𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐎 𝐗𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐎

 

𝐄 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐳,

𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐯𝐞́𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧̃𝐨𝐬,

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐨,

𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐢́𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐨 𝐝𝐚 𝐱𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐚,

𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚.

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𝐂𝐚́𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚 𝐝𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐫, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧,

𝐚𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐱𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐳𝐚,

𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬;

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫, 𝐜𝐨𝐚 𝐚́𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐚́ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚,

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐝𝐞,

𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐬,

𝐧𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬.

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𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬.

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𝐅𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐮, 𝐚 𝐥𝐮́𝐚,

𝐜𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐳,

𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐨 𝐝𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐭𝐞.

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𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚 𝐯𝐞́𝐧,

𝐬𝐚𝐢́𝐧 𝐬𝐨́ 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐚-𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐚;

𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐨

𝐞 𝐟𝐨́𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐞, 𝐞𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚,

𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚.

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𝐍𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐞́𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐨 𝐱𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐫

𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚:

-“𝐃𝐨́𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐨? 𝐍𝐨𝐧? 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐚!”

 

-“𝐐𝐮𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐫?

𝐐𝐮𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐢?

𝐐𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐢?

𝐬𝐨́ 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞 𝐚 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐚”.

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𝐎𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐮 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫, 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐱𝐨,

𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐚

 

𝐎 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐨, 𝐱𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐨,

𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐮

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬,

 

𝐞 𝐞𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐫.

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𝐍𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐱𝐞,

𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐚́ 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐭𝐞

𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧

𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐬,

                        𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨

                        𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥

𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬.

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐨,

𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐢?

𝐐𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐢?

 

 𝐱𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐚

𝐌𝐮𝐢́𝐧̃𝐨𝐬, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟕𝟐𝟒 

 

 

 𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄

 

 𝐗𝐢𝐫𝐨́𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧̃𝐨𝐬,

𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐚

               𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

               𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐬

                        𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐬.

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐨,

               𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐨

               𝐝𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚.

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𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥

               𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫

               𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐚-𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐬.

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𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢́𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨

𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐮́𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐬,

𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢́𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞́𝐧.

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𝐍𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢́𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞́𝐧

𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐮́𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐬.

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𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐨

               𝐝𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐨.

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𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥

               𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐞-𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫,

𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐬,

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𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐬

𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞.

 

 

  A DOR DA LÚA

                                           De noite

os fachos da estrada,

                                                            os teus ollos

                                                            de lume

                                                            acendidos;

 

na auga do río

ferven os reflexos

                                                            da lúa.

 

Quen chamou,

para a xeada

                                                            desta noite,

                                                            ás avelaíñas?

 

Sospeita da dor,

                                                            que mana

cun laio da fonte;

 

cargando os soños

                                                            da ardora

                                                            dos fachos,

que quere ser lúa.

 

Coma ti,

no río,

                                                            esvaese

a ardora dos fachos.

 

Avelaíñas

á lúa acesa

dos teus ollos de lume.