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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/SNe1v4MH2pI/AAAAAAAAADg/dTYu7lTpE2M/s400/Cangas+(16).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gracias por collerme da man cando mais o necesitaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;por dicirme "- ti podes con eso e con mais-..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;por empuxarme a seguir facendo mùsica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Por ser ti. sempre ti. a minha pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;bicos nena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/SGPJwvOZtHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IvIpy5IIfuU/s400/Cami%C3%B1o+do+penedo+7-6-08+(5).JPG" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAMIÑOS QUE ME LEVADES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BUSCAR MAIS CAMIÑOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NON ME DEIXEDES QUE MARCHE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEN PASEAR ENTRE OS MUIÑOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEN ESCOITAR LENDAS DE MOUROS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIVIDAS COS TEUS OLLIÑOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CÓNTAME AQUEL CONTO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUNHA SEREA ENCANTADA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OU DE COMO UN NENO SOÑANDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LUA CA MAN TOCABA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAMIÑOS QUE ME LEVADES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BUSCAR MAIS CAMIÑOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NON ME DEIXEDES QUE MARCHE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEN LEVA-LOS SEUS ALOUMIÑOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PARA TI MARIINHA POR FALAR COMO E DO QUE TI SABES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-8148269996503361091?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/8148269996503361091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=8148269996503361091' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/8148269996503361091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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QUENES SEMPRE ESTADES MOI OCUPADOS/AS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/SF_LtHTNcjI/AAAAAAAAADM/EaOrC7a2n48/s1600-h/porta+do+convento.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215110869432496690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/SF_LtHTNcjI/AAAAAAAAADM/EaOrC7a2n48/s400/porta+do+convento.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;PECHADE A PORTA POR DENTRO QUE POR FORA XA A PECHAMOS NOS/EU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-8342293475908901436?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O CAMIÑO MAIS BONITO É O QUE NOS QUEDA POR ANDAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-481735189649793739?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/481735189649793739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=481735189649793739' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value='00533520495976457529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-2912043747255975683</id><published>2008-06-01T19:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:49:13.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ROSEIRAS DO MES DE ABRIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/SEQyMmobjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cQsjq_Wy5YA/s1600-h/CORNAZO+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207342261257079890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/SEQyMmobjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cQsjq_Wy5YA/s400/CORNAZO+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/SELoTWLfz6I/AAAAAAAAACA/K1_ZqCcVMNU/s1600-h/CORNAZO+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;SI EN FOTO IMPRESIONA... IMAXINA ESPERTAR CADA MAÑÀ CON ELA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-2912043747255975683?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/2912043747255975683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=2912043747255975683' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/2912043747255975683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/2912043747255975683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2008/06/xa-estou-de-volta.html' title='ROSEIRAS DO MES DE ABRIL'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/SEQyMmobjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cQsjq_Wy5YA/s72-c/CORNAZO+(6).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-7440907451533244387</id><published>2007-11-29T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:19:21.697Z</updated><title type='text'>1811</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   1811&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pasaran xa doce longos anos naquela casa e parecía que xa formaba parte do  enxoval. Raras veces, a escasa xente que por alí pasaba reparaba en mín pra fitarme ou adicarme unas verbas. Só os xoves me acicalaban coidadosamente coma un meniño nun día de festa.&lt;br /&gt;         Anceiaba que chegase ese día e con el a limpeza e os aloumiños.&lt;br /&gt;Era unha das poucas satisfaccións que  podía recibir naquel vello e escuro pazo. O ar facíase naquel día máis respirable, polos recendos que fuxían dos xabóns que usaba o persoal do servicio.&lt;br /&gt;O cuarto onde eu estaba tiña unha fiestra que daba ó pantano, que a simple vista non parecía gardar tanta vida como en verdade tiña. Algunhas noites os lobos rondaban nel á busca dalgunha presa que levar á boca. E os seus ouveos, lonxe de meterme medo, facíanme sentir menos só do que en realidade estaba.&lt;br /&gt;Todo mudou unha noite de novembro do 1811. Dúas aldrabadas ecoaron no vello pazo rachando aquela tranquilidade na que eu me atopaba. O rinchar do vello e pesado portón de carballo, advertiume de que aquela noite tería visita.&lt;br /&gt;Anque non era xoves o ar encheuse de vida e frescura. Unha voz feminina, doce e lene, como poucas oíra na miña vida, preguntou -¿hai alguén…?&lt;br /&gt;No sei por qué pero … non respostei, anque desexaba telo feito, no canto diso, déuseme por xogar coa miña inesperada invitada e ficar quedo coma se fose un trebello máis dos que alí había.&lt;br /&gt;Oín pasos escada arriba, os vellos chanzos da escaleira de carballo chiaban de dor debaixo dos delicados e pequerrechos pes da miña óspede, so iso xa daba lixeira impresión do lamentable estado no que se atopaba o pazo.&lt;br /&gt;- Hola -¿hai alguén aquí…?  Repetía coma se dunha aburrida canción infantil se tratase. Eu seguía sen contestarlle, anque o que máis desexaba era ve-la súa face cando me vise.&lt;br /&gt;Naquel intre comezou a chover e aveciñábase unha treboada.&lt;br /&gt;Os doce anos afundido no mutismo e no hastío máis absolutos nuns intres non serían máis ca un mal recordo.&lt;br /&gt;Os pasiños facíanse cada vez máis presentes, puiden percatarme de que xa entrara no recibidor do meu cuarto, e o encontro era inminente. Non había marcha atrás, a sorte estaba botada, e todo parecía apuntar que por unha vez  a moeda ia caer do meu lado, por una vez en doce anos ia conseguir que alguén me dixese algo, que me tratasen dun xeito distinto.&lt;br /&gt;Un lóstrego iluminou  o cuarto e un berro afogado subiu dacabalo do eco por todo o pazo, a luz iluminou todo o tempo suficiente para que a miña bela e inesperada invitada divisara unha vella e descoidada lámpada de aceite e a acendese, non sen pouco traballo por causa da humidade … aquela maldita humidade que tanto dano me tiña feito nos derradeiros doce anos.&lt;br /&gt;A lene e amarela luz do candil facía un pouquiño máis acolledor aquel frío cuarto. Mentres tanto a miña invitada&lt;br /&gt;vagaba pola estancia, movida pola curiosidade ou quizais na busca dalgún vestixio de vida que a fixese sentirse ben.