tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11644912801225434892024-03-18T20:30:16.513-07:00Letras do Coro da Achadamuitas das palavras que a gente cantaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049541874230644734noreply@blogger.comBlogger197125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-62672140292999434922023-11-22T04:43:00.000-08:002023-11-22T04:44:39.864-08:00Liberdade («O poema é»)<p><b><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Liberdade («O poema é»)</span><br /></span></b><i style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, in "O Nome das Coisas"</span></i><b><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333;"><br /><br /></span></b></p><div style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; line-height: 30px;">O poema é<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />A liberdade<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Um poema não se programa<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Porém a disciplina<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />— Sílaba por sílaba —<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />O acompanha<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Sílaba por sílaba<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />O poema emerge<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />— Como se os deuses o dessem<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />O fazemos<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br /></div>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-51764632582534538272023-11-22T04:41:00.000-08:002023-11-22T04:41:50.107-08:00Do que um homem é capaz<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><b>Do que um homem é capaz</b><br />letra e música de José Mário Branco<br />(da peça «Gulliver», de Swift/ Hélder Costa)</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Do que um homem é capaz<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">As coisas que ele faz<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Pra chegar aonde quer<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />É capaz de dar a vida<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Pra levar de vencida<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Uma razão de viver</span></p><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">A vida é como uma estrada</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Que vai sendo traçada</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Sem nunca arrepiar caminho</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">E quem pensa estar parado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Vai no sentido errado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A caminhar sozinho</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Vejo gente cuja vida</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Vai sendo consumida</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Por miragens de poder</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Agarrados a alguns ossos</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">No meio dos destroços</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Do que nunca hão de fazer</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Vão poluindo o percurso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Co'as sobras do discurso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Que lhes serviu pr'abrir caminho</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">À custa das nossas utopias</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Usurpam regalias</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Pra consumir sozinhos</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Com políticas concretas</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Impõem essas metas</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Que nos entram casa adentro</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Como a Trilateral</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Co' a treta liberal</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">E as virtudes do centro</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">No lugar da consciência</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A lei da concorrência</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Pisando tudo p'lo caminho</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Pra castrar a juventude</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mascaram de virtude</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">O querer vencer sozinho</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Ficam cínicos brutais</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Descendo cada vez mais</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Pra subir cada vez menos</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Quanto mais o mal se expande</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais acham que ser grande</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">É lixar os mais pequenos</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Quem escolhe ser assim</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Quando chegar ao fim</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Vai ver que errou o seu caminho</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Quando a vida é hipotecada</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">No fim não sobra nada</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">E acaba-se sozinho</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mesmo sendo os poderosos</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Tão fracos e gulosos</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Que precisam do poder</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mesmo havendo tanta gente</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Pra quem é indiferente</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Passar a vida a morrer</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Há princípios e valores</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Há sonhos e amores</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Que sempre irão abrir caminho</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">E quem viver abraçado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">À vida que há ao lado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Não vai morrer sozinho</span></div><div class="ujudUb WRZytc" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">E quem morrer abraçado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">À vida que há ao lado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Não vai viver sozinho</span></div>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-33005163484488387932023-11-22T04:30:00.000-08:002023-11-22T04:31:28.061-08:00Propagande des chansons<p><span style="font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 16pt;">PROPAGANDE
DES CHANSONS</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">letra: Eugène
Pottier<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;">música: Pedro Rodrigues</span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;">À
Gustave Nadaud</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a name="_GoBack"></a><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le
monde va changer de peau.<br />Misère, il fuit ton bagne.<br />Chacun
met cocarde au chapeau,<br />L’ornière et la montagne ;<br />Sac
au dos, bourrez vos caissons !<br />Entrez vite en
campagne,<br />Chansons !<br />Entrez vite en campagne !<br /><br />Avec
vous, montant aux greniers,<br />Que l’espoir s’y hasarde !<br />Grabats
sans draps, pieds sans souliers,<br />Froid qui mord, pain qui
tarde :<br />On y meurt de bien des façons !…<br />Entrez
dans la mansarde,<br />Chansons !<br />Entrez dans la
mansarde !<br /><br />Que le laboureur indigent<br />Voie à votre
