKSf9UhzIvEozd6gK-XuTnBsZgVHkg1Xm1m72KUpi25cEAYnz9VgJwEe5NN4ag7VXt3ET0i1rteuaakTncwj9Be1mkYWeAeh8iuSgyqaCYJLucfrgDK2Zf_iloKYi9YW09Giuw/s320/Charles_Darwin.jpg" border="0" /></a>Seica temos un xeito distinto de ver as cousas. Mesmo hai quen di que teñen que darnos de comer aparte. Poida que <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cousteau">Jacques</a> ou o <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodriguez_de_la_fuente">Félix</a> sexan responsábeis en gran medida de que chegásemos até aquí, con esta ollada revirada. Mais foi <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Darwin">el</a>, sen dúbida, quen máis influíu para que pensemos e sexamos <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bi%C3%B3logo">como somos</a>.</div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-77243652647716696522009-02-09T23:00:00.002+02:002009-02-10T00:03:16.067+02:00Forum Orienta 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Gm47xuR1cps8alSXvqAxKU_ad_0glzU_m3vDFRhXStbuBHnj-ezxfZzmPb0Ptt_QXJmFfxT4jpg1Pc41sX4Y4pPYKaQF85Zb42JWz2kl4y4FIAG0CfiwxDJ002y-gQYXY2Jqeg/s1600-h/logoForum.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300921156493837106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Gm47xuR1cps8alSXvqAxKU_ad_0glzU_m3vDFRhXStbuBHnj-ezxfZzmPb0Ptt_QXJmFfxT4jpg1Pc41sX4Y4pPYKaQF85Zb42JWz2kl4y4FIAG0CfiwxDJ002y-gQYXY2Jqeg/s320/logoForum.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div>Sen piedade. Toca <a href="http://www.forumorienta.es/docs/programaforum09.pdf">apadriñar</a> outra volta <a href="http://nhusko.blogspot.com/2009/02/familia-numerosa.html">a criatura</a></div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-37553636033025578462009-02-07T14:09:00.003+02:002009-02-07T14:17:39.211+02:00O fillo do dentista<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4bv9VFgF5_N3uY9paOlQdfpt1HGiRlIlGhBmnY2AWA7xTbi1XjHMiNMZFOQFjTpXC0lJrkJrLDOgAvWfKHhtkjAQ6JbbDn3b5N3fwYrLe0aCfNk1lrP-5egjTYdBlEzRIOgSibw/s1600-h/Miles_Davis_by_Palumbo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300026657633778898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4bv9VFgF5_N3uY9paOlQdfpt1HGiRlIlGhBmnY2AWA7xTbi1XjHMiNMZFOQFjTpXC0lJrkJrLDOgAvWfKHhtkjAQ6JbbDn3b5N3fwYrLe0aCfNk1lrP-5egjTYdBlEzRIOgSibw/s320/Miles_Davis_by_Palumbo.jpg" border="0" /></a> El é estes días a compaña na tarefa de buscar palabras; e esta quizais a miña <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqrAwEz4QxI&feature=related">versión preferida</a>.
</div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-14738027358878958692009-02-04T10:00:00.000+02:002009-02-04T10:00:00.729+02:00Cabracho<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlzRnPzD5RmCmXQAW8co7w_71h24BIb9SviZBvDNIO2VpgJ-0k2bQHWZOq48xzAWDQxLPcW6UnMPLSZDcsFggYXXAIMPkQXlKtF0tFnG1CbXqPckNoywvxdH0qWvJJoVg6bzsNg/s1600-h/Cabracho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297858250750630258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlzRnPzD5RmCmXQAW8co7w_71h24BIb9SviZBvDNIO2VpgJ-0k2bQHWZOq48xzAWDQxLPcW6UnMPLSZDcsFggYXXAIMPkQXlKtF0tFnG1CbXqPckNoywvxdH0qWvJJoVg6bzsNg/s320/Cabracho.jpg" border="0" /></a> Confundirme cun <a href="http://www.nscentre.dk/files/billeder/NOM%20Presse/Trigla.jpg">escacho</a>, cagoensós!... E pretender chamarme Berete! Un ten o seu status: escarapote e, cando menos, para pastel <a href="http://www.dezaseis.com/">do 16</a>.
