<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143</id><updated>2012-03-06T12:54:39.854-08:00</updated><category term='narrativa'/><category term='CURTAS'/><category term='Magosto 2011'/><category term='Editorial clube de lectura'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='Dedicatorias'/><category term='ISAAC DÍAZ PARDO'/><category term='Autores'/><category term='COMENIUS'/><category term='club de lectura 2010-11'/><category term='San Valentín'/><category term='AS NOSAS TRADICIÓNS'/><category term='Conferencias'/><category term='Lírica medieval'/><category term='PREMIOS NOBEL'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Letras Galegas 2011'/><category term='teatro'/><category term='Nadal 2010'/><category term='ARTES PLÁSTICAS'/><category term='Visitas culturais'/><category term='MÚSICA E LITERATURA'/><category term='NADAL 2011'/><category term='club de lectura 2011-2012'/><category term='A nosa lingua'/><category term='poesía'/><category term='GASTRONOMIA'/><category term='ANUNCIO'/><category term='O XADREZ'/><category term='Bibliotecas'/><title type='text'>A COVA CÉLTICA DO WIRTZ</title><subtitle type='html'>Blogue do instituto coruñés Fernando Wirtz para a dinamización da lingua e cultura galegas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-1658485042550574766</id><published>2012-03-05T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T02:50:56.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANUNCIO'/><title type='text'>ANUNCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DÍA INTERNACIONAL DA MULLER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63y6fEK1oKo/T1UTJ5qvDqI/AAAAAAAAARE/4iAwxs3bIrQ/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63y6fEK1oKo/T1UTJ5qvDqI/AAAAAAAAARE/4iAwxs3bIrQ/s320/images.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clara Campoamor, impulsora do voto feminino en España&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vindeiro&amp;nbsp;xoves 8 de marzo é o día internacional da muller&lt;/strong&gt;. Para celebralo traede a clase unha imaxe dunha muller importante de Galicia ou de calquera outro lugar e un pequeno texto informativo sobre ela. Debe ir pegado sobre un soporte duro para podelo expoñer. O soporte non ten porque ser unha cartulina, pode ser un cartón calquera, forrado ou pintado de xeito orixinal; inclusive follas de xornais e revistas poden valer. Haberá algún premio para os mellores. Tamén interesa que alguén explique por que se escolleu a data do 8 de marzo para isto. Para consultar sobre as mulleres galegas premede aquí:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.culturagalega.org/album/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.culturagalega.org/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;album/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-1658485042550574766?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/1658485042550574766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/03/o-vindeiro-mercores-8-de-marzo-e-o-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1658485042550574766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1658485042550574766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/03/o-vindeiro-mercores-8-de-marzo-e-o-dia.html' title='ANUNCIO'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63y6fEK1oKo/T1UTJ5qvDqI/AAAAAAAAARE/4iAwxs3bIrQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-566699752152472792</id><published>2012-02-27T01:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T09:06:01.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lírica medieval'/><title type='text'>MARIA BALTEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MARIA PEREZ, A NOSSA CRUZADA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTpyyOj6Y04/T0tGoN1wqJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oeqU4V5LeEM/s1600/thumb_600_portada-maria-balteira-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTpyyOj6Y04/T0tGoN1wqJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oeqU4V5LeEM/s320/thumb_600_portada-maria-balteira-02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Afu9r4zUas/T0tGjcFnDcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ALqs2lbnToA/s1600/imagesCAK0PQ0M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Afu9r4zUas/T0tGjcFnDcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ALqs2lbnToA/s1600/imagesCAK0PQ0M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;María Pérez, a nossa cruzada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;quando veo da terra d´Ultramar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;assí veu de pardón carregada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que se non podía con el merger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mais furtanlho cada u vai maer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e do pardón ja non lhe ficou nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o pardón é cousa mui preçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e que se devía muit´a guardar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mais ela non ha maeta ferrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;en que o guarde, nen a pod´haver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ca, pois o cadead´en foi perder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sempr´a maeta andou descadeada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tal maeta como será guardada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pois rapazes albergan no logar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que non haja seer mui trastornada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ca no logar u eles han poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;non ha pardón que s´i possa asconder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;assi saben trastornar a pousada.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E outra cousa vos quero dizer:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tal pardón ben se devera perder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ca muito foi cousa mal ganhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;vocabulario&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;cada u vai maer= cada vez que vai durmir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;maeta= maleta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;merger= levantarse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PERO DA PONTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/287410372987265143-566699752152472792?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/566699752152472792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/maria-balteira.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/566699752152472792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/566699752152472792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/maria-balteira.html' title='MARIA BALTEIRA'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTpyyOj6Y04/T0tGoN1wqJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oeqU4V5LeEM/s72-c/thumb_600_portada-maria-balteira-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-6218265493434726693</id><published>2012-02-24T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T11:24:30.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club de lectura 2011-2012'/><title type='text'>Club de lectura: Madame Bovary</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m32AoQsPapc/T0fjLfYIs3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RgAECkT_6Q0/s1600/Triptico+Club+de+lectura+Madame+Bovary+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="433" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m32AoQsPapc/T0fjLfYIs3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RgAECkT_6Q0/s640/Triptico+Club+de+lectura+Madame+Bovary+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trítpico recordatorio do club de lectura de febreiro. Cine e literatura: "Madame Bovary"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-6218265493434726693?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/6218265493434726693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/club-de-lectura-madame-bovary.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6218265493434726693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6218265493434726693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/club-de-lectura-madame-bovary.html' title='Club de lectura: Madame Bovary'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m32AoQsPapc/T0fjLfYIs3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RgAECkT_6Q0/s72-c/Triptico+Club+de+lectura+Madame+Bovary+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-5259196329293776614</id><published>2012-02-23T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T11:28:02.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club de lectura 2011-2012'/><title type='text'>CLUB DE LECTURA : Cartas de inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KNeHjS3C5Q/T0Y1-IMVnDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DyRObxZI-Hw/s1600/Cartas+de+inverno+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KNeHjS3C5Q/T0Y1-IMVnDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DyRObxZI-Hw/s320/Cartas+de+inverno+%25284%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O pasado mes de xaneiro, os alumnos de 2º ESO A fixemos un club de lectura para comentar o libro &lt;em&gt;Cartas de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inverno&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;a href="http://www.filix.org/ranholas/agustin_es.html"&gt;Agustín Fdez. Paz.&lt;/a&gt; Estas son algunhas das opinións:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Este libro ponche en tensión e en vilo, a historia engancha bastante"(Rubén G.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"É moi entretido porque nunca te cansas de lelo"(Marga H.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Gustoume que o misterio estivese sempre&amp;nbsp;alí porque&amp;nbsp;che dá ganas&amp;nbsp;de pasar á próxima páxina"(PFT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"É un dos libros que por propia iniciativa non lería, pero acaba resultando interesante" (BFV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"É un libro moi interesante e intrigante. Gustoume moito aínda que me deixou moi intrigado o final"(Andrés A.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Foi un libro moi divertido e deixoume moi intrigada o final porque non se sabe o que acorrerá"(Andrea G.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Je4tOm8LmE/T0Y2B9RvXfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/38sPReykpuo/s1600/Cartas+de+inverno+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Je4tOm8LmE/T0Y2B9RvXfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/38sPReykpuo/s400/Cartas+de+inverno+%25286%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Pareceume incrible que a imaxe do libro de gravados movérase e collera vida"(Víctor F.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-5259196329293776614?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/5259196329293776614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/club-de-lectura-cartas-de-inverno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5259196329293776614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5259196329293776614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/club-de-lectura-cartas-de-inverno.html' title='CLUB DE LECTURA : Cartas de inverno'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360140004488197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KNeHjS3C5Q/T0Y1-IMVnDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DyRObxZI-Hw/s72-c/Cartas+de+inverno+%25284%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-6091148150857889692</id><published>2012-02-17T04:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T11:27:14.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COMENIUS'/><title type='text'>O Fernando Wirtz visita o concello de A Coruña</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ3gulXWchM/Tz5DDQCFELI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qmifD_D8XQ0/s1600/O+Wirtz+visita+o+concello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="443" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ3gulXWchM/Tz5DDQCFELI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qmifD_D8XQ0/s640/O+Wirtz+visita+o+concello.jpg" width="640" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;En María Pita. Noiticia de La Voz de Galicia, xoves 16 de febreiro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Profesores e alumnos procedentes de diferentes países como Alemania, Italia, Lituania, Rumanía e Turquía, xunto con profesores e estudantes do noso centro, participan no proxecto &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imaxina o meu país: concienciación das culturas de Europa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Este programa está incluído no programa Comenius da Unión Europea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;!!An unforgettable experience!!&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/287410372987265143-6091148150857889692?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/6091148150857889692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-fernando-wirtz-visita-o-concello-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6091148150857889692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6091148150857889692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-fernando-wirtz-visita-o-concello-de.html' title='O Fernando Wirtz visita o concello de A Coruña'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ3gulXWchM/Tz5DDQCFELI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qmifD_D8XQ0/s72-c/O+Wirtz+visita+o+concello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-4728715816647824633</id><published>2012-02-14T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T05:09:22.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COMENIUS'/><title type='text'>COMENIUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kcTBfbCLPds/TzqxRmyBk2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/2TgaM7fg0Tg/s1600/Comenius.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="449" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kcTBfbCLPds/TzqxRmyBk2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/2TgaM7fg0Tg/s640/Comenius.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naomi, Mila, Karina e Eduardo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Damos a benvida a profesores e alumnos extranxeiros&amp;nbsp;participantes no Comenius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Welcome all foreign students and teachers participating in the Comenius Program!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-4728715816647824633?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/4728715816647824633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/naomi-mila-karina-e-eduardo-damos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4728715816647824633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4728715816647824633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/naomi-mila-karina-e-eduardo-damos.html' title='COMENIUS'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kcTBfbCLPds/TzqxRmyBk2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/2TgaM7fg0Tg/s72-c/Comenius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-562724884763807568</id><published>2012-02-12T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T11:13:17.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El sí de las niñas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O outro día fomos&amp;nbsp; ver unha obra teatral na hora de clase de lingua castelá, "El sí de las Niñas".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://magatzemdars.com/wp-content/uploads//El-si-baixa-resoluci%C3%B3_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://magatzemdars.com/wp-content/uploads//El-si-baixa-resoluci%C3%B3_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://magatzemdars.com/wp-content/uploads//El-si-baixa-resoluci%C3%B3_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O &lt;b&gt;argumento&lt;/b&gt;, como xa sabedes, trátase dunha rapaza, chamada Francisca, que acaba de saír dun convento onde estudaba, xa que estaba prometida en matrimonio co rico e case sesaxenario don Diego, polo desexo da súa nai, dona Irene. Don Diego agarda a chegada da súa prometida, pero a verdade é que está namorada dun soldado que ela coñece como "don Félix". Aínda así, síntese obrigada pola súa nai, que vai en contra dos seus sentimentos e en busca dun maior poder adquisitivo. Can&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;do don Félix lle &amp;nbsp;manda unha carta, esta cae en mans de don Diego, que descubre a relación e pide unha confesión sincera da súa prometida. Dona Irene insiste en impoñer a súa autoridade, pero don Diego renuncia ao compromiso. Finalmente, descúbrese que don Félix é en realidade don Carlos, sobriño de don Diego, e os dous xóvenes adquiren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o consentimento para casárense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-562724884763807568?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/562724884763807568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/el-si-de-las-ninas.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/562724884763807568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/562724884763807568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/el-si-de-las-ninas.html' title='El sí de las niñas'/><author><name>Santiago De La Iglesia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13614447470246465470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2K3zvtbbP0/TxRvhk3MTjI/AAAAAAAAABA/DEKFqs6nnl4/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-2387040068695228169</id><published>2012-02-09T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T08:22:21.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bibliotecas'/><title type='text'>Formando  usuarios de bibliotecas</title><content type='html'>Botade unha ollada neste enlace e que disfrutedeeees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibliotecawirtz.blogspot.com/2012/02/formando-usuarios-da-biblioteca.html"&gt;http://bibliotecawirtz.blogspot.com/2012/02/formando-usuarios-da-biblioteca.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-2387040068695228169?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/2387040068695228169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/formando-usuarios-de-bibliotecas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2387040068695228169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2387040068695228169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/02/formando-usuarios-de-bibliotecas.html' title='Formando  usuarios de bibliotecas'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-3540699399066910055</id><published>2012-01-31T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:13:48.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AS NOSAS TRADICIÓNS'/><title type='text'>Beltane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" dir="ltr" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtn5Ij6Dyqk/Tye8KRd1vCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KbLuag2mV8Q/s1600/beltane_tilly_fire_353x470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtn5Ij6Dyqk/Tye8KRd1vCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KbLuag2mV8Q/s320/beltane_tilly_fire_353x470.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; text-align: justify;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beltane&lt;/strong&gt; o &lt;strong&gt;Bealtaine é&lt;/strong&gt; un antigo día festivo irlandés celebrado o 1 de maio no hemisferio norte e o 31 de Outubro no hemisferio sur. Históricamente esta festividade celébrase en Irlanda, Escocia e na &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isla_de_Man"&gt;Isla de Man&lt;/a&gt;. Noutros países celtas como &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gales"&gt;Gales&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bretaña"&gt;Bretaña&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cornualles"&gt;Cornualles&lt;/a&gt; había festividades similares o mesmo día. Contemporáneamente, sobrevive con prácticas folclóricas nas nacións celtas e na diáspora, ademáis de experimentar certo grado de renacemiento en recentes décadas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on"&gt;En Galicia (sen considerarse nación celta aínda que conteñen certo grado da mesma cultura) celébrase cunha recollida nocturna nos campos de cultivo con antorchas chamadas &lt;i&gt;Fachucos&lt;/i&gt;, as cenizas eran esparcidas pola terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on"&gt;Para os celtas, a noite de beltane marcaba o comezo da temporada de verano pastoral, cando as manadas de ganado levábanse hacia os pastos verdes e ás terras de pasto das montañas. No irlandés moderno &lt;i&gt;Mi na Bealtaine&lt;/i&gt; (Mes do Bealtaine) é o nome do mes de maio, aínda que a menudo abréviase como &lt;i&gt;Bealtaine&lt;/i&gt;, coñecido ao día festivo como &lt;i&gt;Lá Bealtaine&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on"&gt;Unha das principais actividades da festividade consistía en encender fogueiras nas montañas e cuiñas con ritual e significado político. En &lt;i&gt;Oidhche Bhealtaine&lt;/i&gt; (A víspera do Bealtaine). En gaélico escocés moderno, úsase só &lt;i&gt;Lá Buidhe Bealtaine&lt;/i&gt; (O día amarelo do Bealtain) para describir o primeiro día de maio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;" trbidi="on"&gt;Na antiga Irlanda, a foguera do Bealtaine principal encendíase na cuiña central de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Uisneach&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ba0000;"&gt;Uisneach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ‘&lt;i&gt;O ombligo de Irlanda&lt;/i&gt;’, centro de rituaies do país, o cal encóntrase agora situado no que é &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westmeath"&gt;Westmeath&lt;/a&gt;. En Irlanda, o prendemento de fogueiras en &lt;i&gt;Oidhche Bhealtaine&lt;/i&gt; parece haber sobrevivido únicamente ata o presente día no &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerick"&gt;Condado de Limerick&lt;/a&gt;, especialmente na cidade de Limerick coa súa noite da fogueira anual, aínda que algúns grupos culturais expresaron interese en revivir o hábito en Uisneach e quizáis na Cuiña de Tara. En tempos modernos tamén pódese observar a iluminación de fogos comunitarios do beltane que encéndense individualmente en fogares nalgunhas partes da diáspora celta e por algúns grupos neopaganos, aínda que na maioría destos casos esta práctica é unha celebración cultural máis que o renacemento de unha antiga tradición.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-3540699399066910055?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/3540699399066910055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/beltane.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/3540699399066910055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/3540699399066910055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/beltane.html' title='Beltane'/><author><name>xisela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057962617832886772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ih0LPJMass/T0TtKVEXChI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MRe2z3b05qw/s220/hjgghkj.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtn5Ij6Dyqk/Tye8KRd1vCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KbLuag2mV8Q/s72-c/beltane_tilly_fire_353x470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-7104240891927872488</id><published>2012-01-30T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:05:34.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Músicas do mundo.