tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219925242024-03-23T19:17:44.360+01:00Entre TankasMis pequeños pensamientos en treinta y una sílabasNoa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.comBlogger455125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-27074980000693347032007-12-24T16:07:00.000+01:002007-12-24T16:13:50.159+01:00Felices fiestas<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">Queridos amigos, a pesar de todo este tiempo de mutismo y afonía tankera; llego a tiempo de poder desearos con el corazón repleto de gratitud a los que día a día seguís pasando por mis rincones que un orvallo de felicidad os sorprenda sin paraguas, empapándoos tanto a vosotros como a vuestros seres queridos, mientras el arco iris de la paz y la esperanza alumbra vuestro camino en el siguiente año.<br /><br />Espero en estos próximos días de fiesta ir pudiendo pasarme por todos vuestros bellos y entrañables lugares y ponerme al día tanto en ellos, como en actualizar todas vuestras preciosas aportaciones..<br /><br />Disculpad la ausencia, ha sido un largo y duro camino hasta llegar aquí. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>FELICES FIESTAS Y UN NUEVO AÑO REPLETO DE AMOR Y FELICIDAD</strong></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-24578733227397337252007-10-12T09:53:00.000+02:002007-10-12T09:58:22.158+02:00Enredadera<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía de Daniel Operacz</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1X996HDWTSUOUiebf3Jwl7AKbwcVQFV3Z_IVBJfnmfx26eZyDOC2YR1yrz-CoO3VC2pYhyhznsBi_BDMhX9dSkoR1uNmlON-QjOUj4U5hHK3ih9fli1NicYu2fZzKSB13FnU/s1600-h/2+de+daniel+operacz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120355497688022306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1X996HDWTSUOUiebf3Jwl7AKbwcVQFV3Z_IVBJfnmfx26eZyDOC2YR1yrz-CoO3VC2pYhyhznsBi_BDMhX9dSkoR1uNmlON-QjOUj4U5hHK3ih9fli1NicYu2fZzKSB13FnU/s320/2+de+daniel+operacz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#006400;">Y tus caricias<br />van tejiendo deseo,<br />brotando puras<br />como enredadera,<br />recubriendo mi cuerpo.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#006400;">12 de octubre de 2007</span></span><br /></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com75tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-40438059405196594962007-10-03T20:53:00.000+02:002007-10-12T10:21:38.286+02:00Otoño<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía de Andrew Ramdat</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX39zIEQziOdyK294KZZ-wlbY6HKjV1jl_zNjey94VSC8z9UZgJg0PuYOTAtlKTUcqSE5_D9ODgMTe5V9t9mU1WUcJ6EHeema6eVBL3jrT_VWe3iy_oHztOX3iG37xx_C08fcR/s1600-h/de+andrew+ramdat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117185991188284594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX39zIEQziOdyK294KZZ-wlbY6HKjV1jl_zNjey94VSC8z9UZgJg0PuYOTAtlKTUcqSE5_D9ODgMTe5V9t9mU1WUcJ6EHeema6eVBL3jrT_VWe3iy_oHztOX3iG37xx_C08fcR/s320/de+andrew+ramdat.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;">El puente hacia<br />el otoño se abre<br />ante nosotros,<br />la sinfonía seca<br />cierra filas rojizas.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff3030;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;">3 de octubre de 2007</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff3030;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff3030;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff7f24;">Los besos de sol<br />pintan huellas doradas,<br />como alfombra<br />de mágico follaje<br />en cada tierra virgen.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff7f24;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;">Esplendoroso<br />el paisaje bruñido<br />me tiende un puente<br />hacia el invierno<br />de mi almanaque.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;">*escrito por Diana L. Caffaratti</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff7f24;">Tú, en mis ojos,<br />el otoño mágico:<br />si yo en tus brazos;<br />los astros por testigos<br />tú, lo inmediato.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff7f24;">*escrito por Yole</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;">Dame tu mano<br />estoy del otro lado<br />esperándote</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;">con mi vestido rojo<br />de hojarasca lenta.</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;">*escrito por -Pato-</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff7f24;">Y los colores<br />de las hojas caídas<br />tapizan suelos<br />de incipiente vida<br />en los árboles viejos.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff7f24;">*escrito por Marmota</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;">Otoño frío,<br />entre ocres y amarillas<br />hojitas sueltas,<br />lánguidas volanteras,<br />barriletes* se elevan.</span></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;">*escrito por Anngiels</span></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">Barrilete = cometa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff7f24;">Da paso el sol,<br />a la melancólica<br />caída ocre.<br />Liberan crujidos<br />una música nueva.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff7f24;">*escrito por Uma</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;">No hay otoño.<br />sí frutos de amores,<br />con el recuerdo<br />de cristales índigo,<br />ocasos de mar, y tú.