{"id":117,"date":"2007-03-05T00:18:06","date_gmt":"2007-03-04T23:18:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.barbantia.org\/cont\/index.php\/comisions\/fardel-de-palabras\/xxxiii\/"},"modified":"2013-02-19T16:16:23","modified_gmt":"2013-02-19T15:16:23","slug":"xxxiii","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/comisions\/fardel-de-palabras\/xxxiii\/","title":{"rendered":"XXXIII"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"width: 127px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Ant\u00c3\u00ada Casta\u00c3\u00b1o\" alt=\"Ant\u00c3\u00ada Casta\u00c3\u00b1o \" src=\"\/www\/cont\/wp-content\/imaxes\/AntiaCastanhoVArela.jpg\" width=\"117\" height=\"145\" align=\"left\" \/><p class=\"wp-caption-text\">Ant\u00c3\u00ada Casta\u00c3\u00b1o<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00c2\u00a0Abr\u00c3\u00adn a gran porta da catedral e vinte \u00c3\u00b3 fondo. Al\u00c3\u00ad estabas ti, co teu gran vestido negro de ra\u00c3\u00ad\u00c3\u00b1a tocando o piano. Rodeada de tules, de gasas&#8230; iluminada s\u00c3\u00b3 pola p\u00c3\u00a1lida luz luar que entraba polas vidreiras case tapadas polo po e a cotra. O teu gran piano de cola negro escintilaba entre todas aquelas pedras silenciadas pola t\u00c3\u00baa melod\u00c3\u00ada. Esa canci\u00c3\u00b3n triste que parec\u00c3\u00ada que fund\u00c3\u00ada almas \u00c3\u00b3 seu paso. Pero esa, esa era a t\u00c3\u00baa preferida&#8230; sempre te escoitaba tocala cando o teu coraz\u00c3\u00b3n se esnaquizaba, cando as t\u00c3\u00baas entra\u00c3\u00b1as berraban mentres os teus beizos gardaban silencio, pero ese d\u00c3\u00ada era distinto, a catedral estaba m\u00c3\u00a1is fr\u00c3\u00ada do normal. Deime de conta cando una b\u00c3\u00a1goa escorreu polo teu vestido ata chegar \u00c3\u00b3 inferno e desaparecer. Nunca te vira chorar as\u00c3\u00ad que gardei silencio, coma sempre, agardando a que rematases a t\u00c3\u00baa melod\u00c3\u00ada, te ergueras e te abrazases a min con t\u00c3\u00b3dalas t\u00c3\u00baas forzas. Eses abrazos eran os meus preferidos. Pod\u00c3\u00ada senti-lo teu coraz\u00c3\u00b3n latexar sobre o meu peito e os teus suspiros na mi\u00c3\u00b1a caluga. Pero ese d\u00c3\u00ada non ocorreu as\u00c3\u00ad. Non puiden ver case nada, nun intre a t\u00c3\u00baa melod\u00c3\u00ada silenciouse, paraches de tocar e s\u00c3\u00b3 puiden observar un pequeno escintileo. Suspiraches e seguiches tocando, coma se nada&#8230; Arrepentir\u00c3\u00adame toda a mi\u00c3\u00b1a vida de quedarme quedo, de non ter ido \u00c3\u00b3 teu car\u00c3\u00b3n, de non ter chorado xunto a ti, de non terche dado ese abrazo que tanto boto de menos agora. Cando as notas m\u00c3\u00a1s agudas do final soaron, olleino: un regueiro de sangue ca\u00c3\u00ada polo teu gran vestido escuro de ra\u00c3\u00ad\u00c3\u00b1a e debuxaba o chan. En segundos, e con fin pintado no aire, as teclas do piano torn\u00c3\u00a1ronse vermellas. O sangue chorreaba das t\u00c3\u00baas mans, pero ti non parabas de tocar, non parar\u00c3\u00adas ata que a morte cho impedise. E as\u00c3\u00ad foi. Eu intenteino, alceiche a mi\u00c3\u00b1a man dende o abismo, pero non consegu\u00c3\u00adn arrebatarlle a s\u00c3\u00baa presa \u00c3\u00b3 eterno infinito. O teu cadro estaba a piques de ser rematado. As \u00c3\u00baltimas notas soaron, as \u00c3\u00baltimas b\u00c3\u00a1goas caeron, os \u00c3\u00baltimos suspiros encheron o aire con cheiro a po da t\u00c3\u00baa gran catedral, e ca\u00c3\u00adches. Debruzaches sobre o teu gran piano, premendo t\u00c3\u00b3dalas s\u00c3\u00baas teclas sanguinolentas que&#8230; estra\u00c3\u00b1amente, gardaron silencio&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"twttr_buttons\"><div class=\"twttr_twitter\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/share?text=XXXIII\" class=\"twitter-share-button\" data-via=\"\" data-hashtags=\"\"  data-size=\"default\" data-url=\"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/comisions\/fardel-de-palabras\/xxxiii\/\"  data-related=\"\" target=\"_blank\">Tweet<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div><\/div><div class=\"fcbkbttn_buttons_block\" id=\"fcbkbttn_left\"><div class=\"fcbkbttn_button\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/140446132668582\" target=\"_blank\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<img src=\"\" alt=\"Fb-Button\" \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div><div class=\"fcbkbttn_like \"><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/comisions\/fardel-de-palabras\/xxxiii\/\" action=\"like\" colorscheme=\"light\" layout=\"button_count\"  size=\"small\"><\/fb:like><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00c2\u00a0Abr\u00c3\u00adn a gran porta da catedral e vinte \u00c3\u00b3 fondo. Al\u00c3\u00ad estabas ti, co teu gran vestido negro de ra\u00c3\u00ad\u00c3\u00b1a tocando o piano. Rodeada de tules, de gasas&#8230; iluminada s\u00c3\u00b3 pola p\u00c3\u00a1lida luz luar que entraba polas vidreiras case tapadas &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/comisions\/fardel-de-palabras\/xxxiii\/\">Sigue lendo <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":22,"menu_order":4,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/117"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=117"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/117\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":618,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/117\/revisions\/618"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/22"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbantia.es\/www\/cont\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=117"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}