<?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-8855772815823899973</id><updated>2012-01-23T09:24:53.968+01:00</updated><category term='wai'/><category term='neurobabayismu'/><title type='text'>A ESCURES, por Costante Álvarez</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-990571277977042024</id><published>2012-01-23T09:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:24:53.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>30 años de la criación de l'Academia de la Llingua</title><summary type='text'>¿U tabes cuando, éstos, entamaron el xaréu?







</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/990571277977042024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/990571277977042024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2012/01/30-anos-de-la-criacion-de-lacademia-de.html' title='30 años de la criación de l&apos;Academia de la Llingua'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-2507164438184794050</id><published>2012-01-05T09:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:15:01.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El conde astur, D. GONZALU PELÁIZ - 1 -</title><summary type='text'>

Vamos dir esbillando videocapítulos referíos al conde astur GONZALU PELÁIZ, famosu na so dómina por tenese llevantao escontra'l poder del rei Alfonsu VII n'esficies d'algamar cierta independencia de la so posesión condal, el territoriu llamáu, d'quella, les Asturies Inferiores. Una dómina interesante, na que'l condáu asturlleonés, conocíu como "portucalense" diba camín de la dixebra, de la manu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2507164438184794050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2507164438184794050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2012/01/el-conde-astur-d-gonzalu-pelaiz-1.html' title='El conde astur, D. GONZALU PELÁIZ - 1 -'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-3631680852957781679</id><published>2011-12-15T14:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T09:01:32.515+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonzalu Peláiz</title><summary type='text'>Por si nun furrula'l vidiu








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Nesti blogue hai vidiu y testu sobre 'l destierru portugués del conde astur, D. Gonzalu Peláiz.
http://sabencianeya.blogspot.com
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Una velea atopase con estos exemplares del Paleolíticu Inferior JAJAJAJAJA








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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2908310277845128418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2908310277845128418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/11/500-anos-de-xugu-turcu-fain-esto-de.html' title='500 años de xugu turcu fain esto de Bulgaria'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-599310557616772299</id><published>2011-11-10T12:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:04:34.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrera ellectoral...CON FABES Y A LO LLOCO</title><summary type='text'>Diome por da-y fabes y carne a Cherines y nada. Nun corre nin p'atrás.






</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/599310557616772299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/599310557616772299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/11/carrera-ellectoralcon-fabes-y-lo-lloco.html' title='Carrera ellectoral...CON FABES Y A LO LLOCO'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-910244778726610423</id><published>2011-11-10T10:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:54:08.842+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El fin de Berlusconi... según el G20</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/910244778726610423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/910244778726610423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/11/el-fin-de-berlusconi-segun-el-g20.html' title='El fin de Berlusconi... según el G20'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j94egxkw_Dw/TrufMJzy9ZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/OKkJUY4MEqs/s72-c/berlu%2Bsal%25C3%25ADu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-284271950343416454</id><published>2011-10-27T13:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T13:18:52.339+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El fin del mundu... sigún los azteques</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/284271950343416454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/284271950343416454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/10/el-fin-del-mundu-sigun-los-azteques.html' title='El fin del mundu... sigún los azteques'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5IbKd-4zeQ/Tqk-Cx4EQpI/AAAAAAAAAcU/5Qn6i6T57dQ/s72-c/chiste%2Bazteca.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-4268785058479889676</id><published>2011-10-24T09:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:33:31.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Camín de Cantares. Isabelina d'Arenes de CABRALES</title><summary type='text'>




</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4268785058479889676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4268785058479889676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/10/camin-de-cantares-isabelina-darenes-de.html' title='Camín de Cantares. Isabelina d&apos;Arenes de CABRALES'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-2751179516021788640</id><published>2011-10-17T11:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:06:36.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Camín de Cantares. TINEU.</title><summary type='text'>Prestosa cuntaora d'hestories. Memoria encesa d'esta variedá d'asturiano. Prestoso daveres...






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Los mozos de la Canal 10 de Xixón trabayen bono...





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Así se vió na televisión...






</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8989804625030028073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8989804625030028073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/08/muncho-meyor-solu.html' title='Muncho meyor solu'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6849534425014620038</id><published>2011-08-05T10:06:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:23:54.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'ataque del cordobeyu pilforru</title><summary type='text'>...Tienga uessa mercede por vero que vieno aquel home malu, ya con muitas ganas de facere damnu al blasson de las Astvrias, ya homes y mucheres gritanon prestamosos ya al vientu que ía malu daveres ya muita cousa vieno nos papeles de los escrividores...







</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6849534425014620038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6849534425014620038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/08/lataque-del-cordobeyu-pilforru.html' title='L&apos;ataque del cordobeyu pilforru'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6233413280492038132</id><published>2011-07-21T14:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:29:24.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Abriendo puertes...</title><summary type='text'>

Ciertes coses merecen un puestu nel panteón de lo bono. Por exemplu, el compromisu de xente anónimo que fai de la llingüa dalgo normal y amañoso pal so exercicu empresarial. Nun fai falta ser dioses ni, por supuesto, mártires de la causa. Trátase, cenciellamente, de ser normal. Y eso ye cosa anormal abondo, por desgracia. En menos de lo que cancia un gallu chumáu, tendremos la oficialidá </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6233413280492038132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6233413280492038132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/07/abriendo-puertes.html' title='Abriendo puertes...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-2f8h7X7Qg/TigakCLaanI/AAAAAAAAAcM/AbZ9uHTpn_E/s72-c/Puertes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-7770440681517289832</id><published>2011-07-19T14:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:18:46.147+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualitas liberrima</title><summary type='text'>
La foto del diariu EL BEBERCIO nun necesita desplicación. Podría entitulase “la mutante y la forina” pero diba dar lo mesmo como la llamar. La segunda xeneración de la monarquía hereditaria IU-era cede énte la democracia irreal de la derecha maquillada y depilada. Tempus fugit. O tempora, o mores...


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7770440681517289832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7770440681517289832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/07/qualitas-liberrima.html' title='Qualitas liberrima'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/-MZQif4C6BXE/TiV0hXWBX3I/AAAAAAAAAb8/sWROnLAjsvw/s72-c/cesa%2Bla%2Bmutante%2By%2Bentra%2Bla%2Bforina.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-8774176322904814360</id><published>2011-07-18T09:18:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:21:41.179+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Francisco Álvarez, presidente d'Asturies</title><summary type='text'>
Nel imaxinariu isquierdoso, el nacionalismu siempre foi daqué reaicionario. L’home tenía que baltar les barreres clasistes afitaes pola relixón y les clases dominantes. Se falaba de la llucha de clases y el trunfu del internacionalismu proletariu solidariu que diba en cata d'un centralismu democráticu. Y la cosa valió hasta que se decataron del supuestu filón de lo que se llamó “nacionalismu d’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8774176322904814360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8774176322904814360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/07/francisco-alvarez-presidente-dasturies.html' title='Francisco Álvarez, presidente d&apos;Asturies'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6926788330434490695</id><published>2011-07-11T11:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:25:34.242+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Etnocentrismu catalán</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;   /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6926788330434490695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6926788330434490695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/07/etnocentrismu-catalan.html' title='Etnocentrismu catalán'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EY3U1cue4o/ThrBUllFWdI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qq_bI_pq62U/s72-c/ikea-site.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-845970940437482055</id><published>2011-06-21T09:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:56:59.817+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Qué duro ye'l desempléu...</title><summary type='text'>

&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;   /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/845970940437482055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/845970940437482055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/06/que-duro-yel-desempleu.html' title='Qué duro ye&apos;l desempléu...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMUscJ-vb2k/TgBNfIjcKoI/AAAAAAAAAbc/jSGIxmdm8w0/s72-c/013D6GIJ-GIJ-GIJ-P1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-1829249739371128594</id><published>2011-05-31T20:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T21:43:40.666+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wai'/><title type='text'>Burbuxa Inmobiliario...</title><summary type='text'>Munchos son los que vienen desplicando el porqué del fostiazu económicu d'España. Entrín y non esti pais españa (gracies, fundamentalmente a los nazionalsocialistes psoeros y al gran capital apátrida y apolíticu) un collaciu fixo la torna del vidiu que vos mango. Teniendo en cuenta que ye un resume del orixinal cazurru, con el típicu humor isquierdosu y totalitariu, y que metió tiempu y trabayu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1829249739371128594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1829249739371128594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/05/burbuxa-inmobiliario.html' title='Burbuxa Inmobiliario...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-9000970693477623538</id><published>2011-05-26T10:32:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:53:28.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>EL SANGRE PROPIO EN PERRES AYENES.</title><summary type='text'>


