tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32445087688677458902012-02-01T01:15:00.004+01:00MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.comBlogger6921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-84885926076040580952012-01-31T21:45:00.003+01:002012-01-31T21:51:57.141+01:00<object height="94" width="422"><param value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtzOjg6IjE2NjczMjY1IjtzOjQ6ImNvZGUiO3M6MTI6IjE2NjczMjY1LWE2YyI7czo2OiJ1c2VySWQiO3M6NzoiMjI1Mzg4MyI7czoxMjoiZXh0ZXJuYWxDYWxsIjtpOjE7czo0OiJ0aW1lIjtpOjEzMjgwMDI2MjE7fQ==&autoplay=default" name="movie"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed wmode="transparent" height="94" width="422" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtzOjg6IjE2NjczMjY1IjtzOjQ6ImNvZGUiO3M6MTI6IjE2NjczMjY1LWE2YyI7czo2OiJ1c2VySWQiO3M6NzoiMjI1Mzg4MyI7czoxMjoiZXh0ZXJuYWxDYWxsIjtpOjE7czo0OiJ0aW1lIjtpOjEzMjgwMDI2MjE7fQ==&autoplay=default"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Comparto con vosotros este audio que me ha enviado</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<strong>Jorge del Nozal</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Excelente rapsoda como podeis comprobar con una voz muy bonita.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Su blog es <a href="http://www.duendepoeta.blogspot.com/">http://www.duendepoeta.blogspot.com/</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Espero que os guste.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;" <strong>Muchas gracias Jorge"</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-8488592607604058095?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-70072677468033014842012-01-29T02:01:00.003+01:002012-01-29T18:34:56.397+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsByKt93sA/TyWDLLFBFuI/AAAAAAAACFw/7g4w0MlGeoE/s1600/DSCF0226+a+bn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="355px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsByKt93sA/TyWDLLFBFuI/AAAAAAAACFw/7g4w0MlGeoE/s400/DSCF0226+a+bn.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br />Esculturas de Antonio López.<br /><br />Museo Bellas Artes de Bilbao.<br /><br /><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hombre de bronce</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>duro e inflexible</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que crees tener el poder</span></span><br /><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;y el control&nbsp; de tu entorno</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en tus atributos<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>masculinos;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;no eres&nbsp; más que un simple dinosaurio.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">La nueva era será contorsionista</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">por ley natural<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>se acabará tu ciclo.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Sobrevivirá solamente la ternura. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Foto Goyo Hueso. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-7007267746803301484?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-59603673479016994062012-01-28T19:16:00.001+01:002012-01-28T19:25:10.935+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1bszbvlVTY/TyQ6ds4VdbI/AAAAAAAACFg/i_Ip5ebPrPo/s1600/fuente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="225px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1bszbvlVTY/TyQ6ds4VdbI/AAAAAAAACFg/i_Ip5ebPrPo/s400/fuente.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Para Mar. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Desde hoy decido</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>dejar que corran muchas fuentes;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">no puedo beber <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>agua de todas.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Para quitar mi sed no necesito tantas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">mi sed<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>no es extrema<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">tampoco pretenciosa. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Para qué complicarme </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>si la que bebo es clara,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">si es agua potable que no contamina,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">si es fresca y rica en sales minerales.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Además , no vivo en el desierto,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ni el esfuerzo<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>de mi vida<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>las demanda .</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Las fuentes no son mias , son de todos.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Beberé<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>de la más cerca de casa.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">¡¡ Muchas felicidades !!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-5960367347901699406?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-52512033343403446302012-01-26T14:11:00.002+01:002012-01-26T21:36:01.685+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4q6SGVS3lU/TyFQtNu_QBI/AAAAAAAACFU/ISJg2717H8U/s1600/1214229034_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4q6SGVS3lU/TyFQtNu_QBI/AAAAAAAACFU/ISJg2717H8U/s400/1214229034_0.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Si supieras que la escarcha de mi alba </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">la conviertes en rocio,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">si fueras consciente de que todo adquiere</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">contigo <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>un brillo nuevo,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">dejarías de echar <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>raíces</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que al arrancarlas<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>forman <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>socabones. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Demasiado ocupado en extender<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>tu paja,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">te olvidas del pan recien cocido</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que en mi mesa te espera y te calma. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Prefieres ser parte de la bandada</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de tordos que <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>comen las migajas,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de cosechas <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>ya recogidas,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">a ser granero<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; en el invierno.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-5251203334340344630?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-8464999034545677242012-01-24T14:31:00.010+01:002012-01-24T17:09:10.388+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK3F6decm6E/Tx7VucvX42I/AAAAAAAACFI/rx4wqkcBdT0/s1600/IMG_0891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266px" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK3F6decm6E/Tx7VucvX42I/AAAAAAAACFI/rx4wqkcBdT0/s400/IMG_0891.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Desde mi nacimiento,</span></span><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>la utopía&nbsp;corre por mis venas</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;">haciendo&nbsp;con ellas un circuito </span><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de fórmula uno.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No puedo detenerme en el desánimo,</span></span><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;debo comenzar y&nbsp;acabar la carrera</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;">cada día;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y&nbsp; sería gris&nbsp; el recorrido</span></span><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">si no tuviera&nbsp;la certeza </span></span><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de que&nbsp;están&nbsp; en la meta los colores.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">La utopía&nbsp;es el redoble</span><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">bombea mi llegada. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-846499903454567724?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-62482591141191061922012-01-22T15:52:00.006+01:002012-01-22T19:19:20.796+01:00<div style="border-bottom: #4f81bd 1pt solid; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: accent1; mso-element: para-border-div; padding-bottom: 4pt; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;"><div class="MsoTitle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 15pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Cambria;">Credo</span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Creo en la justicia del justo,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en la honradez de quien&nbsp;no toma&nbsp;lo ajeno,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>quien prioriza el respeto a la vida</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>siembra<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; con empeño.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">En quien<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>es incapaz de vivir en palacios</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">cuando<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>hay puentes<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>llenos,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en los&nbsp;capitanes<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>que no abandonan </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp; el barco los primeros.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">En los albañiles que restauran<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>el alma </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">para que no se hunda en la miseria,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en quienes<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>son megáfono del pueblo,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en las instituciones sin altares ni escaleras.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mientras no haya un cambio de moral</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en el sistema,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">seguiremos viviendo en la calle de&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>“Sálvese quien pueda”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-6248259114119106192?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-5391967362570877612012-01-20T10:58:00.013+01:002012-01-22T13:16:56.084+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9MmvrOH4U4/Txk6Ive5lVI/AAAAAAAACDY/N4pldspcrVc/s1600/showimageCAUSP4DH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9MmvrOH4U4/Txk6Ive5lVI/AAAAAAAACDY/N4pldspcrVc/s320/showimageCAUSP4DH.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Calibri;">Mi sangre extraída y entubada</span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="color: black;">Mi sangre extraída y entubada,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="color: black;">como las faldas <br />que vestían mi juventud,<br />en nueve tubos;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="color: black;">etiquetada con un código de barras,<br />tapada con el arco iris,<br />es llevada junto a otras <br />a un laboratorio.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="color: black;">¿ Comprenderé por qué mi sangre es cerezo,<br />por qué está tan enraizada,<br />por qué siento con tanto brío?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="color: black;">O quizá lo único que sabré será<br />el azúcar que contiene,<br />el hierro,el colesterol,los triglicéridos…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="color: black;">A ellos atribuirán mi desilusión<br />y mi cansancio.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="color: black;">¡ Que sabrá la medicina de los verdes pastos!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="color: black;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-539196736257087761?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-54134890015779984832012-01-18T19:03:00.002+01:002012-01-18T19:14:37.192+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WL9H1-Uzz5A/TxcI9KMYMwI/AAAAAAAACDQ/03sLOdSmPFI/s1600/marea+baja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WL9H1-Uzz5A/TxcI9KMYMwI/AAAAAAAACDQ/03sLOdSmPFI/s400/marea+baja.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Hay trajes que te quedan</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">demasiado apretados.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">En la vida y en la muerte</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">encorsetados,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">sólo hay un lucero</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">en el cielo <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>claro.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Cubren con incienso olores</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">que son humanos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">para ahuyentar gaviotas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">en los barcos naufragados;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">pero hay huecos que no sirven</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">de refugio del miedo,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">las flores <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de plástico </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">no son veleros.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Prefiero que la noche</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">me sorprenda con sueño</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">sin peso en las pestañas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">de esos recuerdos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">que hacen rocío al alba.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Mi&nbsp;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>barca está en la playa </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">con anclaje y remos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-5413489001577998483?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-35271782190655359822012-01-17T15:08:00.000+01:002012-01-17T15:08:06.123+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyyA46uga4s/TxV_qXADMvI/AAAAAAAACDI/yDF-f5mkqhw/s1600/ooooooooooooo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyyA46uga4s/TxV_qXADMvI/AAAAAAAACDI/yDF-f5mkqhw/s400/ooooooooooooo.jpg" width="281px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Una llamada intrascendente</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">acomodó a la desilusión </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">en el banco al sol </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">y no dejó lugar para sus destellos.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Hay nacimientos que son palmeras</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">en playas que no tienen ni náufragos.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">No hay escaleras que alcancen</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>todos los destinos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">ni bombillas eternas.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Hoy hace un frio descosido</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-3527178219065535982?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-63282883274408815252012-01-16T16:17:00.000+01:002012-01-16T16:17:19.438+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvuWwSXzo4g/TxQ-6A0pDWI/AAAAAAAACDA/KXrgDCk0zmQ/s1600/Iranzu5a+ba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvuWwSXzo4g/TxQ-6A0pDWI/AAAAAAAACDA/KXrgDCk0zmQ/s400/Iranzu5a+ba.jpg" width="292px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Ya nadie recuerda los cuerpos sin lápidas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">de las hojas que el otoño </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">sacudió con el viento.