</title><content type='html'>O noso artigo trata sobre as diferenzas da música folclórica celta coa&amp;nbsp;folclórica de Inglaterra&amp;nbsp;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Música Celta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=""&gt;O festival de Ortigueira do mundo Celta supón un dos festivais máis importantes que celebra a&amp;nbsp;cultura celta de Galicia. Sabemos que&amp;nbsp;no 600 a C vivían Celtas aquí, non obstante, é posible que predomine a nostalxia sobre a realidade cando  se afírma que a música galega se basa nunhas oríxes &amp;nbsp;tan antigas. Os pobos celtas tivieron  na súa  música moito  máis que a habitual expresión cultural-costumista, entrando non só nas raices máis profundas da&amp;nbsp; alma  dun pobo, senón na utiliización da forza do son como medio de conexión coa natureza, a maxia latente no mundo que nos rodea e a espiritualidade. &lt;b&gt;Música celta&lt;/b&gt; é o térmo utilizado para describir un amplo grupo&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=""&gt;que parte da tradición musical popular dos pobos considerados de tradición&amp;nbsp;celta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=""&gt; de Europa&amp;nbsp;occidental&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=""&gt;. Como tal, non existe un corpo musical real que poda ser descrito como &lt;i&gt;celta&lt;/i&gt;, pero o térmo serve para unificar tanto música estrictamente tradicional de determinadas rexións xeográficas, como un tipo de música contemporánea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A identificación de características comúns na música celta é problemática. A maioría das formas musicais populares&amp;nbsp; de hoxe consideradas como característicamente celtas foron comúns a moitos otros lugares de Europa Occidental. Hai xéneros e estilos musicais propios de cada país celta debido as tradicións individuais&amp;nbsp; canto&amp;nbsp; ás características das súas  linguaxes específicas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Facendo un pouco de historia recente, ata os anos 70 a que podería considerarse como música tradicional celta estaba limitada a unhas poucas bandas que mantiñan unha tradición moi "folk" e que exclusivamente utilizaban instrumentos tradicionais (violín, gaita, flautas, arpa, percusión, acordeón e guitarras).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música Británica:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A &lt;strong&gt;música folclórica&lt;/strong&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Inglaterra&lt;/b&gt; ten séculos de antiguidade&amp;nbsp;e contribuiu&amp;nbsp;á formación de varios xéneros&amp;nbsp;e música de baile. Ten as súas propias variacións&amp;nbsp;e particularidades segundo a rexión. No&amp;nbsp; ámbito da música popular&amp;nbsp;e bandas inglesas moitos artistas&amp;nbsp;foron mencionados como os máis influentes&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;de maior venta de música de todos os tempos. Grupos tales como &lt;b&gt;The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Elton John, Queen, Rod Stewart y The Rolling Stones&lt;/b&gt; son algúns dos artistas máis vendidos&amp;nbsp;no mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Beatles foi unha banda de rock inglesa activa durante a década de 1960,&amp;nbsp;e recoñecida como a máis comercialmente exitosa&amp;nbsp;e críticamente&amp;nbsp;loubada na historia da música popular. Formada en Liverpool, estivo constituida dende 1962 por Jonh Lennon (guitarra ritmica, vocalista), Paul McCartney (baixo, vocalista), George Harrison (guitarra solista, vocalista)&amp;nbsp;e Ringo Starr (bateria, vocalista). Lograron éxito comercial&amp;nbsp;no Reino Unido a finais de 1962 co seu primeiro sinxelo, «Love me do». A partir de aí, foron adquirindo popularidade internacional ao longo dos seguientes anos, nos cales fixeron un extenso número de xiras ata&amp;nbsp;1966, ano no que cesaron na actividade en vivo para dedicarse únicamente&amp;nbsp;á grabación&amp;nbsp;no estudio&amp;nbsp;ata&amp;nbsp; a súa disolución en 1970. Despois, todos os seus integrantes&amp;nbsp; embarcáronse en exitosas carreras independentes. Lennon sería asasinado na porta da casa de New York en 1980,&amp;nbsp;e Harrison falecería de cáncer en 2001.&amp;nbsp; McCartney&amp;nbsp;e Ringo&amp;nbsp;Starr aínda pwrmanecen activos.&amp;nbsp;The Beatles&amp;nbsp;manteñénse como grupo con máis números un nas listas británicas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-7104240891927872488?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/7104240891927872488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/musicas-do-mundo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7104240891927872488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7104240891927872488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/musicas-do-mundo.html' title='Músicas do mundo.'/><author><name>Paula y Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498680235388142098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-9134157310320348124</id><published>2012-01-28T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:29:24.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISAAC DÍAZ PARDO'/><title type='text'>PALABRAS PARA ISAAC DIAZ PARDO por NEIRA VILAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-SCjG2X5kk/TyPCR2xGZPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/G9ZYMqnZKLc/s1600/Memorias-dun-neno-labrego.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-SCjG2X5kk/TyPCR2xGZPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/G9ZYMqnZKLc/s400/Memorias-dun-neno-labrego.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Portada de Díaz Pardo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;O autor de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memorias dun neno labrego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; escribiu esta fermosa carta ao seu amigo Isaac, que foi lida o día 6 de xaneiro en presencia de familiares e amigos na ceremonia civil que tivo lugar en Boisaca(Santiago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PALABRAS PARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;ISAAC DÍAZ PARDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Querida Mimina, &lt;br /&gt;queridos fillos e netos de Isaac, &lt;br /&gt;queridos amigas e amigos todos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca pensei que me tocaría esta difícil, esta dura tarefa de despedir para sempre a Isaac Días Pardo, amigo entrañable dende hai 56 anos, ou sexa, dende aquel rutilante Buenos Aires onde nos coñecemos unha tardiña de 1955.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaxinei que tería que dicir estas palabras para darlle o definitivo adeus ó meu amigo máis querido. Pero tal é a realidade e temos que aceptala. Eu chegara a sentir que Isaac era eterno ou pouco menos. Dende algún lugar estaranos mirando cos seus ollos tenros e profundos, uns ollos ben abertos, como os dos personaxes dos seus cadros, e diranos con modestia e ironía “¿pero que facedes aquí? Grazas por vir, pero ídevos, esto acabouse e non hai volta que darlle. A vida é así”.&lt;br /&gt;E nós aquí, diante do teu corpo levián e inerte. Déixanos facer, querido amigo, déixanos dicir siquera algo do moito que sentimos ante a túa ausenciai vital. Déixanos que che digamos cando menos grazas por ti, por haber vivido, por termos estado á túa beira, coa túa voz, coa túa sabia palabra, cos teus traballos, cos teus fermosos proxectos. Grazas polo teu sorriso, polo teu sentido do humor, pola túa perenne comprensión e solidariedade en todo momento e ante calquera circunstancia. Grazas pola túa permanente lección de humildade e de sabedoría. Alguén dixo que eras un xigante comprimido. E tiña razón, pois canta forza, canta enerxía albergabas en tan pequeño corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Cantos golpes che deron. Cantas veces caíches e te volviches a erguer, home indomable. Ambos temos repetido xuntos aquel verso dun gran poeta arxentino: “no te des por vencido ni aun vencido”. Con moita dor e un gran tesón resistiches e venciches. Falabas moi seguido de fracasos, pero o único fracaso, se tal queremos chamalo, foi este, o da morte, algo natural, esperado por todos nós ó longo da vida como inevitable. Pero outro poeta, José Martí, dixo que a morte non é certo cando se cumpre con plenitude o ciclo da vida. Ese ciclo, o teu ciclo vital, cumpríchelo sobradamente, traballando sempre, loitando sempre, sen unha hora de descanso, sen un día de vacacións, porque anque se vivan noventa e un anos como ti viviches, o tempo, o de nós todos, sempre está taxado, e para quen sinta o impulso creador que ti sentías, a vida sempre será curta.&lt;br /&gt;Falo en nome de moitos, poida que en nome de todos, pero por un momento voume referir á relación habida entre ti e eu, e contar o que quedou dela.&lt;br /&gt;Quedou e queda o recordo daquela vez que nos coñecemos, daquel primeiro encontro en Buenos Aires, nunha exposición do común amigo Luís Seoane; quedan os nosos encontros no barrio porteño de Villa Pueyrredón, onde nos visitabas no noso fogar; quedan os encontros en Magdalena, naquela fábrica que erguiches case na Pampa; quedan tamén os encontros en Barcelona, en Madrid, en Gres, en Santiago, en Sada, en Sargadelo e tamén en San Marcos, onde noite a noite, durante ano e medio quedabamos por horas conversando sobre o ir e vir deste desarranxado mundo e da Galicia dos nosos amores. Quedan máis de cen cartas túas e outras tantas miñas escritas en 48 anos de relación epistolar. Quedan todos os meus libros que editaches en Ediciós do Castro, algúns deles ilustrados por ti. Quedan tantas e tantas lembranzas que non é do caso reseñalas agora.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí estamos, pois, querido Isaac, moitos dos teus amigos e admiradores, que quixemos acompañarte nesta derradeira viaxe. Naciches en Compostela e a Compostela voltas tras canear polo ancho mundo. Devólveslle á túa terra natal o corpo que che emprestou. Non podía ser doutra maneira por tratarse dun home xeneroso.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí estamos en representación dos milleiros de homes e mulleres que te querían e admiraban, ou mellor, que te queren e admiran; digámolo en presente porque ti seguirás vivindo en todos nós. A túa obra trascende en moito esta fronteira da morte física.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí estamos os que vivimos, e en boa medida nos formamos á túa beira e nos beneficiamos co teu facer, co teu maxisterio, co teu exemplo, coa túa tenacidade, &lt;br /&gt;Co teu erguerte tras de cada caída, co teu escepticismo esperanzado, coa túa bonomía, coa túa humildade case franciscana.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí estamos os que amamos a Galicia, que levamos dentro este fondo sentimento de patria, de raíz e destino, ó tempo que nos achegamos a outras patrias e somos tolerantes e solidarios con outros pobos. Así eras ti e así nos ensinaches a ser e a sentir. Tés máis discípulos dos que coidabas ter e moitos seguidores dos que nunca soubeches.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí estamos os que pensamos que a morte non é tal no teu caso, porque vivirás para sempore en nós, nos nosos corazóns e na nosa lembranza. Vivirás porque tal foi a túa enteireza ó longo da existencia que te sobrepuxeches a contratempos, reveses, traicións, paus e pedras que che facían dicir que “cando aparecen os egoísmos o ser humano pervírtese”. Moitos de nós escoitámosche esa frase chea de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí estamos os que tratamos de seguir o teu exemplo, ese herdo que nos deixaches de conduta, de ética, de humildade, de servizo ó teu país, de compromiso e xenerosidade. Procuraremos imitarte, procuraremos seguirte, modelo para sempre, paradigma anticipado do home que terá de vir, do home, do ser humano do futuro. A túa creatividade, a túa intelixencia excepcional, a túa inimitable capacidade de traballo sempre foron para todos nós un rumbo, un norte, pero moito máis por iren acompañadas de grandes virtudes e da calidade humana que había en ti.&lt;br /&gt;Os que aquí estamos, e moitos máis que non puideron estar, continuaremos a túa obra, e se eso, polas súas dimensións, non fose posible, seguiremos cando menos o teu comportamento modélico, a túa filosofía da existencia.&lt;br /&gt;Aspiramos a que os máis novos, nenas e nenos, adolescentes e xoves de hoxe sexan coma ti.&lt;br /&gt;Se queremos un artista deste tempo, un anovador da arte galega, en temas e en formas, queremos que sexa coma ti.&lt;br /&gt;Se queremos un ser emprendedor, con ideas e iniciativas de progreso, queremos que sexa coma ti.&lt;br /&gt;Se queremos un home de letras, de palabra honrada, precisa, elevada, cunha mensaxe perenne de esperanza, queremos que sexa coma ti.&lt;br /&gt;Se queremos unha persoa (home ou muller) que estude, evoque e respecte o noso pasado, a nosa memoria histórica, queremos que sexa coma ti.&lt;br /&gt;Se queremos un patriota que loite nos máis diversos campos polo seu país, pola recuperación da súa identidade e polo seu adianto cultural e social, queremos que sexa coma ti.&lt;br /&gt;Se queremos, en fin, un cidadán comprometido coa súa patria e coa humanidade, un home honrado, modesto, traballador, xeneroso, queremos naturalmente que sexa coma ti.&lt;br /&gt;Querido Isaac, artista, economista, arquitecto, escritor, poeta, deseñador, home de pensamento e por enriba de todo home de ben, aquí te pousamos, na túa terra santiaguesa, unha parcela da túa amada terra galega. Deixamos aquí o teu corpo pero quédanos algo máis perdurable. Quédanos a túa obra inmensa e quédanos de por vida, e máis alá das nosas vidas, o teu exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;Queridísimo amigo, compañeiro, irmán, descansa en paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Xosé Neira Vilas &lt;br /&gt;Cemiterio de Boisaca (Santiago)&lt;br /&gt;6 de Xaneiro de 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-9134157310320348124?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/9134157310320348124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/palabras-para-isaac-diaz-pardo-por.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/9134157310320348124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/9134157310320348124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/palabras-para-isaac-diaz-pardo-por.html' title='PALABRAS PARA ISAAC DIAZ PARDO por NEIRA VILAS'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-SCjG2X5kk/TyPCR2xGZPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/G9ZYMqnZKLc/s72-c/Memorias-dun-neno-labrego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-2076695489935376995</id><published>2012-01-25T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:29:06.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O XADREZ'/><title type='text'>"O xadrez incentiva a nosa mente" por Mila M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4u0ex4Ze0E/TyAGMMDxfLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EJ_W6XHWS0Q/s1600/xadrez+sargadelos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4u0ex4Ze0E/TyAGMMDxfLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EJ_W6XHWS0Q/s1600/xadrez+sargadelos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xadrez de cerámica (Sargadelos, Isaac Díaz Pardo)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dYTDQXQgi0I/TyAGH0rxmUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-JuiXD6viEA/s1600/partida-capablanca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dYTDQXQgi0I/TyAGH0rxmUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-JuiXD6viEA/s200/partida-capablanca.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O xadrez é un xogo moi antigo, a súa importación a Europa veu da man dos árabes antes da expulsión da Península, pero o interesante deste xogo é a capacidade que ten de sublimar toda esta enerxía bélica nun deporte que estimula a intelixencia. Por iso mesmo é que&amp;nbsp;as nosas bibliotecarias&amp;nbsp;queren ter un xogo coma este no noso centro, para incentivar a nosa intelixencia.  Gústame moito a idea de que podamos ter&amp;nbsp; xadrez no instituto e poder disfrutar dalgunha que outra inocente competición entre compañeiros. Aínda que eu non sei xogar,  encantaríame aprender e chegar a ser unha boa xogadora do xadrez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-2076695489935376995?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/2076695489935376995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/xadrez-de-ceramica-de-sargadelos-isaac.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2076695489935376995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2076695489935376995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/xadrez-de-ceramica-de-sargadelos-isaac.html' title='&quot;O xadrez incentiva a nosa mente&quot; por Mila M.'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4u0ex4Ze0E/TyAGMMDxfLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EJ_W6XHWS0Q/s72-c/xadrez+sargadelos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-6709153256690652363</id><published>2012-01-23T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:29:27.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O XADREZ'/><title type='text'>O XADREZ E AFONSO X</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;O Libro dos xogos ou libro do xadrez,dados e táboas foi encargado por Afonso X, rei de Castela, León eGalicia ( entre 1251e 1283)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHI4woXejcc/Tx3jdWikOBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cNZdxXt9seM/s1600/220px-Alfonso_LJ_97V.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHI4woXejcc/Tx3jdWikOBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cNZdxXt9seM/s1600/220px-Alfonso_LJ_97V.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O libro ten 98 páxinas e 150ilustracións. Entre os xogos do libro están os dados e o backgammone contén a descripción máis antiga destes xogos, importados dosreinos musulmáns. Esta obra é un dos documentos máis importantespara a investigación de xogos de mesa. O único orixinal coñecidoatópase na biblioteca do Monasterio de El Escorial (Madrid).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xzexUQTnsEI/Tx3jariM1OI/AAAAAAAAANw/KNI6ndrv3SQ/s1600/xadrez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xzexUQTnsEI/Tx3jariM1OI/AAAAAAAAANw/KNI6ndrv3SQ/s1600/xadrez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HHaUq0t5ZI4/Tx3kQt2qH4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/02H6SnkgolI/s1600/mulleres+e+o+xadrez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HHaUq0t5ZI4/Tx3kQt2qH4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/02H6SnkgolI/s1600/mulleres+e+o+xadrez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9AWnEdvhQs/Tx3kMFht_oI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FXVIGccwtuU/s1600/imagesCAMQQDFY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9AWnEdvhQs/Tx3kMFht_oI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FXVIGccwtuU/s1600/imagesCAMQQDFY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEoemDdKzjA/Tx3mEeOyD1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/VZTze1lJxyo/s1600/200px-Alfons_X.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FEoemDdKzjA/Tx3mEeOyD1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/VZTze1lJxyo/s1600/200px-Alfons_X.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afonso X&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A42fLAz0pp0/TyBitPfdX5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/m4dNLW3hUeQ/s1600/o+x+adrez+d.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A42fLAz0pp0/TyBitPfdX5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/m4dNLW3hUeQ/s1600/o+x+adrez+d.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-6709153256690652363?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/6709153256690652363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-xadrez-e-afonso-x.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6709153256690652363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6709153256690652363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-xadrez-e-afonso-x.html' title='O XADREZ E AFONSO X'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHI4woXejcc/Tx3jdWikOBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cNZdxXt9seM/s72-c/220px-Alfonso_LJ_97V.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-1912415479943533609</id><published>2012-01-23T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:08:28.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>Catro poemas para catro grabados. Lorenzo Varela</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Por Mila M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Eu quería falar un pouco da vida de&lt;strong&gt; Xesús Lorenzo Varela Vázquez&lt;/strong&gt;. Nado na Habana o 10 de agosto de 1916 e finado en Madrid o 25 de novembro de 1978, foi un escritor e poeta galego que viviu a meirande parte da súa vida no exilio. Dedicóuselle o Día das Letras Galegas de 2005. Algunhas das súas obras son:- &lt;strong&gt;Catro poemas galegos pra catro grabados&lt;/strong&gt;, 1944.- Lonxe, 1954.- Poesía, 1979, Edicións do Castro.- Poesía galega, 1990. Estes poemas son dedicados a catro personaxes históricos como o que veredes a continuación. &lt;strong&gt;Os grabados son obra de Luís Seoane&lt;/strong&gt;, amigo de&lt;strong&gt; Isaac&amp;nbsp; Díaz Pardo&lt;/strong&gt; e con quen fundou&amp;nbsp;O LABORATORIO DE FORMAS de Sargadelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Catro poemas, de Lorenzo Varela" height="191" src="http://www.galiciaespallada.com.ar/lv-catropoemas.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARÍA PITA&lt;br /&gt;María das batallas, &lt;br /&gt;levareiche unha frol por cada bala; &lt;br /&gt;i unha cunca de leite &lt;br /&gt;arrebuxada en neve &lt;br /&gt;pra che curar a sede. &lt;br /&gt;¡Sede mortal, varona, a desta patria:&lt;br /&gt;queima no peito con ardente brasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;María das batallas, &lt;br /&gt;dareiche un reiseñor por cada bala, &lt;br /&gt;i unha estreliña nova &lt;br /&gt;no berce d’unha dorna, &lt;br /&gt;núa, espida, graciosa:&lt;br /&gt;Varona dos meus ollos, unha estrela &lt;br /&gt;que ti ganache, poderosa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muller da soberana libertade, &lt;br /&gt;os artilleiros danche alferezía &lt;br /&gt;e faite o mar patrona da cidade. &lt;br /&gt;Din as miñas campanas, escoitade, &lt;br /&gt;de monte a monte e mais de ría a ría:&lt;br /&gt;O bronce meu, teu bronce foi María&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-1912415479943533609?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/1912415479943533609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-queria-falar-un-pouco-da-vida-de.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1912415479943533609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1912415479943533609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-queria-falar-un-pouco-da-vida-de.html' title='Catro poemas para catro grabados. Lorenzo Varela'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-8576985770730328560</id><published>2012-01-22T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:29:58.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISAAC DÍAZ PARDO'/><title type='text'>POEMA DE LORENZO VARELA EN HONRA DE DIAZ PARDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OG6Oq3cS_c/TxxEAJzCYJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OBt0mAqGnJk/s1600/249416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OG6Oq3cS_c/TxxEAJzCYJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OBt0mAqGnJk/s640/249416.