&lt;br /&gt;Mentras arrandeaba a vella pero aínda  confortable mecedora co candil apoiado no seu xeonllo advertiu un reflexo ó fondo do cuarto, ergueuse engordiño, cunha chea de ruxires baixo dos seus minúsculos, delicados e preciosos pés. Achegouse de vagariño ó reflexo.&lt;br /&gt;Fóra a treboada facíase cada vez máis presente. Un lóstrego foi bater coa vella gárgola de bronce do torreón da parte norte do pazo, e fixo un estrondo enxordecedor.&lt;br /&gt;Dende a miña privilexiada  posición podía ver como acicalaba e colocaba cos seus longos e finísimos dedos a longa e loira melena. Doce anos de sopor e ostracismo parecía que ian desaparecer dun intre a outro.&lt;br /&gt;Cando xa estaba diante de min e estirando a súa branca man, acariñoume cun lene movemento de esquerda a dereita. Puiden entón senti-la calor daquela man, o recendo a xazmin, romeu e inocencia, o lene pisar dos seus delicadiños pés no chan de cedro e incluso a sensación de que aquela sería a vez que máis preto ía estar dunha muller fermosa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estabaa vendo, tranquila, doce, confiada,… tiñaa tan preto… pero á vez moi, moi lonxe, e ela … ela … no canto de verme a min…, estábase vendo a si mesma, baixo da lene e amarela luz do candil, naquel ancián espello de madeira de noceira coa ánima danada pola la carcoma e a soidade, no pazo a escasos metros do pantano, naquela noite de treboada en novembro do 1811.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-7440907451533244387?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/7440907451533244387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=7440907451533244387' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/7440907451533244387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/7440907451533244387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/11/1811.html' title='1811'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-6658876259024299541</id><published>2007-11-27T09:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:34:33.542Z</updated><title type='text'>CANTIGAS DE CANTEIROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/R0vkZasO9PI/AAAAAAAAABw/1ICkJoN3His/s1600-h/cas077.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137450925258896626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/R0vkZasO9PI/AAAAAAAAABw/1ICkJoN3His/s400/cas077.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canteiros de Pontevedra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¡Miña Santa Liberata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levan os picos de aceiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hannos de traer de prata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canteiros de Pontevedra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vosoutros ben o sabedes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;por unha nena bonita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rompedes sete paredes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canteiriño, pica e canta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e deixa á costureira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ela perde de casarse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ti de picar na pedra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non te cases, miña nena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;con pedreiro que ben canta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que trae o polvo da pedra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dentro da súa garganta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pica, canteiriño, pica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pica na pedra miúda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pica na muller allea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que outro picará na túa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dous de Xeve e un de Bora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;botan ao mestre fóra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e se ven un de Marcón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tamén botan ao patrón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas palabras dos canteiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meniñas non confiedes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;collen os picos e vanse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meniñas, ¿Que lle faredes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-6658876259024299541?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/6658876259024299541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=6658876259024299541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/6658876259024299541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/6658876259024299541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/11/cantigas-de-canteiros.html' title='CANTIGAS DE CANTEIROS'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/R0vkZasO9PI/AAAAAAAAABw/1ICkJoN3His/s72-c/cas077.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-6187015621565571033</id><published>2007-11-24T12:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:44:45.165Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/R0gUJqsO9OI/AAAAAAAAABo/BFFEcPvjPkM/s1600-h/Artist-Unknown-A-Wizard-S-Study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136377531327247586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/R0gUJqsO9OI/AAAAAAAAABo/BFFEcPvjPkM/s400/Artist-Unknown-A-Wizard-S-Study.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seis días de camiño&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aínda sendo un deus, non podía dar credo ó que estaba a ouir …&lt;br /&gt;Máis de tres mil anos de existencia, e endexanáis lle pediran un desexo coma aquel …&lt;br /&gt;Co cansazo apoiado nun humilde caxato, torpemente tallado nunha vara de aveleira, e unha túnica que, en calquera momento podía deixar tóda-las súas miserias máis ó descuberto se cabe, aquel home, volveu exhalar un fío de voz para deixar outra vez constancia do seu desexo.&lt;br /&gt;-Sei que lle parecerá unha nimiedade, dixo, cos ollos moi abertos nun van intento de parecer máis sinceiro do que estaba sendo- pero xúrolle, que non intento rirme de vostede, o que lle estou a pedir, é o que en realidade desexo, e nas súas mans está concedermo.&lt;br /&gt;-¿Acaso pensas que son estúpido? Díxolle aquel deus nun ton anoxado.&lt;br /&gt;¿Estasme dicindo que camiñaches durante seis días para pedirme iso …? ¿É que non te das conta da túa pobreza …? ¿Por qué non fas coma tódo-los demáis e me pides algo para sair da túa miseria …?&lt;br /&gt;Aquel ancián nin tan sequera tivo valor para contestar de viva voz, así que se limitou a arrandea-la cabeza da dereita á esquerda un par de veces.&lt;br /&gt;Aquel deus, que nese intre tiña na face unha expresión pouco amigable, cambiou de actitude e achegándose lentamente a él, deulle unha aperta durante cinco longuísimos segundos e díxolle á orella:&lt;br /&gt;-Mentiría se non che dixese que morría de curiosidade por saber por qué me pides iso, mentiría se non che dixese que morrería de angustia ó saber que podo facer algo por ti, e non o fago; así que volve á túa casa … e desfruta do teu desexo …&lt;br /&gt;O ancián mirouno ós ollos, e logo de darlle as grazas, coa ollada máis ca con verbas, recolleu no talle a súa desfiañada túnica e co caxato de aveleira na súa man dereita, marchou por onde viñera, consciente de que nalgún intre a súa súprica sería escoitada.&lt;br /&gt;Máis de seis días despóis, co cansazo apretándolle os ósos, o ancián entrou naquel furado escarbado na rocha ó que teimaba en chamar fogar.&lt;br /&gt;Acendeu un candil, sentou no chan, coas pernas cruzadas e ó vira-la cabeza, un brillo na penumbra chamoulle a atención, era o seu desexo … unha cunca de té.