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff3030;">*escrito por Meirlauquen</span></span></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff7f24;">Deja que cruce<br />puentes de nubes rojas,<br />deja que siembre<br />de besos los otoños,<br />de puentes cada nube.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff7f24;">*escrito por Zooey</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-49320770896298595982007-10-02T22:00:00.000+02:002007-10-02T22:09:21.457+02:00Gracias Algaire<div align="justify"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><a href="http://pinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2007/09/tanka-ii.html" target="_blank"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Aquí</strong></span></a></li> podréis contemplar el arte de saber elegir acertadamente un cuadro, para fusionar <a href="http://pinturaypoesia.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>pintura y poesía</strong></span></a></li>.<br /><br />Gracias <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498378930775799589" target="_blank"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Algaire</strong></span></a></li>, por volver a vestir uno de mis pequeños pensamientos con los colores de grandes genios del arte.</span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-60029918240664236582007-09-14T15:37:00.000+02:002007-10-02T21:58:26.905+02:00Libro abierto<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía "Book mark" de Solange S</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwW1fUx-niZLKgqEJVG7amP8u8VJfRn1eVCbShuK9n4WYFvSlKu99m9k1kqv5r4wr5gO4XujIg9xKtm0sOptdYMs-dEyGpSpXoMox3vTEFL82u31ouCEuUk-P3Uun5Lr4mchc/s1600-h/book+mark+de+solange+s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110054062072850866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwW1fUx-niZLKgqEJVG7amP8u8VJfRn1eVCbShuK9n4WYFvSlKu99m9k1kqv5r4wr5gO4XujIg9xKtm0sOptdYMs-dEyGpSpXoMox3vTEFL82u31ouCEuUk-P3Uun5Lr4mchc/s320/book+mark+de+solange+s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">Lee mi cuerpo,<br />deletrea mis besos,<br />recorre mi piel;<br />mi pasión es un libro<br />abierto para ti. Ven!</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">14 de septiembre de 2007</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cd5555;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cd5555;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#8b658b;">Letras para vos<br />vienen viajando en mi,<br />me brotan solas.<br />Huyen ante mis ojos,<br />Tímidas, se devoran.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b658b;">*escrito por -Pato-</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">Desnuda mi alma,<br />invade mi corazón,<br />sólo así sabrás<br />que muero y resucito<br />si me tocas con tu luz...</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></span></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#8b658b;">Nuevas historias<br />escondidas en tus hojas,<br />letras conversas<br />del lenguaje de locos<br />que enamoran cabezas.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b658b;">*escrito por Marmota</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">Vuelta a tu piel,<br />la poesía final.<br />mis manos ciegas<br />otean horizontes<br />trajinan surcos, besos.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">*escrito por Meirlauquen</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#8b658b;">Busca mis versos,<br />en el libro abierto<br />por los dos juntos,<br />paséate por cada<br />centímetro de piel.</span></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b658b;">*escrito por Aiguamel</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">Déjame tocar<br />tus labios y tu risa,<br />déjame escribir<br />todas esas palabras<br />que no me atrevo a decir.<br /><br />Descubre tu piel<br />para que yo te piense,<br />para ser parte,<br />para que no te invente,<br />para poder perderme.<br /><br />Abre tu mente,<br />como se abren los días,<br />para vivirlos,<br />para que yo los ande,<br />para que allí me quede.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">*escrito por Zooey</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#8b658b;">Ven, obsérvame<br />contempla florecida<br />mi piel, mis poros,<br />el dulzor del encanto<br />de sabernos vibrando.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b658b;">*escrito por Uma</span> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">Descifrándome<br />sabes reinventar mi piel...<br />abre mis días<br />relee mis despertares<br />dibuja mi anochecer.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">*escrito por Calanda</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-4211149553674502212007-09-11T19:58:00.000+02:002007-09-14T15:36:54.342+02:00Ofrendas<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía "Worship" de Swapan Kumar Sahoo</span></em></div><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07G7QTuaWjDUTNwAb_2wMzThLxWtxhE5Pp4GxCT2UJjFezD5-6L2xtSrHY8V3XZMllk-r-kUj-faNtpwPaig8uXCSBXBEJow_dLfI0vz-Z40Mqb_bxiZhjV7xMo5bJfOrp7DN/s1600-h/worship+de+swapan+kumar+sahoo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109007701140390290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07G7QTuaWjDUTNwAb_2wMzThLxWtxhE5Pp4GxCT2UJjFezD5-6L2xtSrHY8V3XZMllk-r-kUj-faNtpwPaig8uXCSBXBEJow_dLfI0vz-Z40Mqb_bxiZhjV7xMo5bJfOrp7DN/s320/worship+de+swapan+kumar+sahoo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;">Luz para guiar,<br />ofrendas para creer,<br />espiritual<br />esencia para honrar<br />a los que ya no están.