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Portada de Memorias dun neno labrego de Neira Vilas. Debuxo de Díaz Pardo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="GPH-SWHBBB"&gt;"Compañeiros da miña xeración mortos ou asesiñados" de Xesús Lorenzo Varela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="GPH-SWHBBB"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SeXRRHd1DNI/TxxErygIomI/AAAAAAAAANg/A4xb-K8cCBE/s1600/varela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SeXRRHd1DNI/TxxErygIomI/AAAAAAAAANg/A4xb-K8cCBE/s1600/varela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lorenzo Varela&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="GPH-SWHBBB"&gt;É un dos poemas que se leron no funeral de Isaac Díaz Pardo. Aquí deixovos o poema:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="GPH-SWHBBB"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="GPH-SWHBBB"&gt;¡Tan doce era a xuntanza miña e vosa, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de todos nós co mundo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facíamos un feixe de campos e de estrelas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ó pisar ise chao que latexaba &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentíamos subir pola sangue o misterio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O noso corpo era o camiño da maxia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a escada pola que viña a lúa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o zume de todol-os segredos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a canzón da herba que resucitóu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o mismo verme era unha folla leda, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un mensaxeiro do sagrado alén. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morréchedes, matáronvos, deixáronme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quedei aquí, lonxe das vosa sombras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E gardo, coma un morto, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no centro do silenzo, da sede, da agonía, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o día que vos poda levar á sepultura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unha cesta de pombas e mazás. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¡Tan doce era a xuntanza miña e vosa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de todos nós co mundo!.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="GPH-SWHBBB"&gt;Isabel Escourido 1ºBHB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-8576985770730328560?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/8576985770730328560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/poema-de-lorenzo-varela-en-honra-de.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/8576985770730328560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/8576985770730328560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/poema-de-lorenzo-varela-en-honra-de.html' title='POEMA DE LORENZO VARELA EN HONRA DE DIAZ PARDO'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OG6Oq3cS_c/TxxEAJzCYJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OBt0mAqGnJk/s72-c/249416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-7111774348547212225</id><published>2012-01-12T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:29:43.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISAAC DÍAZ PARDO'/><title type='text'>HOMENAXE A DÍAZ PARDO II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=4199591202711649930&amp;amp;hl=es" style="height: 326px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O intelectual galeguista&lt;strong&gt; Isaac Díaz Pardo&lt;/strong&gt;, "o home máis querido de Galicia", segundo o definiu o escritor Manuel Rivas&amp;nbsp;é unha das persoas máis recoñecidas e premiadas nos ámbitos social, artístico e empresarial de Galicia, sempre considerou a súa vida unha colección de "fracasos".&lt;br /&gt;Díaz Pardo (Santiago, 1920 - A Coruña, 2012), fillo do tamén histórico galeguista fusilado en 1936 &lt;strong&gt;Camilo Díaz Baliño&lt;/strong&gt;, estudou Belas Artes en Madrid e foi profesor en Barcelona. Dedicou os seus primeiros anos artísticos á pintura, aínda que antes intentara ser arquitecto, actividade que nunca chegou a desenvolver. Tras uns anos dedicado á pintura, Díaz Pardo emigrou a Bos Aires, onde pasou trece anos, e onde estivo en contacto con outro galeguista histórico, Luís Seoane.&lt;br /&gt;Da súa estanza en Sudamérica, e grazas ao contacto que mantivo con este auto,r xurdiu o &lt;strong&gt;Laboratorio de Formas&lt;/strong&gt;, matriz do que máis tarde se convertería no Grupo Sargadelos. En Arxentina montou unha fábrica de cerámica en Madalena, a 108 quilómetros de Bos Aires, o que lle facilitou unha fluída relación con exiliados galegos e "dos pobos ibéricos".&lt;br /&gt;Sabela Escourido 1ºBHB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-7111774348547212225?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/7111774348547212225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/homenaxe-diaz-pardo_12.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7111774348547212225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7111774348547212225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/homenaxe-diaz-pardo_12.html' title='HOMENAXE A DÍAZ PARDO II'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-2916306824854150995</id><published>2012-01-11T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:29:38.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURTAS'/><title type='text'>Andén nº3</title><content type='html'>Presentamos hoxe a producción galego-catalá "Andén nº3", rodada polos integrantes do Cine Club do noso instituto e filmada íntegramente na localidade da Coruña.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25653970"&gt;http://vimeo.com/25653970&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentablemente non está totalmente en galego (debido ó carácter estatal da producción), pero sí mostra algúns dos lugares máis emblemáticos e fermosos da cidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-2916306824854150995?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/2916306824854150995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/anden-n3.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2916306824854150995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2916306824854150995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/anden-n3.html' title='Andén nº3'/><author><name>bardobastardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339379818480890983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-5615749414125527361</id><published>2012-01-07T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:30:12.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISAAC DÍAZ PARDO'/><title type='text'>HOMENAXE A DÍAZ PARDO I</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4hDrQu6II0/Twjoh9BtT8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/fQJxF2xJ5fk/s1600/Homenaxe+a+Diaz+Pardo+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4hDrQu6II0/Twjoh9BtT8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/fQJxF2xJ5fk/s1600/Homenaxe+a+Diaz+Pardo+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOMENAXE A DIAZ PARDO&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-5615749414125527361?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/5615749414125527361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/homenaxe-diaz-pardo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5615749414125527361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5615749414125527361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2012/01/homenaxe-diaz-pardo.html' title='HOMENAXE A DÍAZ PARDO I'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4hDrQu6II0/Twjoh9BtT8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/fQJxF2xJ5fk/s72-c/Homenaxe+a+Diaz+Pardo+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-8634407700793697137</id><published>2012-01-06T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:30:25.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISAAC DÍAZ PARDO'/><title type='text'>ISAAC DIAZ PARDO: O POETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsDsdAIxQU4/TwdhJ3Q0ytI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JPwo1Q0omPQ/s1600/IMG_0925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsDsdAIxQU4/TwdhJ3Q0ytI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JPwo1Q0omPQ/s1600/IMG_0925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Con nós nunha mañá inesquecíbel. Sada 2008&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CANTIGA DA SOEDADE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Non me diexes sin ela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hai&amp;nbsp;amigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xa ves que en soedade morro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IExRa4sTc7k/Tvja0iX2WII/AAAAAAAAAL0/fjm8PJBpfT0/s1600/Biblio-nadal+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IExRa4sTc7k/Tvja0iX2WII/AAAAAAAAAL0/fjm8PJBpfT0/s400/Biblio-nadal+015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;O día 21 de decembro organizamos unha sinxela festa de Nadal na biblioteca&amp;nbsp;á que estaban invitados os que participaron no concurso e mais todos os que se quixesen sumar ao acto. Entre os asistentes estaban tamén algúns profesores e o director do centro. Entregamos catro premios nas seguintes categorías:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w77I4N2324w/TvjblmGAEhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7IoQF75VG9A/s1600/Biblio-nadal+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w77I4N2324w/TvjblmGAEhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7IoQF75VG9A/s400/Biblio-nadal+018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgU1jA9L-TA/TvjaqMkxp8I/AAAAAAAAALo/Wnp3KyjN1ec/s1600/Biblio-nadal+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgU1jA9L-TA/TvjaqMkxp8I/AAAAAAAAALo/Wnp3KyjN1ec/s320/Biblio-nadal+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmNXpsZg5tY/TvjbMzB2oVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vBgT8PdlEsI/s1600/Biblio-nadal+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmNXpsZg5tY/TvjbMzB2oVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vBgT8PdlEsI/s320/Biblio-nadal+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Premio á mellor postal de Nadal que recaeu en &lt;strong&gt;María&lt;/strong&gt; de 1º ESO A; premio ao mellor debuxo do Apalpador que o recibiu&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Isabel&lt;/strong&gt;, alumna de 1º de Bach B. Houbo tamén dous textos premiados: Unha carta ao&amp;nbsp; Apalpador e o premio foi para &lt;strong&gt;Victor&lt;/strong&gt; de 2ºde ESO A e unha Cantiga de Nadal escrita por &lt;strong&gt;Joel &lt;/strong&gt;de 1º de Bach A. Os premios consistiron en dúas entradas de cine con merenda para cada un dos&amp;nbsp;gañadores.&amp;nbsp;E como do que se trataba era de premiar a participación, aproveitamos tamén a ocasión&amp;nbsp;para entregar os libros que sorteáramos anteriormente entre os asistentes aos clubes de lectura, os gañadores foron&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Margarita&lt;/strong&gt; de 2ºESO A co libro&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Violeta tamurana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Ignacio&lt;/strong&gt; de 1º de Bach A coa obra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O bosque de Ancines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. E para celebrar tanto premio houbo para todos unhas boas larpeiradas&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nufEn1pEoNg/TvjaJE_VXII/AAAAAAAAALg/4EemU4_WtqQ/s1600/Biblio-nadal+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nufEn1pEoNg/TvjaJE_VXII/AAAAAAAAALg/4EemU4_WtqQ/s640/Biblio-nadal+011.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-6569996342374282212?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/6569996342374282212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/12/concurso-de-nadal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6569996342374282212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6569996342374282212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/12/concurso-de-nadal.html' title='Concurso de Nadal'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IExRa4sTc7k/Tvja0iX2WII/AAAAAAAAAL0/fjm8PJBpfT0/s72-c/Biblio-nadal+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-489265511654388235</id><published>2011-12-20T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:01:56.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NADAL 2011'/><title type='text'>Postal de Nadal</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Premede abaixo e veredes unha simpática e orixinal felicitación de Nadal que nos&amp;nbsp;chega de lonxanas terras do norte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://ak.imgag.com/imgag/product/preview/flash/bws8Shell_fps24.swf?ihost=http://ak.imgag.com/imgag&amp;amp;brandldrPath=/product/full/el/&amp;amp;cardNum=/product/full/ap/3166187/graphic1" target="_blank"&gt;http://ak.imgag.com/imgag/product/preview/flash/bws8Shell_fps24.swf?ihost=http://ak.imgag.com/imgag&amp;amp;brandldrPath=/product/full/el/&amp;amp;cardNum=/product/full/ap/3166187/graphic1&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt; for your Christmas card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-489265511654388235?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/489265511654388235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/12/postal-de-nadal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/489265511654388235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/489265511654388235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/12/postal-de-nadal.html' title='Postal de Nadal'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-4101231482227347528</id><published>2011-12-15T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:16:40.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club de lectura 2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club de lectura 2010-11'/><title type='text'>A PRAIA DOS AFOGADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Nt3c5Y2dZE/TupDrZD8lGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/P1h_a6kKuwc/s1600/A+praia+dos+afogados+3+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="433" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Nt3c5Y2dZE/TupDrZD8lGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/P1h_a6kKuwc/s640/A+praia+dos+afogados+3+.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A praia dos afogados &lt;/strong&gt;de&lt;strong&gt; Domingo Villar&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;foi a novela que levamos nesta ocasión ao noso faladoiro de A Cova Celtica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A continuación podedes ver&amp;nbsp;un&amp;nbsp;"resumo"dos aspectos que comentamos e algunhas das opiníons dos&amp;nbsp;participantes no tríptico que elaboramos entre todos a xeito de conclusión.&amp;nbsp;Foi unha experiencia&amp;nbsp;moi&amp;nbsp;interesante e participativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PKKAPFL5cM/Tu4_8H0L9YI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w4Jx8mMybUc/s1600/CARTEL+CINE+E+LITE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PKKAPFL5cM/Tu4_8H0L9YI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w4Jx8mMybUc/s320/CARTEL+CINE+E+LITE.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;En&amp;nbsp;xaneiro dedicaremos o club de lectura a&lt;strong&gt; CINE E LITERATURA&lt;/strong&gt; coa obra &lt;strong&gt;Madame Bovary,&lt;/strong&gt; a proposta do profesor Enrique Pujales, responsable da actividade de cine do noso IES.&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/287410372987265143-4101231482227347528?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/4101231482227347528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/12/praia-dos-afogados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4101231482227347528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4101231482227347528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/12/praia-dos-afogados.html' title='A PRAIA DOS AFOGADOS'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Nt3c5Y2dZE/TupDrZD8lGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/P1h_a6kKuwc/s72-c/A+praia+dos+afogados+3+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-3900909252669146997</id><published>2011-12-13T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:01:42.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NADAL 2011'/><title type='text'>AS NOSAS TRADICIÓNS</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jva_zOT252A/TufMkD2uiKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OuAmOKSgaPw/s1600/debuxo+do+Apalpador.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jva_zOT252A/TufMkD2uiKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OuAmOKSgaPw/s400/debuxo+do+Apalpador.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Premio ao mellor debuxo do Apalpador por Isabel de 1º Bac B&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Premio "Cantiga de Nadal" por Joel de 1º bach A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dorme meuneno querido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;que vai vir oApalpador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;traeráagasallos aos pobres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e castañasao comedor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vai para camacediño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;para queapalpe a barriga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;de nenosricos e pobres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e alivie asúa fatiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O díaseguinte os nenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;espertan conilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;corren caraos agasallos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;con xúbilono corazón!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-3900909252669146997?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/3900909252669146997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-nosas-tradicions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/3900909252669146997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/3900909252669146997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-nosas-tradicions.html' title='AS NOSAS TRADICIÓNS'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jva_zOT252A/TufMkD2uiKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OuAmOKSgaPw/s72-c/debuxo+do+Apalpador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-5747431988479185120</id><published>2011-12-02T01:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:16:40.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club de lectura 2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club de lectura 2010-11'/><title type='text'>VALADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por&amp;nbsp; Margarita e Brais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wY9M5WF44cM/TtiiokkdOJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Yd8n-S_95rk/s1600/Valados+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wY9M5WF44cM/TtiiokkdOJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Yd8n-S_95rk/s400/Valados+002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os alumnos do club&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O pasado xoves, os alumnos de 2º de ESO&amp;nbsp;do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;FernandoWirtz Suárez fixemos un club de lectura, no que falamos dun libro de Agustín Fernández Paz, titulado Valados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dixemos as opinións que cada un de nós tiña sobre o tema do libro &lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;discriminación&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; ás clases máis desfavorecidas, e por cuestións&amp;nbsp; de raza e relixión. Tamén trata de cousas e sentimentos&amp;nbsp;como a amizade, neste caso entre dous nenos de clases, razas e relixións distintas, aos que os prexuizos dos pais non conseguirán separar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Este libro sen dúbida é unha representación das inxustizas de hoxe en día, a falta de liberdade, o racismo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiTxmHm5mxw/TttpkVTjjII/AAAAAAAAAJY/C3DoxQVgDNQ/s1600/valados.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiTxmHm5mxw/TttpkVTjjII/AAAAAAAAAJY/C3DoxQVgDNQ/s320/valados.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"tamén eles habían derrubar o muro que o medo e o odio construíran..."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-5747431988479185120?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/5747431988479185120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/12/valados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5747431988479185120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5747431988479185120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/12/valados.html' title='VALADOS'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wY9M5WF44cM/TtiiokkdOJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Yd8n-S_95rk/s72-c/Valados+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-1552309064712357543</id><published>2011-11-30T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:33:08.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AS NOSAS TRADICIÓNS'/><title type='text'>O TIZÓN DE NADAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6rNSNKoftDg/TtaBCqfTstI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iCXs1r-7GNI/s1600/outono+web106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6rNSNKoftDg/TtaBCqfTstI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iCXs1r-7GNI/s400/outono+web106.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O tizón de nadal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As nosas tradicións de Nadal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No Nadal unha das nosas tradicións máis importantes é o chamado &lt;strong&gt;"toro ou tizón de nadal"&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;que segundo o propio &lt;strong&gt;Ramón Otero Pedrayo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"é un cañoto grande dunha árbore, que nas montañas do leste da provincia de Lugo, en moitos sitos de Pontevedra, e noutras terras, botan ó lume na noite do 24 de Nadal, e deixan quimar deica a metade e o que queda gárdano para cando hai treboada; entón, bótano de novo a arder na lareira, para arredaren o pedrazo e os raios. Nalgúns lados, seméllanos que aproveitan a borralla para botaren nos eidos, o cal si que é un verdadeiro rito fertilizante de maxia agraria. Mais tamén ten relación coa presencia das ánimas da familia na noite de Nadal, arredor do lume."&lt;/em&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/287410372987265143-1552309064712357543?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/1552309064712357543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-tizon-de-nadal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1552309064712357543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1552309064712357543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-tizon-de-nadal.html' title='O TIZÓN DE NADAL'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6rNSNKoftDg/TtaBCqfTstI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iCXs1r-7GNI/s72-c/outono+web106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-9189168218218417934</id><published>2011-11-22T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:03:09.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magosto 2011'/><title type='text'>Refuxio de Verdes-Coristanco</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magosto no muíño de Verdes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzkPDdV6NG4/TswAE8pgGmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3rEZqSOX1V4/s1600/outono+148m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzkPDdV6NG4/TswAE8pgGmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3rEZqSOX1V4/s640/outono+148m.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rP1UCOhm8kU/TswDgq5pYXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qA9SI0Pu52A/s1600/outono+103m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rP1UCOhm8kU/TswDgq5pYXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qA9SI0Pu52A/s400/outono+103m.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-9189168218218417934?