Voi facer amigos. Digo.
Coméntame una collacia qu’entrugó a ún de los funcionarios del ayuntamientu de Xixón sobre cómo taben les coses. Y el funcionariu dixo que taben acoyonaos, que, cola de xente que tienen viviendo del cuentu dende hai trenta años, y cola perda d’ayuntamientos y del gobiernu del Principáu, que nun saben ú los “colocar”, ónde los meter. Y la collacia alcordose d’un peon de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/9000970693477623538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/9000970693477623538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/05/el-sangre-propio-en-perres-ayenes.html' title='EL SANGRE PROPIO EN PERRES AYENES.'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7S1ytszfA6w/Td4QcCHjW4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/1-sZvQHIM_I/s72-c/papelera%2BPLUS.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-3009667554069925420</id><published>2011-05-25T14:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T14:52:14.881+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pa echar unes rises...</title><summary type='text'>Esti vidiu de la plataforma por cataluña tornáronlu al asturiano de coña. Interesante reflexión, non llibre d'humor y candanga. Claro que, como tolo aparente, tamién hai más de lo que parez pues la verdá, d'esistir,  ye cosa polimorfo.






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Un collaciu punxo una breve, pero sustanciosa, reflexión nel so blog, que ya tengo ente los mios sitios más prestosos. Fala del paralelismu ente la película MATRIX y la sociedá asturiano baxo'l mandu del "faccioPSOE", que ye, tamién, otra película. Interesante reflexión que merez una visita pola llectura acertao de lo que diz y, muncho meyor, de lo que non diz. Si vos peta, visitái

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¡Como camuden los tiempos! 
Va ocho años fervollaba'l patiu asturianista con idées d'avance y ganancia, esguedayandose'l personal por algamar más y más cotes de nación. Va a ser que la cosa asturiana nun va per esos caleyos y que la realidá, amás d'inorala, hai que la caltener cuala hemorroide sabichiego. Nestes tamos y va a prestame votar en términos matemáticos, diendo a la gueta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8857739840191154126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8857739840191154126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/05/pilforrismu-panem-et-circenses.html' title='Pilforrismu: Panem et circenses'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ep_dqe5WAY/Tcfb-oBI3oI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3IF6TIyQT7Y/s72-c/cajcos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6464735664604197114</id><published>2011-05-09T11:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:11:54.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascismu Islamista, martiriu Coptu</title><summary type='text'>
Mientres los bienpensantes del primer mundu combalechen col facismu islámicu cola sida de la "tolerancia relixoso", los bederres islámicos asesinen a quienes nun son de la so cuerda. Nesti casu son coptos n'Exiptu, que da la casualidá de que son cristianos pero podríen ser xudíos o budhistes, daría-yos igual.Lo simpático ye llier cómo lo reflexen les noticies de la prensa o les telenoticies </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6464735664604197114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6464735664604197114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/05/fascismu-islamista-martiriu-coptu.html' title='Fascismu Islamista, martiriu Coptu'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/-UKRCoIhSSBQ/Tce7LBVINFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jr4gVAZtYTI/s72-c/gse_multipart46164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-4761188119089073578</id><published>2011-04-04T12:31:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T10:21:16.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Esclavos na Asturies del 2011?</title><summary type='text'>
Toi acabante lleer esti artículu sobre los nuevos esclavos económicos qu'hai n'Asturies y, la verdá, da que pensar lo que pasa mundu alantre pero, sobremanera, lo que pasa na patria del felecho, la cuala nun tá tan alloñada de la inxusticia, eso sí, paradisíaca. 
Ai probe de min, 
ai infelice, 
apurar sielos pretendo...





VIDE: http://lavidaentrevidas.blogspot.com/2011/04/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4761188119089073578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4761188119089073578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/04/esclavos-na-asturies-del-2011.html' title='¿Esclavos na Asturies del 2011?'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Etr4VFUXC2Q/TZmerghuWlI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wOO2ZnKbgU8/s72-c/la-cabana-del-tio-tom-asturies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-1985857438123821725</id><published>2011-02-09T13:07:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:56:48.564+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurobabayismu'/><title type='text'>Homo consumitur sp</title><summary type='text'>Val, ta bien. Somo homes coscientes y pensantes y, ésti, ye'l meyor mundu de los posibles pues, dafechu, otru nun conocemos. Polo menos, con ayuda d'esa cosciencia y pensamientu. Y too ta mui bien hasta que la esistencia humano vien a reducise, cualu ferviatu pasáu d'evaporación, a la burraya de lo económico. Asina,  involucionamos d' Homo sapiens sapiens  a Homo erectus gracies al aspeutu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1985857438123821725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1985857438123821725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/02/homo-consumitur-sp.html' title='Homo consumitur sp'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-678125659460656966</id><published>2011-02-08T14:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:45:17.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neurociencia, Neuropublicidá, Neuro-Sis...</title><summary type='text'>Va tiempu que se fala de camudar el "modelu" productivu. Y de la "economía caltenible". Y de nueu "paradigma económicu". Cuentos y más cuentos. El motor de la perdición ye'l consumu, pero en cuentes d'ello, vese el consumu como motor de progresu. Pero si progresar ye avanzar, hai que tener claro que se pué avanzar tanto p'alantre como p'atrás. ¿A ú vamos consumiendo? Al cagüercu, cierto.

Esti </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/678125659460656966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/678125659460656966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/02/neurociencia-neuropublicida-neuro-sis.html' title='Neurociencia, Neuropublicidá, Neuro-Sis...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-7348402582424588060</id><published>2011-02-01T10:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:02:57.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BASORIA CHINO</title><summary type='text'>

Perru en güesos, pulgues y duviesos.... Diome por dir en cata d’un auricular barato a un atroxaderu chinolandés, y atopelu por 75 céntimos: una mala copia de “Sony”, pero que furrula si curies de cantesar, con cinta pellizo, la unión de cada cable colos respeutivos casquiellos del amplificador de voz. Interesante. Y de la que pasaba per un estante atacao de chirimbolos, reparé nun montonín de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7348402582424588060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7348402582424588060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/02/basoria-chino.html' title='BASORIA CHINO'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/_FLYxRU2aUvU/TUfP55UNYVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/TJK0GlSLpn4/s72-c/basoria%2Bchino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-9144524073264764376</id><published>2011-01-24T12:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:49:52.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I ANDECHA MUSICAL - AUDIOS DE 1978</title><summary type='text'>
Mángovos l’enllaz a un blogue d’un collaciu “alteréguicu” que manga pequeños videos na rede, a mou de pingarates nel café de la vida. Nesti casu, punxo los cancios de la Primer (y pémeque, única) ANDECHA MUSICAL ASTUR, del 14 de xineru de 1978. Como documentu históricu val muncho, como calidá de grabación poco pero ello ya se diz. Amás, hai dalgún comentariu prestosu sobre la época en que se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/9144524073264764376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/9144524073264764376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-andecha-musical-audios-de-1978.html' title='I ANDECHA MUSICAL - AUDIOS DE 1978'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/TT1nSq42syI/AAAAAAAAAZc/X4JB4pIZwuo/s72-c/ANDECHAM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6770850898335350190</id><published>2011-01-18T11:32:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T11:53:14.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vieyera Planificao o el cuentu la bona pipa</title><summary type='text'>AEG Electrolux. Fecho pa tirar, darréu comprar.   Ún de los mitos de la eficiencia, de la calidá, de lo bonable, ye'l productu de manufechura alemano. Pero, claro, como tantos mitos, magar qu'hebio un tiempu qu'ello foi verdá, muncho llovió d'aquello. Agora, los alemanes, polo menos dalgunos de los sos cimeros representantes de bienes de consumu, lo que facturen ye basoria con fecha de caducidá </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6770850898335350190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6770850898335350190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2011/01/vieyera-planificao-o-el-cuentu-la-bona.html' title='Vieyera Planificao o el cuentu la bona pipa'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/TTVt9tWuAiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/q_kvoU81pcg/s72-c/tamborvieyo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-3885773170892749621</id><published>2010-11-26T14:40:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:47:14.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Raros, Disidentes y Hetero...</title><summary type='text'>
Toi acabante lleer esti llibru de RAROS, DISIDENTES Y HETERODOXOS. Pa un playu, ye un placer facer alcordanza de coses qu’apaecen na memoria de los vieyos, o de les que se tienen tracamundiaes na tenyera interior, pola mor los pocos años de conocencia de cuando asocedieron. Talo me pasa cola muerte de Rambal, ún de los misterios menos misteriosos que conozo. El llibru de Pachi Poncela, al rodiu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/3885773170892749621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/3885773170892749621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/11/toi-acabante-lleer-esti-llibru-de-raros.html' title='Raros, Disidentes y Hetero...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/_FLYxRU2aUvU/TO-49Sw39oI/AAAAAAAAAXw/R1UdppUopqk/s72-c/rarosdexixonPORTADA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-7554509550270654533</id><published>2010-11-25T10:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:12:46.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Asturianu que vien...</title><summary type='text'>e
Toi acabante lleer l’intresante llibru de Ramón d’Andrés, L’ASTURIANU QUE VIEN.  Interesante porque va tiempu que naguaba por una especie de “llibru d’estilu”, dalgo que punxera finxos nel camín cotidianu d’escribir la llingua. Lo meyor del llibru ye’l rigor al que mos tien avezao l’autor, esi metasentimientu de cercanía y averamientu al llector, alloñao de la falsa erudición que suel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7554509550270654533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7554509550270654533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/11/lasturianu-que-vien.html' title='L&apos;Asturianu que vien...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/TO4oI2qEugI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vCalcm5zykQ/s72-c/l%2527asturianuquevienPOIRTADA-igua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-2117562580125014082</id><published>2010-11-24T14:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:50:15.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amás de lo evidente...</title><summary type='text'>