lumière<br />Si la faulx des prêteurs d’argent<br />Tond ses blés la
première.<br />Mieux vaudrait la grêle aux moissons.<br />Entrez dans
la chaumière,<br />Chansons !<br />Entrez dans la chaumière !</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Les
marchands sont notre embarras,<br />L’esprit démocratique<br />Tombe à
zéro, - souvent plus bas ! -<br />Chez l’homme qui
trafique.<br />Tirez du feu de ces glaçons !…<br />Entrez dans la
boutique,<br />Chansons !<br />Entrez dans la boutique !<br /><br />On
vous prendra, dit le rusé,<br />Propriété, famille.<br />Le
propriétaire abusé<br />S’enferme et croit qu’on pille.<br />Pour
guérir ces colimaçons,<br />Entrez dans leur
coquille,<br />Chansons !<br />Entrez dans leur coquille !<br /><br />En
paix, l’armée est un écrou<br />Dans la main qui gouverne,<br />Pour
serrer le carcan au cou<br />Du peuple sans giberne.<br />Cet écrou,
nous le dévissons…<br />Entrez dans la caserne,<br />Chansons !<br />Entrez
dans la caserne !<br /><br /><br />(Paris, 1848)</span></span></p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-69229869425390738292023-11-22T04:11:00.000-08:002023-11-22T04:17:29.296-08:00 The seed you sow<p><span style="font-family: times;"> <b style="font-size: x-large;">The
seed you sow</b></span></p>
<p class="western" lang="pt-PT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">texto: excerto
de <i>Men of England – a song, </i>de Percy B. Shelley<br />música de Pedro Rodrigues e coro da Achada<br /></span></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">[mi
maior]</span></span></p><p class="western" lang="pt-PT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">The seed ye sow, another
reaps;<br /></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">The wealth ye find,
another keeps;<br /></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">The robes ye weave,
another wears;<br /></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">The arms ye forge,
another bears.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">Sow seed—but let no
tyrant reap:<br /></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">Find wealth—let no
imposter heap:<br /></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">Weave robes—let not the
idle wear:<br /></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">Forge arms—in your
defence to bear.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">[dito]<br /></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">Have
ye leisure, comfort, calm,<br /></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">Shelter, food, love’s
gentle balm?<br /></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">Or what is it ye buy so
dear<br /></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">With your pain and with
your fear?</span></span></p>
<pre class="western" lang="pt-PT"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span><span lang="pt-PT">[dito]</span></span></span>
<span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span><span lang="pt-PT">Tendes lazer, conforto, calma,</span></span></span>
<span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span><span lang="pt-PT">Abrigo, comida, o delicado bálsamo do amor?</span></span></span>
<span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span><span lang="pt-PT">Ou que é isso que pagais tão caro</span></span></span>
<span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span><span lang="pt-PT">Com a vossa dor e o vosso medo?</span></span></span></span>
</pre>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-78991965184541272332023-10-11T09:39:00.003-07:002023-10-11T09:39:34.144-07:00Cantiga bailada<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>Cantiga bailada</b><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(versão «As casas da Mouraria», letra de José Castro para a música de Brigada Victor Jara)</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white;">Adeus ó rua da fonte<br /></span><span style="background-color: white;">(Eras tão bonita e eu já te não quero)<br /></span><span style="background-color: white;">Calçadinha mal segura (x2)<br /></span><span style="background-color: white;">Quando passa o meu amor<br /></span><span style="background-color: white;">(Eras tão bonita...)<br /></span><span style="background-color: white;">Não há pedra que não bula (x2)</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; outline: none !important;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Óló alarilolela Óló alariloló</span></p><div style="background-color: white; outline: none !important;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br style="outline: none !important;" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; outline: none !important;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Desde a ribeira ao Castelo<br style="outline: none !important;" /></span></div><p style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; outline: none !important;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Subia só p'ra te olhar<br style="outline: none !important;" /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; outline: none !important;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Mas hoje já não te encontro<br style="outline: none !important;" /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; outline: none !important;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Para onde foste morar<br /><br />Óló alarilolela Óló alariloló</span></p><p style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; outline: none !important;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br style="outline: none !important;" /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; outline: none !important;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As casas da Mouraria<br style="outline: none !important;" /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; outline: none !important;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Hão de ter gente outra vez<br style="outline: none !important;" /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; outline: none !important;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Vivendo as suas vidas<br style="outline: none !important;" /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; margin: 0px; outline: none !important;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Sem mágoas ao fim do mês<br /><br />Óló alarilolela Óló alariloló<br />Óló alarilolela Óló alariloló</span></p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-40726976742330586572023-06-22T08:58:00.005-07:002023-06-22T08:58:33.519-07:00Cantiga de uma greve de Verão<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"> <br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cantiga de uma greve de Verão</b></span><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">letra e música de Vitorino (1975)</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">
Seara madura de Junho<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Campos eternos sem fim<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Abro o peito fecho o punho<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Quando te inclinas para mim<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Minha vila não está quieta<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">No tamanho do horizonte<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Desconfia e fica alerta<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Do sorriso de boi manso<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Do morgado arrogante<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Quando o trigo amadurece<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Chega-me a força cá dentro<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Como a da espiga pró grão<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Troco foice por espingarda<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Porque má paga é que não<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Alentejanos prá frente<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">O sol está do nosso lado<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Caçadeira atrás da porta<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Queremos um Verão quente<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Para a herdade do morgado.</span></span></div>
nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-72271933913209464892023-05-09T05:11:00.007-07:002023-05-09T05:11:49.320-07:00Canto dos Torna-Viagem<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b>Canto dos Torna-Viagem</b><br />José Mário Branco (<i>Resistir é vencer</i>, 2004)</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Foi no sulco da viagem<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Já sem armas nem bagagem<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Nem os brazões da equipagem<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Foi ao voltar</span></p><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Pátria moratória</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">No coração da história</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Que consumiste a glória</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Num jantar</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Foi como se Portugal</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">P'ra seu bem e p'ra seu mal</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Andasse em busca dum final</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">P'ra começar</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Ávida violência</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Reverso da inocência</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Sal da inconsciência</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Que há no mar</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Império tão pequenino</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">De portulano caprino</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Bolsos de sina e de sino</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Em cada mão</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Pátria imaginária</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">De concistência vária</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Afirmação diária</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Do teu não</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">As malas dos portugueses</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">São como os olhos das rezes</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Que se mastigam três vezes</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Em cada chão</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Cândida ignorância</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Grande desimportância</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Os frutos da errância</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Já lá vão</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Ai Senhora dos Navegantes me valei</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">De África, do sal e do mar só eu sobrei</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Foi p'ra me encontrar que amanhã já me perdi</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Longe vai o tempo em que eu já não estou aqui</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Ai Senhora dos Talvez-Muitos-Mais-Sinais</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Socorrei estes desperdícios coloniais</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Foi na noite fria que o dia me cegou</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Inda agora fui, inda agora cá não estou</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Ai Senhora dos Esquecidos me lembrai</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">O caminho que p'ra lá vem e p'ra cá vai</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Etecetera e tal, Portugal é nós no mar</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Inda agora vim e estou longe de chegar</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Ai Senhora dos meus Iguais que eu subtraí</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Foi pataca a mim e não foi pataca a ti</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Se é tão grande a alma na palma do meu ser</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Algum dia eu vou finalmente acontecer</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Por que não tentar outro ponto de vista?</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A história dos outros, quem a contará?</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Se qualquer colónia sem colonialista</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">São os que já estavam lá</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Tentemos então ver a coisa ao contrário</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Do ponto de vista de quem não chegou</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Pois se eu fosse um preto chamado Zé Mário</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Eu não era quem eu sou</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Os navegadores chegaram cá a casa</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">E foi tudo novo p'ra eles e p'ra mim</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A cruz e a espada e os olhos em brasa</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Por que me trataste assim?</span></div><div class="ujudUb WRZytc" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Não é culpa nossa se quem p'ra cá veio</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Não se incomodou ao saber do horror</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A história não olha a quem fica no meio</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">E o que foi é de quem fôr</span></div>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-42550396813012296532023-05-09T05:07:00.003-07:002023-05-09T05:07:47.805-07:00Ovo (excerto)<p>Ovo<br />(excerto)<br />(Manel Cruz)</p><p>Um é bom pra fumar<br />Dois é bom para lamber<br />Três pra dizer<br />Quatro é bom pra falar<br />Cinco para ouvir<br />Seis para ir lá para trás<br />Sete eles sentem-se mais<br />Oito eles sabem que o são<br />Nove não cabem na cela<br />Dez rebentam com ela</p><p>(...)</p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-57177536577380777922023-05-09T04:57:00.001-07:002023-05-09T04:57:10.289-07:00 Sento il fischio<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> <span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline: none !important;"><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sento il fischio</span></span></b></span></p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline: none !important;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline-color: initial !important; outline-width: initial !important;"><br style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sento il fischio del vapore è il mio amore che va via,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline-color: initial !important; outline-width: initial !important;"><br style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;">e l’è partito per l’Albania, chi sa quando ritornerà.
</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline-color: initial !important; outline-width: initial !important;"><br style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ritornerà sta primavera con la spada insanguinata,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline-color: initial !important; outline-width: initial !important;"><br style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;">e se mi trova già maritata o che pena o che dolor.