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/9189168218218417934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/11/magosto-no-refuxio-de-verdes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/9189168218218417934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/9189168218218417934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/11/magosto-no-refuxio-de-verdes.html' title='Refuxio de Verdes-Coristanco'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzkPDdV6NG4/TswAE8pgGmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3rEZqSOX1V4/s72-c/outono+148m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-7294226604498980940</id><published>2011-11-21T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:16:40.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club de lectura 2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club de lectura 2010-11'/><title type='text'>A PRAIA DOS AFOGADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Brush Script Std, cursive; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLUB DE LECTURA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Brush Script Std, cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: normal;"&gt;o xoves 24 de novembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPeQc_824XA/TsqT6IqtJNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/w5H--brYlJs/s1600/A_praia_dos_afogados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPeQc_824XA/TsqT6IqtJNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/w5H--brYlJs/s400/A_praia_dos_afogados.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na praia da Madorra, en Panxón foi descuberto o cadaver do mariñeiro Xusto Castelo...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Brush Script Std, cursive;"&gt;ás 16.30 na nosa Biblioteca&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0Wa531vUbI/TsqVxChqIEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sFQMNFz8PX8/s1600/nasas-nasas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0Wa531vUbI/TsqVxChqIEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sFQMNFz8PX8/s400/nasas-nasas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"O mariñeiro comezou a volcar o contido das nasas nun cesto para poder levar as&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;capturas nocturnas a terra"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: Brush Script Std, cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Apaixonante novela de intriga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Brush Script Std, cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: normal;"&gt;que mergulla ao lector na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Brush Script Std, cursive; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Galicia mariñeira”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-7294226604498980940?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/7294226604498980940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/11/club-de-lectura-o-xoves-24-de-novembro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7294226604498980940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7294226604498980940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/11/club-de-lectura-o-xoves-24-de-novembro.html' title='A PRAIA DOS AFOGADOS'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPeQc_824XA/TsqT6IqtJNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/w5H--brYlJs/s72-c/A_praia_dos_afogados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-2529200374862633958</id><published>2011-11-02T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:34:54.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conferencias'/><title type='text'>DEZASETE LETRAS NA BRÉTEMA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qWP9pR9a_yc/TrFYozaq68I/AAAAAAAAAGM/SscUKh8kNd8/s1600/Alberte%2BSuras%2B001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qWP9pR9a_yc/TrFYozaq68I/AAAAAAAAAGM/SscUKh8kNd8/s400/Alberte%2BSuras%2B001.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1º libro publicado do autor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6Jizo3Yfo4/TrKZhbqzt-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/TjiqbxKiF18/s1600/Alberte+Suras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6Jizo3Yfo4/TrKZhbqzt-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/TjiqbxKiF18/s320/Alberte+Suras.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dezasete&lt;/span&gt; letras na brétema" (nunha ollada arredor de Manuel María) é o título da conferencia que&amp;nbsp; o poeta&amp;nbsp; e profesor Alberte Suárez Figueiras, "Alberte Suras" pronunciará hoxe ao alumnado de 2º de Bach.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O acto terá lugar na Sala de Usos Múltiples do noso IES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta noite, caladamente, tódolo que dis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forma parte do meu ser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tódolo que dis é maxia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feita fantasía de olladas de amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Béixame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta noite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tódolo que dis é&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;fantasía de olladas de amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esta noite, caladamente, béixame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Este poema pertence á súa obra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olladas dun intre de amor&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (parte VII.Olladas de paixón)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/287410372987265143-2529200374862633958?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/2529200374862633958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/11/dezasete-letras-na-bretema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2529200374862633958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2529200374862633958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/11/dezasete-letras-na-bretema.html' title='DEZASETE LETRAS NA BRÉTEMA.'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qWP9pR9a_yc/TrFYozaq68I/AAAAAAAAAGM/SscUKh8kNd8/s72-c/Alberte%2BSuras%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-2643591034069467012</id><published>2011-10-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:35:23.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTES PLÁSTICAS'/><title type='text'>BOSQUES INVENTADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPw9rJQuIn8/TqGDdauR7RI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lJ1t5Acqzdg/s1600/Xulio+Correa+Bosques+Inventados+N6+2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPw9rJQuIn8/TqGDdauR7RI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lJ1t5Acqzdg/s640/Xulio+Correa+Bosques+Inventados+N6+2009.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bosques inventados. Xulio Correa 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xulio Correa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é un autor que na súa serie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percorridos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fala con imaxes da relación entre o home e a natureza. Esta imaxe tomada no final do verán, preludia o outono como símbolo do paso do tempo no que o vermello do sangue xace na terra mentras o verde da vida, funga no ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tal e como&amp;nbsp;escribe&amp;nbsp;o propio autor&amp;nbsp;no catálogo da súa última&amp;nbsp;exposición:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bosque inventado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;indeterminado lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;interpretado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Territorio emocional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;intervido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;acto fotográfico,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;disparos e percorridos"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-2643591034069467012?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/2643591034069467012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/10/bosques-inventados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2643591034069467012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2643591034069467012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/10/bosques-inventados.html' title='BOSQUES INVENTADOS'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPw9rJQuIn8/TqGDdauR7RI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lJ1t5Acqzdg/s72-c/Xulio+Correa+Bosques+Inventados+N6+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-4339937086878640516</id><published>2011-10-21T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:40:45.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>SENTIMENTALISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2mb5tdbMG4/TqFjUQVZ07I/AAAAAAAAAFg/tQ67BLsaXpo/s1600/Olga+Patri%25C3%25B1o+021+%25282%2529+-+copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2mb5tdbMG4/TqFjUQVZ07I/AAAAAAAAAFg/tQ67BLsaXpo/s1600/Olga+Patri%25C3%25B1o+021+%25282%2529+-+copia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olga Patiño Nogueira&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Un horizonte de cabaliños de mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;abrazados a unha luzada tenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;vibrante de salitre no ardor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dunha natureza salvaxe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Iso é o que soño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;non é o que quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que ía facer eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cun horizonte de cabaliños de mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;máis que soñalos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Olga Patiño. Do libro &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempo en desuso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentimentalismo. Antoloxía de referencia. Etapa de fundación&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; é o título do libro que a escritora e profesora&amp;nbsp;Olga Patiño presentou onte xunto con Celso Matalobos na fundación Nova Caixa Galicia. Este volume recolle unha selección de textos das autoras e autores que participan neste&amp;nbsp;recén creado&amp;nbsp;movimento cultural que eles mesmos bautizaron co nome de "Sentimentalismo"&amp;nbsp;e que nace con vocación de ser unha nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"vangarda artística galega".&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/287410372987265143-4339937086878640516?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/4339937086878640516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/10/sentimentalismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4339937086878640516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4339937086878640516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/10/sentimentalismo.html' title='SENTIMENTALISMO'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2mb5tdbMG4/TqFjUQVZ07I/AAAAAAAAAFg/tQ67BLsaXpo/s72-c/Olga+Patri%25C3%25B1o+021+%25282%2529+-+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-8756779916164976551</id><published>2011-10-21T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:38:44.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>COUSOS DO LOBO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cousos do lobo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caborcos do xabarín!&lt;br /&gt;Eidos solos&lt;br /&gt;onde ninguén foi nin ha d´ir!&lt;br /&gt;O lobo! Os ollos o lombo dolobo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baixa o lobo polo ollo do b osco&lt;br /&gt;movendo nas flairas dos texos&lt;br /&gt;ruxindo na folla dos carreiros&lt;br /&gt;en busca da vagoada máis sola e máis medosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rastrexa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;párase e venta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;finca a pouta ergue a testa e oula cara o ceo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EpxUoAhlos/Ttpy48nGrgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/twHnPOcIflg/s1600/lobo331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EpxUoAhlos/Ttpy48nGrgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/twHnPOcIflg/s400/lobo331.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;con toda a sombra da noite na boca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;UXÍO NOVONEYRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-8756779916164976551?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/8756779916164976551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/10/cousos-do-lobo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/8756779916164976551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/8756779916164976551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/10/cousos-do-lobo.html' title='COUSOS DO LOBO'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EpxUoAhlos/Ttpy48nGrgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/twHnPOcIflg/s72-c/lobo331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-508922407546717426</id><published>2011-10-18T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:00:49.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PREMIOS NOBEL'/><title type='text'>TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER, o nobel de literatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a class="image" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Archivo:Transtroemer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Transtroemer.jpg" height="400" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/cd/Transtroemer.jpg/200px-Transtroemer.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;O poeta sueco Tomas Tranströmer, obtén o premio nobel de literatura en 2011, sucedendo así ao peruano Mario Vargas LLosa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tomas Tranströmer naceu no ano 1931 en Estocolmo. Estudiou Historia da literatura e Psicoloxía e Historia das relixións na universidade da súa cidade natal, na que se licenciou en 1956. Desde entón tivo varias ocupacións, como psicólogo, escritor, poeta e traductor. Hoxe en día goza dun grande recoñecimento internacional e a súa obra poética está traducida a máis de cincuenta idiomas. En español podemos citar :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;Postales negras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;Para vivos y muertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;29 haikus y otros poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;El cielo a medio hacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;Como exemplo da súa calidade artística vén vale o seguinte poema:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;NOCTURNO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Por un pueblo c&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;onduzco de noche, las casas surgen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;Al resplandor de la luz –están despiertos, desean beber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;Casas, galpones, letreros, vehículos abandonados –es ahora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que s&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;e visten de vida. La gente duerme: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;Algunos duermen en paz, otros con rostros tensos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;Como si estuviesen estrenando para la eternidad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;No osan soltarse completos a pesar que su sueños son pesados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;Descansan como barreras caídas cuando cruza el misterio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;Afuera del pueblo el camino se alarga entre los árboles del bosque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;Y los árboles los árboles en silencio entre ellos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;Tienen el color teatral que tiene el brillo del fuego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;¡Qué claras son sus hojas! Me persiguen hasta la casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;Me acuesto a dormir, veo imágenes desconocidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;Y signos suben solos detrás de las pupilas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;En la oscuridad de la muralla. En la rendija entre en vela y el sueño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;una gran carta intenta colarse en vano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13344850-6782906191664357830?l=omarperezsantiago.blogspot.com" width="1" /&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/287410372987265143-508922407546717426?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/508922407546717426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/10/tomas-transtromer-o-nobel-de-literatura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/508922407546717426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/508922407546717426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/10/tomas-transtromer-o-nobel-de-literatura.html' title='TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER, o nobel de literatura'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-1975747187216012188</id><published>2011-07-01T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:36:44.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GASTRONOMIA'/><title type='text'>Cociñando ao pé da letra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRu3FYnFapk/Tg4NbBvGlhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dEYHqs5S80/s1600/cocinando_ao_pe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRu3FYnFapk/Tg4NbBvGlhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dEYHqs5S80/s320/cocinando_ao_pe.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yolanda Castaño e a fotógrafa Andrea Costas entran nos fogares de 21 escritores e escritoras galegas para pedirlles unha receita explicada literariamente. Esta obra presenta un enfoque gastronómico e humorístico e por poñer algún exemplo atopamos a Fina Casalderrei que nos explica como facer unha rica empanada de millo de croques ou a Xavier Castro preparando un "bacallau electoral".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os escritores e escritoras que cociñaron para este libro foron Anxos Sumai,  Helena Villar Janeiro, Celso F. Sanmartín, Carmen Blanco, Rosa Aneiros, Lupe  Gómez, Fina Casalderrey, Xavier Rodríguez Baixeras, Marga do Val, Xabier P.  Docampo, Xosé María Álvarez Cáccamo, Chus Pato, Xavier Castro, Xabier Cordal,  Lucía Aldao, Marica Campo, Agustín Fernández Paz, Cándido Pazó, María Reimóndez,  Antón Lopo e Manuel Lourenzo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-1975747187216012188?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/1975747187216012188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/07/cocinando-ao-pe-da-letra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1975747187216012188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1975747187216012188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/07/cocinando-ao-pe-da-letra.html' title='Cociñando ao pé da letra'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRu3FYnFapk/Tg4NbBvGlhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4dEYHqs5S80/s72-c/cocinando_ao_pe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-6582247855854492477</id><published>2011-06-20T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T08:24:26.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrativa'/><title type='text'>A praia dos afogados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para o verán, recomendámosche a lectura de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Praia dos afogados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de&lt;strong&gt; Domingo Villar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;Despois do éxito de &lt;i&gt;Ollos de auga&lt;/i&gt;, Domingo Villar preséntanos esta  apaixonante novela de intriga que mergulla o lector no mundo da Galicia  mariñeira, desde os areais das Rías Baixas á paisaxe urbana e as tabernas da  cidade de Vigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A novela parte dun descubrimento estarrecedor. Unha mañá,  o cadáver dun mariñeiro é arrastrado pola marea ata unha praia da vila de  Panxón, na ría de Vigo. Se non fose porque ten as mans atadas cunha brida de  plástico, Xusto Castelo había ser outro mariñeiro que encontrou a súa tumba  entre as ondas mentres pescaba. Sen testemuñas nin rastro da embarcación do  finado, o lacónico inspector Leo Caldas mergúllase no ambiente mariñeiro para  tratar de clarexar o crime entre homes e mulleres que recean de desvelar as súas  sospeitas e que, cando deciden falar, apuntan nunha dirección insólita de máis.  Un caso difícil para Caldas, que pasa malos momentos: o único irmán do seu pai  está enfermo de gravidade e a súa colaboración no programa radiofónico de Onda  Vigo estase volvendo cada vez máis inaturable. Tampouco non facilita as cousas o  carácter arroutado de Rafael Estévez, o seu axudante aragonés, que non se dá  adaptado á retranca e os sobreentendidos dos galegos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo Villar  volve introducir o lector nunha intriga sen acougo. Unha pescuda policial que,  nesta segunda novela protagonizada polo inspector Leo Caldas, tamén é unha  esculca na memoria e nas ilusións fanadas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(información extraída do blog de editorial Galaxia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aELs1zapf3M" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-6582247855854492477?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/6582247855854492477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/06/praia-dos-afogados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6582247855854492477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6582247855854492477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/06/praia-dos-afogados.html' title='A praia dos afogados'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aELs1zapf3M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-1259221921025783872</id><published>2011-06-16T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:40:23.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MÚSICA E LITERATURA'/><title type='text'>"Airiños, airiños, aires"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2tTOpb0edeE" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airiños, airiños, aires,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;airiños da miña terra;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;airiños, airiños aires,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;airiños levaime a ela.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8eFoPVTuQo/TfouYpp8d_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/tA2qTmlYtA4/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8eFoPVTuQo/TfouYpp8d_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/tA2qTmlYtA4/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;.....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;¡Ai, miña probe casiña!