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;">11 de septiembre de 2007</span></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#eead0e;">Nubes sin vida,<br />soles sin luz ni calor,<br />vidas sin gozo,<br />almas que lloran dolor,<br />corazones sin amor...</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#eead0e;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;">Entre mil luces<br />camina el alma rota,<br />y sobre escombros<br />se elevan los lamentos<br />quebrados de los hombres.<br /><br />Es la locura<br />desvariada, perdida,<br />es la vergüenza<br />que pútrida nos duele,<br />la estupidez altiva.<br /><br />Anda entre ruinas<br />un niño dolorido,<br />un ángel ciego<br />en quien sus ojos no ven<br />por dos lágrimas sin luz.<br /><br />Quizás es tal vez que<br />nada puede en la vida,<br />quizá persigue<br />con dolor, con olvido,<br />que sí puede la muerte.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;">*escrito por Zooey</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-11553010714464598852007-09-07T23:49:00.000+02:002007-09-11T19:56:05.416+02:00Después de la lluvia... de nuevo vida<div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>Fotografía "In the rain's waiting" de Alexey Molgachev</em></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_n7VDrpDw7COr8Y__YpseFqoOoIxEueGl7UrgONxsPd1fFhQUijjVHUUtI9vmY57C191H2EdUQtof_mmfRWbQtJHcuZ9ufP8zf7mxO8kNomWMU9COoqEkAP8Sfp0RzMeyjyTR/s1600-h/in+the+rain"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107581870782365746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_n7VDrpDw7COr8Y__YpseFqoOoIxEueGl7UrgONxsPd1fFhQUijjVHUUtI9vmY57C191H2EdUQtof_mmfRWbQtJHcuZ9ufP8zf7mxO8kNomWMU9COoqEkAP8Sfp0RzMeyjyTR/s320/in+the+rain%27s+waiting+de+alexey+molgachev.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Y las lágrimas<br />que no se derramaron<br />llovieron lago;<br />anegaron la vida<br />que volvió a rebrotar.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;">7 de septiembre de 2007</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Bebiendo la sal,<br />que sueñan nuestros ojos,<br />gastando su luz<br />que no me ilumina más<br />en el río de la vida. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Y tras los llantos,<br />el silencio sanador;<br />y tras el dolor<br />es la mirada limpia<br />de los ojos sin nubes.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#339999;">*escrito por Zooey</span></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Lago de lágrimas<br />en una vida derramadas;<br />no me dejasteis seca<br />bien al contrario,<br />aún creo en la vida.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999900;">*escrito por Ondina</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-26583597364469894182007-09-07T23:23:00.000+02:002007-09-07T23:24:06.187+02:00Gracias Miguel<div align="justify"><span style="color:#9999ff;">En mi obligada ausencia,</span> <a href="http://viajero123.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Miguel en su “recorrido de trocitos de eso llamado... vida</strong></span></a></li> <span style="color:#9999ff;">ha tenido a bien distinguirme con la mención al</span> <a href="http://viajero123.blogspot.com/2007/09/un-trocito-de-tu-premio-dibujado.html" target="_blank"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>blog solidario</strong></span></a></li><span style="color:#9999ff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Y como quiera que yo por más vueltas que le dé, no encuentro la razón para creerme merecedora de esta distinción solidaria; cuando los verdaderos solidarios sois todos aquellos que libremente y día a día, compartís tan generosamente conmigo vuestras letras en forma de tankas; y puesto que ya han pasado días de esa mención...<br />Me tomó la libertad de nombraros a</span> <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">TODOS</span></strong> <span style="color:#9999ff;">los que en alguna ocasión habéis colaborado en este rincón, engalanándolo con vuestras palabras.<br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>VA POR TODOS VOSOTROS!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#9999ff;">Y para que no se diga... y aquel que quiera pueda continuar con la designación de este premio, añado las premisas que hay que seguir, y que yo evidentemente no me he tomado al pie de la letra.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#9999ff;">Quienes reciben este premio deben seguir estas instrucciones:<br /></div></span><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#9999ff;">- Escribir una entrada, mostrando el PREMIO, citar el nombre del 'blog' que te lo regala, y enlazarlo al 'post' que te nombra (de esta manera se podrá seguir la cadena).</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#9999ff;">- Elegir un mínimo de 7 'blogs' que creas que se han destacado alguna vez por ayudar, apoyar, y compartir. Poner sus nombres y los enlaces a ellos. (Avisarles).</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#9999ff;">- Opcional. Exhibir el PREMIO con orgullo en tu 'blog', haciendo enlace a la entrada que escribes sobre él y lo otorgas a otros.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#9999ff;">Gracias </span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107574221445611554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpONVWL2GFmZtCFLNZ5gv7TAhik-4fdKLnzbGgfFLN629n3o1lt-0rUoolBHFBthaLcPKbdHpCl_bZ6XGzHe-3uIIwaVlqbsNyloAFz_4t00In6AsRYRACZFaHG0cMlcGTj9pL/s200/Premio.