#galician

[yvanspijk]

Galactic latte

The English words galaxy and latte are etymologically related. Galaxy stems from the Ancient Greek word for 'milk', gála, which has the same Proto-Indo-European ancestor as Latin lactem, which became latte in Italian.

The Milky Way was named after its milky glowing band in the night sky. Galaxy used to mean 'Milky Way', but it became a word for any star system when it turned out ours is not the only one in the universe.

[useless-catalanfacts]

Sweden saying they'll vote against allowing the use of Catalan, Basque and Galician in the European Union Parliament because "there's lots of minority languages and we can't allow them all" is so funny because CATALAN HAS MORE SPEAKERS THAN SWEDISH

Catalan is the 13th most spoken language in the EU. It has more than 10 million speakers, which means it has more speakers than other languages that are already official EU languages like Maltese (530,000), Estonian (1.2 million), Latvian (1.5 million), Irish (1.6 million), Slovene (2.5 million), Lithuanian (3 million), Slovak (5 million), Finnish (5.8 million), Danish (6 million), Swedish (10 million), and Bulgarian (10 million).

Neither Galician (3 million) nor Basque (750,000) would still be the least spoken languages to be allowed in the EU representative bodies.

But even if any of them did, so what? Why do speakers of smaller languages deserve less rights than those of bigger languages? How are we supposed to feel represented by the EU Parliament when our representatives aren't even allowed to speak our language, but the dominant groups can speak theirs?

It all comes down to the hatred of language/cultural diversity and the belief that it's an inconvenience, that only the languages of independent countries have any kind of value while the rest should be killed off. After all, isn't that what Sweden has been trying to do to the indigenous Sami people for centuries?

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As cantareiras no dia das letras galegas

[tinyuglyworld]

Woman in traditional clothing from Acoruña, Galicia, Spain

[gwendolynlerman]

Meals in Romance Languages

This post was inspired by my confusion over dinar (Catalan) and dîner (French), which respectively mean “lunch” and “dinner/lunch” (depending on the country).

I included the main Romance languages, as well as the co-official languages in Spain, because they are the ones I am most familiar with.

* In Majorca and Menorca, berenar refers to breakfast, while in the rest of the Catalan-speaking regions, it refers to an afternoon snack.

+ Déjeuner is used in Belgium, francophone Canada, rural France, Switzerland, and French-speaking African countries for breakfast, and in most of France for lunch. Similarly, dîner refers to dinner in France and to lunch in the rest of the French-speaking countries.

Etymology

almorzar/almorzo/almoço/almuerzo/esmorzar: from Vulgar Latin *admordium (breakfast) and Latin admordēre (snack)

berenar/merenda/merienda: from Latin merenda (light meal)

café: from Arabic قَهْوَة (qahwa) (coffee)

cea/cena/cină: from Latin cēna (dinner)

colazione/collation: from Latin collātiō (gathering of monks for a meal)

comida: from Vulgar Latin *comēre (to eat)

déjeuner/desayunar/desdejuni/dinar/dîner: from Vulgar Latin *disiūnāre (to break the fast)

dejun: borrowed from French déjeuner

goûter/gustare: from Latin gustāre (to snack)

jantar/xantar: from Vulgar Latin *iantāre (to eat lunch) and Latin ientāre (to eat breakfast)

lanche: borrowed from English lunch

mata-bicho: from Portuguese mata (kills) + bicho (bug)

pranzo/prânz: from Latin prandium (lunch)

sopar/souper: from Latin suppa (sopped bread)

spuntino: unknown

Manhã means “morning”, and după-amiază and tarde mean “afternoon.” Mic, pequeno, petit, and the suffix -et mean “little.” Prima means “first.”

[tiredartist86]

Against The Kitchen Floor in my regional language (galician) just because I can (yes I translated everything by myself and only looking up terms I didn't know) Contra O Chan Da Cociña

Non che debo o meu corazón Non che debo o meu corpo Mais deberías saber que o sinto Por ser descoidado contigo O Señor sabe que te debo Máis do que nunca lle podería dar a ninguén Pero non podo especificar o que a xente quere de obxectos estranxeiros Produtos eróticos do estante de abaixo coma min Así que, podería sostener a túa man, mais manterte á distancia dun brazo Ou cólgame dunha póla, demasiado alta para subir ou axitar Menos raro que escaso, menos diamante que áspero Improbable que sexa máis que o carbón que fallas a romper, e Xúroo, estouno intentando de verdade Espabila, Will, sábeo e faino mellor É tan só que non se me ocorre que me queiras a min por min Xúroo, estouno intentando de verdade Oh, perdón, prométoo, estouno facendo o mellor que podo Simplemente aínda non aprendín a como ser humano como ti es Aínda non sei quen es Só sei que sigo coa soidade Ese tipo mórbido no que nin sequera a compañía pode curarme E canto máis o volves a afirmar, menos confío Pero ti seguiches dándome o teu corazón Eu só dinche o meu corpo Honestamente pensei que ninguén o querería, e moito menos daríase conta de que se foi E pois deixeino na casa pero agora, agora, agora, agora Gardo un candado cunha imaxen na parte de atrás da miña cabeza Oh, arruina os meus retrovisores, ignora ós meus amigos Vivín vidas dabondo, non morrín tanto Mais non son unha persoa real, só unha merda que non podes inventar, e

Xúroo, estouno intentando de verdade Espabila, Will, sábeo e faino mellor É simplemente que non se me ocorre que me queiras a min por min Xúroo, estouno intentando de verdade Oh, perdón, prométoo, estouno facendo o mellor que podo Simplemente aínda non aprendín a como ser humano como ti es

Tiña realmente algo daquela gravedade? Tal vez es areas movedizas Porque de verdade que non podía ver Que tan profundo ían as miñas pegadas O vórtice do meu arco de redención A pescuda do corazón virxe Estou catatónico nos teus brazos Chorando "como causei tanto dano?" Estou deprimido, batendo a miña cabeza contra o chan da cociña Pedindo perdón pola miña vida e por algunha vez entrar na túa Non digas "síntoo, pero isto non pode seguir" Sei que tes as túas propias cicatrices Pero esconde os meus coitelos antes de te ires Vivirei ou morrerei só

Xúroo, morrerei intentándoo Estou no proceso, mais estou progresando Prométoo, quero demostrar que é posible mellorar Xúroo, síntoo tanto, carallo Non son unha boa persoa, apenas son unha persoa Pero algún día serei perfecto e compensarei por todo E escribirei outra puta canción Porque ten que ser todo sobre o puto drama de Will! A cona! Perdón Carallo, perdón

[intothestacks]

I've been using a Galician database to find pictures of libraries for my "Libraries Around the World" posts and it really amuses me how much Galician is a mix of Portuguese and Spanish (aka Castilian) smooshed together.

For context, the website I'm using is 100% in Galician, and never have I ever studied Galician in my life, but I'm still able to understand everything perfectly because I know Portuguese and Spanish.

I also love how much Galician uses the letter X. An A+ language if ever there was one. It's delightful.

[jar-jar-ate]

Pic by Beatriz Louzán.

Mozas galegas💚