{"id":5776,"date":"2016-06-27T06:00:53","date_gmt":"2016-06-27T06:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/?p=5776"},"modified":"2016-06-20T07:09:21","modified_gmt":"2016-06-20T07:09:21","slug":"noites-de-muino","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/?p=5776","title":{"rendered":"Noites de mu\u00ed\u00f1o"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_5777\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5777\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/mui\u00f1o.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-5777\" alt=\"Imaxe dun dos mu\u00ed\u00f1os de Goi\u00e1ns, en Boiro. FOTo E. X.Est\u00e9vez A.\" src=\"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/mui\u00f1o-300x144.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"144\" srcset=\"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/mui\u00f1o-300x144.jpg 300w, http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/mui\u00f1o-900x432.jpg 900w, http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/mui\u00f1o.jpg 980w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-5777\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Imaxe dun dos mu\u00ed\u00f1os de Goi\u00e1ns, en Boiro. FOTo E. X.Est\u00e9vez A.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p itemprop=\"text\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em><strong>Natalia Carou.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>Pecho os ollos e lembro as historias antigas que tanto me gustaba escoitar da mi\u00f1a avoa. Nas noites de mui\u00f1ada, os mozos e mozas da aldea moceaban, cantaban e bailaban para escorrentar a letarxia, entre teas de ara\u00f1a que cobraban estra\u00f1as dimensi\u00f3ns \u00f3 apousentarse nelas o po branco da moenda.<!--more--> Ela pintaba bicos furtivos resgardados pola penumbra do luscofusco na espera da s\u00faa quenda.<\/p>\n<p itemprop=\"text\" style=\"text-align: justify;\">A s\u00faa voz resoa na mi\u00f1a cabeza cun cantar antigo, unha noite no mui\u00f1o, unha noite non \u00e9 nada, unha semani\u00f1a enteira, esa si que e mui\u00f1ada. Podo imaxinar a m\u00fasica muda que fac\u00eda xirar as saias voadoras das mozas, acari\u00f1ando co refaixo estas pedras que agora levan garabata de lique e groso abrigo de veludo verde. Podo sentir o recendo do gran pulverulento e escoitar o ru\u00eddo da moa, xirando infatig\u00e1bel \u00f3 redor do seu eixe.<\/p>\n<p itemprop=\"text\" style=\"text-align: justify;\">A mi\u00f1a historia nace aqu\u00ed, entre prados, r\u00edos e arboredas como choraba Rosal\u00eda, entre as paredes fr\u00edas deste mu\u00ed\u00f1o que foron testemu\u00f1a dun amor primixenio. Agora todo \u00e9 silencio, pero estas pedras vibran coa presencia incorp\u00f3rea dos meus antepasados.<\/p>\n<p itemprop=\"text\" style=\"text-align: justify;\">Estrem\u00e9ceseme a alma \u00f3 accionar o mecanismo que fai xirar a moa, escoito o que me quere contar mentres o aroma fresco dos carballos me achega o tacto inerme duns dedos que xa non percibo.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Natalia Carou.\u00a0Pecho os ollos e lembro as historias antigas que tanto me gustaba escoitar da mi\u00f1a avoa. Nas noites de mui\u00f1ada, os mozos e mozas da aldea moceaban, cantaban e bailaban para escorrentar a letarxia, entre teas de ara\u00f1a que cobraban estra\u00f1as dimensi\u00f3ns \u00f3 apousentarse nelas o po branco da moenda.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[9,67],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5776"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5776"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5776\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5778,"href":"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5776\/revisions\/5778"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5776"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5776"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cafebarbantia.barbantia.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5776"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}