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Ni la desconexión no anunciada</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">del sonido del mar.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">En túneles subterráneos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">sobreviven aún conciencias</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">casi ciegas.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Esperan un amanecer sin veneno para las águilas. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-6328288327440881525?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-60789424161295492632012-01-15T11:42:00.000+01:002012-01-15T11:42:56.854+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5bUyGme2Lc/TxKs-G0vLMI/AAAAAAAACC0/2J1oPj3e1Bo/s1600/SUEOS_%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5bUyGme2Lc/TxKs-G0vLMI/AAAAAAAACC0/2J1oPj3e1Bo/s400/SUEOS_%257E1.JPG" width="297px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Balada de la crisis rosa.</strong></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">En la peluqueria veo: </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Las mansiones en la prensa rosa,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">los yates en la prensa rosa,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">las fiestas en la prensa rosa,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">la cirugia estética en la prensa rosa,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">las joyas en la prensa rosa,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">las pieles en la prensa rosa…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">La vida llena de emociones.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">Y le digo a la peluquera</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>que me rape el pelo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;">para que así no me lo tomen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: large;"> Foto Goyo Hueso.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-6078942416129549263?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-58140782477226876642012-01-14T15:56:00.006+01:002012-01-15T11:55:54.612+01:00<h3 class="post-title entry-title">&nbsp;</h3><div class="post-header"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECDwyOKBZRU/TxGXBxnLncI/AAAAAAAACCM/vkZPZ6PPik8/s1600/P1020283aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" closure_uid_oz1wgf="2" height="300px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECDwyOKBZRU/TxGXBxnLncI/AAAAAAAACCM/vkZPZ6PPik8/s400/P1020283aa.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="post-body entry-content"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Voy al estercolero a recoger la humanidad</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que en bolsas de plástico </span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">tiraron al contenedor los poderosos.</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vaciaron sus armarios</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">para llenarlos de avaricia.</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Me pregunto:</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">¿ Será lo mismo el amor reciclado?</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">¿Conservará su poderes nutritivos?</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Es necesario para alimentar al mundo.</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">¿ Cómo es posible construir</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">una mansión sin ventanas</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">abiertas a vida</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">y cincuenta retretes?.</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">¿ Cuanto menos se ve más se defeca?.</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Huir de la realidad </span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">es como caer en una ciénaga </span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de aguas residuales;</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">antes o después te bebes</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">tu propia porqueria. </span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-5814078247722687664?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-5205433158875408872012-01-13T14:08:00.004+01:002012-01-14T16:28:16.820+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueXb-ihL8e4/TxAsUu1zv0I/AAAAAAAACCE/HJpeZm2G1bE/s1600/milagros+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueXb-ihL8e4/TxAsUu1zv0I/AAAAAAAACCE/HJpeZm2G1bE/s400/milagros+7.jpg" width="290px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esa dualidad </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que siempre me acompaña </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">con la que a veces floto</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y otras me hundo.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esa, que a veces, </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">me hace sentir entera</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y otras loncheada.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esa que aplaudo y abucheo</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">según la circunstancia</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">o el motivo.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ese dos en uno ,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">o uno en dos,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que me vacia y me llena. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esa soy yo: Eterna lucha.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Agua y tierra"</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-520543315887540887?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-36037486211652826642012-01-12T13:53:00.002+01:002012-01-14T16:30:14.718+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgjrZSaj2a0/Tw7XTM9R8KI/AAAAAAAACB8/tTKcqgT5P7I/s1600/387454_220672874685423_100002281368220_506802_503551748_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgjrZSaj2a0/Tw7XTM9R8KI/AAAAAAAACB8/tTKcqgT5P7I/s400/387454_220672874685423_100002281368220_506802_503551748_n.jpg" width="333px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A&nbsp; Emmaluna.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Debe continuar el espectáculo;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">los focos se encienden </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y dejan en tinieblas los seismos.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se detiene el tiempo.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como si se tratara </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">de un alumbramiento</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">nace una nueva luz</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que trasciende <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>la materia:</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Una luz mariposa.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Con ella te elevas,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">haces el amor con el vacio,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">dominas la inseguridad</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;con equilibrios…</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Te sientes tan ligera</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que incluso te atreves </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">a beber de las flores.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoTitle" style="border-bottom: #4f81bd 1pt solid; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 15pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: accent1; mso-element: para-border-div; padding-bottom: 4pt; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoTitle" style="border-bottom: #4f81bd 1pt solid; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 15pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: accent1; mso-element: para-border-div; padding-bottom: 4pt; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoTitle" style="border-bottom: #4f81bd 1pt solid; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 15pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: accent1; mso-element: para-border-div; padding-bottom: 4pt; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-3603748621165282664?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-7892922368851597972012-01-10T15:34:00.009+01:002012-01-14T16:31:12.382+01:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u30b2q0JYOE/TwyiJj-hEHI/AAAAAAAACBs/A4c11lHO60U/s1600/Silueta_del_sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i86LqtPNG8k/Twy2iKzMX_I/AAAAAAAACB0/u9sVQRYP5eQ/s1600/Silueta_del_sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i86LqtPNG8k/Twy2iKzMX_I/AAAAAAAACB0/u9sVQRYP5eQ/s400/Silueta_del_sol.jpg" width="303px" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">En el Medievo de la indiferencia</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">busco esa imagen que<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>creé<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">y no la encuentro.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Por las calles estrechas, sospechosas,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">está&nbsp;la noche&nbsp;tan&nbsp; quieta y tan vacía,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>que las antorchas&nbsp;son derroche.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">No&nbsp;quiero que se<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>fundan mis estrellas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">sintiéndome <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>brasa apagada.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Voy a ponerme mi armadura<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>de hierro</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">y no permitiré que me tire el galope,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">no luchare frente a frente<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>con nada</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">caliente o frío el acero mata.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Ya no tiene sentido </span></span><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">que me arrodille en tierra;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">no existe <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>almena, ni corcel, ni <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>camino.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Se ha quedado el invierno<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>sin sayo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>pero no quiere ser<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>un mendigo;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">renuncia <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>a las cruzadas </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">que conquistan con sangre</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">valijas<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>de diamantes y de oro.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">No hay riquezas que compren<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>un trono,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">ni un jergón<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>de caricias y de besos.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Entre rejas<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>te encerraré y tiraré la llave.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Las trompetas anuncian un torneo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de cometas castrados<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></span><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>sin escudo<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>ni reino. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Abandono el combate,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>tuya <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>entera es la arena.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Arena es el triunfo si se disfruta solo. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-789292236885159797?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-14998187550382039412012-01-09T14:47:00.002+01:002012-01-09T16:35:03.706+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSKb8XiNbXc/TwrvqrFDPJI/AAAAAAAACBc/GXF8l6qEzoo/s1600/cielo9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSKb8XiNbXc/TwrvqrFDPJI/AAAAAAAACBc/GXF8l6qEzoo/s400/cielo9.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Amanezco con la luz desvestida.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Todavía por construir mi historia</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">son torres a lo lejos los recuerdos,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">&nbsp;y el presente cesped a mis pies.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Las farolas se despiden de las sombras</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">y saludan al sol que las apaga.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Todo es relativo , incluso el alba,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">cuando despiertas otro día.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-1499818755038203941?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-11359619742323711062012-01-08T14:16:00.004+01:002012-01-09T12:05:27.540+01:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz4yvfHJmE4/TwmlLRj5pUI/AAAAAAAACBI/p09nUztPpjI/s1600/IMG_5319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz4yvfHJmE4/TwmlLRj5pUI/AAAAAAAACBI/p09nUztPpjI/s400/IMG_5319.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">A veces, </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">dudo si es virtual esta playa</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">en la que me baño en invierno.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">El agua fría </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">hace crujir mis huesos</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">a la espera,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">ácida como el limón,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">de que me seque el sol.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">¿Es&nbsp;verosimil esta desazón,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">o quizá es la sal </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">que ya he tragado antes?</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Un escalofrío hace un monte</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">en&nbsp;cada uno de mis poros. </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: large; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Milagros Morales.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-1135961974232371106?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-75015206277636397272012-01-03T19:08:00.000+01:002012-01-03T19:08:02.677+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HF316amrHEE/TwNDEYBkMoI/AAAAAAAACAw/q-MXCYzuu4Y/s1600/la+mas++bonita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HF316amrHEE/TwNDEYBkMoI/AAAAAAAACAw/q-MXCYzuu4Y/s400/la+mas++bonita.jpg" width="273px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Simplifique los trazos que me definían</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">para quedarme sin presencia;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">creí que así evitaría el estrés</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>la apariencia origina.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Escondería siglos de genética heredada,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y limpia de los lunares que me identifican,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">quedaría en paz en el anonimato.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pero ha sucedido todo lo contrario:</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ser distinto diferencia y señala.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Corren ríos de tinta,bochorno de palabras…</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lo que más desnuda es ser tu mismo. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso. ( Retratos desconstruidos)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-7501520627763639727?