Depués de mangar un nuevu cuentín nel blog A ESCURES LLITERARIU, un cuentu ambientáu na guerra fría y nos espíes de cartón-piedra, pues, como vos digo, fecho ello, dame un baltu en coral al ver un anunciu del istitutu asturianu de riesgos llaborales, fecho multillingue.En Rumanu, en Chinu mandarín, moru clásicu y cazurriano. Pero n'asturianu, ren de ren.Son coses del grandor nazionalsozialista </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2117562580125014082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2117562580125014082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/11/amas-de-lo-evidente.html' title='Amás de lo evidente...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/TPEokpxT-9I/AAAAAAAAAX4/WoBqPa4C9EY/s72-c/PRL%2BNUN%2BTIEN%2BFRONTERES-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6358430584303518725</id><published>2010-09-03T12:30:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:46:14.325+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Escuchar. Escuchái</title><summary type='text'>
Veo, y lleo, a xente que se siente pelín fartuco de la vida. O que, cenciellamente, col colar de los años sientense dir “per camín contrario al restu”. Esi restu pué nomase “oveyada” ensin querer con ello minusvalorar el pertenecer a la oveyada ya que pertenecer, o non, a esi exércitu ye dalgo llícito y/o prestoso, según comeniencia personal. En realidá trátase d’afitar la posible esistencia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6358430584303518725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6358430584303518725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/09/escuchar-escuchai.html' title='Escuchar. Escuchái'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/_FLYxRU2aUvU/TIDP06VsAFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/TAyFI_h4ixU/s72-c/default.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-8393371601655039425</id><published>2010-08-19T20:57:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:08:44.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ALTIUS, FORTIUS, CITIUS...</title><summary type='text'>

Mientres elles busquen lo meyor de tolos posibles, ellos esmolecen pol tamañu. Y ye que les muyeres, sigún los homes, claro, tienenlo tamién mui claro. Vamos, que muncho muncho claro. El tamañu importa. Y, sinón, mirai el vidiu que mango darréu:     








     Esperando que se disculpe la falta de sincronía, masque ye un cachu anunciu d'un aparatu espurreminga, la cosa tien miga. A pocu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8393371601655039425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8393371601655039425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/08/altius-fortius-citius.html' title='ALTIUS, FORTIUS, CITIUS...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-3293875973476742017</id><published>2010-08-18T21:12:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:02:18.027+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuontos dell'Veranniu</title><summary type='text'>

Mariqía, "Chuma", de Casumieira   Nu'avvería muichum que dicire si fuera vox populi lla vida de Mariqía de Casumieira, "Chuma", pero num ía ansina. Poro, llos que num ll'aconozam tem de savvere que num ía, sautamenti, llo que parez a simples vistas. Ún aspera muchere formal pero atoupa 'm varracu co faldetu ia fama de bruixa. Mas tudo isto seiría para prau sinum toviere asocedíu llo de lla vaca</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/3293875973476742017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/3293875973476742017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/08/cuontos-dellveranniu.html' title='Cuontos dell&apos;Veranniu'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-5743031350618909432</id><published>2010-08-14T18:46:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:02:42.455+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alderique d'Andariques</title><summary type='text'>



Sigo, prestosu, dalgunos alderiques que veo pela rede. Normalmente s'entamen ente durmientes, y atópolos faltos del fondor esperable ente presuntos adultos qu'escuenden tres ordenadores, xente con cierta vida vivío y esperiencia vario. Grande error, pola mio parte, esperar  cosa dixebrada d'esos durmiyosos. Masque nun soi quien pa xulgar saberes y dicires de xente circustancialmente anónimo, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5743031350618909432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5743031350618909432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/08/alderique-dandariques.html' title='Alderique d&apos;Andariques'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/TGbIyorB_3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/lBgraRagA1A/s72-c/Andarica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-1374716112171956751</id><published>2010-08-09T09:44:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T09:05:20.037+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuentos de pel Branu 2010</title><summary type='text'>



Dende hai un tiempu, razonablemente curtiu, per estes feches mango un cuentín n'Internet. Normalmente ye un trabayu cenciello y ensin otru enfotu que pasar el tiempu. Si con ello daquién reflesionaba  al rodiu la esistencia humano, meyor que meyor. Pero esta vuelta voi rascuñar dalgo neses fondures que  la ciencia diz nun ver pero que,  por embargu, esmolecen a munchos magar creyan, namái </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1374716112171956751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1374716112171956751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/08/cuentos-de-pel-branu-2010.html' title='Cuentos de pel Branu 2010'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/TF-zqI_btUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Corkxgw8kIY/s72-c/verano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-8401716381678581379</id><published>2010-07-26T09:23:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:06:10.357+02:00</updated><title type='text'>æstiva tempora reflectio</title><summary type='text'>


De la qu'oyo, allalantrones, nel xuneteru cielu de Xixón, el runfar de máquines de guerra, camiento no paradóxico de dellos aspeutos de la esistencia. Por exemplu, si faláremos d'un sistema políticu de raigañu nepóticu, factualmente aristocráticu, con barniz formalmente socializante pero realmente dictatorial, describiríemos un sistema de gobiernu pocu acoyedor pal expoxigue de la llibertá </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8401716381678581379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8401716381678581379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/07/stiva-tempora-reflectio.html' title='æstiva tempora reflectio'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/_FLYxRU2aUvU/TE1BzxOHWAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/nzO83eJZU1k/s72-c/aviones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6472197493092107939</id><published>2010-07-22T08:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:08:39.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mann-U-Mittu n'EL COMERCIO de Xixón</title><summary type='text'>L'Editor, que pon perres y tiempu, nuna misión impagable d'esparder la llingua, lo cualo merez pública reconocencia, facilitome la entrevista con E.Carballeira. Lo irónico ye que foi pa salir n'ALITAR ASTURIES, la seición que creamos y dirixí, de baldre,  gracies al trabayu de Conceyu Bable Xixón y el compromisu d'esi gran gallegu que foi el direutor de EL COMERCIO, D. Carantoña Dubert. Y ye que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6472197493092107939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6472197493092107939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/07/mann-u-mittu-nel-comercio-de-xixon.html' title='Mann-U-Mittu n&apos;EL COMERCIO de Xixón'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/TEfsLhlwsrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ozWTmYs_IFo/s72-c/ENTRVISTA+RTKU+PORTADA+VIEYA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6313742854701186522</id><published>2010-06-11T11:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:31:11.568+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcordances y Adioses</title><summary type='text'>

Ellos un día enfotaron no etenro. Fixeron lo propio. Encadarmaron no afayaízo. Y la materia muerto encarnó n'alcordances y adioses. Y cierto fue que los adioses fueron pequeños y les 'alcordances inmenses. Ye lo que trai la vida: persistencia na materia y duelgu-amor n'alma.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6313742854701186522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6313742854701186522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/06/alcordances-y-adioses.html' title='Alcordances y Adioses'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/_FLYxRU2aUvU/TBH-aP1S2EI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xi5STZVzIPo/s72-c/alcordances+y+adioses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6533193386691501481</id><published>2010-05-25T10:33:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:38:41.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentación de la novela MANN-U-MITTU</title><summary type='text'>