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="justify"><span style="color:#9999ff;">Bueno... al final no ha resultado tan mal... no me he saltado tantas normas.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#9999ff;">Habla de un mínimo de siete blogs.... lo cumplo! y con creces... :-) Me salto lo de nombrar a todos y avisaros... (sería interminable, sois tantos los que habéis colaborado) </span></p>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-26482197294007148692007-08-23T08:18:00.000+02:002007-09-07T23:43:03.774+02:00Tras mis quimeras<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDGRbfFeLgiRqxdICXS5TCteXrHxtxTy0f7eYOa5v9zIQkmCyZ-oAWScYwf3pv6nIurODkKydlTZ9aKWtUZxs4XcDjk8BeAnwYWh_mPkhuaFYzU3SlRT4TT-FDl_lQsKccuDRs/s1600-h/4260312-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101776809291207554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDGRbfFeLgiRqxdICXS5TCteXrHxtxTy0f7eYOa5v9zIQkmCyZ-oAWScYwf3pv6nIurODkKydlTZ9aKWtUZxs4XcDjk8BeAnwYWh_mPkhuaFYzU3SlRT4TT-FDl_lQsKccuDRs/s320/4260312-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#8b4789;">El horizonte<br />ante mi, como sueño<br />de esperanza,<br />por donde peregrino<br />buscando mis quimeras.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b4789;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b4789;">23 de agosto de 2007</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#8b4789;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#8b4789;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd6090;">En el mañana<br />me busco sin descanso<br />siembro tesoros,<br />y en las noches largas<br />ellos son mi remanso.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd6090;">*escrito por -Pato-</span></span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#8b4789;">Tejiendo sueños<br />es que comienzo a entender<br />que esta vida<br />es sólo el escenario<br />donde cobijo mi amor.</span></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b4789;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd6090;">Mil universos<br />encerrados con llave<br />esperando ser<br />abiertos sutilmente<br />en una gran explosión.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd6090;">*escrito por Marmota</span></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#8b 4789;">En cualquier luna,<br />veo tus ilusiones.<br />¡Qué tienes, árbol?<br />Si sonríen tus hojas,<br />sólo con besos de Sol.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b4789;">*escrito por Meirlauquen</span></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cd6090;">Tras de mí<br />sueños pasados<br />borrados por mareas de vida.<br />Al frente<br />horizonte de sueños futuros.</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd6090;">*escrito por Ondina</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-82794743163834298562007-08-20T11:13:00.000+02:002007-08-23T08:30:12.784+02:00Descansando y volviendo<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía "As yet" de Marcus Down</span></em></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlQeAAYwCdrSS-Dcgfvh9aelQb_018IitIHOLMTOhu-j79zK8y5g_chffLshdnwHS7kljV0ih5TP5J11E-ocGqQbj67YNe-pRk_8l1NnBeH6lj6TYaIDebDhWycfNl3XlD-i6/s1600-h/as+yet+de+marcus+down.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100707280830124914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlQeAAYwCdrSS-Dcgfvh9aelQb_018IitIHOLMTOhu-j79zK8y5g_chffLshdnwHS7kljV0ih5TP5J11E-ocGqQbj67YNe-pRk_8l1NnBeH6lj6TYaIDebDhWycfNl3XlD-i6/s320/as+yet+de+marcus+down.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">Descomedida<br />mi alma de pesares,<br />creí flaquear;<br />más solo había que<br />tomar fuerzas y volver.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;"></span></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">20 de agosto de 2007</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cd5555;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cd5555;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cd5555;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cd5555;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#8b814c;">Rota de sueños,<br />me dormí sobre tu mar,<br />atrapando así<br />fuerzas para naufragar<br />en un oasis de amor.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#8b814c;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b814c;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span> </span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">Dejar de llorar<br />abandonar tristezas,<br />descansar sin mas<br />para volver a soñar<br />y volar con estrellas.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd5555;">*escrito por Irving</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#8b814c;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#8b814c;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#8b814c;">Final de pausa,<br />reinicio el camino<br />cargando lunas<br />de mil sueños tenidos<br />y mil ideas nuevas.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b814c;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b814c;">* escrito por Marmota</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-83881111957239061862007-08-14T19:15:00.000+02:002007-08-20T10:57:00.205+02:00Gran jeté<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía "Grand Jeté II" de Oliv'images Photography </span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJ7NFiH8zk6W3huT0D-qJ5m9LcUXYWI5yMxZPqIQ0iBBd3WBE8pJWECop_WpZAei3Tm4Xb3uQR_-FQGfngOkkFWJ2Jn2WTIhvpC8LSyPx0QqbeBCub4jVwAzMpZd00z7040xQ/s1600-h/gran+jete+II+de+oliv"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095655714758495874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJ7NFiH8zk6W3huT0D-qJ5m9LcUXYWI5yMxZPqIQ0iBBd3WBE8pJWECop_WpZAei3Tm4Xb3uQR_-FQGfngOkkFWJ2Jn2WTIhvpC8LSyPx0QqbeBCub4jVwAzMpZd00z7040xQ/s320/gran+jete+II+de+oliv%27images+photography.