&lt;br /&gt;O suficientemente quente para agardar o momento idóneo para poder bebelo, o suficientemente doce para facer esquecer os máis de seis días de penoso camiño e … servido en bandexa de prata … como se serven as oportunidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rematou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gracias Peque pola traducciòn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-6187015621565571033?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/6187015621565571033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=6187015621565571033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/6187015621565571033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/6187015621565571033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/11/seis-das-de-camio-anda-sendo-un-deus.html' title=''/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/R0gUJqsO9OI/AAAAAAAAABo/BFFEcPvjPkM/s72-c/Artist-Unknown-A-Wizard-S-Study.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-3360716257807705735</id><published>2007-11-01T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:28:29.877Z</updated><title type='text'>VIDA E MORTE DE MILUCHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RyoiLgDKzyI/AAAAAAAAABY/TflZQanXRtE/s1600-h/nenoÃ§.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127948706691862306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RyoiLgDKzyI/AAAAAAAAABY/TflZQanXRtE/s400/neno%C3%A7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero chamar a atenciòn dos millòns de lectores do meu blog&lt;br /&gt;para ensalzar mais se cabe a figura dun dos persoeiros mais&lt;br /&gt;salientables da cultura popular galega, estoume a referir&lt;br /&gt;como non, o ilustrìsimo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Milucho MacCallan Cajaraville&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A el debèmoslle tantas aportaciòns os diferentes campos da&lt;br /&gt;cultura, que necesitariamos unha libreta das gordas para&lt;br /&gt;apuntalo todo.&lt;br /&gt;Milucho foi un dos impulsores da carreira espacial en Galicia.&lt;br /&gt;Intentou poñer en òrbita un chimpìn atàndolle media ducia de&lt;br /&gt;foguetes das festas, 3 anos despois, cando espertou do coma&lt;br /&gt;que lle produciu tan tremebunda explosiòn, Milucho formulou o&lt;br /&gt;seu seguinte soño... facer unha estaciòn espacial a base de&lt;br /&gt;xestas e cachos de uralita.&lt;br /&gt;Home de espiritu incansable e tolo coma un can pola&lt;br /&gt;deflagraciòn do seu chimpin espacial, Milucho, a base de tesòn&lt;br /&gt;esforzo e sacrificio, estudiou para deixar de ser aquel home&lt;br /&gt;estùpido e pailàn, para ser pailàn a secas&lt;br /&gt;No campo da zooloxia fixo descubrimentos asombrosos coma as&lt;br /&gt;novas especies descubertas nas selvas de Godos e Mosteiro. A&lt;br /&gt;el debenselle o coñecemento para o mundo da colebra pitadora,&lt;br /&gt;o koala do pais, o hipopòtamo de palleiro, e as personas de&lt;br /&gt;Baion. Estas ùltimas, estan sendo minuciosamente estudiadas&lt;br /&gt;pola sua capacidade de inxerir litros de barniz e kilos de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jalletas &lt;/em&gt;de coco sen sufires efecto secundario algùn.&lt;br /&gt;Nos ùltimos anos da sua vida, Milucho entregouse por completo&lt;br /&gt;a adicciòns perigosas ( Nolotiles e camisas de terlenka) o que&lt;br /&gt;o fixo caer na depresiòn mais profunda e nalgunha cuneta&lt;br /&gt;tamèn.&lt;br /&gt;Precursor das artes marciais en galicia foi quen de inventar o&lt;br /&gt;kung fu do paìs.. e de se-lo primeiro ninja pandereteiro do&lt;br /&gt;mundo.&lt;br /&gt;FIN DA PRIMEIRA PARTE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGO SEN SABER POÑER FOTOS QUE PEGUEN&lt;br /&gt;CON TEMA QUE ESTOU A TRATAR. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-3360716257807705735?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/3360716257807705735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=3360716257807705735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/3360716257807705735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/3360716257807705735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/11/vida-e-morte-de-milucho.html' title='VIDA E MORTE DE MILUCHO'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RyoiLgDKzyI/AAAAAAAAABY/TflZQanXRtE/s72-c/neno%C3%A7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-3255428815624797502</id><published>2007-10-30T14:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T14:04:57.881Z</updated><title type='text'>ALECRÌN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/Ryc58ADKzxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qhur8Ux-hAc/s1600-h/x1pN1mp8dKYgTHxUCvhr-xGSr_sLwU6116pkzsbAVbKIODO0gQ5CSK9D_rViZHnUii5tmFzfY6DotiiVRdq839Ahug0HHsfTlLwlnH9glUmTQi-0QaPnOdP0A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127130403752824594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/Ryc58ADKzxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qhur8Ux-hAc/s400/x1pN1mp8dKYgTHxUCvhr-xGSr_sLwU6116pkzsbAVbKIODO0gQ5CSK9D_rViZHnUii5tmFzfY6DotiiVRdq839Ahug0HHsfTlLwlnH9glUmTQi-0QaPnOdP0A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alecrín, alecrín dourado&lt;br /&gt;que naceu no monte&lt;br /&gt;sin ser sementado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, amor, amor&lt;br /&gt;¿quen che dixo a tí&lt;br /&gt;que a flor do toxo&lt;br /&gt;era o alecrín?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alecrín, alecrín dourado&lt;br /&gt;que naceu no monte&lt;br /&gt;sin ser sementado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, amor, amor&lt;br /&gt;¿quen che dixo a tí&lt;br /&gt;que a flor do toxo&lt;br /&gt;se chamaba asi? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRADICIONAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-3255428815624797502?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/3255428815624797502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=3255428815624797502' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/3255428815624797502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/3255428815624797502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/alecrn.html' title='ALECRÌN'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/Ryc58ADKzxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qhur8Ux-hAc/s72-c/x1pN1mp8dKYgTHxUCvhr-xGSr_sLwU6116pkzsbAVbKIODO0gQ5CSK9D_rViZHnUii5tmFzfY6DotiiVRdq839Ahug0HHsfTlLwlnH9glUmTQi-0QaPnOdP0A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-2765804632158734784</id><published>2007-10-30T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:39:22.779Z</updated><title type='text'>VERSIÒN CHANTADA DA MUIÑEIRA DE CANTADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RyclvgDKzwI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZG_5tVPVoD4/s1600-h/crocosmias3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127108198771904258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="243" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RyclvgDKzwI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZG_5tVPVoD4/s400/crocosmias3.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIN TEÑO MAIS QUE DAR&lt;br /&gt;NIN TI TES MAIS QUE PEDIRME&lt;br /&gt;MELLOR E LONXE DE TI&lt;br /&gt;QUE TAN PRETO QUE POIDAS FERIRME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABENDO QUE O CANTAR&lt;br /&gt;DO MEU LADO TI MARCHABAS&lt;br /&gt;DIA E NOITE CANTABA&lt;br /&gt;E BAILABA NO SERÀN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA TUA BOCA BEBIN&lt;br /&gt;MESTURA DE MEL E AUGA&lt;br /&gt;DOS TEUS OLLOS COLLIN&lt;br /&gt;TODA A LUZ QUE SOBRABA DO ALBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGORA ESO PASOU&lt;br /&gt;TAN SO ME QUEDAN TORMENTOS&lt;br /&gt;VAI ANDANDO PRO INFERNO&lt;br /&gt;CO DEMO BEN TE AS LEVAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTIVECHES A BEBER&lt;br /&gt;DAS MIÑAS HORAS PERDIDAS____ESTRIBILL®&lt;br /&gt;XUNTO A MIN QUERES VOLVER&lt;br /&gt;PARA TE CURA-LAS FERIDAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XA NON TEÑO MAIS QUE DARCHE&lt;br /&gt;NIN TI TES MAIS QUE PEDIRME&lt;br /&gt;TAN SO QUERO UNHA VIDA&lt;br /&gt;E VIVI-LA BEN LONXE DE TI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDO MIRAS PARA MIN&lt;br /&gt;DESA MANEIRA CALADA&lt;br /&gt;SEI QUE ME VAS FERIR&lt;br /&gt;COS PUÑAIS DAS TUAS PALABRAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON SOMBRA DO QUE FUN&lt;br /&gt;E TI NON ES O QUE ERAS&lt;br /&gt;O INVERNO EMPEZA EN ABRIL&lt;br /&gt;ES COMA UN LADRÒN DE PRIMAVERAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABENDO QUE O MORRER&lt;br /&gt;CONTIGO IRIA O CEO&lt;br /&gt;MARCHARIA PRA O INFERNO&lt;br /&gt;E CON DEUS TI AS QUEDAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;®&lt;/strong&gt; 2005 /12594-8356 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-2765804632158734784?