El prósimu 14 de xunu del corriente, a les 19 hores, la editorial UNIVERSOS va a presentar n’Uviéu, na sé del Club de Prensa Asturiana  la novela “MANN-U-MITTU Lliendes de l’Asturies Primera”.  Llunes. Bon tiempu. Sol y pación en práu. Pueque nun vaiga naide. Yo, si ta pa bigubañu, eso de dir voi pensalo despacino.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6533193386691501481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6533193386691501481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/05/presentacion-de-la-novela-mann-u-mittu.html' title='Presentación de la novela MANN-U-MITTU'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/S_uNXihpTII/AAAAAAAAAUs/Cxk4djAbcpY/s72-c/club+prensa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-7925979200609341287</id><published>2010-04-09T09:33:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:12:50.472+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por fin MANN-U-MITTU saldrá en llibru</title><summary type='text'>


Hai más de quince años d'un día de sol, un sábadu, que me vieno a la mente la plasmante y vaga idea d'una hestoria mítica de l'Asturies Primera, tan real y plausible como toles idées que se mueven nel campu de posibilidaes de la esistencia (humano o divino). D'aquella internet yera cosa esquisito, cosa de llistes de corréu (como astur-llist), mundu universitariu (grupos de news) y una web </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7925979200609341287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7925979200609341287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-fin-mann-u-mittu-saldra-en-llibru.html' title='Por fin MANN-U-MITTU saldrá en llibru'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/_FLYxRU2aUvU/S77f_xfGSBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/W4jNUqCo4U4/s72-c/mannumitu-PORTADA+VIEYA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-7262952598579139685</id><published>2010-03-01T10:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:20:22.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganaor Acésit VI Edición RELATOS MINEROS</title><summary type='text'>
Ya que tamos nello, pues sí, ganemos otru premiu na variante de Testimoñu Hestóricu. Una atenrecedora hestoria minerista que-y fadrá llorar de murnia, la Peña'l Gatu de pa Blimea... Claro que, hai munches peñes del gatu mundu alantre...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7262952598579139685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7262952598579139685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/03/ganaor-acesit-vi-edicion-relatos.html' title='Ganaor Acésit VI Edición RELATOS MINEROS'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/S4uUmCtKPOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xTZkazVpUrY/s72-c/minerismu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-8624521680045267313</id><published>2010-01-21T15:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:11:59.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NUN ME METER LA MANU EN BOLSU</title><summary type='text'>


Chauchesk Divís, mozu rumanu d'a cuarenta años, antigu sarxentu nel exércitu de Chauchescu, vieno a l'Asturies del Gochu Fartón en cata una vida meyor hai unos cincu años. Tiró los bolos pel aire nel atopu de les cais 17 de... cola avenía... Bono, esa na que taba tol puteríu de Xixón primero de dir pal campu fumbol de Los Fresnos, y too ello pa ganar unos cuartos con que comer caliente na </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8624521680045267313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8624521680045267313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2010/01/nun-me-meter-la-manu-en-bolsu.html' title='NUN ME METER LA MANU EN BOLSU'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/S1hgPCcl5JI/AAAAAAAAATw/TCak3xgpCjI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-4327396807642815858</id><published>2009-09-16T10:58:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:56:12.399+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta a una machista (más)</title><summary type='text'>





Podría callar, dexar pasar: cenciellamente, atender. Mas, como nun soi perfeutu, prefiero meter la cuyar nesi compangu de la modernidá tardofranquista que fain tantes muyeres y homes requisitos, esos que llenen la boca cola pallabra "machista" depués de fartucar cola de "tolerancia". Esos que, nun sé bien cómo nin porqué, tienen vara alta, y potestes abondo, como pa dar la llicencia y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4327396807642815858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4327396807642815858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/09/carta-una-machista-mas.html' title='Carta a una machista (más)'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SrCq3a5IOiI/AAAAAAAAATY/oiiVHAkDuaA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-8189477570835157873</id><published>2009-08-18T19:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:12:54.249+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganador del III CONCURSO DE MICRORRELATOS EN ASTURIANO 'EL HORREO DEL CARBAYEDO'</title><summary type='text'>
La inmodestia nun ye una de les peores faltosidaes cuando vien de la mano de trabayu y enfotu. Sicasí, presta compartir, con otros, trunfos propios cuando, daveres, trátase tamien del trunfu de los otros.Si vos presta, aende vos apurro la direición de la noticia :Ganador del III CONCURSU DE MICRORRELATOS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8189477570835157873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8189477570835157873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/08/ganador-del-iii-concurso-de.html' title='Ganador del III CONCURSO DE MICRORRELATOS EN ASTURIANO &apos;EL HORREO DEL CARBAYEDO&apos;'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SorgTqg2QZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sU0OSINqvas/s72-c/PREMIU+RELATOS+CURTIOS+iguao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-4697363180078727826</id><published>2009-08-12T19:02:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:17:02.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPOSTURES</title><summary type='text'>



La selmana grande de Xixón truxo dos actuaciones interesantes nel mesmu día, una tres otra masque n'ubicaciones dixebraes. Falo de música, de grupos del artisteo. El primeru n'actuar en tiempu foi la trupe cubano del Buenavista Club Social. El segundu, "Celtas Cortos".

Propóngovos trescender el fechu musical pescanciao como pura folixa. Si nos movemos nesi campu, pa gustos hai llámpares y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4697363180078727826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4697363180078727826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/08/impostures.html' title='IMPOSTURES'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SoL2plET0kI/AAAAAAAAATA/OlnfYPcSY5A/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-3120981588671753545</id><published>2009-08-10T11:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:58:16.337+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
L'ESPECTÁCULU SIGUI...

Parte de la esperiencia d'anguaño, ente seres simplayos que nun saben que lo son (pues son durmientes) ya la incapacidá personal d'enfrentar aquéllo que, emocionalmente, nun saben (o nun quieren, siquier dende la incosciencia) remanar. Siendo durmientes ye normal actuar asina. Esto, pa min evidente, trai una infantilización social mui comeniente a los poderes fácticos.

1</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/3120981588671753545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/3120981588671753545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/08/lespectaculu-sigui.html' title=''/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/Sn_tFdb95fI/AAAAAAAAAS4/IYrLF22ZZCo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-5348391668408786913</id><published>2009-08-02T19:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:41:11.878+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Mocedaes de cambéu?</title><summary type='text'>



Nada más prestoso al alma qu'oyer al muzu "intelestual" (y istitucioanal) falar de lo mozo. Tan prestoso foi que cayí de culu al oyer a ún d'esos borócrates del Conseyu de la Mocedá Españolo falar de la "proletarización" de los universitarios. Ya se sabi (y bien lo dixo Aristóteles) que los mozos d'anguaño nun tienen igua polo faltosos que son pa colos vieyos y xente mayoruco, que nun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5348391668408786913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5348391668408786913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/08/mocedaes-de-cambeu.html' title='¿Mocedaes de cambéu?'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SnXMx8mfHwI/AAAAAAAAASw/kWXMpILTqsE/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6786519300879012338</id><published>2009-07-27T20:17:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:25:21.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coses de guah.es</title><summary type='text'>
Nuna reciente conferencia que dí (y que, por cierto, pagáronme bien) nel alderique que s’entamó a la fin de la mesma salió l’asuntu de les envidies y rensíes ente profesionales. Esi ye un tema prestoso de tratar porque duldo permuncho que cualisquier autor, creativu o inventor de la realidá nun tea encarao esi tipu d’amor bastardu que cristaliza n’odiu y tristura.

Ye mui cierto qu’un paisaxe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6786519300879012338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6786519300879012338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/07/coses-de-guahes.html' title='Coses de guah.es'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/Sm3wJWIPKHI/AAAAAAAAASo/2-K_FyjPVww/s72-c/anonimo+diz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-8499843608881883656</id><published>2009-06-28T13:07:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:36:05.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Meyor non xulgar?</title><summary type='text'>




Un sabiu me dixo nun hai tanto que nun m'enxertara na realidá que ye porque, daveres, solo lo parez. Eso quier dicir non xulgar. Nun teniendo tolos datos d'un socesu, balero de xacíu ye enxuicialo. Fácil, ¿acuéi? Pues non tanto.