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;¡ai, miña vaca bermella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Años que balás nos montes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;pombas que arrulás nas eiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;mozos que atruxás bailando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;redobre das castañetas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;xas-co-rras-chás das cunchiñas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;xurre-xurre das pandeiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;tambor do tamborileiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;gaitiña, gaita gallega,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;xa non me alegrás dicindo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;-¡Muiñeira, muiñeira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;¡Ai, quen fora paxariño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;de leves alas lixeiras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;¡ai, con que prisa voara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;toliña de tan contenta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;para cantar a alborada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;nos campos da miña terra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Agora mesmo partira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;partira como unha frecha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;sin medo da noite negra;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;e que chovera ou ventara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;e que ventara ou chovera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;voaría e voaría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;hastra que alcansase a vela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pero non son paxariño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;e irei morrendo de pena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;xa en lágrimas convertida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;xa en sospiriños desfeita."...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;" Cantares Galegos"&lt;/em&gt;&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/287410372987265143-1259221921025783872?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/1259221921025783872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/06/airinos-airinos-aires-de-rosalia-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1259221921025783872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1259221921025783872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/06/airinos-airinos-aires-de-rosalia-de.html' title='&quot;Airiños, airiños, aires&quot;'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2tTOpb0edeE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-3708643189033266358</id><published>2011-06-06T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:41:26.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURTAS'/><title type='text'>"Quand´eu um dia fui em Compostela": Versión actual</title><content type='html'>Curtametraxe inspirada na pastorela de&lt;strong&gt; Pedro Amigo de Sevilha&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quand´eu um dia fui em Compostela" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;realizada por alumnas de 1º de bacharelato nas aulas de Lingua e Literatura Galegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-450bc072322ca943" 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.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D450bc072322ca943%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333300845%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6542A7A272FC029B575D0E9487B3348E093EA873.685B2BE0C188567061D5C23BFE2CE1DE26F00291%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D450bc072322ca943%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZbJZb5-ITao-KIKi1SHon3MnNBI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D450bc072322ca943%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333300845%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6542A7A272FC029B575D0E9487B3348E093EA873.685B2BE0C188567061D5C23BFE2CE1DE26F00291%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D450bc072322ca943%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZbJZb5-ITao-KIKi1SHon3MnNBI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-3708643189033266358?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/3708643189033266358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/06/quandeu-um-dia-fui-em-compostela.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/3708643189033266358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/3708643189033266358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/06/quandeu-um-dia-fui-em-compostela.html' title='&quot;Quand´eu um dia fui em Compostela&quot;: Versión actual'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-1012795734694911487</id><published>2011-06-01T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:41:47.912-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><title type='text'>Táboa Rasa por Mestría Teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1873497445014022705&amp;amp;site=widget-31.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-31.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 320px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1873497445014022705&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-31.slide.com/p1/1873497445014022705/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1873497445014022705&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-31.slide.com/p2/1873497445014022705/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1873497445014022705&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-31.slide.com/p4/1873497445014022705/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto por Aida Rodríguez (1º Bach) e fotos por Cris Asensio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O pasado xoves día 27 de maio e con motivo da celebración das Letras Galegas, os alumnos e alumnas de teatro do&lt;strong&gt; Ies Fernando Wirtz Suárez&lt;/strong&gt;, fixeron a primeira posta en escena da súa obra titulada &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Táboa Rasa&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; A peza teatral está escrita polo profesor&amp;nbsp;Carlos Freire, quen tamén é o director da obra. O grupo de teatro chámase&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Mestría Teatro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Participan un total de trece actores que interpretan&amp;nbsp; catorce personaxes. Entre os actores hai alumnos, ex-alumnos e profesores do noso IES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A obra é unha é unha farsa crítica. O seu argumento ten que ver coas manipulacións que se fan na concesión dun premio literario a un escritor non moi axeitado pero moi coñecido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A presentación transcorre coa aparición dos personaxes que son achegados do escritor e aos que este intenta gañar como sexa. Ao final consegue o premio pero os seus compañeiros non están moi de acordo e poñerán as cousas no seu lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-1012795734694911487?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/1012795734694911487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/06/taboa-rasa-por-mestria-teatro.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1012795734694911487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1012795734694911487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/06/taboa-rasa-por-mestria-teatro.html' title='Táboa Rasa por Mestría Teatro'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-3764960754146900463</id><published>2011-05-31T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:42:27.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras Galegas 2011'/><title type='text'>Lois Pereiro, poeta das Letras Galegas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiydl05qLW8/TeU2ajQZYGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ASHRJkV74BA/s1600/Loia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiydl05qLW8/TeU2ajQZYGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ASHRJkV74BA/s1600/Loia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por&lt;strong&gt; Lizeth Vianchá Mejía&lt;/strong&gt; (1ºbach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lois Pereiro&amp;nbsp; naceu en Monforte en 1958. Con dezasete anos marchou a Madrid para rematar os seus estudos e, alí, fundou, xunto con outras persoas como Manuel Rivas, a revista "Loia". Nela apareceron poemas de Pereiro que posteriormente serian recollidos en "Poemas para unha loia" (1996). Tamén figurou nas antoloxías colectivas recollidas baixo os títulos "De amor e desamor" (1984) e "De amor e desamor II" (1985) xunto con Pilar Pallarés, Xavier Seoane e outros poetas como o xa citado: Manuel Rivas. Este grupo sostivo a revista "Luzes de Galicia" de onde sacou ideas para a súa novela inconclusa: "Náufragos do paradiso".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En vida, Lois Pereiro, só publicou dúas obras: "Poemas 1981-1991" (1992) e "Poesía de amor e enfermidade" (1995). Poemarios con referencias á literatura xermánica e certos trazos da contracultura. Morreu en Coruña no 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se se quere coñecer algunha das súas obras (e lelas) pódese entrar na páxina da Biblioteca Virtual Galega onde podedes ler online: "Poemas 1981-1991", "Poemas para unha loia" e "Poesía última de amor e enfermidade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"O vento sopra&lt;br /&gt;Hai que intentar vivir..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-3764960754146900463?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/3764960754146900463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/lois-pereiro-poeta-das-letras-galegas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/3764960754146900463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/3764960754146900463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/lois-pereiro-poeta-das-letras-galegas.html' title='Lois Pereiro, poeta das Letras Galegas 2011'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiydl05qLW8/TeU2ajQZYGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ASHRJkV74BA/s72-c/Loia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-2725280691485702192</id><published>2011-05-26T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:42:55.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras Galegas 2011'/><title type='text'>CORRELINGUA 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Milagros Mosquera Filac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rosalía García Cernadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (4ºESO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nM6IZ-Nrp74/Tez7FJrK4II/AAAAAAAAAFE/ugWkjVMf6As/s1600/IES+Wirtz+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nM6IZ-Nrp74/Tez7FJrK4II/AAAAAAAAAFE/ugWkjVMf6As/s640/IES+Wirtz+005.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O IES Fernando Wirtz participa un curso máis no "Correlingua"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os alumnos de diversos centros galegos de A Coruña , incluíndo os de cuarto da eso do noso instituto, desplazáronse ata a Torre, paseando polas rúas desta cidade e mostrando as súas pancartas en apoio a nosa lingua: o galego.&lt;br /&gt;Unha vez alí, organizouse un concurso onde se entregou o premio á pancarta gañadora e a seguir poidemos disfrutar dun concerto do Grupo Nugalla. Entre tanta diversión, pedimos un minuto de silencio por Ángela Gómez, alumna do FernandoWirtz que falecera uns días antes… &lt;br /&gt;Con todo,  pasamos unha mañá estupenda e moi agradable. Esperamos que o ano que vén sexa tan divertido! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-2725280691485702192?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/2725280691485702192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/dedicatoria-de-pere-tobaruela.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2725280691485702192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2725280691485702192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/dedicatoria-de-pere-tobaruela.html' title='CORRELINGUA 2011'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nM6IZ-Nrp74/Tez7FJrK4II/AAAAAAAAAFE/ugWkjVMf6As/s72-c/IES+Wirtz+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-6831840467895504976</id><published>2011-05-24T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:00:17.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club de lectura 2010-11'/><title type='text'>Encontro con Pere Tobaruela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;O mércores 25 de Maio estivo con nós o escritor Pere Tobaruela para comentar o seu libro Na cerna da selva que veñen de ler en 3º da ESO. O encontro tivo lugar pola máñá no salón de actos do noso instituto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2377900603280842927&amp;amp;site=widget-af.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-af.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 320px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 11px; text-align: left; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2377900603280842927&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-af.slide.com/p1/2377900603280842927/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2377900603280842927&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ismap="ismap" src="http://widget-af.slide.com/p4/2377900603280842927/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seguir podedes ler algúns dos comentarios dos alumnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Trátase dun libro que ademais de entretido pareceume moi interesante porque nos mostra diferentes culturas. O autor baseouse en feitos reais para darlle máis interés ao libro".&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Laura Dávila Aguiar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Pareceume un libro peculiar, xa que&amp;nbsp; o que di de matar a Dian Fossey pasa tamén na realidade; gustoume moito quizás por iso, porqu ten partes que están relacionadas coa vida real. Unha cousa que non me gustou foi que a Nemeyé lle cortasen&amp;nbsp; a cabeza, pero polo resto estivo moi ben"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desiré Taracido Nión&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"O libro é interesante, pero a maneira en que di como os homes matan a Dian Fossey e ós pigmeos impresiona. Impresiona que a un lle corten a cabeza e logo xoguen con ela mentras Xiao vía o corpo decapitado no chan"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Noelia Santos Fariñas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Gustoume moito pola interesante histoira que lle pasa ao protagonista, aínda que non me gustou que dixera con anterioridade a morte de Dian Fossey"&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alejandro Suárez Rodríguez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Foi interesante que estivese basado en feitos reais. Sorprendeunos que os pigmieos foran tan baixiños. Non nos gustou&amp;nbsp;que adiantárase os feitos ao final de cada capítulo". &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tania Barbosa, Raysa Alfaro e Nerea Gómez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/287410372987265143-6831840467895504976?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/6831840467895504976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/pere-tobaruela.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6831840467895504976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6831840467895504976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/pere-tobaruela.html' title='Encontro con Pere Tobaruela'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-3079144587009119551</id><published>2011-05-17T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:44:33.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras Galegas 2011'/><title type='text'>Día das letras galegas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ5k7wUJ-gY/Td4uOhuEl0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/XO1txkkbdWo/s1600/Cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ5k7wUJ-gY/Td4uOhuEl0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/XO1txkkbdWo/s320/Cartaz.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--N6gmHdztA0/Td4ucg9YjTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9A4MlTJLbXA/s1600/Pere+Tobaruela+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--N6gmHdztA0/Td4ucg9YjTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9A4MlTJLbXA/s320/Pere+Tobaruela+002.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Por Cris Asensio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOA A LOIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;oa a Lois no día das Letras: Loia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; Atlántico trae hoxe Versos nos salseiros. O océano celebra a Festa con versos salgados, azuis e verde-mar na Costa-Verdecente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;dioma de Reis e Labradores. As Loias cantavam pelos ramos d´arredor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;éculos de historia. Sempre a Terra. Sopran ventos novos. Sopra un vento do Norte, un&amp;nbsp;Vento Lois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;oesía, Patria e Liberdade. Paixón -di Lois. Pedimos poesía para todos porque é xusto e necesario e&amp;nbsp; fainos Nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;migración, exilio. Enfermidade, di Lois; non máis, non máis, decimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;etrouso: Loa a Lois no día das Letras, nos días, nos 365. Todos son días das Letras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;irado da festa da lingua galega. Unha loia atravesa o lugar anunciando novos tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;dioma noso, a nosa garantía de futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;etrouso: Loa a Lois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt; Idioma: a garantía de futuro para un pobo, para o noso Pobo.&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/287410372987265143-3079144587009119551?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/3079144587009119551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/dia-das-letras-galegas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/3079144587009119551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/3079144587009119551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/dia-das-letras-galegas.html' title='Día das letras galegas.'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ5k7wUJ-gY/Td4uOhuEl0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/XO1txkkbdWo/s72-c/Cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-7479872465612447457</id><published>2011-05-15T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:45:07.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A nosa lingua'/><title type='text'>O video de Manuel Núñez Singala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cal será o futuro da nosa lingua?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depende de ti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r2YTfzPGDKg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-7479872465612447457?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/7479872465612447457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-video-de-manuel-nunez-singala.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7479872465612447457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7479872465612447457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-video-de-manuel-nunez-singala.html' title='O video de Manuel Núñez Singala'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r2YTfzPGDKg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-5178555084486072288</id><published>2011-05-10T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:45:28.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras Galegas 2011'/><title type='text'>Ficción de Letras galegas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Fotomontaxe por Cris Asensio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTmnk9Sj4Us/TcnKFF7hIAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/w3a8F_GV0Ss/s1600/Ficcion+Letras+Galegas+mail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTmnk9Sj4Us/TcnKFF7hIAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/w3a8F_GV0Ss/s320/Ficcion+Letras+Galegas+mail.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O IES Fernando Wirtz con Lois!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Imaxinade que o día das Letras Galegas, dedicado este ano a Lois Pereiro, atopamos o instituto engalanado tal e como se ve na fotomontaxe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-5178555084486072288?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/5178555084486072288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/ficcion-de-letras-galegas.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5178555084486072288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5178555084486072288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/ficcion-de-letras-galegas.html' title='Ficción de Letras galegas!'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTmnk9Sj4Us/TcnKFF7hIAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/w3a8F_GV0Ss/s72-c/Ficcion+Letras+Galegas+mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-5499121134880543667</id><published>2011-05-04T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:46:01.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conferencias'/><title type='text'>Con Manuel C. Núñez Singala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5TylT9UkaM/TcEJJ2LbQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MyQAeYT0H20/s1600/IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602769476192518930" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5TylT9UkaM/TcEJJ2LbQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MyQAeYT0H20/s320/IMG_1088.JPG" style="float: left; height: 294px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 135px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O pasado martes 3 de maio tivemos o gusto de recibir ao autor da obra de teatro "Comedia bífida" no noso instituto. Manuel Núñez Singala, que no campo da literatura cultivou o ensaio ("En galego, por que non?", 2009), a narrativa ("Mar de fondo", 1997) e o teatro ("Comedia bífida", 2007); é licenciado en Filoloxía galega, e actualmente dirixe o Servizo de Normalización Lingüística da Universidade de Santiago de Compostela. Nesa obra de teatro, anteriormente mencionada, propón un xuízo final para realizar unha reflexión sobre a lingua galega. Este foi o tema principal da charla que se celebrou onte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A conferencia baseábase nunha serie de prexuízos adquiridos que se teñen en contra da lingua galega. A raíz de certas frases, que implicaban estes prexuízos, e de varios xogos, invitou aos alumnos a reflexionar e a que formaran a súa propia opinión sobre o asunto. Recalcou a sorte que temos de ter dúas linguas oficiais, pois o coñecemento de dúas facilitará o coñecemento dunha terceira, e así sucesivamente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unha das teses máis defendidas foi a da "malsoancia" de certas linguas estranxeiras e alleas a nós, como por exemplo o alemán, exemplo que puxo de lingua que sempre sae a colación como "lingua que soa mal". Explicou que isto non é máis que un prexuízo ante o descoñecido e a inmediata asociación do individuo, pois este relaciona á lingua cun personaxe da historia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A finalidade da charla foi abrir os ollos aos alumnos e facerlles reflexionar sobre un tesouro como é a lingua galega, e que a aprecien como tal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Autoras: Raquel Gómez Ibáñez e Sabela Rey Cao (1ºBH 2).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-5499121134880543667?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/5499121134880543667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/con-manuel-c-nunez-singala.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5499121134880543667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5499121134880543667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/05/con-manuel-c-nunez-singala.html' title='Con Manuel C. Núñez Singala'/><author><name>Sabela Rey Cao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5TylT9UkaM/TcEJJ2LbQxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MyQAeYT0H20/s72-c/IMG_1088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-5902770403872337927</id><published>2011-04-28T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:47:09.