Archive | October 2012

“A QUEIMADA”

Halloween

La tradición de la Queimada se le atribuyen orígenes celtas. En la oscuridad de la noche se reúnen alrededor de la queimada, para animar los corazones y estrechar los lazos de amistad.

Durante su preparación se recitar en voz alta un conjuro (esconxuro o conxuro en idioma gallego) para espantar a los malos espíritus y a las meigas.

CONXURO

Mouchos, coruxas, sapos e bruxas.

Demos, trasgos e diaños,

espritos das nevoadas veigas.

  Corvos, pintigas e meigas,

feitizos das manciñeiras.

Podres cañotas furadas,

fogar dos vermes e alimañas.

Lume das Santas Compañas,

mal de ollo, negros meigallos;

cheiro dos mortos, tronos e raios.

Oubeo do can, pregón do morte:

fuciño do sátiro e pé do coello.

Pecadora lingua da mala muller

casada cun home vello.

  Averno de Satán e Belcebú,

lume dos cadávres ardentes,

corpos mutilados dos indecentes,

peidos dos infernales cus,

muxido da mar embravecida.

  Barriga machorra da muller solteira,

falar dos gatos que andan á xaneira,

guedella porca da cabra mal parida.

 

Con este fol levantarei

as chamas deste lume

que osemella ao do Inferno,

e fuxirán as bruxas

acabalo das suas escobas,

indose bañar na praia

dos areas gordas.

¡Oide, oide! os ruxidos

que dan as que no poden

deixar de queimarse no agoardente

quedando asi purificadas.

nestas chamas espiritosas…

E cando este brebaxe

baixa pa los nosas gorxas,

quedaremos libres dos males

da nosa ialma e de todo embruxamento.

  Forzas do ar, terra, mar e lume

a vos fago esta chamada:

Si é verdade que tendes mais poder

que a humana xente.

Eigui e agora, facede cos espritos

dos amigos que están fora,

participen con nos desta Queimada.

En un pote tradicional de barro cocido se vierte aguardiente, azúcar y ralladura de limon. En el cucharón se coge una pequeña cantidad de queimada y se le prende fuego. Se mete el cucharón ardiendo en el recipiente grande hasta que el fuego se extienda por toda la superficie. A continuación se revuelve lentamente dejando que suban las llamas del alcohol y creando cascadas con ellas. Cuando empieza a apagarse, pero mientras el aguardiente aún arde, se recita el esconxuro…

Búhos, lechuzas, sapos y brujas;
Demonios, duendes y diablos;
espíritus de las vegas llenas de niebla,
cuervos, salamandras y hechiceras;
rabo erguido de gato negro
y todos los hechizos de las curanderas…

Podridos leños agujereados,
hogar de gusanos y alimañas,
fuego de la Santa Compaña,
mal de ojo, negros maleficios;
hedor de los muertos, truenos y rayos;
hocico de sátiro y pata de conejo;
ladrar de zorro, rabo de marta,
aullido de perro, pregonero de la muerte…

Pecadora lengua de mala mujer
casada con un hombre viejo;
Averno de Satán y Belcebú,
fuego de cadáveres ardientes,
fuegos fatuos de la noche de San Silvestre,
cuerpos mutilados de los indecentes,
y pedos de los infernales culos…

Rugir del mar embravecido,
presagio de naufragios,
vientre estéril de mujer soltera,
maullar de gatos en busca gatas en celo,
melena sucia de cabra mal parida
y cuernos retorcidos de castrón…

Con este cazo
elevaré las llamas de este fuego
similar al del Infierno
y las brujas quedarán purificadas
de todas sus maldades.
Algunas huirán
a caballo de sus escobas
para irse a sumergir
en el mar de Finisterre.

¡Escuchad! ¡Escuchad estos rugidos…!
Son las brujas que se están purificando
en estas llamas espirituales…
Y cuando este delicioso brebaje
baje por nuestras gargantas,
también todos nosotros quedaremos libres
de los males de nuestra alma
y de todo maleficio.

¡Fuerzas del aire, tierra, mar y fuego!
a vosotros hago esta llamada:
si es verdad que tenéis más poder
que los humanos,
limpiad de maldades nuestra tierra
y hacer que aquí y ahora
los espíritus de los amigos ausentes
compartan con nosotros esta queimada.