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/2765804632158734784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=2765804632158734784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/2765804632158734784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/2765804632158734784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/versin-chantada-da-muieira-de-cantada.html' title='VERSIÒN CHANTADA DA MUIÑEIRA DE CANTADA'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RyclvgDKzwI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZG_5tVPVoD4/s72-c/crocosmias3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-6756786883586675331</id><published>2007-10-28T12:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-28T13:16:37.625Z</updated><title type='text'>Elixir de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="359" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6909b5680acf6aa1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAIiSxp13MRsP2RXZVN7myjIMiosAyDRjfvtmo33NpGc-12DQjjNoGlNwpgfPXI7JY0Ws0RtWO3p55pN8A0McGIzbD3vt2FCAjaPJIiYSLWTC_bx4jVBSQFtcwWrCTBO9YWfNh-S7983_goFytna4zM6fIbFiVBA1sOhLvYpV59PuJ4zPWjmDDrd6hTphsV380_HY3JzFT01EoEKzSiGb0CDQ7MCVA5Phcs657IQtSM-M%26sigh%3Dq_RbkoAVaGzJ7axCIz9dyjNxc9U%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6909b5680acf6aa1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DFV2UbdF_RryiN5csNcBpndNFiZg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="359" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAIiSxp13MRsP2RXZVN7myjIMiosAyDRjfvtmo33NpGc-12DQjjNoGlNwpgfPXI7JY0Ws0RtWO3p55pN8A0McGIzbD3vt2FCAjaPJIiYSLWTC_bx4jVBSQFtcwWrCTBO9YWfNh-S7983_goFytna4zM6fIbFiVBA1sOhLvYpV59PuJ4zPWjmDDrd6hTphsV380_HY3JzFT01EoEKzSiGb0CDQ7MCVA5Phcs657IQtSM-M%26sigh%3Dq_RbkoAVaGzJ7axCIz9dyjNxc9U%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6909b5680acf6aa1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DFV2UbdF_RryiN5csNcBpndNFiZg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elixir de amor -G. Donnizeti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                   SOBRAN AS PALABRAS...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-6756786883586675331?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6909b5680acf6aa1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/6756786883586675331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=6756786883586675331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/6756786883586675331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/6756786883586675331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/elixir-de-amor.html' title='Elixir de amor'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-681770311098826</id><published>2007-10-26T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:18:56.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TEÑO PROBLEMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RyG6uQDKzvI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ts6lZRkebsc/s1600-h/Imagen35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125583154669342450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RyG6uQDKzvI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ts6lZRkebsc/s400/Imagen35.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Exemplo gràfico do meu problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E creo que necesito axuda, non entendo a miña muller, creo que falamos idiomas distintos... vale que è de Hungria, pero ainda asì creo que non nos entendemos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;poñovos uns exemplos e asi xuzgades con coñecemento de causa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunha festa... un par de copas de mais ....e o de sempre... achegouse a min, e dixome -!&lt;em&gt; deixa de pinta-lo indio&lt;/em&gt;....¡ e a verdade è que tiña razòn... con duas mans ,era sufìciente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;un sàbado pola noite... estabamos na casa a falar de como nos ia na parella e dìxome... &lt;em&gt;- tes que cambiar... tes que cambiar&lt;/em&gt;... e asì o decidìn, e asi o fixen... !!! con un par.¡¡¡... collìn o mando da tele e puxen en antena 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;non entendo por que non falades mais claro.. as veces è mellor non preguntar e dici-las cousas directamente... un exemplo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia- martes... hora... 5: 30 da mañàn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tasa alcohòlica en sangue... botando por fora tirando a coma etilico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;de onde ves&lt;/em&gt;...? preguntame ela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Do catecismo , non te jode.. de onde crees que veño ...si estou entrando na casa pisàndome as mans.... que raio de pregunta è esa.. por que non dis directamente... pasa, e ponte còmodo no sofà por que è o que che espera durante moooito tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ese è o problema.. que non falan claro.. e algo que aprenderon das suas nais... as nais tamen fan iso... de pequeno dicialle eu a miña nai, -&lt;em&gt; mamà comprame unha bicicleta&lt;/em&gt;- è miña nai en vez de dicirme que si ou que no, dicia &lt;em&gt;... si .si  ..un biclicleto&lt;/em&gt;... i eu quedaba todo preocupado por si me compraban un&lt;em&gt; bicicleto,&lt;/em&gt; e non sabia andar nel... ou non lle chegaba os pedais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O certo e que xa estou mais tranquilo.. gracias polo vosa comprensiòn. Se queredes mais  informaciòn acudide as O.N.Gs  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CHUSQUIÑOS SEN FRONTEIRAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FEITIÑOS POLA PAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   e apoiade a iniciativa  de &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APADRIÑA A UN CANOSO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; POR MENOS DUN 1€ O DIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-681770311098826?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/681770311098826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=681770311098826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/681770311098826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/681770311098826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/teo-problemas.html' title='TEÑO PROBLEMAS'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RyG6uQDKzvI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ts6lZRkebsc/s72-c/Imagen35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-3479408708262112163</id><published>2007-10-24T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:33:14.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!OSTIA¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/Rx-8yRQZC7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wgD1aY0FOb8/s1600-h/ovella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125022472782547890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/Rx-8yRQZC7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wgD1aY0FOb8/s400/ovella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 hippie, 2 hippies, 3 hippies.. &lt;strong&gt;¡ostia ...Ortigueira!