Mientres un sobreviviente d'una espedición de siete díes a les isles Canaries a bordo d'un "gal" (1) me pinta en gris perla delles rexes de casa pienso no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8499843608881883656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8499843608881883656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/06/meyor-non-xulgar.html' title='¿Meyor non xulgar?'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SkdP7D_X5qI/AAAAAAAAARw/cXTmlomsQ1w/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-7776741074001286516</id><published>2009-06-25T12:18:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:47:03.885+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ARRIBA, COMO ABAXO.</title><summary type='text'>





Sé qu'esistíen. Víalos nos movientes (1) y nun me yeren especialmente tarrecibles. Inda nos fiestos (2) salíemos, guah.es d'aquella, a pidir por ellos, en cata de perres pa coles qu'aperiar bonos fines, ente otros, krishtianalos (3).

Ye lo que trai rellacionase con maracianos. De mano pacíficos hasta qu'un día ves nos movientes lo muncho malo que son, que si violen a les tos muyeres, que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7776741074001286516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7776741074001286516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/06/arriba-como-abaxo.html' title='ARRIBA, COMO ABAXO.'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SkNPcOBD9kI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AMo8e1F8nDY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-4629957027868223595</id><published>2009-06-22T14:22:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:46:48.482+02:00</updated><title type='text'>D'Irán, ma non tornarán</title><summary type='text'>
Más o menos

Anden revolvicos per Irán. N'asturiano ye difícil facer el chiste porque'l nome imposible diba ser "Dirán" y vaiga sabese aú dirán o lo que van dicir. En fin, la hestoria d'esi cachu asiáticu que s'esplayó na canal de TVE conocíu como "La 2" amuesa, una vuelta más, que lo que fai humano al humano nun ye, sátamente, la intelixencia. 

Frente al tiranu, el xá de nome  Mohammad Reza </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4629957027868223595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4629957027868223595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/06/diran-man-non-tornaran.html' title='D&apos;Irán, ma non tornarán'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/_FLYxRU2aUvU/Sj94MpTGVjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/b1w6MsQ92D8/s72-c/1245672683_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-559250097967870675</id><published>2009-05-29T11:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:12:16.327+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿U tan los nenos por nacer?</title><summary type='text'>Llee el cuentín nel A ESCURES lliterariu, calcando equí

http://aescures-llitera.blogspot.com/2009/05/u-tan-los-nenos-que-nun-tuvimos.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/559250097967870675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/559250097967870675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/05/u-tan-los-nenos-por-nacer.html' title='¿U tan los nenos por nacer?'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-352865493785517967</id><published>2009-05-12T08:58:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:32:00.382+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MUERDI L'AUSENCIA</title><summary type='text'>



Los grandes homes nun mos dexen. Bramente, somos nós los que, escaeciendo, sapozámoslos nel tenebríu de Kronos. Y, d'aende, nun los sacará naide que nun sía otros homes más cuidosos de l'alcordanza d'aquéllos que, d'aquella grandes, col tiempu espurren n'imensos.

Mas, mentantu aporta esi intre venturosu del redescubrimientu de la obra fecho, lo cierto ye que la memoria del ausente nun dexa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/352865493785517967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/352865493785517967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/05/muerdi-lausencia.html' title='MUERDI L&apos;AUSENCIA'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SgkhCAFgzII/AAAAAAAAAPI/EUmXnuio-sE/s72-c/en-tu-ausencia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-5487243269001204754</id><published>2009-03-27T08:45:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:32:54.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ÑICIOS</title><summary type='text'>



Hai xente qu'alguarda redentores, señales en cielu y Tierra, camudamientos espectaculares que se traduzan en baturiciu, divilluriu, en suma, xaréu que dea anuncia al pasu d'un nuevu estáu, situación o espeutativa. Paez qu'aquello que tien d'esconsoñar, de xorrascar mentes o vezos na xente común tien de venir a toquíu de bullimientu y, por embargu, nun ye esta la norma de les coses. Los pasos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5487243269001204754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5487243269001204754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/03/nicios.html' title='ÑICIOS'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/ScyFHf0cFkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hs_momzV5i0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-2667993706945965250</id><published>2009-03-15T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:01:42.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai un camín, ente los montes...</title><summary type='text'>Visita el mio llugar lliterariu. Hai un nuevu trabayu calcando equí

http://aescures-llitera.blogspot.com/2009/03/hai-un-camin-ente-los-montes.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2667993706945965250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2667993706945965250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/03/hai-un-camin-ente-los-montes.html' title='Hai un camín, ente los montes...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-447404220348047797</id><published>2009-03-09T10:33:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:02:14.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuru negro nel futuru del negru</title><summary type='text'>




L'exerciciu del poder ye prestoso. Prestoso hasta que te decates de les conscuencies porque, evidente ye, lo uno trai lo otro. Si el poder ye político, pues salvar d'ello autoengañándote con aquello de que gobernar ye elexir. Sicasí, convién tener claro que'l famosu principiu democrático nun inclúi una supuesta impunidá democrático.

Hai un tiempu que tengo contautu con dalgunos negros </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/447404220348047797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/447404220348047797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/03/futuru-negro-nel-futuru-del-negru.html' title='Futuru negro nel futuru del negru'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SbTi5aqoslI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-0jjrGVHG2Q/s72-c/negru+a+tierra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-5522201990325882870</id><published>2009-01-15T12:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:12:55.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dios ye bono...</title><summary type='text'>


Tengo una opinión


Una campaña británico; de xente fartuco de propaganda evanxelisto, hai tiempu punxo a correr peles cais de Londinun, en pose provocativo y exerciciu de publicidá, una frase inxenioso, una cosa asina como que "pueque Dios nun esista, se feliz". Esta pose xustificativa, en llugar y tiempu determinao, garráronla pelos pelos los autonomaos "ateos" pa facer publicidá interesoso </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5522201990325882870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5522201990325882870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/01/dios-ye-bono.html' title='Dios ye bono...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SW8aIJm8OHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/a6cAL3DVjgw/s72-c/7f928b1038e5a385f8d70413c6fcd423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-5216891616112138039</id><published>2009-01-02T13:15:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:36:29.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>En nome de los SORDO...</title><summary type='text'>

...digo patria, pero ¿cuála?

Y, por embargu, embargáu de señaldá, emociona baxo los alcuerdos de la tierra ausente.

Los Sordo, moriscos espulsos del paraísu andalusí, caltienen l'arguyu y la raza de ser hispano-andalusíes nun movimientu de dignidá inteleutual porque son más españoles que los españoles masque lleven espulsaos de so casa va pa cuatrocientos años por razones probes y un rei de </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=54aa28477eca09b7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5216891616112138039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5216891616112138039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2009/01/en-nome-de-los-sordo.html' title='En nome de los SORDO...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SV4FyVQfYBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/h6gXP3pyk5M/s72-c/al-andalus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-4638350523797258658</id><published>2008-12-26T14:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:29:42.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IDEALES</title><summary type='text'>



La medida del home son los sos ideales. La so perdición, la ideoloxía. De xuro que tamién tien idées y, cómo non, dotrina, pero ye esi borrinosu conceutu qu'implica camín de perfeción hacia un fin noble el que lu elleva perriba la mondicia y basoria emocional y material en que-y presta esllamargar.



Los "Ideales", na posguerra incivil española, yeren una marca de tabacu malo, de picadura </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4638350523797258658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4638350523797258658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/12/ideales.html' title='IDEALES'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SVTbrgf48EI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FaPrbZkinZg/s72-c/Image1619.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-5178796999857443391</id><published>2008-12-23T17:26:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:44:43.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aforrando Miseries</title><summary type='text'>



Anden (dalgunos) funcionarios del Principéu esmolecíos por nun tener esti añu la tradicional xinta de navidá que se facía'l vienres qu'antecedía a la fiesta de la (aproximao) muerte del iviernu. Esti añu la cosa yera dar exemplu, dixeron los políticos, pues consacaba mui mal la crisis económico cola folixa de los trabayaores de l'alministración autonómico. Ta bien.