</div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-66221233869684020762009-02-01T00:30:00.002+02:002009-02-01T17:48:18.647+02:00familia numerosa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3XgrTrJhXuB7lI1Bf-2KeOMvQRKTZuatQOhHer7G2aJs4J0caAlWQqMcxKxDyJiKaGEyt_wsPCuV2cGaowcbHaWQZpONbywQdN-0PIwMEr7Yiu_Wdk4yAORNds9w2_FMXuGz6Q/s1600-h/A-treboada-de-C.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297527937019011970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3XgrTrJhXuB7lI1Bf-2KeOMvQRKTZuatQOhHer7G2aJs4J0caAlWQqMcxKxDyJiKaGEyt_wsPCuV2cGaowcbHaWQZpONbywQdN-0PIwMEr7Yiu_Wdk4yAORNds9w2_FMXuGz6Q/s320/A-treboada-de-C.jpg" border="0" /></a> Si, este é o novo retoño.nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-55578864798427841932009-01-31T20:18:00.005+02:002009-02-01T17:49:23.941+02:00meu pequecho<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjdWzRBggS70bMky-tA9wTtB-d_zmPDeeh48OCPgG9PIDYG84AMyXPsGG8Sqlud7KZsOLaQCz_0VT-7af_quZ6NtmsRNakR6gyp3-l7g2TKycKAGfXk-8uvHpFwpJwTWPafgFyg/s1600-h/Roverto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297524739814666514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjdWzRBggS70bMky-tA9wTtB-d_zmPDeeh48OCPgG9PIDYG84AMyXPsGG8Sqlud7KZsOLaQCz_0VT-7af_quZ6NtmsRNakR6gyp3-l7g2TKycKAGfXk-8uvHpFwpJwTWPafgFyg/s320/Roverto.jpg" border="0" /></a> Este é <strong>Roverto</strong>, meu pequecho, o protagonista de <strong>A treboada de C</strong>
<div></div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-77471968933279433132009-01-29T18:29:00.003+02:002009-02-01T17:51:02.696+02:00Roverto<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuD2G5hWDSYMrpPIQu2kUGAzBKpTpaJ3FZz_cFsXLL1wQZUZr70V_jdh9_QBLCUqNvS_dOc8uB_Mp_6zy73fxdiBAQsLUpxReSooDeIoSr7EHPrCY3qgl_LqWK8X3L_e5fR5JvJg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296754029697283218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuD2G5hWDSYMrpPIQu2kUGAzBKpTpaJ3FZz_cFsXLL1wQZUZr70V_jdh9_QBLCUqNvS_dOc8uB_Mp_6zy73fxdiBAQsLUpxReSooDeIoSr7EHPrCY3qgl_LqWK8X3L_e5fR5JvJg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> Debo <a href="http://www.climantica.org/climanticaFront/resource/Programa_primaria.pdf">falar</a> del mesmo antes do parto.nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-91900262350736847292009-01-24T23:14:00.004+02:002009-01-24T23:20:09.488+02:00Palestina<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNzflPjxMm4W7KUtCFS2Zs5bCERX3TGteV8FFFq2pdXP6PQBs0-NOef5sKL3iS8nV2wUoUxv9bGXtWlsBy3lOYgwX6JjHgnddmXgpaccuAeAuQ8Zy4YXDinFwCl0FqFKGbAk220g/s1600-h/Palestina.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294972075349696034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNzflPjxMm4W7KUtCFS2Zs5bCERX3TGteV8FFFq2pdXP6PQBs0-NOef5sKL3iS8nV2wUoUxv9bGXtWlsBy3lOYgwX6JjHgnddmXgpaccuAeAuQ8Zy4YXDinFwCl0FqFKGbAk220g/s320/Palestina.bmp" border="0" /></a> Que podo engadir eu que non se dixera xa.nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-33325317881136975222009-01-24T23:10:00.003+02:002009-01-24T23:19:31.759+02:00First guinness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIwCX5-GOPkImz8Q-xBmTvKFPAQ1UDLAA2yTR2OpN4_A6Cr5KDdn31pzdtRHkqNNFLb0PcoG2b2qAVqNOLajebfbixifgBl_hqtgvCerQ6CHvVXUYrRCwk0F9ons_X2bnAttzYA/s1600-h/first-guinness.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294970823719732754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIwCX5-GOPkImz8Q-xBmTvKFPAQ1UDLAA2yTR2OpN4_A6Cr5KDdn31pzdtRHkqNNFLb0PcoG2b2qAVqNOLajebfbixifgBl_hqtgvCerQ6CHvVXUYrRCwk0F9ons_X2bnAttzYA/s320/first-guinness.jpg" border="0" /></a> Atopei a túa ollada entre os <a href="http://www.7lvvas.net/">sete luvas</a>, compañeiro.