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd1076;">Tomo impulso<br />para coger altura,<br />lanzo mis piernas;<br />quiero llegar y saltar,<br />quiero danzar la vida.</span></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd1076;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd1076;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd1076;">14 de agosto de 2007</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cd1076;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cd1076;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;">Un!, dos!, ¡arriba!<br />¡más arriba!; ¡tres, cuatro!...<br />cinco... ¡otra vez!<br />subir y subir... y, ¡seis!,<br />Escalones a vencer.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;">*escrito por Diana L. Caffaratti</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd1076;">Elasticidad,<br />amplitud en el salto<br />que me ayuda<br />a tocas las estrellas<br />volando el asfalto.</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd1076;">*escrito por Marmota</span></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;">Como peldaños<br />en una rampa de sol,<br />vuelo entre nubes<br />cantando la alegría<br />de los ritmos del amor.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd1076;">Escribes siempre<br />con singular talento<br />llegas al alma<br />deslizando palabras<br />transitando bellezas...</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd1076;">*escrito por Rodolfo N.</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-14242900636852089172007-08-09T10:16:00.000+02:002007-08-14T19:15:12.119+02:00Cuerpos fundidos<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía "Wild andreatype" de Floris Andrea <p></span></em></p></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqFsikDhLytPv1nr8S5kd6RCJIDG5akgf8N9SqoJT9xQfE1pPcRDheOvT80hvycUnsNNi6sBC7s3yBq-GsRpBHYBdkMD_FAQRNj48WjC5vh4zxYXrDcuwup46WW5pi8x018epy/s1600-h/wild+andreatype+de+floris+andrea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095652875785113202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqFsikDhLytPv1nr8S5kd6RCJIDG5akgf8N9SqoJT9xQfE1pPcRDheOvT80hvycUnsNNi6sBC7s3yBq-GsRpBHYBdkMD_FAQRNj48WjC5vh4zxYXrDcuwup46WW5pi8x018epy/s320/wild+andreatype+de+floris+andrea.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#eeb422;">Cuerpos fundidos<br />en caricias vividas,<br />en el desierto<br />de arena de nuestra<br />concupiscente pasión.</span></span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#eeb422;">9 de agosto de 2007</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#eeb422;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;">Roces al alba,<br />cómplices de nuestro amor,<br />bebiendo la sal<br />de tus dunas, de tu mar,<br />de tu dulce ensoñación.</span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#eeb422;">Arribo lento,<br />aterrizan mis manos<br />en tu desierto,<br />se hace llaga tu piel<br />fuego se hace mi beso.</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#eeb422;"> *escrito por -Pato-</span></span></p>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-14967824097801645632007-08-07T10:10:00.000+02:002007-08-09T10:07:35.830+02:00Piélagos lunares<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía "Navegantes" de Juan Carlos Balbas <p></span></em></p></div><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxj_GnmEhPijFdXmgAWOp-ff6Wa1BxvhfkRJDaGuzt2MrT5AJdUWkRNkeSP7DW_XzUeVO02buewG1EhPIJmZiAmJVPDcACQU0YP3cIcVMm_r5-gSdgWN0jfhIKUQn_pyDCemr7/s1600-h/navegantes+de+juan+carlos+balbas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095658772775210642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxj_GnmEhPijFdXmgAWOp-ff6Wa1BxvhfkRJDaGuzt2MrT5AJdUWkRNkeSP7DW_XzUeVO02buewG1EhPIJmZiAmJVPDcACQU0YP3cIcVMm_r5-gSdgWN0jfhIKUQn_pyDCemr7/s320/navegantes+de+juan+carlos+balbas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#4a708b;">El navegante<br />Sslió a buscar sueños<br />que ilumina<br />el faro, entre aguas<br />de piélagos lunares.</span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#4a708b;">7 de agosto de 2007</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#4a708b;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#4a708b;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#4a708b;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#4a708b;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cdbe70;">Bebiendo sueños<br />entre hilos de plata,<br />flotando cielos<br />que cobijan y atrapan<br />en una noche sinfín.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cdbe70;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cdbe70;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#4a708b;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#4a708b;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#4a708b;">Aguas heladas<br />navegó por el río<br />aguas de plata<br />lo trajeron conmigo,<br />la luna, fue testigo.