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-66612795000715236082012-01-02T13:19:00.002+01:002012-01-02T14:17:16.561+01:00<div style="border-bottom: #4f81bd 1pt solid; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: accent1; mso-element: para-border-div; padding-bottom: 4pt; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm;"><div class="MsoTitle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 15pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3-Huribkag/TwGuScFCqPI/AAAAAAAAB_0/t_zXE9pFmCI/s1600/400780_10150507483296069_727091068_8798148_457346340_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3-Huribkag/TwGuScFCqPI/AAAAAAAAB_0/t_zXE9pFmCI/s400/400780_10150507483296069_727091068_8798148_457346340_n.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="color: #17365d;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">Esperaba el adviento como caballo galopante</span></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Esperaba el adviento </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>como caballo galopante en libertad. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Un chute de adrenalina </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">me transformaba en tibia laguna.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Se erizaban mis poros,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">se llenaban mis cántaros,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">me sentía recorrida por hormigas…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Toda yo… Arcilla .</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Relámpago en una apocalipsis </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">que me fundía en el leve contacto .</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Milagros.</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-6661279500071523608?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-38172797758677231032011-12-30T16:25:00.000+01:002011-12-30T16:25:19.717+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hKS3zezRGck/Tv3XixwUR8I/AAAAAAAAB_o/z2npoPUcYkg/s1600/165675_150217648364647_100001292394404_259982_6412018_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="299px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hKS3zezRGck/Tv3XixwUR8I/AAAAAAAAB_o/z2npoPUcYkg/s400/165675_150217648364647_100001292394404_259982_6412018_n.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Garabateo en un papel </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>círculos y espirales. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">El vaso de café está vacío,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>y en el fondo el azúcar </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">se ha cristalizado.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">La pluma se ha caído al suelo;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">pero no diré nada </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que parezca reproche.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Los pájaros buscan un árbol</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">para pasar la noche. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-3817279775867723103?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-81505685395269981922011-12-28T15:59:00.001+01:002011-12-28T16:00:51.028+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3aj1M-BTdHY/TvsuFecawAI/AAAAAAAAB_c/YfCXJ2g9J2E/s1600/IMG_5137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3aj1M-BTdHY/TvsuFecawAI/AAAAAAAAB_c/YfCXJ2g9J2E/s400/IMG_5137.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cada siete olas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>viene la brava embestida</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que me envuelve </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y me sumerge en un mundo de sal</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en el que no hago pie.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Apenas un rayo de luz </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>traspasa la confusión</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;que me habita </span></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en un fondo </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">agitado de arena </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>que escuece la visión del alma.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><br /><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Confundo el espacio de mi geometria.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pero cuando <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>la ola pasa</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">mi corazón se estira</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>tengo seis olas<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>para ser habanera. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-8150568539526998192?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-65560050653031382642011-12-25T15:47:00.000+01:002011-12-25T15:47:46.845+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEixDRZQnNI/Tvc2zMFWb6I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/DyZYj6mDmBU/s1600/mini_500_6463_1219946842394228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEixDRZQnNI/Tvc2zMFWb6I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/DyZYj6mDmBU/s400/mini_500_6463_1219946842394228.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">La sala más recóndita huele a cera.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Te alumbraré con velas para que seas ruiseñor. </span></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *******</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-6556005065303138264?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-9814338070656012712011-12-22T12:47:00.000+01:002011-12-22T12:47:32.248+01:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiWk5mHzsn8/TvMYmBag8TI/AAAAAAAAB-k/4AttZOlnOYQ/s1600/Estrellas+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiWk5mHzsn8/TvMYmBag8TI/AAAAAAAAB-k/4AttZOlnOYQ/s320/Estrellas+6.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">Granitos solidarios. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">Te invito a poner tu granito solidario</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">Dejemos de pensar que la solución</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">está en manos de otros</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">Todos podemos dar aunque sea poco</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">Hagamos <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>una inmensa montaña</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">de generosidad </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">Nadie es mas que nadie, ni tampoco menos;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">no hay metro para medir la humanidad.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">Ser distinto es una fiesta que llena de color el mundo.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">El corazón nos late al mismo sonido</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">todos tenemos frío y hambre</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">El ser humano solo ,es un desierto.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">Hoy por ti , mañana por mi.;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">en algún momento necesitaremos una mano,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>un abrazo, un beso.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">Navidad<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>es igual a nacimiento.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">¡ Que nazca de nuestra semilla</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>una nueva humanidad!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Cambria;">fELIZ&nbsp; nAVIDAD.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-981433807065601271?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-10814776588898435982011-12-17T17:18:00.000+01:002011-12-17T17:18:03.848+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFUeupcbkao/TuzAeXCLzwI/AAAAAAAAB94/8W55fiDa3mI/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFUeupcbkao/TuzAeXCLzwI/AAAAAAAAB94/8W55fiDa3mI/s400/002.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">El humo de una siega temprana</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">se confunde con el oxígeno del aire,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>mientras<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>en los cristales</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>chocan las primeras lágrimas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de un mar .</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Su último calor</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>quedó en la mano maternal </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en la que se asía como último refugio</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">pero no fue bastante;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">las alas se le abrieron en una metamorfosis</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">hasta entonces ignorada.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Foto y poema Milagros Morales. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-1081477658889843598?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-45751263285633264802011-12-15T22:22:00.001+01:002011-12-16T14:26:30.949+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8jdfU7E7zo/TutG9HiKIMI/AAAAAAAAB9o/12TqrHJmCW4/s1600/390427_2062218975605_1848630982_1371763_143420460_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8jdfU7E7zo/TutG9HiKIMI/AAAAAAAAB9o/12TqrHJmCW4/s400/390427_2062218975605_1848630982_1371763_143420460_n.jpg" width="266px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">¿ Qué me hace pensar que <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>es primavera?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">¿Qué<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>recorre mis canales subterráneos</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">para que siga dando rosas en Diciembre,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">sin otra perspectiva que una luz alcorzada</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">como falda que enseña la rodilla?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">¿ Qué me hace dar rosas en otoño</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>cuando el viento sopla<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>con ventisca</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y la sal escuece la conciencia?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Se han quedado sin abrigo y sin tejado</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">los pájaros que cantaban las albadas,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y al sereno rezan letanías las estrellas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en una noche desmantada a la intemperie.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">¿ Que pueden mis rosas<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>dar ahora?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lamentaciones sin muro sus espinas.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Aún así<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>corta mis rosas y me helaré caliente.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-4575126328563326480?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-62208848849385729922011-12-12T17:44:00.000+01:002011-12-12T17:44:46.594+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evaXcUeDeoo/TuYvEmKgzPI/AAAAAAAAB9E/3Mmu0dzwW08/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evaXcUeDeoo/TuYvEmKgzPI/AAAAAAAAB9E/3Mmu0dzwW08/s400/025.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No quería mirarte, </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">sabía que al hacerlo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">perdería el equilibrio;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">pero no pude evitarlo,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>fue más fuerte,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y me precipité al abismo.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Conseguí sujetarme al filo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">con las manos </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">mientras pedía auxilio;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y al sentirme rescatada</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">me abandoné . Toqué fondo.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Sabes, no éra tan profundo el río. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Foto y poema Milagros Morales. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-6220884884938572992?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-82592535584336776572011-12-11T14:05:00.000+01:002011-12-11T14:05:06.113+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBfE4q76_f8/TuSqMYtMoFI/AAAAAAAAB88/ltShDCKs_Yw/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBfE4q76_f8/TuSqMYtMoFI/AAAAAAAAB88/ltShDCKs_Yw/s400/010.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Es tiempo de utilizar las gafas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>para enfocar el pensamiento;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>la niebla se ha vuelto marinera.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tiempo de desnudo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>impuesto y sin tacones</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">por una pasarela húmeda.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Es tiempo de ajustarse las alas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y no perder de vista </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">el banco del parque.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">De ser reptil desapercibido</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y desconectarse para ahorra energia.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">De no buscar comida como el gato.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Foto y poema Milagros Morales. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-8259253558433677657?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-6822089211673175792011-12-10T16:15:00.000+01:002011-12-10T16:15:15.803+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbHU56_GNOA/TuN3MNPXRBI/AAAAAAAAB80/WSozWmSGHCk/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbHU56_GNOA/TuN3MNPXRBI/AAAAAAAAB80/WSozWmSGHCk/s320/011.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A una fosa común llena de olvido</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">labrada para no encontrarla nunca</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>te llevaron amor<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>mientras hacían humo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">todas tus pertenencias.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Nadie vigiló tu hacienda profanada;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en tus ojos vidriosos piedras,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">nublaban tu retina.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Me duele que te fueras sin maleta; </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>quedó tu esencia en mi mesilla.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Se <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>que es real mi frío. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Foto y poema&nbsp; Milagros Morales. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-682208921167317579?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-44702146774788394192011-12-06T12:27:00.000+01:002011-12-06T12:27:12.092+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3VuB-aqlq4/Tt37mJlyhuI/AAAAAAAAB8k/rG3oG3jnN_Y/s1600/IR10%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3VuB-aqlq4/Tt37mJlyhuI/AAAAAAAAB8k/rG3oG3jnN_Y/s400/IR10%25283%2529.jpg" width="311px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hoy eres frío con leña,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">viento con abrigo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">lluvia con cobijo.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cobijo, abrigo y leña</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que conseguí</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>con frío, viento y lluvia. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Foto Goyo Hueso. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-4470214677478839419?