Browsing All posts tagged under »Galicia«

The Jesús Manifesto.

February 7, 2014

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I’ve been spending a lot of time riding the ferry back and forth between the city and Cangas lately, staring out at the Ria de Vigo, watching the two coastlines symbiotically approach and recede, and wrestling with Diego‘s YUGEN post from several months back. Maybe El Moro‘s just on a higher plane – drifting in […]

El Celta Permanece de Primera.

June 3, 2013

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Well, Saturday the season came down to a brutal, gut-wrenching finish with every Celtista wondering if the end would be one of tragedy or schadenfreude, as Celta’s hopes of remaining in the first division were pinned to two separate events conspiring for our glory: Celta de Vigo had to defeat Espanyol, and Gallego arch-rivals Deportivo […]

Radio Saudade: Episode 10 – Live from Vigo!

March 30, 2012

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Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) Walt Whitman, Song of Myself Another episode, another guest – and tonight the guest is me, Disko Baloba, chilling in the piso of the one and only Jesús Ibáñez in Vigo, Galiza, EU on my way back from my home […]

Surf GZ (English)

May 20, 2011

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What is it that attracts us to the sea? Why does it call all of us? Is it that it reminds us of our primordial origin? Is it our very cells or DNA that turns our consciousness toward the oceans? Perhaps it is its insurmountable immensity that which reminds us of the unarguable insignificance of […]

Surf GZ (español)

May 20, 2011

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¿Qué es esto que nos atrae al mar? ¿Por qué nos llama a todos? ¿Es que nos acuerda de nuestro origen primordial? ¿Son nuestras células mismas o nuestro ADN que nos dirige las conciencias hacia los océanos? Quizás es su insuperable inmensidad, la que nos recuerda de la indiscutible insignificancia del ego humano, y por […]

La Mañana Perfecta: Vigo, Samil, el Vao y Toralla.

April 8, 2011

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Galiza

April 8, 2011

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Galiza La raíz de la que la piedra florece, y brotan salvajes y verdes la tierra y el musgo, lengua y mar. Los vientos paren soledades y siembran fuerza, y del espíritu y el olor de sal se manifiestan feroces e invisibles saudades, que como las lluvias inagotables limpian el aire y despejan los cielos.