</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline-color: initial !important; outline-width: initial !important;"><br style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;">O che pena o che dolor che brutta bestia è ormai l’amore,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline-color: initial !important; outline-width: initial !important;"><br style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;">starò piuttosto senza mangiare ma l’amore la voglio fare.
</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline-color: initial !important; outline-width: initial !important;"><br style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mi hanno chiusa in un convento e m’han tagliato i miei capelli,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline-color: initial !important; outline-width: initial !important;"><br style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;">ed erano biondi e ricci e belli e m’han tagliato le mie beltà.
</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline-color: initial !important; outline-width: initial !important;"><br style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sento il fischio del vapore è il mio amore che va via…</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline-color: initial !important; outline-width: initial !important;"><br style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;" /></span><span style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1px; outline: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sento il fischio del vapore è il mio amore che va via...</span></span></span>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-16063907750508770842023-05-09T04:55:00.004-07:002023-05-09T04:55:40.573-07:00Possível o impossível<p><b style="font-size: large;">Possível o impossível</b><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Cânone com excertos poemas de Mário Dionísio)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">possível o recomeço</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">possível o sobressalto</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">possível o sonho solto</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">possível um mundo novo</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">possível o impossível<br /><br />longe é o mais perto<br />longe é o mais perto longe</span></p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-47190198081520554562023-05-09T04:52:00.002-07:002023-05-09T04:52:12.476-07:00Cão Raivoso<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><b>Cão Raivoso</b><br />Sérgio Godinho (1974)</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Mais vale ser um cão raivoso<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Do que um carneiro<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">(Do que um carneiro)</span></p><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">A dizer que sim ao pastor</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">O dia inteiro</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(O dia inteiro)</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">E a dar-lhe de lã e da carne e da vida</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">E do traseiro</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais vale ser diferente do carneiro</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Um cão raivoso que sabe onde ferra</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Um cão raivoso que sabe onde ferra</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Olhos atentos e patas na terra</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Viva, viva o cão raivoso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Tem o pelo eriçado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Seu dente é guloso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">E o seu faro ajustado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Cão raivoso, cão raivoso, cuidado</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais vale ser um cão raivoso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Que um caranguejo</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(Que um caranguejo)</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Que avança e recua e depois</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Solta um bocejo</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(Solta um bocejo)</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">E que quando fala só se houve a garganta</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">No gargarejo</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais vale não ser como o caranguejo</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Um cão raivoso que sabe onde ferra</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Um cão raivoso que sabe onde ferra</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Olhos atentos e patas na terra</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Viva, viva o cão raivoso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Tem o pelo eriçado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Seu dente é guloso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">E o seu faro ajustado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Cão raivoso, cão raivoso, cuidado</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais vale ser um cão raivoso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Que uma sardinha</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(Que uma sardinha)</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Metida, entalada na lata</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Educadinha</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(Educadinha)</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Pronta a ser comida, engolida, digerida</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">E cagadinha</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais vale ser diferente da sardinha</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Um cão raivoso que sabe onde ferra</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Ferra fascistas e chama-lhe um figo</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Olhos atentos e patas na terra</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Viva, viva o cão raivoso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Tem o pelo eriçado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Seu dente é guloso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">E o seu faro ajustado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Cão raivoso, cão raivoso, cuidado</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais vale ser um cão raivoso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Dentes à mostra</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(Dentes à mostra)</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Estar sempre pronto a morder</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">E a dar resposta</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">(E a dar resposta)</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">A toda e qualquer podridão escondida</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Dentro da crosta</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Dentro da crosta das belas ideias</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Gato escondido de rabo de fora</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Dentro da crosta das belas ideias</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Gato escondido de rabo de fora</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">De fora</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">De fora</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">De fora</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">De fora</span></div><div class="ujudUb WRZytc" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Viva, viva o cão raivoso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Tem o pelo eriçado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Seu dente é guloso</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">E o seu faro ajustado</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Cão raivoso, cão raivoso, cuidado</span></div>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-81531766229970434022023-05-09T04:49:00.006-07:002023-05-09T04:49:44.613-07:00Siam del popolo gli arditi<div style="text-align: left;"> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Siam
del popolo gli arditi</b><br />Leoncarlo Settimelli (1967-1979)<br /></span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Siam
del popolo gli arditi<br /></b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>contadini
ed operai<br /></b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>non
c'è sbirro non c'è fascio<br /></b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>che
ci possa piegar mai.<br /></b></span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>E
con le camicie nere<br /></b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>un
sol fascio noi faremo<br /></b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>sulla
piazza del paese<br /></b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>un
bel fuoco accenderemo.<br /></b></span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="it-IT">1.