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-74998038704778955232011-12-04T11:24:00.001+01:002011-12-04T15:02:13.901+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16eSit4zaJ4/TttKGevTBvI/AAAAAAAAB8c/8V3vr8yXPT8/s1600/nuevo-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16eSit4zaJ4/TttKGevTBvI/AAAAAAAAB8c/8V3vr8yXPT8/s400/nuevo-2.jpg" width="298px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">En la antesala de la noche</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">me desnudo poco a poco </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de hojas secas.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">El tránsito no es fácil</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">aunque aparente derroche.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hay atardeceres serenos</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y otros desgarrados,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en que la luz se resiste a las estrellas.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Los bosques son pasión al despojarse.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Decido seguir los faros antinieblas,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">apoyarme en quien supo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">cómo encontrar abrigo.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">El bastón y las gafas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>me esperan dignamente.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Noto que aún vivo.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Foto Goyo Hueso. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-7499803870477895523?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-29625586332113681872011-12-02T16:18:00.000+01:002011-12-02T16:18:00.813+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UgA4vyJWQY/Ttjry7Ji6KI/AAAAAAAAB7c/S3A6P8YDaNg/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UgA4vyJWQY/Ttjry7Ji6KI/AAAAAAAAB7c/S3A6P8YDaNg/s400/015.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Para Maria.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Apenas unos pasos para salir de ti;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">un desalentado repecho para limitarte.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Desde mi balcón me pareces<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>hermosa;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">una anécdota más de mi paisaje,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">una experiencia que disfruto con buen clima,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">una forma de reencontrarme.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">¿ Como pude pensar que fuera de mi jaula</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">no existía más vida?.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Un atardecer rojo se prende como un candil</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en el rebollo y me olvido de la alfombra </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de las hojas caídas. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-2962558633211368187?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-82891195614440195372011-11-26T15:37:00.002+01:002011-11-26T23:11:57.958+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqlmynGIIlE/TtD5SVcDgMI/AAAAAAAAB7U/RtGKe5y5Hjg/s1600/nuevo-2+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqlmynGIIlE/TtD5SVcDgMI/AAAAAAAAB7U/RtGKe5y5Hjg/s400/nuevo-2+%25283%2529.jpg" width="297px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">La vida respeta lo más puro, </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">la luz de lo que somos</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>carente de apariencia.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">El brillo del ocaso</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">realza los contornos</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que la edad redondea</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>y desarista.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Somos como humanos</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">meros equilibristas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de un abismo incontrolado.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">La limitación nos diviniza. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-8289119561444019537?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-2475330079779902642011-11-25T16:52:00.008+01:002011-11-25T23:50:54.826+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PW8fzy7uKM/TtAbvgHINJI/AAAAAAAAB7M/JeZRVGV7D2Q/s1600/la+definitiva.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PW8fzy7uKM/TtAbvgHINJI/AAAAAAAAB7M/JeZRVGV7D2Q/s320/la+definitiva.JPG" width="236px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ese doble aspecto cubierto por la enagua</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que nunca se muestra y siempre se insinúa;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">el que inconscientemente se libera y escapa</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">por la mal ajustada&nbsp; apariencia.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eso que se&nbsp;separa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de la estética estandar,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">esa luz que&nbsp; la ciencia no ilumina.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Espejo que refleja la recobeca estancia</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">donde&nbsp;el tiempo&nbsp; sólo es fisonomía</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-247533007977990264?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-17121524151868873902011-11-24T20:16:00.002+01:002011-11-25T17:54:54.882+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QHQ_rkFFlCo/Ts6XhWnq3xI/AAAAAAAAB6o/sYkfdYH2b_E/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QHQ_rkFFlCo/Ts6XhWnq3xI/AAAAAAAAB6o/sYkfdYH2b_E/s400/001.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Me acostumbré al silencio</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de las mariposas,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">aunque en mi otoño cálido</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>revolotea alguna.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">En el <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>caos de hojas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>sin escoba se posan ;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">saborean el polen</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">del jinebro maduro,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">del acebo granado, </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de los escaramujos.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Me acostumbre ya al riesgo </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de saltar por los riscos,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de sortear raíces</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de árboles cortados,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de evitar esas piedras</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que resbalan mi alma,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de ascender <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>a la cumbre</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">sin botas de montaña. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Más montesa que nunca, </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">camaleón de ocres,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">no ansío ya la playa</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ni esa estrella del norte.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Despierto a la mañana</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">mojada de rocío,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">con mis manos calientes</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y mi corazón…. Vivo. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-1712152415186887390?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-1792910513314401352011-11-23T22:43:00.001+01:002011-11-23T22:45:10.669+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHMLyAB656M/Ts1n5SM10BI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/AJU4bTnUdLI/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHMLyAB656M/Ts1n5SM10BI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/AJU4bTnUdLI/s320/005.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cubren las hojas secas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">todo tu recorrido</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y parece que seas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">apenas huella ausente.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">En tapiz desolado</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">crujen mis pasos torpes</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">como&nbsp; corzo perdido</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que ve caer la noche.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Solamente el sonido </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">delata tu corriente</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">entre piedras y musgo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">aunque no seas fuente.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No beberé tu agua</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">pero estás en el hondo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>mi bosque atardece</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">con un <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>canto sonoro. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x347spvJYJo/Ts1oCZYUu3I/AAAAAAAAB6g/RADhssnI8tM/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x347spvJYJo/Ts1oCZYUu3I/AAAAAAAAB6g/RADhssnI8tM/s320/002.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><br /><br />Fotos y poema&nbsp; Milagros Morales.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-179291051331440135?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-14162931952477586742011-11-22T15:58:00.000+01:002011-11-22T15:58:06.433+01:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Remolinas todavía el bosque</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de las hojas secas.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No me asustan las brumas </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que resbalan las piedras</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">con su sudor finado,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ni las zarzas </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que encierran mis pasos sempiternos</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en la búsqueda del campo preñado. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Continúo <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>aún a tientas. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kxY3MXByDSU/Tsu4bjbD3eI/AAAAAAAAB6A/pgqV_I_zcWw/s1600/DSCN0570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kxY3MXByDSU/Tsu4bjbD3eI/AAAAAAAAB6A/pgqV_I_zcWw/s400/DSCN0570.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-1416293195247758674?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-31327601445891640042011-11-20T14:19:00.000+01:002011-11-20T14:19:11.586+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ALnRGn8DUM/Tsj96xkFWJI/AAAAAAAAB5k/fgMrdUnD0us/s1600/DSCN0572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ALnRGn8DUM/Tsj96xkFWJI/AAAAAAAAB5k/fgMrdUnD0us/s400/DSCN0572.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">En la pradera hay un osario de ovejas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">que se separaron del rebaño.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Planean por el cielo buitres satisfechos.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Demasiada tierra apretada y <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>yerma.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">En anarquía conviven las zarzas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">con los escaramujos. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sólo el sonido del río acompaña al aire.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp; </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Milagros Morales</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-3132760144589164004?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-4051912182577971782011-11-18T15:50:00.002+01:002011-11-18T15:54:19.203+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lklvCBa7zf4/TsZxg6UPyzI/AAAAAAAAB4U/k3X1MXg2DJM/s1600/DSCN0491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lklvCBa7zf4/TsZxg6UPyzI/AAAAAAAAB4U/k3X1MXg2DJM/s400/DSCN0491.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Es tiempo de tejer la lana</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y esperar la nieve;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">mis manos cálidas no necesitan guantes.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Un <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>abrazo es el mejor abrigo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">si el vacío intenta enfriarte.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Mi volcán sigue <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>encendido</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>cuando la tarde se apaga con sudor de cenizas.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-405191218257797178?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-19087902815257849252011-11-15T12:40:00.001+01:002011-11-15T12:42:41.979+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4mhMHWkJuI/TsJO6ssV_qI/AAAAAAAAB4E/eicOhhzFN2Y/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4mhMHWkJuI/TsJO6ssV_qI/AAAAAAAAB4E/eicOhhzFN2Y/s320/010.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tan hondo me has calado</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que te pienso,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;te sigo ,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; te reflejo, </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;te vivo,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">te amo….</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;INCONSCIENTEMENTE.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-1908790281525784925?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-54042979329839034012011-11-13T22:42:00.001+01:002011-11-14T00:01:58.110+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_rft0Rl2tq0/TsA5c81pVkI/AAAAAAAAB38/bJ_qXVF_3nA/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_rft0Rl2tq0/TsA5c81pVkI/AAAAAAAAB38/bJ_qXVF_3nA/s400/013.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Me traspasó una nube,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">vino hacia mí como un fantasma.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sentí su frescura en mi cara y su prisa,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">yo no éra su destino,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">pero nos poseimos un instante ambas.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No sabré nunca si ella</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>respiró tan profundo como yo al inspirarla,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">si&nbsp;mi expiración vaga <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>por el infinito parte suya. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fotografía y poema Milagros Morales. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-5404297932983903401?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-57321316368089555522011-11-13T10:48:00.000+01:002011-11-13T10:48:25.282+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XCsrXc_AeA/Tr-RRxfxxcI/AAAAAAAAB3o/cwSII0MkBDc/s1600/DSCN0556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XCsrXc_AeA/Tr-RRxfxxcI/AAAAAAAAB3o/cwSII0MkBDc/s400/DSCN0556.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gracias por las inmensas y numerosas&nbsp; felicitaciones que he recibido por este medio.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">llenas de belleza de imágenes , de música... de amistad y cariño . Me emociona y llena mi corazón </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y me estimula a seguir haciendo de la poesía un estilo de vida. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sois un tesoro para mi.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Este poema es para todos. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Quise ser el último destello del atardecer,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">el máximo azucar de la fruta madura,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">pájaro que en primavera hace un nido nuevo,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>recordar cómo sabe la cereza robada.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">La realidad me ha despertado a mi reflejo cuarteado; </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">pero mi otoño <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>llena el suelo de avellanas,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>castañas y nueces. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-5732131636808955552?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-11089814914093200402011-11-08T15:13:00.000+01:002011-11-08T15:13:00.416+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSoanKok1Pc/Trk4agYGJRI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/Sy6IdjDNnLs/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSoanKok1Pc/Trk4agYGJRI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/Sy6IdjDNnLs/s400/005.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Nubes y nieve desde mi ventana;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">es hora de hacer fuego, </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">mantenerlo encendido.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">El calor está adentro </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y tejo una bufanda;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">tengo recursos para el frío.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Puedes hacer lo que te venga en gana. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fotos y poema&nbsp; Milagros Morales. </span></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-HO1PC2PiM/Trk4jOj6WrI/AAAAAAAAB3g/iw5a_6y4c3s/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-HO1PC2PiM/Trk4jOj6WrI/AAAAAAAAB3g/iw5a_6y4c3s/s400/004.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-1108981491409320040?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-84597038652767828932011-11-06T19:59:00.000+01:002011-11-06T19:59:16.482+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EktmsgE84mY/TrbYt8iTJEI/AAAAAAAAB2w/XLr3UoQ22_A/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EktmsgE84mY/TrbYt8iTJEI/AAAAAAAAB2w/XLr3UoQ22_A/s400/019.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ha sido el viento</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>el que ha cubierto con nubes mi cielo;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>me ha desnudado con pasión </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y luego me ha arrancado de raíz.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ha sido él , el que me priva de vivir</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">después de una eterna batalla, </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>y me derriba<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>en la arena.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pero yo lo amo, partida y desmenbrada</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>aunque la sierra<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>corte mi esperanza.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Antes me dió vida.. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Foto y poema Milagros Morales.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-8459703865276782893?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-72655555927518723992011-11-03T11:02:00.001+01:002011-11-03T17:34:21.920+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBkSxPFy_lE/TrJmel5WQPI/AAAAAAAAB1o/WwD64HlgSvY/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBkSxPFy_lE/TrJmel5WQPI/AAAAAAAAB1o/WwD64HlgSvY/s400/005.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Un planeta en la UCI,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">conectado a máquinas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">con una vida dependiente,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">no puede ofrecer amaneceres; </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">tampoco generar una humanidad</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">con olor a maíz maduro.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Los espacios se convierten en habitaciones </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">selladas y esterilizadas,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">el sol en foco de quirófano.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No hay una atmósfera alternativa para los pájaros. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Foto y poema MIlagros Morales.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-7265555592751872399?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-72467209778153266792011-11-01T12:37:00.003+01:002011-11-02T11:06:11.985+01:00Dedicada a Luigi Maráez. <br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">La tumba del arzobispo.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">La tumba del arzobispo está destapada.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Abierta a un cielo sin lucir <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de cráneos de ovejas </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">con quijadas de incisivos y caninos afilados.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Su boato <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>relleno de huesos carcomidos,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">esparcidas las cuentas del rosario,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>y la cruz intacta.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Su calavera no ríe. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eso es todo. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">++++++</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;">El Cementerio de los niños.</span><br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Cuando a la muerte le toca <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>hacer de nodriza,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;se viste de blanco con tules </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">como una novia virgen</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y ofrece su pechos<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>como cántaros con ecos.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">¡Silencio!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>En niño duerme eterno;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ajeno a los muñecos mutilados y sin ojos</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">con ángeles a su cabecera</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">+++++</span></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-7246720977815326679?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-84441033684403164692011-10-27T15:10:00.000+02:002011-10-27T15:10:20.682+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSn_VdKOGFg/TqlTaBkF5UI/AAAAAAAAB0k/1NrGzMctdhw/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSn_VdKOGFg/TqlTaBkF5UI/AAAAAAAAB0k/1NrGzMctdhw/s400/004.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Con la luz veo la tela de araña</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que atrapa lo efímero en lo peremne.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Observo el sutil entramado</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que hace inadvertida </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">su cadena perpetua;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y agradezco por un instante</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que el otoño me desnude.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">No quiero conservar mis hojas </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">a consta de ser pisoteada </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">por múltiples patas.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aunque no está en mi decidir</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">lo que quiero ser,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">si está, cómo quiero ser lo que soy. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fotografía y poema Milagros Morales.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-8444103368440316469?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-35103320733973108532011-10-26T13:00:00.001+02:002011-10-26T15:21:23.212+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUOpJYw1mfk/TqfnaR9zpTI/AAAAAAAAB0U/9mda440yRaE/s1600/DSCN0458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUOpJYw1mfk/TqfnaR9zpTI/AAAAAAAAB0U/9mda440yRaE/s320/DSCN0458.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">El este y el oeste son lo mismo:</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Un lienzo en espera de pinceles. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Los mismos contraluces de los árboles,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>y el mismo espectáculo de luz y de colores </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">en&nbsp; nacimiento y despedida.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">La vida es como un día. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Amanece y atardece con farolas encendidas </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y la misma luz sin cera.</span></span></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xn2PRHH7TQ/Tqfnn5E092I/AAAAAAAAB0c/8vlfkB2ndPE/s1600/DSCN0453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xn2PRHH7TQ/Tqfnn5E092I/AAAAAAAAB0c/8vlfkB2ndPE/s320/DSCN0453.JPG" width="240px" /></a></div><br /><br />Fotos y poemas Milagros Morales.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-3510332073397310853?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-36155627028696007632011-10-24T00:53:00.000+02:002011-10-24T00:53:25.490+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBOPiNxTh5Y/TqSaQIJB09I/AAAAAAAAB0M/0U_WuW6Hg-M/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBOPiNxTh5Y/TqSaQIJB09I/AAAAAAAAB0M/0U_WuW6Hg-M/s400/007.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">No hay puente para cruzar el río.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Voy de piedra en piedra </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que resbala y se mueve</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">pero consigo <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>no mojarme.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">No camino sola</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;tú siempre por delante.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me regalas rosas en otoño, </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">tu rosal es peremne. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Aún así me siento hoja caída. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto y poema Milagros Morales. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-3615562702869600763?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-52529335895683485692011-10-20T22:57:00.000+02:002011-10-20T22:57:59.906+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YOSKqa_TLY/TqCLARldN4I/AAAAAAAAB0E/sPXtAf6luM0/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YOSKqa_TLY/TqCLARldN4I/AAAAAAAAB0E/sPXtAf6luM0/s400/005.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Vuelvo de viaje y me reencuentro con mis cosas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">esas que están vivas porque viví con ellas.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">En el mismo lugar, no falta nada,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">una capa de polvo las protegió en mi ausencia.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Las voy tocando una a una,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">algunas no las recordaba y son una sorpresa</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">otras están algo viejas, desfasadas…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">pero siguen mias y las amo con fuerza.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Las retomo, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>las abrazo y doy gracias por ellas.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Es un dia sagrado.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Foto y poema Milagros Morales. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-5252933589568348569?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-88350538246110943592011-10-17T22:53:00.001+02:002011-10-17T22:55:36.526+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NJnQJScrJpI/TpyVBWvMHkI/AAAAAAAABz8/slLYRckf0sM/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NJnQJScrJpI/TpyVBWvMHkI/AAAAAAAABz8/slLYRckf0sM/s400/001.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;Me has cerrado<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>puertas y más puertas;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">algunas con candados, otras con rejas.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cada portazo suena a martillazo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">a un nuevo clavo, que deja su <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>huella.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sin embargo, </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>no es a mi a quien encierras .</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eres tú, tu propio carcelero.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Yo estoy fuera. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fotografía y poema </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Milagros Morales.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-8835053824611094359?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-47284738888992031852011-10-15T14:59:00.001+02:002011-10-15T15:56:13.832+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xzdq2jVnIpc/TpmDUYST8LI/AAAAAAAABz0/Kr63VMhTWcI/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xzdq2jVnIpc/TpmDUYST8LI/AAAAAAAABz0/Kr63VMhTWcI/s400/016.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><strong><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">No entiendo nada de lo que me está pasando. Aquí <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>estoy suspendida en el abismo; pegada como el imán de una nevera . A mis pies los bosques de los pinos y las hayas que hacen con sus copas tapices variopintos de diferentes texturas y colores. Las nubes , de vez en cuando, vienen hacia mí<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>como una amenaza <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>que me envuelve y luego me traspasan dejándome húmeda &nbsp;como si fuera una piedra más . Los buitres <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>me huelen , se acercan, pero les espanta el latido de mi corazón vivo. No sé que hago aquí, salí a pasear esta mañana por una senda llana . Yo no soy una mujer de escaladas<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>ni de alturas. Me dá miedo el abismo, no soy aventurera. Sin embargo<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>sentí<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>una fuerte atracción en mi espalda y una fuerza gigantesca me arrastró hasta esta piedra con aleaciones de hierro y me quedé pegada . Pero<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>ahora que recuerdo: Llevo una navaja de acero en la mochila.&nbsp;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><strong><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large; mso-spacerun: yes;">Relato y fotografía. Milagros Morales. </span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-4728473888899203185?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-70158488291476487982011-10-12T23:10:00.000+02:002011-10-12T23:10:34.350+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GeXjTftM7Ns/TpYCAXq45tI/AAAAAAAABzs/bMMFostsk4Y/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GeXjTftM7Ns/TpYCAXq45tI/AAAAAAAABzs/bMMFostsk4Y/s400/012.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">De la luz proceden estas sombras </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que tatúan mi piel. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto y poema&nbsp; Milagros Morales. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-7015848829147648798?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-10789683939175894392011-10-10T14:45:00.000+02:002011-10-10T14:45:19.533+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RIHyH1QlmnQ/TpLoVYpFtAI/AAAAAAAABzo/9hFdj5UsSi4/s1600/255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RIHyH1QlmnQ/TpLoVYpFtAI/AAAAAAAABzo/9hFdj5UsSi4/s400/255.