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#4a708b;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#4a708b;">*escrito por -Pato-</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-16154892680274190082007-08-05T20:57:00.000+02:002007-08-07T10:10:06.679+02:00Vientos de libertad<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía "THe flight" de Lorin Niculaiez </div><p></span></em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095293318302961122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqMHUodiGGF6tBzliOWrt1rK8IkzrY77UecEpoL9ktZXywh7l0iR9wcIvwlFjqqgTWGRVm3GjjAcNdwxVcB2762UF25yDu8_hjt6rULUqMySbwUN55qI_BzAdxleOcZ_SNxSnU/s320/the+flight+de+lorin+niculae.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Acariciando<br />m</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">is largos cabellos en<br />danza salvaje,<br />acompaña mi salto<br />en vientos de libertad.</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;">5 de agosto de 2007</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Escapándome<br />al laberinto de cal,<br />escalo cielos,<br />bailando con la luna<br />al filo de las horas.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Volando libre<br />soltando las amarras<br />dejándome ser,<br />encontraré mi danza<br />podré dejar mi sello.</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;">*escrito por -Pato-</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Suelto al aire,<br />nace libre, me mira,<br />enroscándose,<br />paso a paso blanco,<br />será su destino.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">*escrito por Aiguamel</span></p>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-88066301110248931992007-08-02T07:48:00.000+02:002007-08-05T21:10:56.863+02:00Amistad<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>*Fotografía de Pulok Pattanayak <p></em></span></p></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LX8f9WEsy4PphyphenhyphenrwGmaC5CW9vpytei4zWiI3HQXEv5uJWZOio0NdPlfDUABjYZPPyFsbNRmhxQJogSMBVlD6hGCfbND_mSn-TrxihmbeKKJQ3iFJ2budS0o1kyCPJ7v4dDuQ/s1600-h/2+de+pulok+pattanayak.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093976198188173170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LX8f9WEsy4PphyphenhyphenrwGmaC5CW9vpytei4zWiI3HQXEv5uJWZOio0NdPlfDUABjYZPPyFsbNRmhxQJogSMBVlD6hGCfbND_mSn-TrxihmbeKKJQ3iFJ2budS0o1kyCPJ7v4dDuQ/s320/2+de+pulok+pattanayak.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd6839;">Días de retos<br />entre rocas y olas.<br />forjan futuros<br />hombres, que entre juegos<br />van fraguando amistad.</span></span></p></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd6839;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd6839;">2 de agosto de 2007</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cd6839;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cd6839;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd950c;">¡Ven, tú, amigo!<br />Abracémonos juntos<br />cantando besos,<br />danzando con la brisa<br />del mar de nuestros sueños.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd950c;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd6839;">Olor de ocle<br />en andanzas de estíos<br />áspera roca<br />donde encontré a mi amigo,<br />el que sigue conmigo.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd6839;">*escrito por Zooey</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cd950c;">Verano y yo<br />estando tan tan lejos<br />el tiempo lejos<br />los recuerdos se pierden<br />y por allí te veo.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cd950c;">*escrito por -Pato-</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-88768104428797205292007-07-31T07:45:00.000+02:002007-08-05T20:50:49.324+02:00Foulard<div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>*Fotografía de Agnieszka Borkowska<p></em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZVxRKxhpXAqqW02NS0yFB8ao4u3KFkOqxF8m1L2H679jx4WDQdBkJKN__VnrgFkbBWOFlrhjWPm8u3WaNSeI2-kGcRONbQfwRWXwghw2mTMygbLAsL72P-aG2IjuHQWuuUJFf/s1600-h/3+de+agnieszka+borkowska.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093233091536553826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZVxRKxhpXAqqW02NS0yFB8ao4u3KFkOqxF8m1L2H679jx4WDQdBkJKN__VnrgFkbBWOFlrhjWPm8u3WaNSeI2-kGcRONbQfwRWXwghw2mTMygbLAsL72P-aG2IjuHQWuuUJFf/s320/3+de+agnieszka+borkowska.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cdb38b;">Con el foulard que<br />me regalaste visto<br />mi tegumento,<br />hambriento de tu cuerpo,<br />de tus caricias, de ti.</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cdb38b;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;">31 de julio de 2007</span></span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#36648b;">Entre mis pliegues,<br />pinceladas de vida<br />cubren los sueños,<br />tatuándome tu aliento<br />en cada roce de amor.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#36648b;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#36648b;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#36648b;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;">La transparente<br />sugerencia es la piel,<br />esa que invoca,<br />la que rinde mis ganas<br />cuando muestra sus labios.