</span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="pt-PT">Ci
dissero ma<br /></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">cosa
potremo fare<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">con
gente dalla<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">mente
tanto confusa.<br /></span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">E
che non avrà<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">letto
probabilmente<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">neppure
il terzo<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">libro
del Capitale.<br /></span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Neppure
il terzo<br /></b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>libro
del Capitale.<br /></b></span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="it-IT">2.
</span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="pt-PT">Portammo
il<br /></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">silenzio
nelle galere<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">perché
chi stava<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">fuori
si preparasse.<br /></span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">E
in mezzo alla<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">tempesta
ricostruisse<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">un
fronte proletario<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">contro
il fascismo.<br /></span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Un
fronte proletario<br /></b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>contro
il fascismo.<br /></b></span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="it-IT">3.
</span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="pt-PT">Ci
siamo ritrovati<br /></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">sulle
montagne<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">e
questa volta<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">nostra
fu la vittoria.<br /></span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ecco
quello che<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">mostra
la nostra storia<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">se
noi siamo divisi<br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">vince
il padrone.<br /></span> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Se
noi siamo divisi<br /></b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>vince
il padrone.</b></span></div>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-25018329333902605202023-05-09T04:48:00.008-07:002023-05-09T04:48:44.331-07:00Polesine<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b>Polesine</b><br />Luigi Fossati (1961)<br /> <br />Tera e
aqua, aqua e tera<br />da putini
che da grandi:<br />« Siora
tera, ai so comandi,<br />siora
aqua, bonasera;<br />bonasera
».<br /> <br />Tera e
aqua! Se lavora<br />soro .un
sole che cusina<br />Tera e
aqua! A la matina<br />se
scomissia de bonora; de<br />bonora.<br /> <br />Tera e
aqua! Tera nuda,<br />gnente
piante, gnente ombrìa.<br />Sta fadiga
mai finia:<br />la comanda
che se suda;<br />che se
suda.<br /> <br />Tera e
aqua! -A mezogiorno<br />quel
paneto che se magna<br />no gh'è
aqua che lo bagna<br />e ghé
aqua tuto intorno;<br />tuto
intorno.<br /> <br />Tera e
aqua! Co vien sera<br />tuti
intorno, dona e fioi,<br />a una
tecia de fasoi,<br />se ghe fa
un bona siera;<br />bona
siera.<br /> <br />Tera e
aqua! Po la la note<br />se se buta
sora el leto<br />e se
sogna, par dispeto<br />aqua e
tera, piene e rote;<br />piene e
rote.<br /> <br />Sempre
aqua e sempre tera<br />da putini
che da grandi:<br />« Siora
tera, ai so comandi... »;<br />po se
crepa e... bonasera;<br />bonasera.</div>
nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-13560067044608883322023-05-09T04:47:00.008-07:002023-05-09T04:47:31.939-07:00Margoudi e Alexandris<p></p><p class="western" lang="pt-PT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Margoudi e Alexandris</b></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="pt-PT">To
Margúδi ki </span><span lang="it-IT">o</span> <span lang="pt-PT">Alexan</span><span lang="it-IT">d</span><span lang="pt-PT">rís<br /></span><span lang="pt-PT">vg</span><span lang="it-IT">é</span><span lang="pt-PT">nun
stin avlí kryfá kryfá</span> <span lang="it-IT">(x2)</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="pt-PT">Ts’eíδ</span>
<span lang="it-IT">i </span><span lang="pt-PT">g</span><span lang="it-IT">e</span><span lang="pt-PT">ituniá
k</span><span lang="it-IT">e</span> <span lang="pt-PT">puspuriz'<br /></span><span lang="pt-PT">ts’eíδ</span>
<span lang="it-IT">i</span> <span lang="pt-PT">mána tis ki murmuríz'</span>
<span lang="it-IT">(x2)</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span lang="pt-PT">Sto
`pa vre Margúδi m’</span> <span lang="pt-PT">na mi vg</span><span lang="it-IT">é</span><span lang="pt-PT">n’<br /></span><span lang="pt-PT">ékso
stin avlí kryfá kryfá</span> <span lang="it-IT">(x2)</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="pt-PT">Áma
théleis mána, δeíre me</span> <span lang="it-IT">(cânone)<br /></span><span lang="pt-PT">páli
egó tha vg</span><span lang="it-IT">é</span><span lang="pt-PT">no
stin avlí<br /></span><span lang="pt-PT">gia