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 audis, 5 mercedes, 6 porsches.. &lt;strong&gt;¡ ostia ...Vilagarcia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7 narcos, 8 detidos, 9 planeadoras.. &lt;strong&gt;¡ostia ...o de sempre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10 visòns, 11 golfas, 12 puticlubs... &lt;strong&gt;¡ostia ... o paraiso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A FOTO NON PEGA CO TEXTO NIN DE COÑA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-3479408708262112163?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/3479408708262112163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=3479408708262112163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/3479408708262112163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/3479408708262112163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/ostia.html' title='!OSTIA¡'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/Rx-8yRQZC7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wgD1aY0FOb8/s72-c/ovella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-4040147168771550386</id><published>2007-10-23T07:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:05:36.171Z</updated><title type='text'>F.I.N    FEDERACIÒN INTERNACIONAL DE NOIVOS</title><content type='html'>AQUI VOS DEIXO UNHAS REFLEXIÒNS E S PUNTOS QUE SE TRATARON NA ULTIMA XUNTANZA DA FEDERACIÒN INTERNACIONAL DE NOIVOS, CELEBRADA O PASADO MES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- NOS, OS HOMES SEMPRE VOS IMOS DA-LA RAZÒN PERO.. UNHA FALDA NUNCA NOS PARECE SUFICIENTEMENTE CORTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-TENDES QUE APRENDER QUE A FRASE&lt;strong&gt; "DEIXA XA VOU EU..."&lt;/strong&gt; E UNHA FRASE FEITA, ES NON INDICA NINGUN DESEXO DE FACER ABSOLUTAMENTE NADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- POR FAVOR COPIA ISTO, IMPRÌMEO, E PÈGAO NUN LUGAR VISIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O CUARTO DE BAÑO NON È UNHA SALA DE ESTAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-RESOLVE O SEGUINTE PROBLEMA:&lt;br /&gt;XAN QUEDA CON MARTA PARA IR Ò CINE AS 20:00, ¿ A QUE HORA TEN QUE METERSE MARTA NA DUCHA??&lt;br /&gt;( UNHA PISTA PARA AS LOIRAS ES AS MODELOS, &lt;strong&gt;!!! MOITO ANTES DAS 20:00¡¡¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ¿POR QUE VOS ENFADADES TANTO CANDO MERCADES UNHA FALDA NOVA E NON NOS DAMOS CONTA? NOS AS VECES, COMPRAMOS UNHA BROCA DO 6 E A VOS PARECE QUE NIN VOS VAI, NIN VOS BEN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-APRENDEDE ESTO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS MIÑAS AMIGAS NON TEÑEN ESCOTE, CHÀMASE SINCERIDADE PECTORAL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- QUE UN ARTIGO TEÑA O 50% DE REBAIXA NON INDICA EN ABSOLUTO QUE O TEÑADES QUE MERCAR, ASI EVITAREDES TER NA CASA, DUCIA E MEDIA DE TRAXES DE APICULTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 SE QUIXERA OUIR UN ZUMBIDO ABSURDO METERIA A CABEZA NO MOTOR DUN SEAT PANDA. ASI QUE NA MEDIDA DO POSIBLE, NON DESPOTRIQUES CONTRA A TELEVISIÒN MENTRAS DAN AS NOTICIAS, E O PEOR.. LOGO NON PREGUNTES QUE ESTABAN A DICIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-¿POR QUE VAS PREGONANDO QUE SE CHE DESPERTOU O INSTINTO MATERNAL. E SE POR EXEMPLO UN NENO ATROPÈLATE NO PARQUE CA SUA BICI, TEN TODAS AS PAPELETAS PARA REMATAR CON PARTE DO MANILLAR METIDO NAS TRIPAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-¿DONDE CREEDES QUE ESTÀ A GRACIA DE PASEAR POLO CAMPO DA FESTA CUN HIPOPÒTAMO VIOLETA XIGANTE COLGADO NA CHEPA? XA QUE TIÑAS TANTO EMPEÑO EN XOGAR NA TOMBOLA... LEVALO TI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- NORABOA... CON ESE REXIME DE 15 DIAS XA PERDECHES 2 SEMANAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-CANDO SE ME VOLVA A SOLDA-LO OSO DA MANDIBULA EICHE EXPLICAR POR QUE NON LLE DEBES CHAMAR PUTA À MOZA DUN CULTURISTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 ¿POR QUE NON SABEDES POÑER A POSTURA DE BOXEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 ¿DE VERDADE PENSADES QUE VOS DIGAN 37 VECES POR TELÈFONO "VEÑA... VEMONOS MAÑÀN..." È NORMAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 CONTOCHE UN CHISTE E DIS..&lt;em&gt; !QUE MALO È&lt;/em&gt; ! PERO BOTAS A RIR IGUAL... NON O ENTENDO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-¿POR QUE CANDO VOS PEDIMOS QUE ESCOITEDES UNHA CANCIÒN, MIRADES PARA O ALTAVOZ... ? NON VOS QUERO SACA-LA ILUSIÒN PERO... DENTRO...NON HAI NINGUÈN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17- A UNICA DIFERENCIA ENTRE UNHA COLMEA DE ABELLAS . E TI ROSMANDO.. E QUE OS 2 MINUTOS, O SON DAS ABELLAS E MOITO MAIS AGRADABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 QUEDA CLARO QUE COCIÑADES MELLOR QUE NOS.. PERO... ACLARAME ESTOS 2 PUNTOS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿ONDE ESTÀ O GATO?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿POR QUE HAI UN AXOUXERE NA BANDEXA DO POLO?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;¿DE ONDE VOS BEN ESA AFICIÒN DE COMPRAR OS APARATOS QUE ANUNCIAN NA TELETIENDA? E O PEOR.. POR QUE DESPOIS DE QUE ESTÀ ENCARGADO PREGUNTADES ¿ &lt;em&gt;CREES QUE FUNCIONARÀ&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19- TI VES &lt;em&gt;SEXO EN NEW YORK&lt;/em&gt; E NON PASA NADA.. EU VEXO &lt;em&gt;TOTAL PENETRATION&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;VII &lt;/em&gt;E SON UN PERVERTIDO.. NON O ACABO DE ENTENDER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20 TI NON ENGORDAS.. O QUE PASA E QUE POLAS NOITES HAI UNHA PANDILLA DE GNOMOS QUE SE ADICAN A ENCOLLERCHE A ROUPA.... SI SI .. ESO È .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21- DEMOSTRADES UNHA HABILIDADE PASMOSA PARA APRENDER COREOGRAFIAS IMPOSIBLES, E O POUQUIÑO TALENTO QUE TENDES PARA SINTONIZAR OS CANLES DA TELE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22- SEMPRE IGUAL... DICIDES. "VOU COLLER 2 COUSAS Ò SUPER"... E TI DISLLE...             &lt;em&gt;¿ COLLO UN CESTO...?&lt;/em&gt;  E SEMPRE DICIDES O MESMO&lt;em&gt;..." QUE VA CARI,, SI SOLO SON 2 COSAS..."&lt;/em&gt;   5 MINUTOS DESPOIS ,TEÑO NAS  MANS 1TAMBOR DE DETERGENTE LAGARTO, QUE CURIOSAMENTE... NA CASA HAI 2 ENTEIROS , PERO... ESTE TEN O 0,25 % DE DESCONTO E HAI QUE APROVEITALO, 12 CARTÒNS DE LEITE SEMIDESNATADA QUE PESAN IGUAL QUE SI LEVARA 4 KILOS DE NATA,  1 PAQUETE DE AUGA , 2 REPOLOS,  3 KILOS DE MAZÀNS, 1 PAQUETE DE CHICHAROS DO PAIS BAIXOS EN SODIO E RICOS EN FIBRA CON ALFAHIDROXIACIDOS. MAIS REPOLOS..E UN PAR DE COUSAS MAIS.... MENTRÀS TI... VAS PASEANDO POLO SUPERMERCADO TODA &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"AGOBIADA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; CO TEU BOLSO DE TOUS QUE CURIOSAMENTE ME ENSINACHES O DIA ANTES DO TEU CUMPLEANOS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23- PREGUNTARME SE ESE PANTALÒN QUE LEVAS POSTO CHE FAI AS CADEIRAS MOI ANCHAS È COMO SI ME PREGUNTAS SE ESE COLLAR QUE LEVAS CHE FAI AS ORELLAS PEQUENAS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24- QUE TI ESTÈS A DIETA ,NON QUERE DICIR QUE EU EN MENOS DUN MES ACÀBEME PARECENDO A GANDHI, XA QUE A UNICA DIFERENCIA ,ENTRE A COMIDA QUE ME POS  NA MESA ,E  UN FARO DE VIGO FERVIDO EN AUGA, E QUE O FARO DE VIGO TEN ALGO DE SABOR GRACIAS A TINTA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25-NOS, OS HOMES, ADMITIREMOS QUE NON DEBEDES SER DISCRIMINADAS POR RAZÒNS DE SEXO CANDO...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;PENSEDES NO SEXO 23 HORAS O DIA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MANTEÑADES O MESMO SENTIDO DO HUMOR O 98% DO TEMPO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;VOS DEADES CONTA DE QUE BEN AFLECK E UN MAL ACTOR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;26- A VELOCIDADE À QUE CIRCULA UNHA INDIVIDUA POR UN ESCAPARATE DE ZARA E INVERSAMENTE PROPORCIONAL À QUE CIRCULA POR DIANTE DUN SEX SHOP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27- NON LLE DEADES MAIS VOLTAS... BEN AFLECK E UN MAL ACTOR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28- SE NON VOS GUSTAN ESE TIPO DE PELICULAS.. CANDO MENOS PODIADES ESTAR CALADAS E EVITAR COMENTARIOS DO TIPO " QUE PEINADO MAS HORTERA LLEVA ESA TIA... " " QUE POCO SEXY ES ESE TIO".... ANDA QUE PARA NON GUSTARVOS FIXADEBOS  DEMASIADO... ¿ NON CREEDES...