Exploration

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in an early
Georgia morning
in neither U.S
or
.S.R

she stands

a nebula blue
giving a new milky way
finger to her
side of the universe

on porch
with loaded gun
back to back with
her younger self
exposing her
tan-less-ness
to the awkward
morning
blowing holes
in the sky
until gun is empty
and smoking
thicker plumes
than her cigarette
flicking it(s) way
to Mars

she opens her arms

a spacial rift parts
the sky
and her accent
is in love
with the night
colder than
the brightest
star
more humane
than the most
alien expedition

earth watches
from a distance
Hubble telescope
retracted but
still blinking
from back of
transport trailer
hoping for one
last look of
it’s
lover

open arms – she stands
and waits

by Crazy Irishman
October 24th, 2012 at 6:54 pm

http://crazyirishman.wordpress.com/2012/10/24/exploration/

DreamWeaver

Foto de Astor ‏ http://instagr.am/p/RIC8wboibG/ @Nextdoor7

Donde esta la felicidad?

                                                    Esta en los sueños… ♥

Where can you find happiness?

                                                          In your dreams… ♥

DREAM WEAVER

Dream Weaver, weave a dream for me;

a special dream, a perfect dream

that will set my spirit free…

 

Let me fly above the clouds

into a world of fantasy…

 

A wonderland of make believe

where people live in harmony

and everyone is tolerant;

no hate, no fear, no jealousy…

 

Where I can feel and I can love

and no one judges me,

where I can freely speak my mind

although others don’t agree…

 

Does our race, sex, age, matter so?

I can only see equality.

Love me for who I really am,

not who I’m meant to be…

 

Dreamweaver, try very hard, you see

I lost my last dream crazily,

it ran away with me…

 

It left me with this sadness,

with tears locked in my soul.

I need a new dream badly now

before I feel too cold…

 

Weave your special magic

Dream Weaver, weave a dream for me

so I can carry on and smile again.

I want to be just me…

By Kalizamar, October 2012

@kalizamar

Nostalgia

El aire huele a nostalgia,
lleva palabras de amor,
y de las nubes caen las lagrimas,
de aquel triste soñador.
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Que un día dijo te quiero,
y el viento se la llevó,
igual que a sus palabras,
igual que a su amor.
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Hoy el aire huele distinto,
hoy el cielo tiene otro color,
y hoy el mar está vacío…
… por que no existe el amor…
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El aire huele a nostalgia,
lleva palabras de amor,
y lleva los suspiros,
de aquel triste soñador.

Por Pau Gir  20.10. 2012

Reblogged from Calle Poesía

http://callepoesia.blogspot.com.es/2012/10/nostalgia.html

Magic in MONDOÑEDO

As San Lucas 2012: horses in the Cathedral Plaza
San Lucas Fair, Mondoñedo, Spain  – 17th to 21st October, 2012

The medieval city of Mondoñedo, once the provincial capital of “The Old Galician Kingdom”, has been celebrating the San Lucas horse fair around the 18th of October every year  since 1248. For nearly a millennium the wild horses that inhabit the surrounding mountains from Campo de Oso to Gañidoira and the Serra da Capelada have been brought down from the hills to this small rural town in Lugo.

Driving up from the coast, following the river Masma through a green fertile valley Mondoñedo appeared, its narrow ancient streets thronging with people from all over the region out to enjoy the day. Market stalls lined the pavement selling local produce and craftware, between the usual gifts and clothes, at very reasonable prices.

Winding our way up to the fields at the top of the town the horse fair was already in full swing. I spoke to Eloy Garcia who had travelled 20 kilometres across the hills with almost 180 wild horses, his young son and his father with him; the family and livestock have made this three day trip for countless generations. Several local and even national television crew were filming the events.

Everyone seemed to be eating “churrasco and pulpo” in one of many marquees erected at the fair. Whole octopus were being cooked in furiously boiling great copper cauldrons over open fires whilst racks of pork ribs and sausages sizzled over flaming grills. Joining in this medieval banquet, we sat on a wooden bench and were served with enormous portions of this feast, eaten with homemade bread and washed down with local red wine. Unusual but delicious!

This small city has its origins in the bronze age and some remains can still be traced. Still an important ecclesiastical centre, Mondoñedo has always breathed history and culture. Several writers were born here, their favourite Alvaro Cunqueira, and musicians such as Pascual Veiga who wrote the music for the Galician anthem. The quaint streets are dotted with squares and ancient buildings, convents and churches. The magnificent seminar founded in 1573 was the first to be built in Galicia, the third in Spain, and houses an important library of rare and ancient books.