Cuando 'l yá xubiláu Juan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5178796999857443391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5178796999857443391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/12/aforrando-miseries.html' title='Aforrando Miseries'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SVESPa5UPMI/AAAAAAAAANo/Yimigyc9eVE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-7205667859593191506</id><published>2008-12-15T14:04:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:34:09.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUSÁLITAS</title><summary type='text'>


Causalidá, causalidá. Tienes el nome crudo del préstamu llatino. Acútesmos de contino, per dayuri, enantes, agora y, de xuro, mañana. Los inorantes camúdente'l nome. Los matemáticos imaxinen elegantes comprendories que t'igualen n'ecuaciones de muncha enxundia. Muncho y bono fais. Muncho amueses y pocos te pescancien. Naide nun atalante esa filera de socesos que desafueguen nel fechu que marca</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7205667859593191506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7205667859593191506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/12/causalitas.html' title='CAUSÁLITAS'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SUZWIzB1lMI/AAAAAAAAANg/6V5abKLWp4o/s72-c/CAUSALIDAD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-1477406286229889008</id><published>2008-12-09T09:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:57:16.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Negral</title><summary type='text'>SENEGAL, mon amour


Pap, negru de la negritú sah.ariano, prietu neto que'l carbón que train los reis magos a los nenos revolvicos, que vio partir cayucos camín de zapaterolandia y aportar noticies , a mamplén, de collacios afogaos na salmoria primordial, nun pescancia les causes de la cosa. La cosa llámase tar equí, n'Europa, viviendo la velea de ser refugáu pola antigua metrópoli, Francia, y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1477406286229889008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1477406286229889008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/12/sem-negral.html' title='Sem Negral'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/ST4uI1wd2tI/AAAAAAAAANQ/F1w4AhtQ7yE/s72-c/prietu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-1794012556559897643</id><published>2008-10-20T09:40:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:56:59.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Vivi vida bono?</title><summary type='text'>
Pues diba en cata couses y atoupei esto

http://www.scribd.com/doc/7401827/Vivi-una-bona-Vida</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1794012556559897643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1794012556559897643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/10/vivi-bona-vida.html' title='¿Vivi vida bono?'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SPw2vns-oeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qmYzKG1SCRA/s72-c/8937305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-1216831099015978608</id><published>2008-07-04T14:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:05:15.897+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Autonomía Universitario o Impunidá?</title><summary type='text'>
¿Autonomía Universitario o Impunidá?

Ye curioso qu’una camada parásitos universitarios (nesti casu de la facultá filoloxía uvieína) invoquen el mitu de la autonomía uiversitaria pa tapar la vergoña de sufrir el reproche social polos sos propios comportamientos corporativos, gremiales y endogámicos. La cosa nun va, daveres, de si l’asturiano sí o l’asturiano non, sinon, meyor, de lluches de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1216831099015978608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1216831099015978608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/07/autonoma-universitario-o-impunid.html' title='¿Autonomía Universitario o Impunidá?'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SG4RRcR2h7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LfwRMV3zFks/s72-c/844702766X%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-11624612819350797</id><published>2008-06-17T08:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:20:05.291+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El Cazaor de Cordobeyos</title><summary type='text'>Dir al A ESCURES LLITERARIU
http://aescures-llitera.blogspot.com/2008/06/el-cazaor-de-cordobeyos.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/11624612819350797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/11624612819350797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/06/el-cazaor-de-cordobeyos.html' title='El Cazaor de Cordobeyos'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-2418214738627799338</id><published>2008-05-19T11:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:00:54.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ACQUA RUGIA</title><summary type='text'>Dir a http://aescures-llitera.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2418214738627799338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2418214738627799338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/05/acqua-rugia.html' title='ACQUA RUGIA'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-8185638720983260409</id><published>2008-05-15T10:15:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:24:52.709+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Campaña de Renta 2007</title><summary type='text'>



Dicía una canción canciada en blanco y negro....
...Yo sí. Yo sí
Yo sí como pataques...



A estes altures de la vida, lo que val dicir de la conocencia, puedo maxinar un mundu ensin Dios. Cuando faigo esta reflesión énte simplayos, fainme la gracieta d'aplaudir coles oreyes lo cualo, como númberu de circu, ye mui meritorio. Ellos nun saben que lo son y, poro, nun hai tacha dalguna que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8185638720983260409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8185638720983260409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/05/campaa-de-renta-2007.html' title='Campaña de Renta 2007'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SCvxU6kL4DI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6mPwEc72BhM/s72-c/renta-2007-programa-ayuda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-7166517576954545308</id><published>2008-05-11T19:55:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:00:10.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ventinueve güelpes en costazu...¡¡29!!</title><summary type='text'>
SELMANA DE LES LLETRES ASTURIANES 2008 
Debo dicilo mas, ¿cómo lo dicir? La pose ye la siguiente: hai qu'entrugase si paga la pena, si la verdá bramente llibera, si la indiferencia da, o non, esa estraña sosiega frutu de puntual y comeniente encarabecimientu de neurona. ¿Cómo lo dicir? Fácil: digámoslo con palabres.

Baxé del cercaníes a les siete y diez de la tardi cola muyer y el vieyu Antón, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7166517576954545308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7166517576954545308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/05/ventinueve-gelpes-en-costazu29.html' title='Ventinueve güelpes en costazu...¡¡29!!'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SCc0MKkL3_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/BwiAIWQYBio/s72-c/P5090015-PONIMELU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-7956374347029843166</id><published>2008-05-06T14:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:06:21.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Quien saca porgüeyu?</title><summary type='text'>
Mui cómodu nesti requexu de la nada, gloriando les ventaxes d'una sociedá apellidada democrático, bien alimentáu, meyor istruíu. Privilexáu de dones y daos, amores y arumes, saberes y dicires. Enfarxopetáu de sobeya disculpable, (aquélla que t'acute no irracional de la comparanza y el xuiciu), miro la pantalla d'un llonxanu televisor catódicu. Que me trai semexes d'inxusticia. De fame gollono. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7956374347029843166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7956374347029843166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/05/quien-saca-porgeyu.html' title='¿Quien saca porgüeyu?'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/SCFh8jiTPDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MkZm05QX-e8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-3608318770052620231</id><published>2008-04-04T11:39:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:35:19.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminis-MAO TSE TUNG</title><summary type='text'>

Pa la China maoísta la igualdá yera cosa cimero; poro, virtú revolucionario que caltener a costafecha. El modelu igualitario esborrió ‘l xéneru. De homes y muyeres pasóse en China a esistir namái hermanos y hermanes. Ta claro que les relaciones sexuales entamaron a ser, mutans mutandi, incestuoses. Toa una xeneración chinoso anda güei amalada sexualmente. Fortunosamente, y como mui bien s’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/3608318770052620231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/3608318770052620231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/04/feminis-mao-tse-tung.html' title='Feminis-MAO TSE TUNG'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/R_oGJs6eueI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QqGC1SpjPwo/s72-c/MAOin.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6186614512059811846</id><published>2008-02-14T09:59:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:17:00.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vildu y dixebráu ¡cela m'a peur!</title><summary type='text'>

Taba na torre marfileño na qu’avezo posar, alendando del duru llabor de la vida cotidiano, cuando oyo llamentos de vildos separtaos, matrimonios dixebraos por falta ciñu y otres coses. “¡Coño!” dixi, Baxé cuidosu tirando de parapente (lo malo de tar na mio torre marfileño ye que nun tien pasera pa baxar) y atopeme con esto:
http://noticias.juridicas.com/articulos/40-Derecho%20Laboral/200802-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6186614512059811846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6186614512059811846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/02/vildu-y-dixebru-cela-ma-peur.html' title='Vildu y dixebráu ¡cela m&apos;a peur!'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/R7QD-WXJzPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yBaJTUuXfU8/s72-c/la-viudez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-286720078310437413</id><published>2008-02-04T11:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:19:44.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LAURA NUN TA, LAURA COLÓ...</title><summary type='text'>



Esta mañana sorprendiome un nuevu cartelu na paré de plástico que, de frente, me dixebra de la cabina del conductor del convoi ferroso. Ellí, apegada baxo un cientu cartelos amortizaos, Laura Glez, bermellona toa, sorríe pidiéndome ‘l votu pa izquierda xunida. Dizme la moza, con muncha poesía y sorrillosa que tranquilu, que con ella vo dir seguru, que na siguiente (supongo que curva) xire a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/286720078310437413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/286720078310437413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/02/laura-nun-ta-laura-col_04.html' title='LAURA NUN TA, LAURA COLÓ...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/R6bjAqb4jnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lnfcOG5Ylwg/s72-c/laura_glez_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-9003226747237584506</id><published>2008-01-21T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:30:33.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERVIVENCIA Y INMUTABILIDA ESPERIENCIAL</title><summary type='text'>LES COSTANTES DE SUPERVIVENCIA Y INMUTABILIDA ESPERIENCIAL