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29- DE VERDADE NON TENDES OUTRA FORMA DE COMER UN PLÀTANO...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30 AS CÀMARAS DE VIDEO CANDO ESTÀN APAGADAS TEÑEN UNHA LUCECIÑA VERMELLA ENCENDIDA E ZUMBAN LIXEIRAMENTE.. ASI QUE, TI SIGUE Ò TEU QUE MAÑÀN VOU SER O REI DO EMULE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31 NON HAI NADA QUE NOS GUSTE MAIS QUE UNHA BOA QUEIXA NO MOMENTO EN QUE ESTOU DESNUDO ENRIBA DE TI E SIN APENAS SANGUE NA CABEZA, ASI QUE OS COMENTARIOS TIPO....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;NON ME ARRUGUES AS MEDIAS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;VAI MOITA CALOR... VAI MOITO FRIO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ESA MÙSICA DE FONDO QUE POS NON ME GUSTA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ESA MÙSICA DE FONDO QUE POS LEVA FLISCORNIO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NON SEI QUE HOSTIA E UN FLISCORNIO...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;             ¿¿¿¿ .¡¡¡¡¡.PODEDES EVITALOS.... ! !!!!!!!! ?????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32- NON ESTOU DE ACORDO CON QUE ME DIGAS QUE ONTE CHEGUEI BORRACHO A CASA... SABES PERFECTAMENTE QUE EU OS MARTES TEÑO POR COSTUME CHEGAR DESNUDO A CASA E MEXAR NO  CAIXÒN DA CUBERTERIA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33- AS FRASES... SACASME DAS MIÑAS LADILLAS... MORTO O REI ACABOUSE O CAN... A CAN MORTO REI POSTO... NON EXISTEN.. SO AS COÑECES TI...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;69- DESTE PUNTO MELLOR NON FALAR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SI ALGUNHA MULLER SÌNTESE OFENDIDA POR ESTE TEXTO, CANDO ME VEXA POLA RUA POR FAVOR DÀDEME UN BICO.. E SE NON TAMÈN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-4040147168771550386?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/4040147168771550386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=4040147168771550386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/4040147168771550386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/4040147168771550386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/fin-federacin-internacional-de-noivos.html' title='F.I.N    FEDERACIÒN INTERNACIONAL DE NOIVOS'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-9003563160450685985</id><published>2007-10-23T07:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T07:41:30.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Asi deberia se-la nosa bandeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/Rx2XJBQZC6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/k3hgXoWZ834/s1600-h/y1peL96jbhvBYYeO_e1Q2UsiTGIvpJHWE0HLVFeXORhVJuQtTtGnpCfkYUFW375TaZF4kCcsxSXb84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124418132229295010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/Rx2XJBQZC6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/k3hgXoWZ834/s400/y1peL96jbhvBYYeO_e1Q2UsiTGIvpJHWE0HLVFeXORhVJuQtTtGnpCfkYUFW375TaZF4kCcsxSXb84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non e nada novo, xa o dixo Castelao, "&lt;em&gt;a vaca è o simbolo da paz&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-9003563160450685985?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/9003563160450685985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=9003563160450685985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/9003563160450685985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/9003563160450685985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/asi-deberia-se-la-nosa-bandeira.html' title='Asi deberia se-la nosa bandeira'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/Rx2XJBQZC6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/k3hgXoWZ834/s72-c/y1peL96jbhvBYYeO_e1Q2UsiTGIvpJHWE0HLVFeXORhVJuQtTtGnpCfkYUFW375TaZF4kCcsxSXb84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-8538556272469051619</id><published>2007-10-20T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T00:01:13.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ROSEIRAS DO MES DE ABRIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Como roseiras do mes abril&lt;br /&gt;                Tiven amores de flor dun dia&lt;br /&gt;                Ti tan pretiño i eu non te vin&lt;br /&gt;                 Onde andiveches miña alegria&lt;br /&gt;                  Como roseiras do mes de abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Como as augas dun manantial&lt;br /&gt;                        Que afogan penas mollando a ialma&lt;br /&gt;                Como a choiva tras dun cristal&lt;br /&gt;                    Deixaches o meu vento en calma&lt;br /&gt;            Como roseiras do mes abril&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;            neses teus ollos azul cristal&lt;br /&gt;              quero ver pasa-la miña vida&lt;br /&gt;       ca tua voz de color coral&lt;br /&gt;                 quero que cantes miña alegria&lt;br /&gt;                como roseiras do mes de abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; da tua boca quero beber&lt;br /&gt;        unha mestura de mel e auga&lt;br /&gt;na tua cara hei de poñer&lt;br /&gt;   toda luz que sobre do alba&lt;br /&gt;           como roseiras do mes de abril&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-8538556272469051619?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/8538556272469051619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=8538556272469051619' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/8538556272469051619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/8538556272469051619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/roseiras-do-mes-de-abril.html' title='ROSEIRAS DO MES DE ABRIL'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-2506168053964501137</id><published>2007-10-20T11:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T14:15:19.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FALAR A DESHORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RxnZTRobrBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WQ3ST_EGjWA/s1600-h/mh_Dsc10865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123364976284380178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RxnZTRobrBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WQ3ST_EGjWA/s400/mh_Dsc10865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E LOGO DIN QUE A VERGONZA E PEOR CA FAME&lt;br /&gt;PEOR CA FAME, E NON TER VERGONZA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FALAR A DESTEMPO&lt;br /&gt;E CALAR A DESHORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E BERRAR AS MISERIAS&lt;br /&gt;DOS QUE CALAN E CHORAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POIS BERRAR E CANTAR&lt;br /&gt;DIFAMAR E CONTAR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NON CHE È A MESMA COUSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELLOR E CALAR&lt;br /&gt;QUE FALAR A DESTEMPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELLOR E CHORAR&lt;br /&gt;QUE FALAR O TEU XEITO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE TODO Ò QUE SABES&lt;br /&gt;ESQUEZE TRES COUSAS&lt;br /&gt;O MEU NOME,&lt;br /&gt;FALAR A DESHORA,&lt;br /&gt;E A TUA FAME DE NOVAS HISTORIAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POIS SÒ CANDO O CONSIGAS&lt;br /&gt;CHORARAS DE VERGONZA.