Mondoñedo

The Plaza de España in the heart of Mondoñedo is fronted on one side by the Cathedral, dating from 1219, the oldest existing in this country today. Declared a national monument it is decorated with paintings by Rubens and holds the Bishop’s Museum. It was in this square that I saw Mago Merlin, a most unusual character, being interviewed by TV Galicia. My Spanish companion seemed most impressed so I wandered over to this illustrious magician and was treated as a long lost friend by this lovely man. Trying to hide my ignorance, I learned that Manuel Monteiro Rego was renowned throughout Spain for his “good magic” and is part of Galician folklore. Once a librarian, he invited us into his museum-home where he keeps a unique collection of literature entrusted to him by illustrious friends, celebrated poets and writers. He wished us fortune and gave me some treasured verses which  actually seem to bring good luck when I read them, believe it or not…

Manuel Monteiro Rego “Mago Merlin”  (Photo by Kalizamar)

The following day a rodeo and horse riding were to take place but as reluctant as we were to miss this we had to be on our way. Our last visit was to one of the many bakeries to buy some of the famous Mondoñedo sweet “tarta” made from almonds, cherries and figs.

The surrounding countryside with vast expanses of forest, mainly pine, chestnut and oak trees is a picturesque and ideal place for endless walks and excursions. The innumerable intriguing stories that have been written, legends of the Cintolo caves where primitive remains were discovered or the Ponte de Pasatiempo bridge where the Catholic Kings had their enemies decapitated, just add to the mystery of the place. A Roman road crosses the parish as does the North Camino de Santiago from Oviedo direction.

Mondoñedo can be easily reached from Lugo well worth a visit itself, a walled city full of history and surrounded by vast, remote, sparsely inhabited forests and mountains. Also by the N-634 road from Santander to La Coruña. We’d been staying on the Cantabrian Sea coast and drove back towards Foz, a mixture of old and new, a holiday resort with harbour, river and a succession of sandy beaches bathed by cool, clear waters.

Photos courtesy of Portal de Mondoñedo on Twitter @mondonedo

www.mondonedo.net  

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Seafood Festival in Spain!

Playa

O GROVE –  FIESTA DE MARISCO

Seafood lover’s read on as I’m about to reveal what is possibly one of Spain’s best kept secrets. Spaniards travel from every corner of the land; coach-loads of pensioners displaying childlike enthusiasm, wealthy couples with holiday residences on exclusive La Toja Island and trendy Madrid city dwellers join a large contingent of Gallegos but I have yet to encounter a foreigner at O Grove seafood fiesta (excepting myself obviously). This year’s XLIX Festival began on October 5  and lasts through to  October 14.

Typical folklore with bagpipes

Every October since 1963, this busy fishing village, located in the heart of the Galician Rias Baixas, has celebrated the now traditional Festa do Marisco. Stands offering an amazing array of locally and freshly caught seawater delicacies, prepared before your eyes by the villagers, are located in the extensive covered fish-market down by the quay where smart, long pine trestle tables are set up – no chairs unfortunately, you stand up but that’s part of the fun – with everyone standing side-by side from the humblest fisherman to the most sophisticated career woman getting down to the serious finger licking business of devouring oysters, clams, razor-fish, prawns, octopus, crab, ‘percebes’ and especially the O Grove mussels which the area is renowned for.

The steaming seafood rice, piled onto commemorative wooden plates and similar to paella, is delicious and the exquisite turbot is just out of this world. And all of this washed down with the local plonk, the crystal clear Ribeiro white wine or the aromatic Albariño D.O Rias Baixas, drunk out of plastic cups! The ‘lonja’ is open from 11.00/12.00 onwards. Decide what you fancy, mark it down on the form, hand it over to the girls on the central tills and for a fairly modest price you’ll be given vouchers to pick up your chosen delicacies at the corresponding booth under the archways. You can order a dish or two for aperitif or go the whole hog and make a banquet out of it. Most evenings folk groups play to add to the party atmosphere.

Seafood festival

An international open air marine-themed sculpture competition takes place each year, and it’s amazing to see how the sculptors hewn works of art out of heavy slabs of local granite. The winning statue will join previous year’s masterpieces placed in the park or along the promenade.
Boat trips around the bay and out see the ‘bateas’ where the mussels are bred are very popular. Bring a raincoat, because although the weather is still quite mild showers are likely!
The O Grove peninsula is almost an island being joined to the mainland by a narrow strip of land bordering A Lanzada, a long, open sandy beach. Opposite, a marshland is revealed at low tide, a haven for bird watchers.