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cdb38b;">*escrito por Zooey</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-89660113577215719802007-07-29T10:18:00.000+02:002007-08-05T20:52:36.076+02:00Viaje<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>*Fotografía "Voyage" de Marek Potoma<p></em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXggK7sSAPhkg_hfZY9vPj7jpPPOW3TYzF5bUdtVmmkjeuo2IE3W4lXN74Tdi0PoVIJ_jDhFZV4pFfSVHqtOBGigYeqEp9bTBy5DOjfkHflxLCKOZCGhHpIYQTeGXi0YSRO_g/s1600-h/voyage+de+marek+potoma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092530516491306834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXggK7sSAPhkg_hfZY9vPj7jpPPOW3TYzF5bUdtVmmkjeuo2IE3W4lXN74Tdi0PoVIJ_jDhFZV4pFfSVHqtOBGigYeqEp9bTBy5DOjfkHflxLCKOZCGhHpIYQTeGXi0YSRO_g/s320/voyage+de+marek+potoma.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#8b668b;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#8b668b;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Al alboreo<br />respiro serenidad<br />envuelta en luz,<br />subo a la barca y<br />viajo hacia el día.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#8b668b;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b668b;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b668b;">29 de julio de 2007</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#8b668b;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#8b668b;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#8b668b;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#8b668b;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffa07a;">Vuelo serena,<br />el alba me sabe a ti<br />mientras me besa,<br />cubriéndome las alas<br />con tu dulce resplandor.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffa07a;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffa07a;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#8b668b;"></span></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#8b668b;"></span></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#8b668b;">Cada alba huye,<br />fugitivo y errante,<br />cada alba huye<br />mi yo desde mí mismo,<br />aprovecha el silencio.<br /><br />Huye en secreto,<br />cobarde o valiente,<br />huye furtivo,<br />¿o es acaso que emprende<br />la aventura del alba?</span></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b668b;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#8b668b;">*escrito por Zooey</span></span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffa07a;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffa07a;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffa07a;">Viajo mientras puedo<br />y mientras viajo vuelo<br />en espumas de ala<br />como son tus versos<br />como son tus besos.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffa07a;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffa07a;">*escrito por Anatema</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-72500260447622287062007-07-27T20:18:00.000+02:002007-07-27T20:23:23.565+02:00Gracias Algaire<a href="http://pinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2007/07/tanka-i.html" target="_blank"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Aquí</strong></span></a></li> <span style="color:#6666cc;">podreis gozar del hermoso lienzo de pintura con el que, alguien a quien me une el amor por la historia, a vestido mi pequeño pensamiento en treinta y una sílabas.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Gracias</span> <a href="http://pinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Algaire</strong></span></a></li>, <span style="color:#6666cc;">por ponerle pintura a mi pequeño verso y dejar que se cuele entre verdaderas poesías.<br /> </span>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-71103414303681475332007-07-26T08:05:00.000+02:002007-08-05T20:53:46.421+02:00Sí o no<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía "Yes or no" de Elena y Vitaly Vasilieva<p></span></em></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGl1wPM247Q-oL1m4D6OIhrdF6eL7ValxHXykSHkR1fjEP-QVurfxZFdr1qsJwvt0qigVDahiNnR890UMELxB3Fuk8BRbwhyJiZi5PFAtugerCHpAcjYYbK_dAqAo7jLxOF6F/s1600-h/yes+or+no+de+elena+y+vitaly+vasilieva.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091383210467460866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGl1wPM247Q-oL1m4D6OIhrdF6eL7ValxHXykSHkR1fjEP-QVurfxZFdr1qsJwvt0qigVDahiNnR890UMELxB3Fuk8BRbwhyJiZi5PFAtugerCHpAcjYYbK_dAqAo7jLxOF6F/s320/yes+or+no+de+elena+y+vitaly+vasilieva.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Tira y tira,<br />balancea mi vida.<br />A veces puede<br />más el si, otras veces<br />se inclina más el no.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">26 de julio de 2007 </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#999999;">Títeres de luz,<br />construyendo los hilos<br />que pintan la vida,<br />trazan caminos de sol<br />con cada gesto alado.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Puedes decidir<br />la próxima pisada<br />sin seguridad<br />del éxito fiable<br />ni desastres certero.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;">*escrito por Marmota</span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-43461822485254166272007-07-24T08:00:00.000+02:002007-07-26T08:02:35.825+02:00Indeciso<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_WivKwfMI6rWosE7M3ldH17ESwLGlQ1MGFm1hWN3q3yow1w228am5RK_fomqeQmRAvk0AVQlu9X7d_5k1LOZDfW4trZQJrELx2Ovq9MymxdXASo4YBAPPtzuWC0bHTFEo1ie/s1600-h/13_indecision.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090479545053415138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_WivKwfMI6rWosE7M3ldH17ESwLGlQ1MGFm1hWN3q3yow1w228am5RK_fomqeQmRAvk0AVQlu9X7d_5k1LOZDfW4trZQJrELx2Ovq9MymxdXASo4YBAPPtzuWC0bHTFEo1ie/s320/13_indecision.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#b22222;">La vacilación<br />llenando tu corazón,<br />lluvia de dudas<br />empapando tu alma.