na vlépo ton Aleksan</span><span lang="it-IT">d</span><span lang="pt-PT">rí</span>
<span lang="it-IT">(x2)</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p>
<p class="western" lang="pt-PT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Margoudi
and Aleksandris,<br />they meet
secretly in the yard;</p>
<p class="western" lang="pt-PT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">the
neighbourhood is gossiping,<br />and her
mother is muttering:</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> "I
told you Margoudi not to go out,<br />out in the
backyard secretly."</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> "If
you wish, mother, beat me;<br />I will
still be going out in the yard,<br /><span lang="pt-PT">in
the yard to see Aleksandris."</span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="pt-PT"><br /></span></p><p></p><p class="western" lang="pt-PT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Το Μαργούδι κι ν’ Αλεξαντρής<br />βγαίνουν στην αυλή κρυφά κρυφά</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Τσ’ είδγι γειτουνιά και πουσπουριζ'<br />τσ’ είδγί μάνα της κι μουρμουρίζ'</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Στο `πα βρε Μαργούδι μ’ να μη βγαίν’<br />ς έξω στην αυλή κρυφά κρυφά</p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Άμα θέλεις μάνα, δείρε με<br />πάλι εγώ θα βγαίνω στην αυλή<br /><span lang="pt-PT">για να βλέπω τον Αλεξαντρή</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><span lang="pt-PT"></span></span></p><p></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">(todo x2)<span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><span lang="pt-PT"></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p><br /><p></p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-60557458326530619202022-12-14T09:36:00.001-08:002022-12-14T09:36:16.804-08:00Imponderáveis inevitáveis<p><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Imponderáveis inevitáveis</span><br />2022</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
Inflação é natural<br />
como as flores do quintal<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O dinheiro é
uma abstracção<br />
que se tem no bolso ou não<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Só a
competir é que valho<br />
tenha ou não tenha trabalho<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Refrão (3 vozes):<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">1 O Capital é bestial<br />
2 Diguidiguidão…<br />
3 São inevitáveis os imponderáveis<br />
</span></b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><br />
Nas margens de lucro não se toca<br />
ai, que larica, de boca em boca<br />
<br />
Quando a economia arde<br />
vem a bombeira lagarde<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dizer que as
taxas de juro<br />
devem subir no futuro<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O telejornal
suave mente<br />
pra não assustar a gente<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
Refrão<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(depois juntam-se todos em) Digo digo digo não não não… </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-28301815944307245032022-10-11T09:22:00.000-07:002022-10-11T09:22:47.281-07:00Nhavokaurê<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Nhavokaurê</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(canção<i> En el pozo</i> invertida, criada para filme «Raiva», de Sérgio Tréfaut, nunca utilizada)</span></p><p><br /></p><p>La la la lia<br />La la la lia<br /><br />é uu nhé fuvokarê<br />a lébruié nhavokaurê<br /><br />1<br />a uébruié min<br />xuca iée urgá</p><p>2<br />a ué bámá ran<br />xuca iée gacê</p><p>3<br />a ué baié ran<br />avu íi rramin<br /></p><p>4<br />a ué bama ran<br />sukiu góoragô</p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-38403980941598825072022-10-11T09:13:00.002-07:002022-10-11T09:13:13.824-07:00Canção doce<p><b>Canção doce</b><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Pedro Rodrigues)<br /><br /></span></p><p>Se eu tivesse condições<br />pra cantar outras canções<br /><br />Se o horário de trabalho<br />sem redução de salário<br />nos mudasse as condições<br /><br />Se a raiva da servidão<br />não me enrouquecesse a voz<br /><br />E a cólera que tenho<br />por causa da injustiça<br />tamanha desaparecesse<br /><br /><b>E mesmo que assim não fosse<br />haveria canção doce<br />pra afinar a alegria?</b></p><p><b>Então eu cantaria</b><br /><br />Se tu gostasses de mim<br />ao menos assim assim<br /><br />Se houvesse tempo pra amar<br />e não só pra repetir<br />a receita da amargura<br /></p><p><b>E mesmo que assim não fosse<br />haveria canção doce<br />pra afinar a alegria?</b></p><p><b>Então eu cantaria</b></p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-33856712103260356492022-10-11T09:03:00.005-07:002022-10-11T09:07:26.037-07:00A Batalha (hino revolucionário)<p> A Batalha</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2hf906PUAwAx71s7aUrdHCpYKEI9kY1Dh21BqyOcdjRaMUz5_PKaWOF-l-XZYVAnKiPM5_0yAEhB88ZcAzsom8EcjhR8Uw9ojlUJj0ucRsVIajtj3KRdtvBTmdBZ5D6WBcxH2L_uyMHMuWCe_tarPUPl3jthRltRlFjtQchFTMIfxfxjGADeFf-Il/s1200/HinoABatalha.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2hf906PUAwAx71s7aUrdHCpYKEI9kY1Dh21BqyOcdjRaMUz5_PKaWOF-l-XZYVAnKiPM5_0yAEhB88ZcAzsom8EcjhR8Uw9ojlUJj0ucRsVIajtj3KRdtvBTmdBZ5D6WBcxH2L_uyMHMuWCe_tarPUPl3jthRltRlFjtQchFTMIfxfxjGADeFf-Il/s320/HinoABatalha.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-18437606767671692222022-10-11T08:53:00.006-07:002022-10-11T08:53:39.717-07:00Monedita<p><b style="font-size: large;">Monedita</b><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">letra de Antonio Machado (Consejos)<br />cânone</span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Moneda que está en la