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatorias'/><title type='text'>Con Marica Campo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLXzIbUlqS8/TbnEGcEx9nI/AAAAAAAAADk/Nq2joVt7470/s1600/Marica+Campo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLXzIbUlqS8/TbnEGcEx9nI/AAAAAAAAADk/Nq2joVt7470/s640/Marica+Campo.jpg" width="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dedicatoria que nos deixou a escritora Marica Campo no libro das visitas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nb6FjsKQaY/TbnEyvwmAUI/AAAAAAAAADo/yHksa3P0s9U/s1600/Con+Marica+Campo+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nb6FjsKQaY/TbnEyvwmAUI/AAAAAAAAADo/yHksa3P0s9U/s400/Con+Marica+Campo+031.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KtVgAwu3jpU/TbnFUtMquVI/AAAAAAAAADs/fvnYtsdD03U/s1600/Con+Marica+Campo+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KtVgAwu3jpU/TbnFUtMquVI/AAAAAAAAADs/fvnYtsdD03U/s400/Con+Marica+Campo+025.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGSHHNzM49g/TbnFuLJGFdI/AAAAAAAAADw/53bIwb-i9kA/s1600/Con+Marica+Campo+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGSHHNzM49g/TbnFuLJGFdI/AAAAAAAAADw/53bIwb-i9kA/s400/Con+Marica+Campo+028.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-5902770403872337927?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/5902770403872337927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/04/con-marica-campo.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5902770403872337927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5902770403872337927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/04/con-marica-campo.html' title='Con Marica Campo'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLXzIbUlqS8/TbnEGcEx9nI/AAAAAAAAADk/Nq2joVt7470/s72-c/Marica+Campo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-6703410788470642892</id><published>2011-04-28T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:59:59.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club de lectura 2010-11'/><title type='text'>Visita de Marica Campo ao Fernando Wirtz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://multimedia.fnac.es/multimedia/ES/images_produits/ES/ZoomPE/5/8/5/9788492630585.jpg?201012221153" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://multimedia.fnac.es/multimedia/ES/images_produits/ES/ZoomPE/5/8/5/9788492630585.jpg?201012221153" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este xoves día 28 visítanos Marica Campo, autora do libro &lt;em&gt;Confusión e morte de María Balteira. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maria Pilar Campo Domínguez naceu en Valdo Mao, Lugo, en 1948. Foi profesora 38 anos, ata a súa xubilación en 2008. Escribe tanto poesia coma narrativa ou teatro. Algúns exemplos son:&lt;em&gt; Tras as Portas do Rostro, Pedinche Luz Prestada, Abracadabras e Sextinario: Trinta e Seis&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;mais Tres&lt;/em&gt; en poesía; &lt;em&gt;Confesión e Morte de María Balteira, Memoria para Xoana, Crispín do Mao, Crispín do Mar e E Xoel Aprendeu a Voar, &lt;/em&gt;en narrativa; &lt;em&gt;O Premexentes non pode cos paxaros rebezos, O Divino Sainete.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://biblioalange.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/maria-la-balteira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://biblioalange.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/maria-la-balteira.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este libro é&amp;nbsp; unha sucesión de relatos que aínda sin estar relacionados entre eles, teñen algo en común: o&amp;nbsp;papel das mulleres en distintas épocas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A primeira historia, pola que leva título o libro, fala de María Balteira, unha soldadeira que xa é vella e vai buscar a súa confidente Eusenda de Armea, unha meiga que axudaba a Balteira a conseguir aos seus homes. A meiga unha pócema para que volva ser nova, coa condición de que cando a beba a meiga morrerá. Neste relato refléxase a "confusión de personalidade" entre Balteira e a meiga, a cal, cando morra quere morrer con boa reputación, é dicir, sen que recorden os seus pecados. Ao final demóstrase que Balteira se funde coa natureza mentres a meiga vai camiño do camposanto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outra das historias é &lt;em&gt;A Fada&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;que conta a historia dun home que se namora dunha muller pero esta desaparece. Máis tarde o home atopa un lobo e é mordido por este. O home para defenderse dálle un golpe cun croio e o lobo morre. Nese momento dase conta de que era a muller que amaba, que se convertera nunha "Muller Lobo". Este apenado non quería casar con ningunha outra, aínda que ao final ten que casar e cóntalle aos seus fillos esta historia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outros relatos son &lt;em&gt;A lenda do louro galán dos ollos de auga,&amp;nbsp; Lavandeiras nocturnas e A Contadora de Contos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que máis se pode destacar da obra é que en todos os relatos as "Protagonistas" son mulleres da Galicia do Medievo,dos séculos escuros,&amp;nbsp;contemporáneas...&amp;nbsp;e en todas hai seres fantásticos e da mitoloxía propia galega.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Autores Laura García e Antón Pérez, 1BC1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-6703410788470642892?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/6703410788470642892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/04/visita-de-marica-campo-ao-fernando.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6703410788470642892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6703410788470642892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/04/visita-de-marica-campo-ao-fernando.html' title='Visita de Marica Campo ao Fernando Wirtz'/><author><name>Antón Pérez Montero</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FzYZgXi63t0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAChk/DLdhaHPUUQc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-2465025900051594397</id><published>2011-04-05T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T06:31:55.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><title type='text'>Sen pelos na lingua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEei6S6NpuY/TZzHwfDnzDI/AAAAAAAAADg/i_b_o2C9U08/s1600/Teatro+026+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEei6S6NpuY/TZzHwfDnzDI/AAAAAAAAADg/i_b_o2C9U08/s640/Teatro+026+blog.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fotos por Cris Asensio&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal día coma hoxe os alumnos de 1º de bacharalato de humanidades do IES Fernando Wirtz, asistimos no Fórum Metropolitano de A Coruña á obra de teatro "Sen pelos na lingua" representada polos actores María Ordoñez, Toño Casais e Artur Trillo da compañía Talía Teatro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592116282356320690" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1sROuEzL-xs/TZswIWiGybI/AAAAAAAAACo/_ZZ3BXI89q0/s320/Teatro%2B018%2Bblog.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A obra trátase dunha crítica, chea de sarcasmo e humor, dos tópicos acerca do uso do galego. Mestura situacións que podemos atoparnos na vida cotiá (relacionando falar galego con ser paleto) e outras máis surrealistas (coma por exemplo a "supergalega" e "corporación linguoestética").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A obra ten unha intención clara, rirnos de nós mesmos e facernos pensar sobre o estado actual da nosa lingua. Entón...vós, que pensades?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marta Barandela e David Espiñeira 1ºBH1&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/287410372987265143-2465025900051594397?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/2465025900051594397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/04/sen-pelos-na-lingua.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2465025900051594397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2465025900051594397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/04/sen-pelos-na-lingua.html' title='Sen pelos na lingua'/><author><name>David Espiñeira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v1gIVBLvwho/SzC-YE0mCzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2AAhSSCLZtI/S220/afasfa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEei6S6NpuY/TZzHwfDnzDI/AAAAAAAAADg/i_b_o2C9U08/s72-c/Teatro+026+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-1929506495841375469</id><published>2011-03-27T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:50:56.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lírica medieval'/><title type='text'>¿Que son as cantigas? Entrevista</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SwYUIhMYSuE" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-1929506495841375469?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/1929506495841375469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/03/que-son-as-cantigas-entrevista.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1929506495841375469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1929506495841375469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/03/que-son-as-cantigas-entrevista.html' title='¿Que son as cantigas? Entrevista'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SwYUIhMYSuE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-6740417622024854268</id><published>2011-03-24T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:49:17.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MÚSICA E LITERATURA'/><title type='text'>O día da poesía no Fernando Wirtz</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bKnEaCweikg" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por Cris Asensio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebramos a poesía&lt;br /&gt;porque si,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;porque nos prace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque amamos a poesía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque a&amp;nbsp;necesitamos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque nos alimenta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque nos dá conforto e guía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque nos fai medrar individualmente&amp;nbsp; e como pobo&lt;br /&gt;e porque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A poesía&amp;nbsp;é un arma cargada de futuro" (Gabriel Celaya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-6740417622024854268?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/6740417622024854268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-dia-da-poesia-no-fernando-wirtz.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6740417622024854268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6740417622024854268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-dia-da-poesia-no-fernando-wirtz.html' title='O día da poesía no Fernando Wirtz'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bKnEaCweikg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-2679525881422579655</id><published>2011-03-15T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:50:38.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lírica medieval'/><title type='text'>O vento asubía o seu nome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cantiga neotrobadoresca "O vento asubía o seu nome" por Adrián Ballesteros Aldariz e Antón Pérez Montero de 1º de bac A&amp;nbsp;(ciencias)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/20624803" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O vento asubía o seu nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o&amp;nbsp;nome da miña amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E non vén&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estará na súa casa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O mar brama o seu nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o&amp;nbsp;nome da miña querida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp;non vén.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Andará por ahí perdida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O nome da miña amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Perderíase? Coitada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E non vén.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Terei que ir eu buscala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O nome da miña querida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o amor da miña vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E non vén.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como un recordo, esquecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Perderíase? coitada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Xa non lembro a súa mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E non vén.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao mellor xa está cansada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor da miña vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;como unha primavera florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E non vén.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estará arrepentida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-2679525881422579655?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/2679525881422579655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-vento-asubia-o-seu-nome.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2679525881422579655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2679525881422579655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-vento-asubia-o-seu-nome.html' title='O vento asubía o seu nome'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-4496489075142521078</id><published>2011-03-10T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:51:14.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lírica medieval'/><title type='text'>"Mia Xitana fermosa", fotonovela</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oq5mGSBQpxQ" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autores: Ángela Gómez, Claudia Caramelo e David Espiñeira. (1ºBach. C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O traballo está inspirado na cantiga do xograr Martin Codax. Introduciuse un pequeno cambio de "igrexa de Vigo" por "Igrexa de Corunha".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MINHA IRMÁ FREMOSA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia irmana fremosa, treides comigo&lt;br /&gt;a la igrexa de Corunha, u&amp;nbsp;é o mar salido.&lt;br /&gt;E miraremos las ondas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia irmana fremosa, treides de grado&lt;br /&gt;a la igrexa de Corunha, u&amp;nbsp;é o mar levado.&lt;br /&gt;E miraremos las ondas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A la igrexa de Corunha, u&amp;nbsp;é o mar salido,&lt;br /&gt;e verrá&amp;nbsp;í mia madre&amp;nbsp; o meu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;E miraremos las ondas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A la igrexa de Corunha, u&amp;nbsp;é o mar levado,&lt;br /&gt;e verrá&amp;nbsp;í mia madre o meu amado&lt;br /&gt;E miraremos las ondas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-4496489075142521078?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/4496489075142521078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/03/mia-xitana-fermosa-fotonovela.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4496489075142521078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4496489075142521078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/03/mia-xitana-fermosa-fotonovela.html' title='&quot;Mia Xitana fermosa&quot;, fotonovela'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oq5mGSBQpxQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-5393788313089951982</id><published>2011-03-03T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:53:30.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><title type='text'>"Un cranio furado" con dez nominacións nos Premios María Casares</title><content type='html'>﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qRYa8S4c1ps/TW_TnhgPawI/AAAAAAAAADY/eTRFo_LTf40/s1600/Un+cranio+furado+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qRYa8S4c1ps/TW_TnhgPawI/AAAAAAAAADY/eTRFo_LTf40/s320/Un+cranio+furado+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NHS8VLlz-qM/TW_P4GfSAZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0VZ_XJ1nrcU/s1600/Un+cranio+furado+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NHS8VLlz-qM/TW_P4GfSAZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0VZ_XJ1nrcU/s320/Un+cranio+furado+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pasado&amp;nbsp; venres 11 de febreiro asistimos cos alumnos&amp;nbsp;e alumnas&amp;nbsp;1º de bacharelato de Ciencias&amp;nbsp;á posta en escena da obra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farodevigo.es/sociedad-cultura/2011/03/03/cranio-furado-parte-favorito-maria-casares-teatro-diez-nominaciones/523421.html?utm_source=rss"&gt;Un cranio furado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Excéntricas producións teatrais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que tivo lugar no Teatro Rosalía de Castro de A Coruña. Esta obra gustou moitísimo e ao final da representación un grupo de alumnas (Marta Barandela, Laura Solano e Aida Rodríguez) entrevistaron a dous dos actores que interviñeran na obra: Evaristo Calvo (o enterrador)&amp;nbsp;e Santi Romay (o policía) para o&amp;nbsp; noso xornal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CVchA81PKoM" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4LIdJKUScFU/TW_P-FZVyVI/AAAAAAAAADU/pgcu7yVCkrw/s1600/Un+cranio+furado+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4LIdJKUScFU/TW_P-FZVyVI/AAAAAAAAADU/pgcu7yVCkrw/s400/Un+cranio+furado+013.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;O premio María Casares é un prestixioso premio outorgado pola Asociación de Actores e Actrices de Galicia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(xa vai pola XV edición)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-5393788313089951982?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/5393788313089951982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-cranio-furado-con-dez-nominacions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5393788313089951982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5393788313089951982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-cranio-furado-con-dez-nominacions.html' title='&quot;Un cranio furado&quot; con dez nominacións nos Premios María Casares'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qRYa8S4c1ps/TW_TnhgPawI/AAAAAAAAADY/eTRFo_LTf40/s72-c/Un+cranio+furado+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-629496425954630226</id><published>2011-02-17T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:51:32.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MÚSICA E LITERATURA'/><title type='text'>Poesía a ritmo de rock</title><content type='html'>Moitas veces, de forma equívoca, relacionamos poesía con palabras suaves, para susurrar no oído e olvidamos que non sempre é así.&lt;br /&gt;A poesía tamén pode reivindicar, queixarse, lamentarse. E pode gritarse con forza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por iso, aínda que cando pensamos en cancións baseadas en poemas sempre temos en mente unha melodía e un ritmo lento, tamén poden ser cantadas con máis forza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A xustiza pola man é un poema de Rosalía de Castro, do libro Follas Novas. E deste poema existe unha versión feita por Nao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D2rbLOEuHgs" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aqués que tén fama de honrados na vila,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roubáronme tanta brancura que eu tiña;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Botáronme estrume nas galas dun día,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A roupa decote puñéronma en tiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nin pedra deixaron, en donde eu vivira;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin lar, sin abrigo, morei nas curtiñas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ó raso cas lebres dormín nas campías;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meus fillos..., ¡meus anxos!..., que tanto eu quería,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¡Morreron, morreron, ca fame que tiñan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quedei deshonrada, mucháronme a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fixéronme un leito de toxos e silvas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I en tanto, os raposos de sangre maldita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tranquilos nun leito de rosas dormían.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Salvademe ¡ou, xueces!, berrei..., ¡tolería!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De min se mofaron, vendeume a xusticia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Bon Dios, axudaime, berrei, berrei inda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tan alto que estaba, bon Dios non me oíra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estonces cal loba doente ou ferida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dun salto con rabia pillei a fouciña,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rondei paseniño...¡Ne-as herbas sentía!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I a lúa escondiase, y a fera dormía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos seus compañeiros en cama mullida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mireinos con calma, i as mans estendidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dun golpe, ¡dun soio!, deixeinos sin vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ó lado, contenta, senteime das vítimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tranquila, esperando pola alba do día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I estonces... estonces, cumpreuse a xustiza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu, neles; i as leises, na man que os ferira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vos parece? Este tipo de música semella acercarse máis a xuventude? Coñecedes outros exemplos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marta Barandela 1BH1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-629496425954630226?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/629496425954630226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/02/poesia-ritmo-de-rock.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/629496425954630226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/629496425954630226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/02/poesia-ritmo-de-rock.html' title='Poesía a ritmo de rock'/><author><name>Marta B.A.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/D2rbLOEuHgs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-4527674128882253526</id><published>2011-02-16T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:51:53.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>"Rosas" de Manuel María</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vzpNHmuWKaA" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ROSAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sempre a rosa. Sempre:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a forma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o recendo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a luz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a perfección da rosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prefiro a rosa vermella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E amo a rosa branca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque, cando lle digo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simplesmentes: ROSA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entrecerra os ollos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;treme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e ruborece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A luz resucitada (1984) en Antoloxía poética (1997)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-4527674128882253526?