<div></div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-19832461317231459112009-01-18T13:03:00.003+02:002009-01-18T13:08:55.633+02:00A viviR!<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggoOTw1fiWdU6nvRAs3Mh3WIyACrL5x2a009D4OO6yIAqSHXoe24-oKeAcZqgJ78V555WhhAf5-yiCJbLOmThI0GnG1LGUThQG6PZjwDyqseSV2EmqdDyi4FZBNchPcrXmQWP0Yw/s1600-h/Mafalda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292588378490491458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggoOTw1fiWdU6nvRAs3Mh3WIyACrL5x2a009D4OO6yIAqSHXoe24-oKeAcZqgJ78V555WhhAf5-yiCJbLOmThI0GnG1LGUThQG6PZjwDyqseSV2EmqdDyi4FZBNchPcrXmQWP0Yw/s320/Mafalda.jpg" border="0" /></a> Seica todo canto fixen até o de agora non foi máis ca un ensaio. </div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-34980014576080111842008-12-27T13:21:00.003+02:002008-12-27T13:22:30.885+02:00Arquitecturas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7WqfEhzFnNEJI7JNEGtuyJa6FRQ_u6bbp_6LxpgHw00XSnr8J7js9vfhmkSgZFAqnYae5E-Ti3PDmG4umYv98shZmfVakEgKpTPCkO9RcdpS9VGYMYRfFX6N0FtUEzlc17QlNA/s1600-h/Arquitecturas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284428665449237570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7WqfEhzFnNEJI7JNEGtuyJa6FRQ_u6bbp_6LxpgHw00XSnr8J7js9vfhmkSgZFAqnYae5E-Ti3PDmG4umYv98shZmfVakEgKpTPCkO9RcdpS9VGYMYRfFX6N0FtUEzlc17QlNA/s320/Arquitecturas.jpg" border="0" /></a> de febleza
<div></div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-13109955362067133612008-12-22T17:24:00.002+02:002008-12-22T17:28:59.354+02:00Estragón<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEDFo1PJ-TtG5U-c-F0BnkzF7dHZ4V0FvZfCQTNBrEzBfDOG9DKnMia7uWjDEVHemLJRRS6EvnEKq6qhYQIVlE72WlCk_TODSFkkF2COrN1_gMg3DBdLvfxZMQt2ExTcHuDo9kw/s1600-h/estragón.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282636351094529074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEDFo1PJ-TtG5U-c-F0BnkzF7dHZ4V0FvZfCQTNBrEzBfDOG9DKnMia7uWjDEVHemLJRRS6EvnEKq6qhYQIVlE72WlCk_TODSFkkF2COrN1_gMg3DBdLvfxZMQt2ExTcHuDo9kw/s320/estrag%C3%B3n.jpg" border="0" /></a> We always find something, eh, Didi, to give us the impression we exist?