mano<br />quizá se deba guardar:<br />la monedita del alma<br />se pierde si no se da</span></p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-10470094143335527822022-10-10T07:40:00.007-07:002022-10-10T07:40:35.010-07:00 El Carbonero<p><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: bold;"> El Carbonero</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(coro Dominguero de Sevilla)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Madre, mi carbonero no
vino anoche<br />y le estuve esperando
hasta las doce.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Carbón, carbón,
carbón<br />carbón de encina y
picón,<br />carbón de encina,
picón de olivo,<br />niña bonita, vente
conmigo.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Madre mi carbonero vino
de Vélez<br />y en el sombrero trae
cuatro claveles.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Carbón, carbón,
carbón<br />carbón de encina y
picón,<br />carbón de encina,
picón de olivo,<br />niña bonita, vente
conmigo.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Lleva mi carbonero en
el sombrero<br />un letrero que dice:
por ti me muero.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Carbón, carbón,
carbón<br />carbón de encina y
picón,<br />carbón de encina,
picón de olivo,<br />niña bonita, vente
conmigo.</p>
<p class="western"><br /><br />
</p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-37536790408000266642022-10-10T07:36:00.000-07:002022-10-10T07:36:03.524-07:00Le chant des ouvriers<p class="western"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Le chant des ouvriers</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pierre Dupont, 1846</span></p><p class="western">Nous dont la lampe, le matin,<br />Au clairon du coq
se rallume,<br />Nous tous qu’un salaire incertain<br />Ramène avant
l’aube à l’enclume,<br />Nous qui des bras, des pieds, des
mains,<br />De tout le corps luttons sans cesse,<br />Sans abriter nos
lendemains<br />Contre le froid de la vieillesse,<br /><br />Aimons-nous,
et quand nous pouvons<br />Nous unir pour boire à la ronde,<br />Que le
canon se taise ou gronde,<br /> Buvons,<br />À
l’indépendance du monde !<br /><br />Nos bras, sans relâche
tendus,<br />Aux flots jaloux, au sol avare,<br />Ravissent leurs trésors
perdus ;<br />Ce qui nourrit et ce qui pare :</p>
<p class="western"><a name="246"></a>Perles, diamants et
métaux,<br />Fruit du coteau, grain de la plaine ;<br />Pauvres
moutons, quels bons manteaux<br />Il se tisse avec notre
laine !<br /><br />Aimons-nous, etc.<br /><br />Quel fruit tirons-nous
des labeurs<br />Qui courbent nos maigres échines ?<br />Où vont
les flots de nos sueurs ?<br />Nous ne sommes que des
machines.<br />Nos Babels montent jusqu’au ciel,<br />La terre nous
doit ses merveilles :<br />Dès qu’elles ont fini le miel,<br />Le
maître chasse les abeilles.<br /><br />Aimons-nous, etc.<br /><br />Mal
vêtus, logés dans des trous,<br />Sous les combles, dans les
décombres<br />Nous vivons avec les hiboux<br />Et les larrons amis des
ombres ;<br />Cependant notre sang vermeil<br />Coule impétueux
dans nos veines ;<br />Nous nous plairions au grand soleil,<br />Et
sous les rameaux verts des chênes.<br /><br />Aimons-nous, etc.<br /><br />À
chaque fois que par torrents<br />Notre sang coule sur le monde,<br />C’est
toujours pour quelques tyrans<br />Que cette rosée est
féconde ;<br />Ménageons-la dorénavant,<br />L’amour est plus
fort que la guerre ;<br />En attendant qu’un meilleur
vent<br />Souffle du ciel ou de la terre,<br /><br /></p><p>Aimons-nous, etc. </p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-66704150898262717722022-10-10T07:30:00.003-07:002022-10-10T07:30:40.506-07:00Luisinha<div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>Luisinha</b></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(popular alentejana)</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Se queres que cante bem </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Ó Luisinha </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Dá-me pinguinhas de vinho </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Ó Luisinha tu és minha és minha </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br clear="none" /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">O vinho é coisa santa </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Ó Luisinha</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Faz o cantar miudinho </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Ó Luisinha tu és minha és minha </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br clear="none" /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">E anda cá se queres água </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Ó Luisinha </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Que os meus olhos te darão </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Ó Luisinha tu és minha és minha </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br clear="none" /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">E o meu coração e o teu </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Ó Luisinha </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Unidos fazem um só </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Ó Luisinha tu és minha és minha </div>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-20991528156902548722022-10-10T05:09:00.000-07:002022-10-10T05:09:07.784-07:00 A la huelga<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b style="font-size: 14px;">A la huelga<br /></b><span style="font-size: x-small;">versão de Chicho Sánchez Ferlosio (1963)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;">A la huelga compañero</span><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">No vayas a trabajar<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Deja quieta la herramienta<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Que es la hora de luchar</span></p><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga diez, a la huelga cien</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga, madre, yo voy también</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga cien, a la huelga mil</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Yo por ellos, madre, y ellos por mí</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Contra el gobierno del hambre</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Nos vamos a levantar</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Todos los trabajadores</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Codo a codo con el pan</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga diez, a la huelga cien</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga, madre, yo voy también</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga cien, a la huelga mil</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Yo por ellos, madre, y ellos por mí</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Desde el pozo y la besana</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Desde el torno y el telar</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">¡Vivan los hombres del pueblo</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga federal!</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga diez, a la huelga cien</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga, madre, yo voy también</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga cien, a la huelga mil</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Yo por ellos, madre, y ellos por mí</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Todos los pueblos del mundo</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">La mano nos van a dar</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Para devolver a España</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Su perdida libertad</span></div><div class="ujudUb WRZytc" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga diez, a la huelga cien</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga, madre, yo voy también</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">A la huelga cien, a la huelga mil</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Yo por ellos, madre, y ellos por mí</span></div>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-73715805271060853332022-10-10T04:37:00.000-07:002022-10-10T04:37:06.343-07:00Lá vem o dono do circo<p><b>Lá vem o dono do circo (cânone)</b><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pedro Rodrigues</span></p><p>Lá vem o dono do circo<br />Vem dizer que está na hora<br />de o espectáculo começar<br />E que toda a gente deve sentar-se no seu lugar<br />E que toda a gente deve sentar-se no seu lugar</p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164491280122543489.post-25210651852343692292022-10-10T04:32:00.002-07:002022-10-10T04:32:36.032-07:00Vente rapasa<p><b>Vente, rapasa</b><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">poema de Rosalía de Castro (de <i>Cantares gallegos</i>, 1863)<br />música de Pedro Rodrigues</span></p><p class="western"><a name="more"></a>I<br />Vente, rapasa,<br />vente,
miniña,<br />vente a lavar<br />no pilón da fontiña.<br /><br />Vente,
Minguiño,<br />Minguiño, vente;<br />douche si non<br />polo demo do
dente.<br /><br />¡Qué augua tan limpa!<br />¡Qué rica frescura!<br />Vente
a lavar,<br />que é o primor, criatura.<br /><br />Válganos Dios,<br />que
si auguiña n'houbera,<br />lama este corpo<br />mortal se
volvera.<br /><br />Vinde a lavarvos,<br />andá lixeiriños,<br />a cara
pirmeiro,<br />dimpóis os peíños.<br /><br />Ai, ¡qué miniña!<br />¡Qué
nena preciosa!<br />Dempois de lavada<br />parese unha rosa.<br /><br />I
este miniño<br />que teño no colo,<br />dempóis de lavado<br />parece un
repolo.<br /><br />¡Ai!, ¡qué tan cuco!<br />¡Ai!, ¡qué santiño!<br />Ven
ós meus brazos,<br />daréiche un biquiño.<br /><br />¡Olliños de
groria!<br />¡Cariña de meiga!<br />¡Apértame ben,<br />corasón de
manteiga!<br /><br />Corre, corre<br />a que Antona te peite;<br />corre,
daráche<br />unha cunca de leite.<br /><br />Corre, corre,<br />a teu pai,
Mariquiña,<br />que como cebola<br />con pan e sardiña.</p>nóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17640977358263571559noreply@blogger.com