&lt;br /&gt;PENSAS QUE SABES&lt;br /&gt;E SABES… QUE IGNORAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E SINTESTE GRANDE&lt;br /&gt;ANTE TODALAS COUSAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E A ESA GRANDEZA&lt;br /&gt;RIOLLE CON SORNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OU TI QUE TANTO SABES…&lt;br /&gt;¿COMO NON TE DAS CONTA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANTO MAIS CHE VALDRIA&lt;br /&gt;ESQUEZER ESTAS TRES COUSAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O MEU NOME&lt;br /&gt;A TUA FAME&lt;br /&gt;E FALAR A DESHORA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-2506168053964501137?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/2506168053964501137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=2506168053964501137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/2506168053964501137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/2506168053964501137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/falar-deshora.html' title='FALAR A DESHORA'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RxnZTRobrBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WQ3ST_EGjWA/s72-c/mh_Dsc10865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-6500707708698627333</id><published>2007-10-20T08:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:16:08.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SE MICROSOFT FIXERA GAITAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RxnVWRobrAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JzgAcxAzghE/s1600-h/sb_piper_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123360629777476610" style="DISPLAY: block; 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ATURUXAR OU SOPLAR.. APARECERIA A MENSAXE &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANCELAR REPETIR IGNORAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O PUNTEIRO SERIA SUSTITUIDO POR UN RATO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;PARA CAMBIALA PALLETA HABERIA QUE CONFIGURA-LA GAITA DE NOVO TENDO QUE CAMBIAR TODAS AS MADEIRAS .OS FLECOS E FORRO DO FOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-6500707708698627333?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/6500707708698627333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=6500707708698627333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/6500707708698627333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/6500707708698627333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/se-microsoft-fixera-gaitas.html' title='SE MICROSOFT FIXERA GAITAS'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RxnVWRobrAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JzgAcxAzghE/s72-c/sb_piper_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-404130836205325062</id><published>2007-10-20T07:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:08:29.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SUBIMOS OU BAIXAMOS?</title><content type='html'>HAI UN DITO QUE DI QUE UN GALEGO NUNHA ESCALEIRA NON SE SABE SE SUBE OU BAIXA .. ASI QUE RECOPILEI AS DIFERENTES OPINIÒNS SOBRE O CASO DALGUNHA XENTE COÑECIDA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROFESOR DE PRIMARIA&lt;/strong&gt;- PARA SUBIR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROFESOR DO S.E.K&lt;/strong&gt;- DA IGUAL.. ESTADES APROBADOS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLATÒN&lt;/strong&gt; O GALEGO COMA INDIVIDUO SOIO BUSCA A SUA PARTE DE PAZ NA SOCIEDADE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEORGE W BUSH&lt;/strong&gt;- TIVEMOS QUE BOMBARDEAR A ESCALEIRA, O GALEGO REPRESENTABA UNHA AMEAZA PARA A PAZ MUNDIAL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BILL GATES&lt;/strong&gt;- ESTE ANO IMOS LANZAR UNHA NOVA VERSION DE HOME GALEGO, CAPAZ DE SUBIR ESCALEIRAS UN 54% MAIS RÀPIDO QUE A PERSOAS DOUTRAS COMUNIDADES E COMPATIBLE CO WINDOWS XP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOSE LUIS RODRIGUEZ ZAPATERO&lt;/strong&gt;.. TEMOS QUE DEMOSTRAR UN TALANTE DIALOGANTE E CONCILIADOR, TANTO COS QUE SUBEN COMO COS QUE BAIXAN, E CREAR UN GOBERNO PARITARIO ,CO MESMO NUMERO DE GALEGOS QUE DE ESCALEIRAS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDGAR ALLAN POE&lt;/strong&gt;- DE PRONTO.. A ESCALEIRA ENCHEUSE DE VISCERAS E SANGUE .. E O GALEGO LAMBIA O FUCIÑO.... DESPOIS DE VER TAN EXQUISITO MANXAR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAVID COPPERFIELD&lt;/strong&gt;.. NADA POR AQUI....NADA POR ALÀ... !!! DESPARECEU O GALEGO A ESCALEIRA E O DIOS QUE OS BOTOU A ESTE MUNDO!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARWIN&lt;/strong&gt;... A EVOLUCION NATURAL ENCARGOUSE DURANTE SÈCULOS MEDIANTE UN PROCESO DE SELECCIÒN NATURAL DE MODIFICACIÒN XENÈTICA QUE OS GALEGOS SUBIRAN CADA VEZ MAIS RÀPIDO AS ESCALEIRAS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOSE RAMÒN GAYOSO&lt;/strong&gt;... DOULLE 150 € A QUEN CHAME O LUAR E DIGA DE QUE COR E A ESCALEIRA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANUEL FRAGA&lt;/strong&gt; כּמּסּאַשׁﬂﮓכּמּסּאַשׁﬂכּמּכּמּסּאַשׁﬂﮓכּמּסּאַשׁ ﬂכּמּכּמּסּאַשׁ&lt;br /&gt;ﬂכּמּכּמּסּאַשׁﬂﮓכּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁכּמּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁﬂﮓכּמּסּאַשׁכּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁﬂﮓכּמּסּאַשׁכּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ כּמּסּאַשׁ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GANDALF&lt;/strong&gt; A ESCALEIRA DEBE SER DESTRUIDA PARA EVITAR QUE O GALEGO DOMINE A TERRA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREENPEACE.&lt;/strong&gt; FAREMOS UN ESTUDIO PARA ANALIZAR O IMPACTO MEDIO AMBIENTAL DA ESCALEIRA SOBRE OS GALEGOS I EN CASO DE QUE SEXAN NOCIVOS IMONOS ENCADEAR O PASAMANOS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIDEL CASTRO&lt;/strong&gt; CAMARADAS!!! IMOS RESPONDER CON DECISIÒN A PROVOCACION DE EE.UU DE APUNTARNOS CUN GALEGO DE CABEZA NUCLEAR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARTIN LUTHER KING&lt;/strong&gt;. ONTE TIVEN UN SOÑO ..... SOÑEI CUN MUNDO ONDE OS GALEGOS SUBIAN E BAIXABAN LIBRE POLAS ESCALEIRAS SEN NINGUN TIPO DE PRESIÒN SOCIAL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EINSTEIN&lt;/strong&gt;.. SE O GALEGO SUBE OU BAIXA DEPENDE DO TEU PUNTO DE REFERENCIA... È RELATIVO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JORGE JAVIER VAZQUEZ&lt;/strong&gt;- QUE FUEEERRRRTE ¡EXCLUSIVA EN AQUÍ HAY TOMATE, TEMOS O TELÈFONO O SOBRIÑO DO CARPINTEIRO QUE BARNIZOU A ESCALEIRA…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HARRY POTTER&lt;/strong&gt; – ¡GALLEGUM ELEVAM ESCALIRAT¡&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEDRO ALMODOVAR&lt;/strong&gt; FAREI UNHA PELICULA DUN TRANSEXUAL GALEGO QUE SUBE POR UNHA ESCALEIRA E DASE CONTA QUE O QUE QUERE SER SE UNHA PANDERETEIRA PORNO STAR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UN PSICÒLOGO&lt;/strong&gt;. ESTÀ CLARO QUE A PERSOAS QUE SE PARAN A REFLEXIONAR SOBRE ISTO E POR QUE TEÑEN UN SENTIMENTO DE CULPA ENORME, POR VIVIR A SUA HOMOSEXUALIDADE DE XEITO OCULTO DURANTE TODA A VIDA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UN FUNCIONARIO&lt;/strong&gt;. VEÑA MAÑAN AGORA MESMO TEÑO QUE SAIR E NON PODO ATENDELO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CONTINUARÀ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-404130836205325062?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/404130836205325062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=404130836205325062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/404130836205325062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/404130836205325062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/subimos-ou-baixamos.html' title='SUBIMOS OU BAIXAMOS?'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-146634671331567940</id><published>2007-10-20T07:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T07:49:53.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NON SON PARVO</title><content type='html'>A MINHA MOZA LEVOUME A VER O ESCAPARATE DE PRONOVIAS.. LOGO O DE PRENATAL... E DESPOIS DISIMULADAMENTE O DE UNHA AXENCIA DE VIAXES E COMPRENDIN A MENXASE... !!! QUERE SER ESCAPARATISTA...!!! POIS MOI BEN ,EU DOULLE TODO O MEU APOIO. ESO SI. SEMPRE QUE NON ME QUITE MOITO TEMPO PARA IR O BAR , CLARO....