The thriving village itself is a favourite with holidaymakers and is bustling with shops, taverns and restaurants. The lengthy seafront is lined with seafood restaurants all displaying their wares in aquariums! Most offer a platter of seafood for two with a bottle of white wine as a special, so if you fancy dressing up and sitting down for a change you’ll be spoilt for choice. Don’t forget to try authentic ‘vino turbio’- a cloudy white wine which is sipped out of little bowls.

The bridge at the end of the promenade links to La Toja Island, a beautiful, thermal spa retreat boasting five star hotels, a casino and renowned golf course. It’s a hideaway for the seriously well-to-do and for famous sports personalities. A chapel with shell faced walls is an unusual feature. La Toja toiletries have been made from the local salts for centuries and there is a visitors’ centre where you can purchase soaps and skin creams.

Playa Bodeira

A drive round the virtually undeveloped O Grove peninsula leads to deserted (in October at least), sandy bays such as Mexilloeira which are ideal for kicking your shoes off and paddling in the lapping, cool waters. The small, natural Bodeira lagoon lies hidden behind the sand dunes nearby. There are two or three hamlets, rural hotels and camping sites along the way round. In the centre tree-clad Mount Siradella rises and there is a nature interpretation centre at the top which can suggest suitable walks.

The vibrant green country side is picturesque, criss-crossed with rivers and dotted with vine groves which sparkle in the sun with rain drops. The Albariño wine route passes 30 bodegas. Inland there are monasteries and mysterious mountains, such as Mount Lobeira, which give rise to ancient legends of meigas (witches).

Albariño grapevines

And if you get bored with O Grove, which is unlikely, or sick of seafood- a definite possibility believe me – there is a never ending possibility of fabulous places to visit in Pontevedra. The rambling old quarters of this historical provincial city is well preserved and many establishments are artistically refurbished inside by modern designers. The XVI century Santa Maria Cathedral where tragically drowned fishermen are buried is beautiful and emotively haunting.
The historical town of Tui, down by the Portuguese border, over hangs the River Miño and is worth a visit as is the Mount Aloia parkland in the same vicinity.
Cambados is a well kept small medieval coastal town where the nobility lives and the Parador hotel is located here in a XVII ‘Pazo’. The main square is backed by bodegas, churches, palaces, olde worlde cafes and gift shops.

Illa de Arousa

is an incredible island reached by a long, low bridge. It has a tiny village with a seafront one side and a harbour with lots of brightly painted fishing boats the other. The remainder of the isle is protected land surrounding a myriad of tiny, shell shaped, sandy coves. Men can be seen ‘marisquando’, fishing in shallow waters for seafood while the women rake the shoreline for shellfish. Surprisingly the island’s market auctioning fish straight off the boats is thoroughly up-to-date and digitalized.

Illa de Arousa

Galicia is renowned for excellent food besides fish and typical restaurants away from the coast offer succulent flame-grilled or roasted meats and a berry-red local wine.
There are many holiday resorts in the whole area, hotels, hostels, apartments and camping sites. If you want to enjoy the fiestas and drink the local wine too, I’d recommend staying in the centre of O Grove itself as little men in green lay in wait on the dark coastal road and flag down unsuspecting drivers, especially at the weekend.

Tourist Office 98 673 1415
http://www.turismogrove.com
http://www.galinor.es
5* Hotel Louxo La Toja 98 673 0200
http://www.louxolatoja.com
1* Hotel Brisa del Mar 98 673 1836
4* Cambados Parador 98 654 2250
http://www.parador.es
Restaurante El Combatiente 98 673 0741

Intenté amarte en el silencio…

 

Intenté amarte en el silencio, por eso aprendí a hacerte poesía,

para contarte como me siento, expresar lo que mantengo oculto.

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Te conocí una noche de verano, había magia en el aire,

nos reíamos, charlando en mi jardín hasta la madrugada.

No sé muy bien como, pero si sé porque,

extrañamente, intensamente, me enamoré de ti.

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Me cautivó tu mirada, tu sonrisa, tu carisma, tu manera de ser…

el instante electrizante cuando tocabas mi brazo a despedirte.

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Dejaste huella en mi casa, te diviso por cada esquina.

Sonidos repentinos…

llevo mis sandalias doradas, bajo corriendo y paro,

giro lentamente y te veo al final de las escaleras, mirándome.