<div></div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-67047597629566316542008-12-20T12:14:00.000+02:002008-12-20T12:16:07.751+02:00Decisión<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhgtDRscfTu3BdiVLR6yNAZQDdnA91XBu8r6D9pyddnMHWdLicURhMHNT1umztOxcxIpuSTUeWLSJyHcuKhHruTB1VuLgNfdkkwMaJYt_OJuQJJZxeW4peOO0hhe3bqo2NIu-pQ/s1600-h/Irlanda-064.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281813851898784322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhgtDRscfTu3BdiVLR6yNAZQDdnA91XBu8r6D9pyddnMHWdLicURhMHNT1umztOxcxIpuSTUeWLSJyHcuKhHruTB1VuLgNfdkkwMaJYt_OJuQJJZxeW4peOO0hhe3bqo2NIu-pQ/s320/Irlanda-064.jpg" border="0" /></a>O leviatán agarda
<div></div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-74648789448146711332008-12-20T10:19:00.000+02:002008-12-20T12:21:38.275+02:00Outros dous<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfDa8O4WGu7DiiIOXBwZxQSAKuPZy9VJwCFp0a4Inwl6hfG58SVN_202D8FYHafPNaJifUVrIWFfFdRHHuWPP2E0qo2ML7IksnKTgDy8egpRZHnYnRGPenkQQ8qO8nPBQ5AEUpw/s1600-h/outros-dous.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281815321812784306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfDa8O4WGu7DiiIOXBwZxQSAKuPZy9VJwCFp0a4Inwl6hfG58SVN_202D8FYHafPNaJifUVrIWFfFdRHHuWPP2E0qo2ML7IksnKTgDy8egpRZHnYnRGPenkQQ8qO8nPBQ5AEUpw/s320/outros-dous.jpg" border="0" /></a> dous redondos de serafínmarcos
<div></div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-67133544957648857032008-12-12T11:57:00.001+02:002008-12-12T11:57:00.635+02:00Dous redondos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUFqv1jQuZC3pXSSFnSlNCQDHadsjL1Rgldh2sb-GP_P_F4-gWP3-JkAZ9WXamwrLIyjzk-9VPby9aHDktb70KzUP-odkj0Dqn_9tjVhtJYi2_kS_8hWb8ZNcbWHhn39Ke4E0dOg/s1600-h/dous-redondos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278469959527677506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUFqv1jQuZC3pXSSFnSlNCQDHadsjL1Rgldh2sb-GP_P_F4-gWP3-JkAZ9WXamwrLIyjzk-9VPby9aHDktb70KzUP-odkj0Dqn_9tjVhtJYi2_kS_8hWb8ZNcbWHhn39Ke4E0dOg/s320/dous-redondos.jpg" border="0" /></a> Para o próximo concurso <a href="http://doredondo.blogspot.com/">doredondo</a>
<div></div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-15545663787831031742008-12-11T11:49:00.002+02:002008-12-11T11:56:18.565+02:00Roscón<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoWd9MSpKpUMBLovG1nMXzFLuG6lK4CTRQgnrnXmjrKuV99QDF7wZ1r4SuFlx5J4dyAGJ-SwPf8pFlC0x9mkFf435f7zDywE5o0fTA1gQY26DRwXBzx17TG5EpIKF-IuWcd4yQQ/s1600-h/Para-o-redondo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278467752723421682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoWd9MSpKpUMBLovG1nMXzFLuG6lK4CTRQgnrnXmjrKuV99QDF7wZ1r4SuFlx5J4dyAGJ-SwPf8pFlC0x9mkFf435f7zDywE5o0fTA1gQY26DRwXBzx17TG5EpIKF-IuWcd4yQQ/s320/Para-o-redondo.jpg" border="0" /></a>Un redondo para <a href="http://doredondo.blogspot.com/2008/12/foto-campiona.html">O Redondo </a>
<div></div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860729.post-47513754258793897572008-12-09T11:28:00.002+02:002011-10-27T00:50:30.842+02:00Fractal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsjXCyHONHF9q3e2MFa3Tbds80yvXOoicEbkwqvMDWDcD-7T70vsp08qjvgcfDgiJabjWKCMLVp6V0fdDewzAEj_ZQR5QIsJIJWq54edwTtsjW2E-7cKBR0HUtd4wo0Wpd1vHKaA/s1600-h/Fractal.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277720200880337650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsjXCyHONHF9q3e2MFa3Tbds80yvXOoicEbkwqvMDWDcD-7T70vsp08qjvgcfDgiJabjWKCMLVp6V0fdDewzAEj_ZQR5QIsJIJWq54edwTtsjW2E-7cKBR0HUtd4wo0Wpd1vHKaA/s320/Fractal.jpg" /></a>
<div align="justify"><em>Vertixe no tempo que lastra coordenadas, que reordena máscaras e imagos. Fervenza de tendencias, de xogos e derivacións. Anulación posible no esforzo plúrimo. Alerxia ós paradigmas. Traizón á Rosa dos Ventos.</em>
Xabier Queipo. Glosarios. </div>nhuskohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255754119760031043noreply@blogger.com0