Como toos, neto que culu tamién tengo una opinión sobre el sentíu de la vida. Y una teoría sobre lo que, dafechu, ye la esistencia. Pero ye difícil desplicalo ensin acudir a la masuñada historia del home pues, yá se sabi, caún de los caciques féxola al so petite cuando-y cuadró.
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Cuantísima allá, ello yera </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/9003226747237584506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/9003226747237584506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2008/01/les-costantes-de-supervivencia-y.html' title='SUPERVIVENCIA Y INMUTABILIDA ESPERIENCIAL'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/R5Rsp3jPegI/AAAAAAAAADM/7fZrBAwz62w/s72-c/ape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-9132154086535756397</id><published>2007-12-17T09:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:13:20.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMISTÁ</title><summary type='text'>


Depués d’años d’años ocurrióseme saludar a un collaciu apurriendo-y un mensaxe a una direición que nun sabía si inda taba correuto o operativo. Los años train munches coses, ente elles, l’esbarrumbe d’axendes y tópicos. Pa mio sorpresa recibí contestación y datos. Datos doliosos de carnes en igua y güesos francíos por inxeniu mecánicu. El mensax trescalaba un ciertu aire de muerte incompleto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/9132154086535756397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/9132154086535756397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/12/amist.html' title='AMISTÁ'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/R2ZeS3jPefI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PjsnrnVA2ME/s72-c/x1pprlnjjrlbjuua3boqqtlvs4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-2606071835397730405</id><published>2007-11-23T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T14:24:33.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talante</title><summary type='text'>
22-11-2007
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SOBERBIOSOS


La “dómina” del presidente Aznar pueque mos truxera un ciertu intentu d’aggiormanentu na autoestima española pero, coses del poder, nin lo supo vender nin desapegase del síndrome autista qu’amala a cuantos cain nes garres del poder políticu añeráu nel palaciu de La Moncloa.

Siguiendo’l mesmu camín qu’aquél que denomen “facista” los </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2606071835397730405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2606071835397730405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/talante.html' title='Talante'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/R0aEqj9wlZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mZQ_RFt4zck/s72-c/soberbia-FD1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-2705543561243943600</id><published>2007-11-21T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:27:59.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PODER, DUCE AMARGUEZA MORTAL</title><summary type='text'>21-11-2007
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PODER, PODER.
SIEMPRE Y MÁS... 


Freud afitó lo sexual como motor del ánima (humana) pero cuido que, como yá dixi notra ocasión, ye otra cosa el motor d’esta especie animal, cruce ente lo dañible y lo prescindible.


La quintaesencia del ánima, esi elementu misteriosu que camuda plombu n’oru, curiosa sostancia, incoloro, ingoloro, incomible, intocable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2705543561243943600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2705543561243943600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/21-11-2007-poder-poder.html' title='PODER, DUCE AMARGUEZA MORTAL'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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/_FLYxRU2aUvU/R0PvFD9wlWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HjZzBZmn4b4/s72-c/poder.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-1964552757702588685</id><published>2007-11-17T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:49:58.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GRÁNDOLA</title><summary type='text'>16.11.2007
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Grándola ¿úla?


Vilo.


Cabo 'l pasu a nivel, el tren de los Caminhos de Ferro do Norte movía llento, zarapicando, de la qu' esbrexaba trabayero sobre maliguaos carrilos afincaos en travieses de carbayu añoso. La máquina de gasóleu arrastraba vagones de tercera con della xente axitando banderes pertueses y otres, solo bermeyes. Esi 27 d’abril l’aire traía</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1964552757702588685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/1964552757702588685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/grndola.html' title='GRÁNDOLA'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-3591317558676822566</id><published>2007-11-16T08:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T09:28:10.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LLIBRU 3 D'EL GARRAPIELLU"</title><summary type='text'>




16-11-2007

&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;PRESENTACIÓN DEL VOLUME 3


DE CUENTOS DE LA TERTULIA CULTURAL

"EL GARRAPIELLU" 



Ayeri tuvi na llibrería "ALBORÁ" de Xixón pa la presentación del llibru recopilatoriu de los premios de la Tertulia Cultural “El Garrapiellu”. Tratábase del númberu 3, que recueye los premios dende l’añu 2003 al 2006. Tenía de tar porque, grandonismu mediante y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/3591317558676822566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/3591317558676822566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/llibru-3-del-garrapiellu.html' title='LLIBRU 3 D&apos;EL GARRAPIELLU&quot;'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLYxRU2aUvU/Rz7n0j9wlSI/AAAAAAAAABY/l_4Qf-3UcF0/s72-c/cuent_curtios2.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-5948641975134707664</id><published>2007-11-08T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:45:26.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HIPNOSIS DIARIO</title><summary type='text'>07.11.2007
Hipnosis diarioParte de la hipnosis diario consiste na audicion, visión y asunción d’una mesma opinión, normalmente ayeno, qu’acaba sintiéndose como propio. Opinión gomitao polos medios de comunicación y piñerao por confesaes adscripciones ideolóxiques que busquen saldar cuentes pendientes o afitar privilexos. En realidá siento que na sociedá hai una llinia argumental de baxu perfil, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5948641975134707664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5948641975134707664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/hipnosis-diaria_08.html' title='HIPNOSIS DIARIO'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-4029421781930690704</id><published>2007-11-08T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:58:59.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ENA ARRIBADA VI....</title><summary type='text'>22.09.2007  De carángana, bilordios, mermures y pescardos 
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Esta vuelta nun fui más sé que pescardos y coru d’adoratrices yeren los mesmos. Sí. Les mesmes cares, de fondes engurries, a pelo canu o tintu, con aburrición pa fartucar, de güeyos vidriosos por tiempu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4029421781930690704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4029421781930690704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/ena-arribada-vi.html' title='ENA ARRIBADA VI....'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-525306083151971165</id><published>2007-11-08T11:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:01:36.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'ARRIBADA '07</title><summary type='text'>18.09.2007

Mundu Perfeutibilis
 Daveres yera atenrecedor (que non tarrecedor) ver y oyer la ponencia na mesa de la sidra. N’Arribada sonó la señardá d’aquellos amos del primordiu revolvicu asturianista, güei atoxigaos de gota, canes y poques ganes. Oyer echar la culpa a la nomenklatura sozialista, a la FeSeA y a la camada fíos de puta de políticos del 68 que hoi estren, nepotica y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/525306083151971165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/525306083151971165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/arribada-07.html' title='L&apos;ARRIBADA &apos;07'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-5081230035996393499</id><published>2007-11-08T11:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:05:35.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTRUGA</title><summary type='text'>14.09.2007

Acaben les vacaciones y sigui la xente enfotao con cazurros radikales y babayaes de politica-fictio. Prueba de que la estupidez masificao ye inmune a Mr Propper... Ye lo qu'hai. Sicasí acabo alcordame que...
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...Mio muyer entrugábame na nueche d’hai unes feches el porqué de tar señardosa por nun pertenecer, agora, a una asociación d’esporpolle espiritual de la que foi miembru. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5081230035996393499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5081230035996393499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/entruga.html' title='ENTRUGA'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-4133220966263830945</id><published>2007-11-08T11:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:22:09.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UN BIEYU</title><summary type='text'>28.08.2007

Ye un cuentu con munchu kuentu"Un bieyu “dicíu” tibetanu (ke de xurum ía falsum) diz ke ye imposivle andar al sol y nun pisar la solombra. Poro, como na nobelona de Jemingüai, nun entrugues por kién voltien les campánules, ke lo fain por ún mesmu, vovín.
Ista polémica de bran de d’Humbertín, la Lola y la non-sé-kién más, parez k’eskonsoñó l’espurríu pigazu agostiegu y enkumóu a una </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4133220966263830945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4133220966263830945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/un-bieyu.html' title='UN BIEYU'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-519108414858255607</id><published>2007-11-08T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:01:49.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ROSA</title><summary type='text'>24.08.2007

 ROSA 

Como davezu, paso pente un cardume xente con cara enfocicáo, durmiyoso o ausente. Como la viaxera que pon RENFE esta vuelta ye la piqueña sé que vo socializar. Unos minutos depués apruz del prietu horizón d’agostiegu agostu el convoi. Y siéntome énte una moza cromatizada toa en tonos rosa. Al intre vienome la semeya de la cabera sesión d’Eurovisión pa Yugoeslavia nun añu que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/519108414858255607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/519108414858255607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/rosa.html' title='ROSA'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-8224418617758520017</id><published>2007-11-08T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:59:52.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AEQUALITAS</title><summary type='text'>20.07.2007  Un afortunáu anunciu de xuéu de mesa punxo de moda el que s’aceutara al pulpu como animal de compaña. Pero ta claro que naide va a tenelu como talu na vida real sino, meyor con patatines o a la gallega, como sabrosu alimentu. Pues lo de la igualdá home-muyer, creéime, va por esi camín.