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">NO me cambiaré de orilla</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">aunque vea que la otra es más verde;</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">a este lugar me trae mi historia</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y por él continúa.</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No puedo decirle a mi corazón:</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: center; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">-</span><span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Late a un ritmo nuevo.</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt 18pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Eso implicaría su súbita parada.</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt 18pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tampoco puedo renunciar a mis genes</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt 18pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ellos llevan escrito mi trayecto.</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt 18pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Y no quiero decir con esto que no sea libre,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">-puede cambiarme de orilla</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en cualquier momento-</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pero lo que más libre me hace</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">es seguir en lo que soy,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en lo que creo,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt 36pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">en lo que vivo.</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-1078968393917589439?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-33130099532873041132011-10-09T19:58:00.000+02:002011-10-09T19:58:30.470+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6KQie1QzOo/TpHgU8VaxcI/AAAAAAAABzk/AYSXHAVb3_s/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6KQie1QzOo/TpHgU8VaxcI/AAAAAAAABzk/AYSXHAVb3_s/s400/001.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eres poesía ( Para&nbsp; María&nbsp; Jesús)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eres remanso de diamante pulido;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">espejo que da luz mientras refleja.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eres esencia exquisita que impregna</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y&nbsp; perfuma toda estancia.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tienes el don para unos pocos escogidos:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Esperas con esperanza”.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Haces fácil lo que no es sencillo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">das gratis dando gracias.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vives con serenidad el día a día,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">como un horizonte sin ventana.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eres pan de horno de leña </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">amasado a mano,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">guiso sustancioso de buena cocina,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">la fortaleza de lo frágil y sencillo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">esa que no se hunde ni se oxida.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eres querida amiga…………Poesía. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Con cariño Milagros. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-3313009953287304113?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-25509993582948440992011-10-06T09:35:00.000+02:002011-10-06T09:35:07.180+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIgI75cpFj8/To1Yrua7XaI/AAAAAAAABzg/xvaMdWzFcdw/s1600/298266_183776681700471_100002044222148_404636_1820776930_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIgI75cpFj8/To1Yrua7XaI/AAAAAAAABzg/xvaMdWzFcdw/s400/298266_183776681700471_100002044222148_404636_1820776930_n.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Prefiero ser falda a ser cumbre.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dar a mis pasos vuelo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ser bosque, río, senda...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Prefiero la dificultad de la escalada,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">la ilusión de superarme a llegar.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Después de la cumbre siempre viene el descenso.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Acuarela de Luis María Beamonte.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-2550999358294844099?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-27649706273026207502011-10-04T12:04:00.000+02:002011-10-04T12:04:13.170+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RGPrJZXlzTQ/TorZDNTt8RI/AAAAAAAABzc/rUCCWzKPxGA/s1600/287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RGPrJZXlzTQ/TorZDNTt8RI/AAAAAAAABzc/rUCCWzKPxGA/s400/287.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">No hay altar para la humanidad </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que ve en todo regalo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">para la que se desnuda y se libera,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">para la que se da a si misma</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">como espejo .</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Los altares son para imágenes</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de piedra o de madera.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tú eres universo , vida, oscuridad...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Puerta abierta al misterio</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que sólo unos pocos</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">pueden descifrar. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-2764970627302620750?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-46069150884705329572011-10-03T10:23:00.000+02:002011-10-03T10:23:38.187+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQhnzS4EH1Q/TolvpNCE3KI/AAAAAAAABzY/X8mk87bOuQ4/s1600/crisantemos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQhnzS4EH1Q/TolvpNCE3KI/AAAAAAAABzY/X8mk87bOuQ4/s400/crisantemos.jpg" width="358px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Las espinacas y las acelgas tienen hierro</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">pero sigo llorando al pelar las cebollas,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">me afligen las capas enterradas</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que no<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>tienen corazón;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">prefiero una calabaza<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>arrastrada con pepitas.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">No todo lo que alimenta sacia,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">ni&nbsp;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;lo</span> que sale de la tierra es plenitud.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Los crisantemos<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>no querrian ser las flores<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>de los muertos. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">De mi poemario&nbsp; Hortal de poemas. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-4606915088470532957?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-16742348146244663962011-10-02T15:36:00.001+02:002011-10-02T15:39:04.633+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6VZrDDy60o/TohomCgy1FI/AAAAAAAABzU/bnTpJ6k8jZM/s1600/ocimum-basilicum-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6VZrDDy60o/TohomCgy1FI/AAAAAAAABzU/bnTpJ6k8jZM/s400/ocimum-basilicum-2.jpg" width="287px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Los perfumes de mi infancia son estos:</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">El olor de la tierra recién arada,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">el <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de la mata de tomate del huerto,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">el de la hierba y el alfarce,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">el de la albahaca de la peana</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">de la Virgen de la Huerta.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">El olor de las mermeladas de mi abuela</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">de ciruela y alberge,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">el de la paja trillada en la era,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">el de las pinochas de maiz maduras</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">el del fuego de la leña de olivo.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Son perfumes que me&nbsp;han hecho </span></span></span><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">cesto;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y ya sé que&nbsp; mi&nbsp;mimbre los derrama</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">pero… ¿ Para qué los quiero sólo mios?.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">De&nbsp; mi poemario " Hortal de poemas"</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-1674234814624466396?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-53341346280189985822011-10-01T10:59:00.001+02:002011-10-01T11:00:13.335+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHXrB3X-ziY/TobVua20K1I/AAAAAAAABzQ/p6sLvDy8HxE/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHXrB3X-ziY/TobVua20K1I/AAAAAAAABzQ/p6sLvDy8HxE/s400/001.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mi piel de pimiento</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">se pela con el calor&nbsp; de los afectos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Huelo a tomate recién cogido.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me encanta el polvo </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de la tierra en mi cuerpo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">cuando lleno tu cesto.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tapo mi corazón como al cardo;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">lo protejo del frío.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Soy festín de mesa que alimenta.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">De mi poemario " Hortal de poemas".</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-5334134628018998582?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-35683636887564590452011-09-27T15:11:00.000+02:002011-09-27T15:11:12.596+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rET14exkd48/ToHIVS96E7I/AAAAAAAABzM/cL8M-GFGHDc/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rET14exkd48/ToHIVS96E7I/AAAAAAAABzM/cL8M-GFGHDc/s400/004.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Siento que mi estómago se comprime</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">como el fuelle de un órgano</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">pero no se llena de sonidos mi catedral.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Retumba el quejido</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">de la puerta al abrirse y al cerrarse;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">se ha colado el vértigo de nuevo</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y se arrodilla a rezarle letanías a la duda.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Permanezco inmóvil en la penumbra</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">ante el retablo de mi vida incompleto.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Las bóvedas son demasiado elevadas</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>para mis escaleras;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">nunca alcanzaré el techo que albergo.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mi ilusión <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>seguirá suspendida</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de una sirga en el centro</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y mis altares sin santo. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Catedral de Tarazona</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Foto y poema Milagros Morales.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-3568363688756459045?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-82053502368120467032011-09-26T14:53:00.001+02:002011-09-26T15:15:31.993+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B-FVRjBed1w/ToBz2qQdFKI/AAAAAAAABzI/Gv9-0y-qIQw/s1600/1251871717_52543e1096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B-FVRjBed1w/ToBz2qQdFKI/AAAAAAAABzI/Gv9-0y-qIQw/s400/1251871717_52543e1096.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me sumerjo hasta la profundidad</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">de los barcos hundidos,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">donde las algas y los peces sin ojos</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">han creado su hábitat.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Allá&nbsp;el enmudecimiento&nbsp;y la ceguera </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">atraen al peso que no flota.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me siento atrapada</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">por un abrazo de losa milenaria;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">entonces reacciono y dejo de sentirme.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me olvido de mi misma </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y poco a poco, asciendo.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Una vez arriba me ondula la brisa</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y soy ola de nuevo.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Beso la comisura de los labios de la vida. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-8205350236812046703?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-970169717971007892011-09-25T21:22:00.000+02:002011-09-25T21:22:40.745+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPf4968j6SI/Tn99Mi5flqI/AAAAAAAABy4/NKZvEFGFX2I/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPf4968j6SI/Tn99Mi5flqI/AAAAAAAABy4/NKZvEFGFX2I/s400/026.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: large;">Es un atardecer lavanda</span></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXMQfdUKGTc/Tn99UnHdlDI/AAAAAAAABy8/Ms574lA7M00/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXMQfdUKGTc/Tn99UnHdlDI/AAAAAAAABy8/Ms574lA7M00/s400/011.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">en que se desdibuja mi tierra entregada.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXjh5Nl40JU/Tn9-yWWQt-I/AAAAAAAABzE/p4dlV_UKsaA/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXjh5Nl40JU/Tn9-yWWQt-I/AAAAAAAABzE/p4dlV_UKsaA/s400/024.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tu resplandor&nbsp; me perfila</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xW7a4ONDh7I/Tn99iyrNjII/AAAAAAAABzA/TElddEOcz8A/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xW7a4ONDh7I/Tn99iyrNjII/AAAAAAAABzA/TElddEOcz8A/s400/015.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mientras te marchas. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Fotos y textos. Milagros Morales.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-97016971797100789?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-57493151728504643982011-09-23T18:11:00.000+02:002011-09-23T18:11:10.825+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G98b0w278XU/Tnyu1CZaUEI/AAAAAAAABy0/jQAG_YWbmfA/s1600/DSC00324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G98b0w278XU/Tnyu1CZaUEI/AAAAAAAABy0/jQAG_YWbmfA/s400/DSC00324.jpg" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quiero vivir;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y no porque mi creador lo quiera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">sino porque lo quiero yo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Independientemente de los motivos que él</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">tuvo para crearme,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">una vez concluida no le pertenezco.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tampoco me pertenezco a mí.