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/4527674128882253526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/02/rosas-de-manuel-maria.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4527674128882253526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4527674128882253526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/02/rosas-de-manuel-maria.html' title='&quot;Rosas&quot; de Manuel María'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vzpNHmuWKaA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-8743123164261758483</id><published>2011-02-13T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:53:26.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Valentín'/><title type='text'>A orixe de San Valentín</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAy41UG9h4M/TVgqX-qw6HI/AAAAAAAAACo/-mrtmkvInYI/s1600/D%25C3%25ADa+de+San+Valent%25C3%25ADn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAy41UG9h4M/TVgqX-qw6HI/AAAAAAAAACo/-mrtmkvInYI/s320/D%25C3%25ADa+de+San+Valent%25C3%25ADn.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A primeira asociación entre o amor romántico e o día de San&amp;nbsp; Valentín, atópase na obra&lt;em&gt; Parlament of Foules&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;em&gt;Groffrey Chaucer&lt;/em&gt;, poeta inglés do S.XIV. Desde ese momento comeza a celebrarse. A imaxe&amp;nbsp;corresponde a&amp;nbsp;unha postal de felicitación do ano 1910.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unha das historias da orixe do día de San Valentín nace na Roma do&amp;nbsp;século III, época na que&amp;nbsp;o cristianismo era perseguido. Neste periodo tamén se prohibía o matrimonio entre os soldados, xa que se pensaba que os homes solteiros rendían máis no campo de batalla ca os homes casados porque non estaban emocionalmente ligados ás súas familias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Xorde a figura de San Valentín, un sacerdote cristián que ante tal inxustiza decide casar ás parellas baixo o ritual cristián&amp;nbsp;ás escondidas dos ollos romanos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Valentín gaña un prestixio en toda a cidade por protexer aos namorados e auspiciar vodas secretas.&lt;br /&gt;O sacerdote é chamado polo emperador romano Claudio II. Valentín intenta convertelo ao cristianismo a pesar de que os mesmos romanos perseguisen esa relixión. Finalmente o emperador manda procesar ao sacerdote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;San Valentín foi executado un 14 de febreiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mentres estivo encerrado, o seu carceleiro pediulle que lle dera clases&amp;nbsp;á súa filla Julia.&amp;nbsp;A base de leccións e horas xuntos, Valentín namorouse da moza. A vespera da súa execución, envioulle unha nota de despedida á&amp;nbsp;súa amada,&amp;nbsp;na que asinou coas palabras "do teu Valentín", de aí á orixe das cartas de amor e poemas que mandan os namorados na actualidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: ¡Feliz día de San Valentín por adiantado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MªSoledad Muiño Lema 1ºBC2 &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/287410372987265143-8743123164261758483?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/8743123164261758483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/02/orixe-de-san-valentin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/8743123164261758483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/8743123164261758483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/02/orixe-de-san-valentin.html' title='A orixe de San Valentín'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAy41UG9h4M/TVgqX-qw6HI/AAAAAAAAACo/-mrtmkvInYI/s72-c/D%25C3%25ADa+de+San+Valent%25C3%25ADn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-1841520809896756019</id><published>2011-02-10T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:53:00.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Valentín'/><title type='text'>Carta de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zyke9aZjwQY" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Eu quérote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Te amo&lt;img class="rg_hi" data-height="196" data-width="204" height="196" id="rg_hi" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSjE8v_yNVT_7hYkFEIxQyzXhiLr4wLu-SHEU5HM-g8dtRKcRKPWw" style="height: 196px; width: 204px;" width="204" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Je &amp;nbsp;t´aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;T´estimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ich liebe dich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Maite zaitut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Io ti amo...&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/287410372987265143-1841520809896756019?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/1841520809896756019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-dia-dos-namorados.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1841520809896756019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/1841520809896756019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Carta de amor'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zyke9aZjwQY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-547680500899116483</id><published>2011-02-07T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T06:01:52.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lírica medieval'/><title type='text'>Cantiga de escarnio e maldicir</title><content type='html'>Esta cantiga é unha creacion do rei Alfonso X "O Sabio".&lt;br /&gt;O titulo é : " O que da guerra levou cavaleiros"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TzuDgdgH7CM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que vos guste a cantiga.&lt;br /&gt;Autor : Adrián Ballesteros Aldariz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-547680500899116483?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/547680500899116483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/02/cantiga-de-escarnio-e-maldicir.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/547680500899116483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/547680500899116483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/02/cantiga-de-escarnio-e-maldicir.html' title='Cantiga de escarnio e maldicir'/><author><name>Adrián Ballesteros 1BC1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TzuDgdgH7CM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-2974354366200720744</id><published>2011-02-03T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:22:10.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Propio da terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThHfbWT1mIY/TRUoODpudDI/AAAAAAAADnE/XdESR0RgfBk/s1600/xoel_lopez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThHfbWT1mIY/TRUoODpudDI/AAAAAAAADnE/XdESR0RgfBk/s1600/xoel_lopez.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xoel_L%C3%B3pez"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xoel López.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que quen é? Moitos supoño que saberedes quen é, e outros tantos non o saberán.&lt;br /&gt;Xoel López é un cantante Español, pero máis concretamen é Galego, e ademais da Coruña.&lt;br /&gt;O grupo de Pop-Rock que formou que tivo máis éxito foi Deluxe. Prácticamente todas as súas cancións eran en inglés, pero a partir do 2005 comenzou a publicalos en español.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É un gran compositor, e por iso, quixen facerlle unha homenaxe na miña primeira entrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaría ben que nos vosos comentarios mencionarades outros artistas propios da nosa terra, xa canten en inglés, español, galego ou o idioma que sexa.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre é unha alegría saber de artistas galegos que chegaron a ser algo no mundo artístico (Sexa pintura, música, cine...) e fainos ver que aínda que o vexamos difícil, con esforzo todos podemos chegar a ser algo tamén se o desexamos moitísimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixóvos cun vídeo dunhas das súas cancións en español máis coñecidas: "Que no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBXebiT-S40"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBXebiT-S40&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Laura García Rueda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-2974354366200720744?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/2974354366200720744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/02/propio-da-terra.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2974354366200720744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2974354366200720744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/02/propio-da-terra.html' title='Propio da terra'/><author><name>Laura García Rueda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mU8oeSctC94/TfYXK1AUlRI/AAAAAAAAABs/KiJqmSdEpCA/s220/Imagen%2B1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThHfbWT1mIY/TRUoODpudDI/AAAAAAAADnE/XdESR0RgfBk/s72-c/xoel_lopez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-7506124518706593525</id><published>2011-01-30T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:54:05.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autores'/><title type='text'>125 aniversario do nacemento de  Castelao</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OcqyvYAx0DQ" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Este vídeo é do blog&lt;strong&gt; Brétemas&lt;/strong&gt; de Manuel Bragado Rodríguez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando a&lt;strong&gt; Daniel Castelao&lt;/strong&gt; cando se cumpren 125 anos do seu nacemento ( en Rianxo,&amp;nbsp;o 30 &amp;nbsp;de xaneiro de1886): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Por outra banda consideramos como actos bárbaros os atentados á vida dos idiomas. ¿Que diriamos se o Estado mandase derrubar o Pórtico da Groria? Pois eu digo que o noso idioma é unha obra de arte&amp;nbsp;mil veces superior á obra do mestre Mateos. Creouna o xenio inviolable do noso pobo e labrouna o amor, a dor, a ledicia de moitísimas xeracións. Unha lingua é máis que unha obra de arte; é matriz inagotable de obras de arte."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre en Galiza&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/287410372987265143-7506124518706593525?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/7506124518706593525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/125-aniversario-do-nacemento-de.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7506124518706593525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7506124518706593525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/125-aniversario-do-nacemento-de.html' title='125 aniversario do nacemento de  Castelao'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OcqyvYAx0DQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-2933320614333322483</id><published>2011-01-28T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:54:49.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Diaspora* o antiFacebook (ACTUALIZADO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Deyhb5aRN_M/TSfG4-2V_iI/AAAAAAAAACs/BqkZl6tZN5k/s1600/diaspora.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Deyhb5aRN_M/TSfG4-2V_iI/AAAAAAAAACs/BqkZl6tZN5k/s1600/diaspora.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quérovos falar dunha nova rede social, descentralizada, na que cada usuario é sempre dono dos seus datos.&lt;br /&gt;Diaspora naceu como un conxunto de redes, no que cada un pode montar a súa propia, xa que todas se basean no mesmo código, pero no que te podes conectar con xente de calquera outra, explícovos:&lt;br /&gt;A rede ten distintas vaíñas (pods) e cada unha é independente, funcionando como os distintos clientes de correo como Gmail, Hotmail, Yahoo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mesmo estou involucrado neste proxecto, xa que me ofrecín para axudar nas traduccións ao galego.&lt;br /&gt;É de supoñer que na próxima actualización do código xa estea dispoñible a versión en galego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rede aínda está en fase alpha, polo que se a queredes probar tedes que saber que terá moitos erros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vaíña principal é&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://joindiaspora.com/"&gt;https://joindiaspora.com/&lt;/a&gt;, e só se pode entrar con invitación, pero se queredes probala aconséllovos que vos rexistredes en&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diasp.es/"&gt;http://diasp.es/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se despois de probala non vos interesa só tedes que clickar en baixar fotos, borrar conta e ninguén será dono dos vosos datos nunca máis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ACTUALIZADO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dende hoxe pola mañá xa temos Diaspora dispoñible en galego.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Debido á ambigüidade dalgunhas palabras en inglés a traducción ten algúns fallos que se irán solventando pouco a pouco.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se queredes unha invitación só tedes que pedirma, pero apurade, que só me quedan catro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antonpm@joindiaspora.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-2933320614333322483?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/2933320614333322483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/diaspora-o-antifacebook.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2933320614333322483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2933320614333322483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/diaspora-o-antifacebook.html' title='Diaspora* o antiFacebook (ACTUALIZADO)'/><author><name>Antón Pérez Montero</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FzYZgXi63t0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAChk/DLdhaHPUUQc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Deyhb5aRN_M/TSfG4-2V_iI/AAAAAAAAACs/BqkZl6tZN5k/s72-c/diaspora.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-761594279907453119</id><published>2011-01-25T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:06:35.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lírica medieval'/><title type='text'>FUNK DO TROVADORISMO</title><content type='html'>Preséntovos unha versiòn funkie das cantigas de amor medievais realizada por alumnos dun instituto do Brasil. Neste video eles fan unha loubanza do rei D. Dinís e cantan orgullosos sobre as cantigas, orixe da súa lingua Portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="450" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zGxOGsZM1sE" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="570"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-761594279907453119?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/761594279907453119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/funk-do-trovadorismo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/761594279907453119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/761594279907453119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/funk-do-trovadorismo.html' title='FUNK DO TROVADORISMO'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zGxOGsZM1sE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-5061405133085296771</id><published>2011-01-21T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:55:14.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>10 bandas sonoras Teatro Colón A Coruña</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FyinkZ9R4-Q" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 magníficas bandas sonoras de películas para disfrutarmos do noso tempo de lecer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-5061405133085296771?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/5061405133085296771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/youtube-video-player.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5061405133085296771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5061405133085296771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/youtube-video-player.html' title='10 bandas sonoras Teatro Colón A Coruña'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FyinkZ9R4-Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-5687581447547332273</id><published>2011-01-17T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:32:35.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><title type='text'>Un cranio furado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TTSJ7z0ehlI/AAAAAAAAACY/DNxIe34znJ8/s1600/20100915133726-cabecera-cranio-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TTSJ7z0ehlI/AAAAAAAAACY/DNxIe34znJ8/s640/20100915133726-cabecera-cranio-web.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por Cris Asensio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TTSIotQxlhI/AAAAAAAAACU/_gn1tHZ58bs/s1600/un+craneo+furado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TTSIotQxlhI/AAAAAAAAACU/_gn1tHZ58bs/s1600/un+craneo+furado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;A skull in Connemara &lt;/span&gt;é o título en inglés da obra de teatro que imos ver o vindeiro mes de febreiro acompañados dos alumnos e alumnas de 1º de bacharelato do noso centro. &lt;a href="http://www.excentricas.net/gl/"&gt;Producións Teatrais Excéntricas&lt;/a&gt; é a compañía que se encarga da posta en escena. O director é&lt;strong&gt; Quico Cadaval&lt;/strong&gt; é o autor da obra é o autor anglo-irlandés&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Martin McDonagh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A acción sucede no cemiterio de Connemara onde o enterrador local, Mick, ten que trasladar os restos da súa dona que morrera sete anos atrás nun accidente de tráfico, pero hai moitos que sospeitan que en realidade non se tratou dun accidente... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Non é unha comedia de terror, non é un policial inglés, non é unha serie de TV de forenses, non é unha Festa dos Difuntos, non é un esperpento...mais ten un pouco de todo."&lt;/em&gt; (Producións escénicas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-5687581447547332273?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/5687581447547332273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/un-cranio-furado.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5687581447547332273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/5687581447547332273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/un-cranio-furado.html' title='Un cranio furado'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TTSJ7z0ehlI/AAAAAAAAACY/DNxIe34znJ8/s72-c/20100915133726-cabecera-cranio-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-4514023875066422960</id><published>2011-01-16T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:55:29.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Luar na lubre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TTM1BDnamcI/AAAAAAAAACI/qsswRhD6LUg/s1600/imagesCAUFF8FD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TTM1BDnamcI/AAAAAAAAACI/qsswRhD6LUg/s400/imagesCAUFF8FD.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por Laura Solano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nunca escoitara música deste grupo e paréceme interesante o que fan. Por iso investigando un pouco encontreime co proxecto deste grupo (Luar na Lubre) e baséase fundamentalmente nas músicas de raíces galegas polo que dedican especial atención ao estudo dos cancioneiros galegos e tamén fan as súas propias composicións.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banda sendo coruñesa, converteuse hoxe en día na máis internacional da Galiza levando a cultura e a música da nosa terra a través da súa proposta a moitos lugares do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamén gañaron moitos premios, entre eles por exemplo o de mellor grupo de folk da Galiza outorgado polo diario "El ideal Gallego", nove premios da música concedidos pola SGAE e pola "Academia de las artes y las ciencias de la música", sumándoselle dous premios Luar outorgados polo programa "LUAR" da TVG, pola mellor traxectoria profesional e polo mellor tema galego como moitos outros premios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É un grupo que se da a coñecer pola súa música e paréceme cousa moi beneficiosa para enriquecer a nosa arte polo mundo e darnos a coñecer como pobo galego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Luar" significa o resplandor da lúa chea e "lubre" bosque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déixovos a páxina principal deste grupo para quen o queira ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.luarnalubre.com/historia.php?idioma=gl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-4514023875066422960?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/4514023875066422960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/luar-na-lubre.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4514023875066422960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4514023875066422960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/luar-na-lubre.html' title='Luar na lubre'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TTM1BDnamcI/AAAAAAAAACI/qsswRhD6LUg/s72-c/imagesCAUFF8FD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-8485888268833555242</id><published>2011-01-14T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:06:51.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lírica medieval'/><title type='text'>Afonso X interpretado por Luar na lubre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afonso X&lt;/strong&gt; o sabio naceu en Toledo no ano 1221 e foi rei de Castela á morte do seu pai, o rei Fernando III. Este rei realizou un importantísimo labor cultural na época medieva. O feito de ser rei permitiulle reunir na súa corte un grande número de sabios que se encargaron da divulgación científica entre outras tarefas. A ambición deste rei sabio era reunir todos os aspectos da cultura da súa época. Ademais do seu labor científico deiuxounos a súa obra poética como trobador as famosas&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; Cantigas de Santa María&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, escritas en galego-portugués. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmp_Jqn4dJA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmp_Jqn4dJA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se Afonso X, sendo castelán, prefería a lingua galego-portuguesa para a lírica, quen se atrevería a preferir o contrario?&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/287410372987265143-8485888268833555242?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/8485888268833555242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/afonso-x-interpretado-por-luar-na-lubre.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/8485888268833555242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/8485888268833555242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/afonso-x-interpretado-por-luar-na-lubre.html' title='Afonso X interpretado por Luar na lubre'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-6256948397189516751</id><published>2011-01-11T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:55:58.