Anguaño s’impón un pensamientu únicu al respective, un nuevu paradigma que dixebra, aparentemente, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8224418617758520017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8224418617758520017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/aequalitas.html' title='AEQUALITAS'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-5670075712401943347</id><published>2007-11-08T10:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:57:51.267+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CUENTOS DE PEL BRANU 2007</title><summary type='text'>19.07.2007

Procuro mangar un cuentiquín tolos branos. Aende va ún. Que vos preste.

Cuentos de pel branu. 2007
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EL VIEYU SABIU
Yera d’aquella un home vieyu y sabiu. Vieyu porque yá facía tiempu que peñaba ñeve, y sabiu porque teníase por feliz poseedor de rempuestes a esperables entrugues. Y nesta iguadura taba l’home, asina pagáu de la so ciencia y poca </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5670075712401943347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5670075712401943347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/cuentos-de-pel-branu-2007.html' title='CUENTOS DE PEL BRANU 2007'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-577761711366169875</id><published>2007-11-08T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:55:01.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Y, TAMIÉN, POR GÜEVOS...</title><summary type='text'>17.07.2007

 Y tamién diba  por güevos....

...Y siguió esti asturianista d’IU falándome de la desmovilización de la xente, de lo poco que se podía facer cuando nin participaba nin s’esperaba que lo fuera facer. Acordié con élli que ye cierto que somos mui cómodos pero, claro, ¿cómo inorar, tamién, los mecanismos de control políticu y social?
Ún de los meyores inventos de control social dende la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/577761711366169875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/577761711366169875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/y-tamin-por-gevos.html' title='Y, TAMIÉN, POR GÜEVOS...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-5994703060677386641</id><published>2007-11-08T10:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:53:13.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DIBA POR PAN...</title><summary type='text'>16.07.2007

Cuntábame un asturianista desembarcáu n’IU que lo del nacionalismu (asturianu) yera un espeyismu. Que bona xente dexose caltriar osmóticamente por idées importaes, acidanes y ayenes. Home, paiciome daqué desaxerao. Cierto que lo de idées ayenes, acidanes y importaes nun dexa de ser daqué cosa predicable de too pues tolo que sabemos, ya inda lo que maxinamos, suel fundir raigaños n’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5994703060677386641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/5994703060677386641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/diba-por-pan.html' title='DIBA POR PAN...'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-2270187225443341887</id><published>2007-11-08T10:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:51:09.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ABLAYANTE</title><summary type='text'>16.07.2007

 Ablayante     Ablayante. Eso ye. Camines pel filu l'escobiu vital. A ún lláu un sotanviu. Al otru, lo valero. Y esi filu ye tan estrencho qu'eches les coraes pela boca en caminándolu. Ellos dicin: "¡entaína!". Tu pienses: "yá valió".     Lleguesti hasta equí porque yera lo esperable. Lo previsible. Lo posible. Lo estocásticamente  impecable. Pero non. Nun fue que la escoyeta fuera </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2270187225443341887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/2270187225443341887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/ablayante.html' title='ABLAYANTE'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6272382116089299221</id><published>2007-11-08T10:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:48:58.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ELLA DIZ</title><summary type='text'>06.07.2007Publicar entrada

 Ella diz “confío en tol mundu”. Y eso, porqué lo negar, parez razonable. Pero les coses dicin otra cosa.

Ella tá n’enxitu. Les obres de la casa fueron un dexastre y anda a pleitos col costructor. El peritu del informe que tien de presentar al xulgáu ye un pirabán. L’abogáu que contratare, un manta y, pa enriba, llevó dos bolses de ropa a la tintorería pa llimpiar y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6272382116089299221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6272382116089299221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/ella-diz.html' title='ELLA DIZ'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-8009876396154618817</id><published>2007-11-08T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:45:29.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PREXUICIOS</title><summary type='text'>20.06.2007
Que la mentira tien curties les pates ye cosa bien cierto. Pero, con selo, nun dexa ún de plasmár cuando eso que llamo “l’universu” encárgase de facételo rescamplante. La esperiencia foi la cellebración de los 25 años de graduación como biólogu. Depués d’esquerir dayures la comisión organizaor en cata la xente escabarriao tres tantos años de vida, tuvi l’alcuentru con ún de los mozos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8009876396154618817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/8009876396154618817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/prexuicios.html' title='PREXUICIOS'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-6609530233547861293</id><published>2007-11-08T10:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T12:07:23.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBERTAS SUPREMA LEX</title><summary type='text'>11.06.2007

“Libertas suprema lex esto” 
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Ye frecuente que me lleáis esta frase llatino que me presta pola vida. Arromendando a ún d’aquellos “decenviri” (puéque míticos) que fixeren la llei de les doce tables, (orixe y gloria del derechu consuetudinariu romanu que cristalizaría no que güei llamamos civil) ordeno a la llibertá </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6609530233547861293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/6609530233547861293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/11.html' title='LIBERTAS SUPREMA LEX'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-816791205906604926</id><published>2007-11-08T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:40:36.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RARU, RARU, RARU....</title><summary type='text'>08.06.2007

DE TIEMPOS Y POESÍA
 Nestos tiempos de relativismu éticu, de dineru razonablemente fácil y d’otres munches coses que xulgo nun paga la pena recordar quiero reflesionar sobre la confianza del home na vida mesma. Falo (o quiero facelo) dende un puntu vista abstrauto y pasablemente aséptico.

D’un tiempu p’acá nun veo confianza nos güeyos de xente que cruzo na cai. La confianza na vida </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/816791205906604926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/816791205906604926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/raru-raru-raru.html' title='RARU, RARU, RARU....'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-73749603124162556</id><published>2007-11-08T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:39:54.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BIÓLOGU D'A 25</title><summary type='text'>04.06.2007


Cabu d’años, venticincu  =======================    ¿Vistis, dacuando, una fola  frañer toa engafentada  el banzáu que la separta  de la tierra que-y namora?     Asina ye la XI, camarada.  Vida primero y más nada.    El vienres tuvi l’allegría de volveme inda más mozo de lo que yá soi. La XI promoción de biólogos aconceyamos na facultá del Cristu pa gloriar del tiempu y los collacios</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/73749603124162556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/73749603124162556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/bilogu-da-25.html' title='BIÓLOGU D&apos;A 25'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-4059031861945708762</id><published>2007-11-08T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:37:34.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CUMPLEAÑOS</title><summary type='text'>31.05.2007

 Aprovechando que’l conveniu reconozme díes particulares, garré ún pal cumpleaños. Nací (emplegando’l verbu cabalmente como transitivu) a les 8 la mañana y propunxome la muyer recibir un masaxe metamórficu a eses hores. Ye evidente que nun diba llegar a tiempu al tayu así que dicho y fecho. El día de nacencia de ún ye bien misterioso, si abres les entendederes y el terapéuta que te </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4059031861945708762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/4059031861945708762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/cumpleaos.html' title='CUMPLEAÑOS'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8855772815823899973.post-7885876485389845950</id><published>2007-11-08T09:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:36:08.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CUENTU FUTURIBLE</title><summary type='text'>29.05.2007

Pídinme que valore les pasaes elleciones autonómiques. Bono, ya fíxi ello, sucintamente, y de forma anónimo pues nun ye cosa empapizar al personal. Pero yá que me lo demanden de papu sanu, voi facelo en términos de tiempu. La forma más fácil de saber cuánto cuesten les coses, amás del so valor intrínsecu o por comparanza con otres d’asemeyada naturaleza, ye reduciles a dineru. Los </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7885876485389845950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8855772815823899973/posts/default/7885876485389845950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aescures.blogspot.com/2007/11/electio-2007.html' title='CUENTU FUTURIBLE'/><author><name>Costante Álvarez</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></entry></feed>