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Quería tanto que me quisieras, eres mi sueño imposible…

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El destino no se engaña, pero yo lo intenté,

te busque y me encontrabas, en este mundo paralelo.

Temblando y nerviosa, recibí tus mensajes con alegría.

Solías llamarme Cielo…

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Cuantas  horas chateando durante noches eternas,

escribiendo, escuchando, emociones compartidas,

dibujando nuestras sueños con ilusión, cada uno con el suyo.

Fuimos, aún somos amigos y cómplices…

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Contabas historias de tu bello país, lejano.

Describías un sitio de ensueño y gente cariñosa;

Quise viajar allí, estar contigo, compartir tu vida.

No me atreví decírtelo, porque mi sueño es imposible…

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Tardes de verano, flotando en la piscina, esperando tu llamada.

Me sorprendió el acento suave de tu voz, casi olvidada.

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Alcé mi mano a tocarte, alcanzar un sueño, acaricié lo prohibido.

No encontré la salida de mi jaula de cristal.

Mi mundo se ha vuelto muy frágil;

Si escapo por un instante, temo que estalle, temo mi muerte…

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Percibo que me quieres, creías que soy perfecta.

Dices que soy bonita, una mujer con clase;

la misma  razón me detiene, no me iré contigo.

No eres capaz de destruir lo que admiras en mí,

no pretendas arruinar mi vida.

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Tu vida es complicada, la mía aparenta ser estable.

Tu buscas mi estabilidad, yo no busco nada.

No me creías, pero no quiero una aventura.

No puedes ofrecerme nada más, creo que lo entiendo…

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Te regalé mi corazón, mi alma, mi amistad sincera,

no puedo darte más sin hacer daño a quien me quiere.

No quiero hacerte daño, por eso,

si me lo pides me alejaré de ti, una prueba de amor difícil.

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Lloró en silencio, desangro por dentro.

La luz ilumina mis barrotes de cristal y veo tu cara reflejada.

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Deseo tanto ser tu amiga, quedar como personas normales.

Tengo el valor de verte, eres tú quien tienes miedo.

¿Sería tan complicado, importa lo que la gente dirá?

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Dijiste que soy muy fuerte, equivocaste tristemente.

Emocionalmente me encuentro débil,

no juegues conmigo, te lo suplico.

Me romperías sin remedio para siempre.

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¿Mantenemos el contacto o me alejo?

Mi destino está en tus manos.

Haré lo que tú deseas,

mientras estés feliz me conformo.

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Puedes guardar mis poemas,

leerlos en un futuro si necesitas sentirte querido.

Anota mi dirección, mi número y me quedaré con la tuya.

Prométame una cosa, concédame un deseo,

que jamás perderemos el contacto por completo.

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Permítame escribirle alguna vez y me contésteme siempre que quiera.

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Te idealizo, lo sé, tú lo sabes,

lo que siento es muy intenso, tiene que ser agobiante.

Perdóname, lo siento, intento alejarme de veras,

dejarte libre de los sentimientos que yo te inspiro.

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¿Nunca quisiste algo tanto, lo deseabas con tanta fuerza, que se hizo realidad?

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Va contra la naturaleza cambiar el destino, es la ley de vida,

no puedes controlarlo, ni tú, ni yo.

La energía que gastas atrapando un sueño,

vuelva contra ti al final y te destruye.

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¿Recuerdas? Te conté que tenía un sueño imposible…

Me dijiste que algunas cosas no pueden ser, hay que hacer sacrificios en la vida.

No sabías que hablaba de ti, nunca supiste como me hacías sentir.

¿O lo intuías?, no lo sé, quizás sí…

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Quiero mirarte mientras duermas, despertarme a tu lado,

que me rodees con tus brazos, que me susurras palabras bonitas.

Quiero ver contigo el rojo amanecer sobre la bahía,

caminar cogidos de la mano, escalar montañas, juntos…

Quedar quietos tumbados en la arena cálida de una playa lejana.

Y bailar abrazados  ritmos latinos.

Compartir la vida cotidiana.

Es demasiado pedir…

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Pensarás que soy extraña tomando un amistad tan en serio.

Eres mi guardaespaldas, mi confidente, mi inspiración.

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Aprendí amarte en el silencio, por eso intento hacerte poesía…

Por Cielo, octubre 2012

 

El título esta poema viene de Rob Cruzzó, un trovador, @tejedordesuenos

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La verdadera amistad, no tiene edad, ni tiempo, ni distancias…

perdura para siempre en el corazón y en el alma.

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