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lírica medieval'/><title type='text'>Cantiga de amor</title><content type='html'>Presentamosvos unha cantiga de amor do trobador &lt;strong&gt;Bernal de Bonaval no s.XIII&lt;/strong&gt;. Esta version&amp;nbsp;é&amp;nbsp;interpretada &amp;nbsp;polo cantante &lt;strong&gt;Amancio Prada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/odzs0LtPrlo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/odzs0LtPrlo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/odzs0LtPrlo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Podedes encontrar a letra da cantiga na páxina 80 do libro de texto.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentade a cantiga.&lt;u&gt; Se queredes podedes seguir este guión:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1).Se a palabra chave das cantigas de amigo é "amigo", cal creedes que é a palabra chave nas de amor?&lt;br /&gt;2).Nas cantigas'de amor trátase o tema do amor, ao igual que nas de amigo pero de forma diferente, cales&amp;nbsp; son esas diferencias?&lt;br /&gt;3).Como representa o autor as mulleres nas cantigas de amor?&lt;br /&gt;4). Dá a túa&amp;nbsp;opinión breve da cantiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Autores: Laura García Rueda e Adrián Ballesteros Aldariz (1ºBC1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-6256948397189516751?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/6256948397189516751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/cantiga-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6256948397189516751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6256948397189516751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2011/01/cantiga-de-amor.html' title='Cantiga de amor'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-7530534427378749491</id><published>2010-12-28T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:56:18.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>Haiku de inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por Cris Asensio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O camiño branco da montaña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vaise &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; alongando&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; silencioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e ninguén o alcanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TRo97CIHr8I/AAAAAAAAACE/RiUYjg_7SrA/s1600/moto_0282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TRo97CIHr8I/AAAAAAAAACE/RiUYjg_7SrA/s320/moto_0282.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-7530534427378749491?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/7530534427378749491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/haiku-de-inverno_28.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7530534427378749491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7530534427378749491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/haiku-de-inverno_28.html' title='Haiku de inverno'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TRo97CIHr8I/AAAAAAAAACE/RiUYjg_7SrA/s72-c/moto_0282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-8924475690378522449</id><published>2010-12-26T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:56:53.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURTAS'/><title type='text'>O máis importante de A Coruña</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c3681379d48ffa6" 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.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c3681379d48ffa6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333300846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18D01E6502293BE9387358F89A1A4CFF179A57F7.A27ED82538D75D1DBBAA122FE8267DB653B2E83%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c3681379d48ffa6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSn4t7S1cyEZ_MddxxT4hT3geZqs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c3681379d48ffa6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333300846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18D01E6502293BE9387358F89A1A4CFF179A57F7.A27ED82538D75D1DBBAA122FE8267DB653B2E83%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c3681379d48ffa6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSn4t7S1cyEZ_MddxxT4hT3geZqs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por Laura García Rueda (1ºBC1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-8924475690378522449?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/8924475690378522449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-mais-importante-de-coruna.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/8924475690378522449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/8924475690378522449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-mais-importante-de-coruna.html' title='O máis importante de A Coruña'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-6715572883431434469</id><published>2010-12-23T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:34:32.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>VIAXE AO PAÍS DOS ANANOS:  Belén, ano cero</title><content type='html'>Poema de &lt;strong&gt;Celso Emilio Ferreiro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(fotografía por Cris Asensio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; BELÉN, ANO CERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TROsw5LFGEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CVTjUJ6s1F0/s1600/Copia+%25282%2529+de+moto_0276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TROsw5LFGEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CVTjUJ6s1F0/s320/Copia+%25282%2529+de+moto_0276.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Xuntei o vento frío coa auga-neve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;xuntei a noite negra coa xiada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e vin un neno espido nun pesebre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que misterio máis fondo, que aventura:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o neno non quería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;gozar de outros irmaus, nin de outra axuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por algo estaba alí, por algo estaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tan lonxe da riqueza gasalleira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tan perto da probeza desolada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por algo os pastoriños se achegaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e si o vento pasou tan paseniño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cantando soavemente, foi por algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por algo era María unha artesán,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cando podía sere si quixera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;primeira dama, esposa principal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por algo era Xosé un carpinteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;de fortes, rexas maus encallecidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;na garlopa, na trencha e no martelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Xuntei tódolos orfos nun só berce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;xuntei as inxusticias cos aldraxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e púxenos de ofrenda nun pesebre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;¿Quen foi o que roubou o meu presente?&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/287410372987265143-6715572883431434469?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/6715572883431434469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/viaxe-ao-pais-dos-ananos-belen-ano-cero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6715572883431434469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/6715572883431434469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/viaxe-ao-pais-dos-ananos-belen-ano-cero.html' title='VIAXE AO PAÍS DOS ANANOS:  Belén, ano cero'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TROsw5LFGEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CVTjUJ6s1F0/s72-c/Copia+%25282%2529+de+moto_0276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-4321858643141707932</id><published>2010-12-22T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:57:31.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nadal 2010'/><title type='text'>Desexámosvos Feliz Nadal! Disfrutade co conto do" Apalpador"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TRG_LPebaII/AAAAAAAAABs/5xxAh9jTOgk/s1600/apalpad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TRG_LPebaII/AAAAAAAAABs/5xxAh9jTOgk/s320/apalpad.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;O “&lt;b&gt;Apalpador&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;é unha das tradicións galegas de Nadal que se festexaba no Courel. Este personaxe era un vello xigante que tiña como oficio ser carboeiro e que vivía nas devesas de alta montaña. No 31 de decembro baixaba ás aldeas para apalpar as barrigas dos nenos para comprobar que estaban ben alimentadas e deixáballes unha morea de castañas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;quentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Están de moda estes versos que os pais cantan aos seus fillos a noite na que baixa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hoxe é noite de Nadal,&lt;br /&gt;vaite ninín á camiña&lt;br /&gt;que vai vir o apalpador&lt;br /&gt;a palparte a barriguiña.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autores: Carlos Puente Mella (1ºBH2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;(1ºBH2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sabela Rey Cao &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div _moz-userdefined=""&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/287410372987265143-4321858643141707932?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/4321858643141707932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-apalpador.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4321858643141707932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4321858643141707932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-apalpador.html' title='Desexámosvos Feliz Nadal! Disfrutade co conto do&quot; Apalpador&quot;'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TRG_LPebaII/AAAAAAAAABs/5xxAh9jTOgk/s72-c/apalpad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-2543508290856796178</id><published>2010-12-21T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:57:47.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURTAS'/><title type='text'>En galego, proba e verás</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8aAOFPvDfSY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8aAOFPvDfSY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que disfrutes con este simpático video&amp;nbsp;que fala&amp;nbsp;da importancia e utilidade da nosa lingua galega.&lt;br /&gt;A actriz principal é Isabel Risco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-2543508290856796178?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/2543508290856796178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/en-galego-proba-e-veras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2543508290856796178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2543508290856796178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/en-galego-proba-e-veras.html' title='En galego, proba e verás'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-4984429894206983545</id><published>2010-12-06T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:58:27.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club de lectura 2010-11'/><title type='text'>OLLOS DE AGUA de DOMINGO VILLAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TP0_gzPe4UI/AAAAAAAAABo/VbOMYeURjpA/s1600/Domingo+Villar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 259px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 224px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TP0_gzPe4UI/AAAAAAAAABo/VbOMYeURjpA/s1600/Domingo+Villar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TP0_dZ1EH4I/AAAAAAAAABk/KJe4UzB7fg4/s1600/Ollos+de+agua+na+Cova+c%25C3%25A9ltica+do+Wirtz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TP0_dZ1EH4I/AAAAAAAAABk/KJe4UzB7fg4/s320/Ollos+de+agua+na+Cova+c%25C3%25A9ltica+do+Wirtz.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Por Cris Asensio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Lois Reigosa escolleu un CD do andel, colocouno no equipo musical e serviu as bebidas nunhas copas anchas cuxos bordos refregara coa casca dun limón. Non sospeitou que eran as últimas que preparaba..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; Ollos de agua&lt;/strong&gt; de Domingo Villar é a novela que imos comentar no seguinte club de lectura que terá lugar xa no&amp;nbsp;novo ano, no mes de xaneiro. Trátase dunha historia policíaca, de misterio, contada con humor e ironía, na que se oferece tamén unha visión crítica da sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Na torre da illa Toralla, en plena ría de vigo aparece o cadáver dun saxofonista. O caso vai ser investigado polo inspector de policía Leo Caldas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-4984429894206983545?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/4984429894206983545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/ollos-de-agua-de-domingo-villar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4984429894206983545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4984429894206983545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/ollos-de-agua-de-domingo-villar.html' title='OLLOS DE AGUA de DOMINGO VILLAR'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TP0_gzPe4UI/AAAAAAAAABo/VbOMYeURjpA/s72-c/Domingo+Villar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-7795217663292623126</id><published>2010-12-05T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:58:51.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club de lectura 2010-11'/><title type='text'>GALVÁN EN SAOR de DARÍO XOHÁN CABANA</title><content type='html'>Por Cris Asensio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TPvx_pwEphI/AAAAAAAAABY/5179-eRFnT4/s1600/10000481013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TPvx_pwEphI/AAAAAAAAABY/5179-eRFnT4/s1600/10000481013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O xoves, 2 de decembro pola tarde, tivemos un club de lectura na biblioteca do noso instituto, con alumnas e alumnos de 1º de bacharelato. Pasamos un rato moi&amp;nbsp;entretido comentando diferentes aspectos da novela de &lt;a href="http://bvg.udc.es/ficha_autor.jsp?id=DarCaban&amp;amp;alias=&amp;amp;solapa=obras"&gt;Darío Xohán Cabana&lt;/a&gt;. O que máis nos sorprendeu a todos foron as viaxes através do tempo do protagonista Galván, desde o presente até a idade media. Velaquí algúns dos comentarios dos lectores que participaron no clube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Gustoume a despedida de Galván de Masito e Inés, coa carta e os&amp;nbsp;agasallos que lles deixou; unha luva de coiro, unhas moedas dentro dun pano bordado con fíos de ouro que formaba por un lado a figura dun falcón e por outro a figura do rei Artur"&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; Adriana Jiménez Ferrío (1BC-2)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Foi emocionante cando Galván gañou as batallas&amp;nbsp;aos cabaleiros de cores coa forza do sol"&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ana Domínguez Viejo (&amp;nbsp;1BC-1)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "A min gustoume moito a escena na montaña do Santo Grial porque era un lugar máxico pero o que se vivía Galván nese momento era real. A min esa escena fascinoume"&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; Paula Manteiga (1BH-2)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Gustoume moito pola maxia de pasar dunha época a outra"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; Alexandra Parceiro Lence (1BH-2&amp;nbsp;) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Gustoume o libro polo ambiente relacionado coa maxia e tamén porque apareza un castelo e unha fermosa dama e que xorda o amor co cabaleiro"&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mª&amp;nbsp;Soledad Muíño Lema&amp;nbsp;(1BC-2)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TPvviOrWLdI/AAAAAAAAABU/EIBV9eh5dm0/s1600/cova+c%25C3%25A9ltica+Wirtz+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TPvviOrWLdI/AAAAAAAAABU/EIBV9eh5dm0/s320/cova+c%25C3%25A9ltica+Wirtz+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Ao rematalo pregúntome se prefiro un fin aberto, no que eu podería usar a miña imaxinación para facer o meu final, ou pechado cun desenlace explicado. É unha historia enxeñosa"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; Sabela Rey Cao (1BH-2)&lt;/u&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/287410372987265143-7795217663292623126?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/7795217663292623126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/galvan-en-saor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7795217663292623126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/7795217663292623126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/12/galvan-en-saor.html' title='GALVÁN EN SAOR de DARÍO XOHÁN CABANA'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TPvx_pwEphI/AAAAAAAAABY/5179-eRFnT4/s72-c/10000481013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-8662006960625902782</id><published>2010-11-30T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:50:38.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitas culturais'/><title type='text'>Visita á Academia Galega</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TPVR-iKR8iI/AAAAAAAAABE/2rHUnwosSyM/s1600/IMG_0477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TPVR-iKR8iI/AAAAAAAAABE/2rHUnwosSyM/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Por Cris Asensio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;O pasado mércores 24 de novembro un grupo de alumnas e alumnos de bacharelato e 4º da ESO, fomos voluntariamente pola tarde&amp;nbsp;á Academia Galega, acompañados das profesoras Elisa Fondo e Cris Asensio, para realizar unha visita guiada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;O primeiro que fixemos foi subir&amp;nbsp;á biblioteca, onde nos ensinaron&amp;nbsp;textos orixinais pertencentes a diferentes&amp;nbsp;etapas da nosa historia, entre eles puidemos ver o manuscrito da obra titulada Os Eoas de Eduardo Pondal. Despois estivemos no salón de plenos e alí explicáronos como funciona a academia. Por último&amp;nbsp;visitamos no&amp;nbsp;segundo andar&amp;nbsp;as estancias&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;época da escritora coruñesa Emilia Pardo Bazán, unha autentica viaxe no tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TPVSGaeMALI/AAAAAAAAABI/uO1ORE6lZM0/s1600/IMG_0478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TPVSGaeMALI/AAAAAAAAABI/uO1ORE6lZM0/s640/IMG_0478.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-8662006960625902782?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/8662006960625902782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/11/visita-academia-galega.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/8662006960625902782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/8662006960625902782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/11/visita-academia-galega.html' title='Visita á Academia Galega'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NL-a0NKrIDU/TPVR-iKR8iI/AAAAAAAAABE/2rHUnwosSyM/s72-c/IMG_0477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-4876664989688643819</id><published>2010-11-21T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:56:44.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lírica medieval'/><title type='text'>Sedia-m´eu na ermida de San Simion</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="450" width="800"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11429180&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=db1212&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11429180&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=db1212&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="680" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11429180"&gt;São Simão - Socorro Lira - Cores do Atlântico&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/casadetolos"&gt;Casa de Tolos&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-4876664989688643819?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/4876664989688643819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/11/sedia-meu-na-ermida-de-san-simion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4876664989688643819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/4876664989688643819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/11/sedia-meu-na-ermida-de-san-simion.html' title='Sedia-m´eu na ermida de San Simion'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-3997592287284270038</id><published>2010-11-21T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:07:15.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lírica medieval'/><title type='text'>As cantigas medievais</title><content type='html'>Esta é a versión do grupo musical Doa, máis fiel á composición medieval que a de Cores do Atlántico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="485" width="680"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iopbgtOllGM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iopbgtOllGM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="680" height="485"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287410372987265143-3997592287284270038?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/3997592287284270038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-cantigas-medievais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/3997592287284270038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/3997592287284270038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-cantigas-medievais.html' title='As cantigas medievais'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287410372987265143.post-2971444463031325979</id><published>2010-11-03T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:40:43.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Editorial clube de lectura'/><title type='text'>Un berro no clube de lectura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img id="il_fi" src="http://www.ucm.es/info/echi1/imagen/pint/MUNCH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Como no cadro de&lt;strong&gt; Edvard Munch&lt;/strong&gt;, explota no noso interior un berro xigantesco que lanzamos ao vento para desde aquí facer un chamamento a todos aqueles que queiran explorar con nós&amp;nbsp;o paraíso conquistado pola literatura. Desde aquí, desde a &lt;strong&gt;Cova Céltica&lt;/strong&gt; saudámosvos e invitámosvos a que nos acompañedes un ano máis na búsqueda de aventuras,de emocións e&amp;nbsp;do goce inmenso que proporciona a lectura compartida&amp;nbsp;dunha boa obra literaria, participando no novo &lt;strong&gt;clube de lectura&lt;/strong&gt; do noso instituto neste&amp;nbsp;curso 2020-2011.&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/287410372987265143-2971444463031325979?l=covaceltica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/feeds/2971444463031325979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-berro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2971444463031325979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287410372987265143/posts/default/2971444463031325979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://covaceltica.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-berro.html' title='Un berro no clube de lectura'/><author><name>cris asensio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954032657701645538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSyHc9BGsQ/TVgsgxKyBHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ATTj100kP2Y/s220/Alpes%2B143.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