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Siempre está el destino en movimiento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y la piel toma el color del camino.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hay cosas que se escapan del cincel de los sueños</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de las previsiones y los desafíos.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quiero que la vida </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">transforme mis pestañas en alas,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que mis labios sean volcán encendido,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que mi útero la charca de peces en carrera,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">para darle sentido. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-5749315172850464398?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-80688453787827315012011-09-20T23:27:00.000+02:002011-09-20T23:27:00.032+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TToKSgHx790/TnkEYgB407I/AAAAAAAAByw/zX0ZBs9-xU0/s1600/382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TToKSgHx790/TnkEYgB407I/AAAAAAAAByw/zX0ZBs9-xU0/s400/382.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No he avanzado nada.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Es la vida la que pasa por mis orillas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y yo creo que ando;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">pero sigo hincada en el mismo barro que soy.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tan indefensa <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>como un niño,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">tan sensible como la hoja al viento,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">agrietada en el mismo amor que me cura.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Foto y poema Milagros Morales.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-8068845378782731501?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-11850748829777044002011-09-17T01:02:00.000+02:002011-09-17T01:02:07.182+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0F_gQ0q9Ko/TnPVDCtIkhI/AAAAAAAABys/lEG4tfWhMPk/s1600/paisaje-marino-atardeder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266px" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0F_gQ0q9Ko/TnPVDCtIkhI/AAAAAAAABys/lEG4tfWhMPk/s400/paisaje-marino-atardeder.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lo único que<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>queda es la mirada.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Un atardecer se prendió en ella </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">para siempre.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">La silueta de la luna,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>se difuminó la noche en que su melena,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>dejó de ser mar.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No hay vuelo en la falda de los barcos anclados.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-1185074882977704400?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-44226939942056346992011-09-12T15:29:00.001+02:002011-09-12T15:36:06.132+02:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoWQ6VKYHbI/Tm4Kl0hg4kI/AAAAAAAAByo/_SMiYaPHHLg/s1600/00413426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoWQ6VKYHbI/Tm4Kl0hg4kI/AAAAAAAAByo/_SMiYaPHHLg/s400/00413426.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Con un hachazo me has llenado de resina</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y no hay lluvia que lave mi corteza,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">el resto de mi existencia desde ahora</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">será pegajosa y pringada.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No sé como librarme de esta sensación</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de pertenencia <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>tan intima, </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de la prisión perenne que vivo<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>solo,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de este olor que exhalo y <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>no me perfuma,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">de lo que fluye de mis propias entrañas </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y que en mi se queda.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Me pinchan millones de agujas con el viento</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">mientras un magma frio me recorre</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y arrasa las alas trasparentes que hospedaba.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-4422693994205634699?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-39584329449659059522011-09-10T13:39:00.000+02:002011-09-10T13:39:33.578+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jI1iGMOvD0M/TmtL40q91uI/AAAAAAAAByk/QQ5KBzXExE4/s1600/289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jI1iGMOvD0M/TmtL40q91uI/AAAAAAAAByk/QQ5KBzXExE4/s400/289.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">La casa tiene ecos de vacía</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">se ha quedado estancada,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">ya no es balancín de vida</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">el futuro no duerme en sus camas.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Está demasiado limpia y ordenada</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">le faltan mediodías, ojos de primavera,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>que portee el día las ventanas.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pero en la casa se sigue haciendo mermelada. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto y poema Milagros Morales</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-3958432944965905952?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-46457859409875263222011-09-09T11:00:00.001+02:002011-09-09T14:27:14.158+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBcYwTGUH_A/TmnVEcjT2sI/AAAAAAAAByA/ENUSqMEYHII/s1600/noguera_tio_miguel_detalle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBcYwTGUH_A/TmnVEcjT2sI/AAAAAAAAByA/ENUSqMEYHII/s400/noguera_tio_miguel_detalle.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;Somos&nbsp;</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>nueces verdes </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;nos sujetamos</span>&nbsp;con fuerza a la rama;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>pero llegará un tiempo que el viento<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>y la lluvia </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">nos&nbsp;desprendan y&nbsp;nos dispersen por el suelo.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Nos hacemos asequibles cuando nos caemos</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">cuando dejamos de sentirnos dioses</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Nuestra divinidad<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>sale a la luz cuando se rompe </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>la corteza de nuestros hemisferios cerebrales </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-4645785940987526322?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-328137630747746952011-09-07T00:21:00.000+02:002011-09-07T00:21:56.383+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mw1U6uiwGuM/TmacmzzJ6sI/AAAAAAAABx0/kF9lT0VkhEI/s1600/Chrysanthemum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mw1U6uiwGuM/TmacmzzJ6sI/AAAAAAAABx0/kF9lT0VkhEI/s400/Chrysanthemum.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Me pegué a palabras de miel;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">las hice mías.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hoy las calles despojadas de banderas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">con esquinas sin cupones</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">y puentes que no acercan mundos,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">se han quedado sin voz.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pero me pertenece la percusión</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;que oí y recuerdo.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Y a veces… Bailo… amor.&nbsp;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-32813763074774695?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-86968521010065664012011-09-04T20:55:00.000+02:002011-09-04T20:55:37.049+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUqsYX0cQgo/TmPJBTxiryI/AAAAAAAABxw/Ska-S1bRo8I/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUqsYX0cQgo/TmPJBTxiryI/AAAAAAAABxw/Ska-S1bRo8I/s400/006.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">La última luz de este atardecer</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">enciende mis ramas despeinadas por el aire.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">¿ A donde asirme cuando mis apoyos son </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">calles sin manos a distintas horas?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">El presente es la campana de la torre quieta,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>en la eterna espera de nada y de todo;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">del recuerdo silueta sin detalles</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>nube morada en el cielo de mi piel. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Foto y poema Milagros Morales.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-8696852101006566401?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-57566874764750145542011-09-02T11:48:00.001+02:002011-09-02T14:40:23.249+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1CbZvSZV6hA/TmCl4w1OK1I/AAAAAAAABxc/cbIR_R2dsvY/s1600/271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1CbZvSZV6hA/TmCl4w1OK1I/AAAAAAAABxc/cbIR_R2dsvY/s400/271.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">¿Por qué siento que en&nbsp;mi vida</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">he sembrado muchos pedregales?</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Al final la cosecha </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">me ha decepcionado.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">¿ Pero es mia la culpa o de la tierra?</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yo ya se que el terreno es arduo.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sin embargo con mi sudor</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">abrí los surcos,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y mis semillas enterré con cuidado.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lo regé y cuidé con esmero….</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pero al final,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>no me dió para pan mi granero.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto y poema&nbsp; Milagros&nbsp; Morales</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-5756687476475014554?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-70861147632719881232011-09-01T16:21:00.002+02:002011-09-02T11:27:24.501+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4gBBLZntEQ/Tl-UZfWWxXI/AAAAAAAABxY/Cvs4rL4z8AI/s1600/385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4gBBLZntEQ/Tl-UZfWWxXI/AAAAAAAABxY/Cvs4rL4z8AI/s320/385.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esculpiré lo mejor de mi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">para no llevarme equipaje.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Daré vida a la vida , forma a la nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">para que&nbsp;sea TODO.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esculpiré mis afectos, mis sueños y recuerdos;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">se harán tangibles y mi dureza será blanda.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;Sin peso me liberaré. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Foto y poema Milagros Morales. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-7086114763271988123?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-29326292149698956012011-08-29T21:47:00.000+02:002011-08-29T21:47:34.427+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uI1R1NO6kMQ/Tlvsd7j82xI/AAAAAAAABxU/mZZmf8NiNrk/s1600/404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uI1R1NO6kMQ/Tlvsd7j82xI/AAAAAAAABxU/mZZmf8NiNrk/s400/404.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Morir<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>es un desgarro en la placenta de la vida,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">un nuevo nacimiento.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Las goteras son proyectiles incómodos </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que desde el techo de su <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>maternal carpa, </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">nos golpean y licuan;</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>mientras avanzamos por el lodo</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>hacia la <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>salida de nuestros afanes.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Afuera nos aguarda una fuente<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>potable</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>un banco<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>a la sombra. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fotografia y poema </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Milagros&nbsp; Morales. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-2932629214969895601?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-15603544723648805922011-08-27T09:22:00.001+02:002011-08-29T15:55:46.072+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Oh26rSQfV8/TluaJxA32uI/AAAAAAAABxQ/hq1u5m3RCwo/s1600/418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Oh26rSQfV8/TluaJxA32uI/AAAAAAAABxQ/hq1u5m3RCwo/s400/418.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Déjame hospedarme en ti.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sentir tu respiración y tu calor como sábana.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Soy invisible pero conservo mi latido.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mis ojos son ventanas abiertas sin persianas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La belleza acaba siendo poso pausado,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">una reminiscencia de exuberancia;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">pero la plenitud se alcanza cuando,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">se borra la angosta senda que la corona.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cambio fachada por presencia. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">*****</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-1560354472364880592?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-72683643196208967292011-08-25T17:13:00.001+02:002011-08-25T17:15:36.327+02:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Quizá los precipicios éran placas solares o máscaras azotando como látigos</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">los metales forjados por la sed; o simplemente veletas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>oxidadas por el vértigo que convierte el poniente</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>en una rapsodia enloquecida.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">A veces los fantasmas son parte de nosotros,esa santa</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>ebriedad donde flota la semilla, siglos enterrada,</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">la máscara de asombro que ni siquiera el mar de las edades</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">consigue calmar.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Pero ahí siguen gestando un embarazo múltiple</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">.sólo en el sueño brota la primavera encendiéndo las estrellas</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>y los besos silvestre-</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Nada es etrerno pero tampoco vano; todo tiene su instante</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>que rompe su placenta y cada segundo es una solemnidad </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">que busca el pétreo silencio,la diadema auscultante de los asombros;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">aún sabiendo que nunca será reina la consciencia</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">ni la voz donde duerme el clamor inexistente.