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-146634671331567940?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/146634671331567940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=146634671331567940' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/146634671331567940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/146634671331567940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/non-son-parvo.html' title='NON SON PARVO'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-2555209257677390908</id><published>2007-10-19T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:47:59.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CANTO DE CEGO DE FLORENCIO O CEGO DA FONTANEIRA</title><content type='html'>Bartolo tiña unha filla&lt;br /&gt;que lle chamaban Leonor.&lt;br /&gt;Un día estaba cosendo&lt;br /&gt;enriba do corredor&lt;br /&gt;o corredor era vello&lt;br /&gt;tiña aberturas no piso&lt;br /&gt;si de abaixo se miraba&lt;br /&gt;víase un paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;Mais o fillo do estanqueiro&lt;br /&gt;que alí veu a Leonor&lt;br /&gt;marchou coma unha centella&lt;br /&gt;pra baixo do corredor&lt;br /&gt;e ó mirar hacia arriba&lt;br /&gt;cos seus ollos contemplaba&lt;br /&gt;as pernas de Leonor&lt;br /&gt;nunha banqueta sentada.&lt;br /&gt;Tapa esas pernas Leonor&lt;br /&gt;que senón un engano vexo&lt;br /&gt;enrriba desa banqueta&lt;br /&gt;as ourellas dun conexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois en canto esté solteira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ben seguro podes ter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que as ourellas do conexo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;non as volveras a ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Non te apures Leonor&lt;br /&gt;porque as pernas che mirei&lt;br /&gt;xa vexo que as tes guapiñas&lt;br /&gt;contigo me casarei&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;em&gt;Vai ó carallo Saturio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quen che botara na cara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;un bo chorro de auga quente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pra que a vista che cansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Foi un gran día de voda&lt;br /&gt;un gran día de placer&lt;br /&gt;os dous casados e novos&lt;br /&gt;deitáronse ó escurecer&lt;br /&gt;e ó empeza-la tarea&lt;br /&gt;dixo a rapaza asustada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;brinca despacio Saturio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que vas a rompe-la cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alá pola media noite&lt;br /&gt;Saturio estaba cansado&lt;br /&gt;quixo empezar a brincare&lt;br /&gt; xa non deu terminado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vaia por dios! dixo ela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xa non te manexas ben&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cando hoxe estás cansado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que farás dentro dun més.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-2555209257677390908?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/2555209257677390908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=2555209257677390908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/2555209257677390908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/2555209257677390908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/canto-de-cego-de-florencio-o-cego-da.html' title='CANTO DE CEGO DE FLORENCIO O CEGO DA FONTANEIRA'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-5610259760969633734</id><published>2007-10-19T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T07:21:18.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TRADUCCIÒN LIBRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RxkVTRobq_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9luO3jI_D3c/s1600-h/triskell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RxkVTRobq_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9luO3jI_D3c/s1600-h/triskell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123149472005336050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="79" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RxkVTRobq_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9luO3jI_D3c/s320/triskell2.jpg" width="69" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A SAIA DA CAROLINA TEN UN LAGARTO PINTADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAROLINA TEN UNHA SAIA LACOSTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANDO CAROLINA BAILA O LAGARTO MOVE O RABO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A SAIA LACOSTE È FALSA, SENON NON SE MOVERIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAILACHES CAROLINA....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PERO DEIXAA VIVIR HOME!!!! NON  TE METAS NA SUA VIDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAILEI SI SEÑOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                               &lt;/strong&gt;E TI DE PARVA, CONTESTAS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                               &lt;strong&gt;DIME CON QUEN BAILACHES....&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              TIO.... ERES UN CELOSO PATOLÒXICO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                             &lt;strong&gt; BAILEI CO MEU AMOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                             &lt;/strong&gt; DILLE QUE SI CAROLINA... E GÀRDAME UN BAILE PRA MIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E PODERIA SEGUIR PERO.. O MOZO DA CAROLINA ESTAME MIRANDO MAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-5610259760969633734?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/5610259760969633734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=5610259760969633734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/5610259760969633734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/5610259760969633734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/sr-xuez-son-culpable.html' title='TRADUCCIÒN LIBRE'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iWd7aQYKfFk/RxkVTRobq_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9luO3jI_D3c/s72-c/triskell2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868664273503654191.post-5870709059584842763</id><published>2007-10-19T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:49:59.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SO CON VE-LOS TEUS OLLOS</title><content type='html'>So con ve-los teus ollos deime conta que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a arte de respirar e respirarte&lt;br /&gt;pòdese amar a mares.&lt;br /&gt;podo asombrarme ainda cando non hai sol&lt;br /&gt;que mece-las palabras na boca o falar&lt;br /&gt;que despois de ti chega a primavera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e todo esto... so con ve-los teus ollos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2868664273503654191-5870709059584842763?l=sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/feeds/5870709059584842763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2868664273503654191&amp;postID=5870709059584842763' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/5870709059584842763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2868664273503654191/posts/default/5870709059584842763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentadinhonunmandil.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-con-ve-los-teus-ollos.html' title='SO CON VE-LOS TEUS OLLOS'/><author><name>O NETO DA PESETAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07075719084634095817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00533520495976457529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>