Včeraj smo praznovali Sarin rojstni dan in ker je sama pol slovenka pol srbkinja je žur bil podoben mešanici vsega z okusom Španije seveda. Na žuru torej ni manjkalo prave guča-muzike in rakije, jaz sem prispevala eno dobro solato iz ajdove kaše (mater mi je ratalo, hvala Nini in mami za pomoč - cyber kuhanje, hehe), imeli smo Švedsko torto in pravo Galicijsko queimado, ki je pa itak specialiteta svoje vrste (zadnja slika in video).
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Conxuro
Mouchos, coruxas, sapos e bruxas.
Demos, trasnos e dianhos, espritos das nevoadas veigas.
Corvos, pintigas e meigas, feitizos das mencinheiras.
Pobres canhotas furadas, fogar dos vermes e alimanhas.
Lume das Santas Companhas, mal de ollo, negros meigallos, cheiro dos mortos, tronos e raios.
Oubeo do can, pregon da morte, foucinho do satiro e pe do coello.
Pecadora lingua da mala muller casada cun home vello.
Averno de Satan e Belcebu, lume dos cadavres ardentes, corpos mutilados dos indecentes, peidos dos infernales cus, muxido da mar embravescida.
Barriga inutil da muller solteira, falar dos gatos que andan a xaneira, guedella porra da cabra mal parida.
Con este fol levantarei as chamas deste lume que asemella ao do inferno, e fuxiran as bruxas acabalo das sas escobas, indose bańar na praia das areas gordas.
Oide, oide! os ruxidos que dan as que non poden deixar de queimarse no agoardente, quedando asi purificadas.
E cando este brebaxe baixe polas nosas gorxas, quedaremos libres dos males da nosa ialma e de todo embruxamento.
Forzas do ar, terra, mar e lume, a vos fago esta chamada: si e verdade que tendes mais poder que a humana xente, eiqui e agora, facede cos espritos dos amigos que estan fora, participen con nos desta queimada.
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Owls, barn owls, toads and witches.
Evil demons and devils, spirits of the snowy plains.
Crows, salamanders and sorceresses, the spells of the quack doctors.
Rotten, hole-ridden canes, worm holes and lairs of vermin.
Fire of the souls in torment, the evil eye, black spells, the smell of the dead, thunder and lightning.
Dog's bark, portents of death; satyr's snout and rabbits foot.
The sinful tongue of the harridan wife of an old man.
Hell of Satan and Beelzebub, the fire of burning corpses, the mutilated bodies of the wretched, farts from hellish arses, the roar of the raging sea.
Barren womb of the single mother, the miaowing of cats on heat, mangy and filthy hair of the ill-begotten goat.
With this ladle I will raise the flames of this hell-like fire, and the witches will flee on their broomsticks, to bathe on the fat-pebbled beach.
Hear, hear! The howls of those who burn in the aguardiente and thereby purify themselves.
And when this brew runs down our throats, we will be free of all the sins of our soul and of all witchcraft.
Forces of air, earth, sea and fire, I make this call to you: if it be true that you have more power then man, here and now, make the spirits of the friends who have departed share this quiemada with us.
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