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">El calor de la tormenta asfixia mi resistencia y vuelve a rugir </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">como si fuera la primera noche del mundo.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Quizá el agua consiga despertarme pero será un volver en mi <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>violento;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>los signos <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de los tiempos no encuentran su nombre</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">y se ocultan en el delirio sostenido.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Urge una tregua para&nbsp;beber la vida fresca y trasparente;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">esa extensión que se hace túrbida en el rejuego del placer;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">solamente así las chimeneas darán humo con olor a romero</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">izando el estallido de los campanarios,y <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>el scherzo del trigo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>festejará la noche hoy <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>sombra sometida por el barro.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">La luna seguirá siendo vigia del murciélago</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">y su homilia la cripta de esas flores impresas en la cal</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">retenidas por el fuego cercenado; porque siempre hay un poema oculto</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">presidiendo la fontana inexistente y la pasión del fuego embalsamado. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Jose Angel Marín Ibañez y Milagros Morales García.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Él de Morata y yo de Tarazona.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Espero que os guste este experimento</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-7268364319620896729?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-68587003758270587752011-08-20T17:47:00.003+02:002011-08-23T23:38:55.287+02:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">De ves en cuando<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>las nubes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">descienden y sus estratos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">me atraviesan como puñales;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">pasan de largo, pero me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">dejan heridas de ausencias</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">que enfrían la vida.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">Mi sangre se empantana</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">con el escalofrío del sin deseo;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">mis ojos vuelven a ver espectros </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">en la añoranza;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">la brújula se vuelve loca</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">entre maletas incompletas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">y relojes demasiado impacientes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">Me quedo en el andén</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">de una estación apuntalada</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">esperando sin espera.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">Me olvide tomarme las pastillas de la vida</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">y ya no suenan <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>campanas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">que me hacían brincar como chotilla</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt;">moviendo la quietud de la hierba. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-6858700375827058775?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-25118306923675694912011-08-18T22:57:00.000+02:002011-08-18T22:57:58.319+02:00<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}"></span><br /><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span>&nbsp;</div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Inventaré palabras sin barrotes,<br />sin ecos,<br />sin acentos.<br />Omitiré las consonantes fuertes<br />y la U por si te produce<br /><span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">claustrofobia.<br />Así dejarás de tomar tranquilizantes<br />y quizá hasta podamos<br />compartir la sombra. <br /><br />Milagros Morales.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-2511830692367569491?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-61613121089364094382011-08-11T00:23:00.000+02:002011-08-11T00:23:52.911+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mi emoción se tiñe de distancia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">rostro en la sombra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que me susurra al oído</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">ilusiones olvidadas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">En las hiedras de mi jardín</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">queda atrapada su esencia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y trepa hasta mi ventana</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">donde siento su beso.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IiHxLzwkIts/TkMEtUgRpvI/AAAAAAAABxM/9AvIJHkrHxg/s1600/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IiHxLzwkIts/TkMEtUgRpvI/AAAAAAAABxM/9AvIJHkrHxg/s400/image.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-6161312108936409438?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-55509590829083186842011-08-08T16:11:00.001+02:002011-08-08T16:12:29.175+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWPgJEzqt90/Tj_tqbK3XJI/AAAAAAAABxI/uM5K9ogSfgI/s1600/dame+de+beber.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWPgJEzqt90/Tj_tqbK3XJI/AAAAAAAABxI/uM5K9ogSfgI/s400/dame+de+beber.jpg" width="271px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;">Para qué buscar&nbsp; otras &nbsp;fuentes </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;">si la tuya personalizada&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;">-a la justa medida de mi mano-</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;tiene el caudal &nbsp;exacto de mi&nbsp;sed.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;">¿Para qué?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;">Todas&nbsp;son con aditivos,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>de manantiales privados,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;">o de acequias canalizadas.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;">La tuya&nbsp;es la única REGALO.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;">sin embargo a veces se me olvida</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;">y noto mi desierto.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;">¿ Cuando me convenceré que sólo ella</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>puede llenar mi cantimplora?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;Milagros Morales&nbsp; García</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-5550959082908318684?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-73011098613951490322011-08-07T23:04:00.000+02:002011-08-07T23:04:46.957+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtjOXi5J7p8/Tj79jvGl2VI/AAAAAAAABxE/Z56V2czdCP0/s1600/IMG_2105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtjOXi5J7p8/Tj79jvGl2VI/AAAAAAAABxE/Z56V2czdCP0/s400/IMG_2105.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Decadente sociedad</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>que aplaude la injusticia </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">desde la barrera y los tendidos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">a son de fiesta sin saltar al ruedo.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Decrépita <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>civilización </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de pasivos espectadores </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de la muerte y el drama,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que borra <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>huellas anteriores</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">para disfrutar del <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>nuevo sacrificio.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La sangre virgen derramada <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">será el vino que os ahogue.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vuestros cánticos serán lamentos.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Para la puerta grande no quedarán hombros</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-7301109861395149032?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-656724845663778812011-08-06T18:03:00.000+02:002011-08-06T18:03:47.915+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8IhVN1eWK1c/Tj1lZfdj7GI/AAAAAAAABww/-a9rwMvFs9M/s1600/P1020692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8IhVN1eWK1c/Tj1lZfdj7GI/AAAAAAAABww/-a9rwMvFs9M/s400/P1020692.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me parece un sueño que la pradera pajiza</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>y desolada que contemplo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">fuera mi cuna.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ahora el viento caliente</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">arruga mis sábanas encogidas </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y no puedo engañar <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>a ninguna nube </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">para hacerme un colchón más desahogado</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">que no raspe mi cubito supino.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tengo un bombardeo <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>en mis oídos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de las voces de las <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>flores sin cenizas.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">No puedo ignorarlo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>pero me adormece y me frena</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">el opio de las amapolas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-65672484566377881?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-83763919334189749652011-08-04T23:54:00.000+02:002011-08-04T23:54:28.457+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qa5H1xT3tPg/TjsSvzfhIXI/AAAAAAAABws/azeWcR1yiXE/s1600/P4250044_bbb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qa5H1xT3tPg/TjsSvzfhIXI/AAAAAAAABws/azeWcR1yiXE/s400/P4250044_bbb.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Plancho con vapor escorado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">un mar de cadenetas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-8376391933418974965?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-76799437385587129772011-08-02T18:49:00.001+02:002011-08-02T18:50:58.333+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EkxQkvvuETo/Tjgp8kwX9tI/AAAAAAAABwo/0KWeK2KDFj4/s1600/P4290043a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EkxQkvvuETo/Tjgp8kwX9tI/AAAAAAAABwo/0KWeK2KDFj4/s400/P4290043a.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Comparto con gorriones&nbsp;mis viandas&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">pero no consigo que me salgan alas.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">¿ Será que están mal condimentadas?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foto Goyo Hueso.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-7679943738558712977?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-86635055279035843262011-07-31T12:30:00.002+02:002011-08-01T17:39:39.631+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-my1bcuPsIlA/TjUt5R87YaI/AAAAAAAABwc/pJ4gbcirBq4/s1600/gabriel_celaya_521469_t0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-my1bcuPsIlA/TjUt5R87YaI/AAAAAAAABwc/pJ4gbcirBq4/s400/gabriel_celaya_521469_t0.jpg" t$="true" width="297px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Maldigo la poesía concebida como un lujo cultural por los neutrales" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">( Gabriel Celaya)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">MI Curriculum<br /><br />Nací en el barrio de San Miguel de Tarazona<br />en el cogollo de una familia campesina.<br />Entre borrajas, pimientos y tomates<br />se desarrolló mi infancia;<br />en la era y el corral de las gallinas.<br /><br />Tengo el caracter de la " Mujer del pueblo":<br />Natural, generosa y sencilla.<br />Mujer de&nbsp; raíces, cierzo y cielo.<br /><br />Desde mi adolescencia escribo versos<br />que huelen a tomillo y manzanilla<br />-olores referentes del Moncayo-<br />Y los doy espontáneos y abundantes<br />como la tierra que da espiga en cada grano<br /><br />Conozco lo que es ser obrera.<br />Mi conciencia social es vivencial y productiva.<br /><br />Me doctoré en primaveras, veranos, otoños e inviernos<br />para ser esposa, madre, hija, hermana , amiga.<br /><br />Mis publicaciones y mis premios<br />son como las flores de la via verde<br />por donde camino cada día:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Son espectadoras de&nbsp;mis pasos<br />pero no son ni serán mis zapatillas.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Milagros Morales García<br />&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-8663505527903584326?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-20776106860063966882011-07-28T14:05:00.000+02:002011-07-28T14:05:32.529+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiFA0bv2xEo/TjFQIMS0X1I/AAAAAAAABwY/g3Th0vR4EJE/s1600/DSC00044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiFA0bv2xEo/TjFQIMS0X1I/AAAAAAAABwY/g3Th0vR4EJE/s400/DSC00044.JPG" t$="true" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A veces<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>brisa y otras remolino,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">transportista de nubes y de oxigeno,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">nómada de desierto y olas,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">avivador del fuego,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">presencia descubierta,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>vida en las ramas,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">necesario y vital.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">sonoro,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">siempre implicado,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">libre,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">abierto,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">transformador y creativo…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Alivio en el esfuerzo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y en la quietud escalofrío.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como el viento, amigo. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como el viento. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Muchas felicidades&nbsp; Josema. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3244508768867745890-2077610686006396688?l=poetaenparo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MiLaGroShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335254095694219647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244508768867745890.post-9675539243698949602011-07-23T00:19:00.001+02:002011-07-23T00:21:36.055+02:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztzhIAgeCZM/Tin30wJuJtI/AAAAAAAABwU/LSPpyur-VvQ/s1600/Luz%252520entre%252520Palmeras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztzhIAgeCZM/Tin30wJuJtI/AAAAAAAABwU/LSPpyur-VvQ/s400/Luz%252520entre%252520Palmeras.jpg" t$="true" width="266px" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Llego en el viento lejos al recuerdo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>que me hace golondrina.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&g