<br />Indeciso... te fuiste!</span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#b22220;">24 de julio de 2007</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#b22220;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#b22220;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#bdb76b;">Dudas del alma<br />haciendo eco de noche,<br />reminiscencias<br />tejidas con silencios<br />y con agua salada...</span></span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#bdb76b;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#b22222;">Empapándome<br />el silencio, la espera<br />ante tus dudas.<br />Te vas y no se gritar,<br />te vas, y mi llanto es mar...</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#b22222;">*escrito por Calanda</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#bdb76b;">En un segundo<br />me disparo y quedo.<br />Es un segundo<br />que la duda encadena<br />y lo condena eterno.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#bdb76b;">*escrito por Zooey</span> </span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-89518761696438661362007-07-22T22:08:00.000+02:002007-08-05T21:16:51.417+02:00Elegancia<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía "Pink flamingos" de Marielou Dhumez<p></span></em></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3m6lu5rQzcv83C3QROWHvCRVqeh1NwOPADHmsNjVk3T_wB95oOrM7R0Wsxrusx5-CVLMfpCvaXMqOnrRiUEDUDaF37CcOnEEJSonWzrksjvFHFV_lyeOW6ZEEp8l1D3F0prX/s1600-h/pink+flamingos+de+marielou+dhumez.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082636160257119554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3m6lu5rQzcv83C3QROWHvCRVqeh1NwOPADHmsNjVk3T_wB95oOrM7R0Wsxrusx5-CVLMfpCvaXMqOnrRiUEDUDaF37CcOnEEJSonWzrksjvFHFV_lyeOW6ZEEp8l1D3F0prX/s320/pink+flamingos+de+marielou+dhumez.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffe4e1;">Blancos reflejos<br />de perfiles hermosos<br />entre las aguas,<br />sereno amanecer<br />y elegancia pura.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffe4e1;">22 de julio de 2007</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffe4e1;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffe4e1;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffe4e1;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffe4e1;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#667b8b;">Cantos de vida<br />meciéndose en la luna,<br />luces rosadas<br />danzando y besándonos<br />acompasadamente.</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#667b8b;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#667b8b;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#667b8b;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#667b8b;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffe4e1;">Sutil la mano,<br />el brazo delicado,<br />mujer que danza<br />descubriendo el espacio,<br />componiendo el milagro.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffe4e1;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffe4e1;">*escrito por Zooey</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-62618937695884228832007-07-19T08:49:00.000+02:002007-08-05T21:20:24.828+02:00Libando vida<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía de Gene Zisman <p></span></em></p></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_-dLdNHBti9AAzbqimJsR9AhmjmCe78T-CWyIYkdKhgRtLk-_YLx52nYXZicUtx9PByiaxSlFE9Vc4CHnoFd3L7_u8eBJdo6rhhd3TOJKTiCfpyfTPAs3nmnRGlye2WOqrt6/s1600-h/de+gene+zisman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088795382850561186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_-dLdNHBti9AAzbqimJsR9AhmjmCe78T-CWyIYkdKhgRtLk-_YLx52nYXZicUtx9PByiaxSlFE9Vc4CHnoFd3L7_u8eBJdo6rhhd3TOJKTiCfpyfTPAs3nmnRGlye2WOqrt6/s320/de+gene+zisman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#bf3eff;">Naturaleza<br />libando de flor en flor,<br />volando libre<br />derrochando belleza,<br />libando pura vida.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#bf3eff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#bf3eff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#bf3eff;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#bf3eff;">19 de julio de 2007</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#bf3eff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#bf3eff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#bf3eff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#bf3eff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#bf3eff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#bf3eff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#9bcd9b;">¿Por qué tu, frágil,<br />delirio de tristeza,<br />que al mirar quiebras,<br />haces brasas el hierro<br />de estas venas de hielo?</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#9bcd9b;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#9bcd9b;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#9bcd9b;">*escrito por Zooey</span></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#bf3eff;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#bf3eff;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#bf3eff;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#bf3eff;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#bf3eff;">Viste de gozo<br />señora Mariposa,<br />baña de soles<br />tu baile entre las nubes,<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#bf3eff;">tu danza con el amor.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#fb3eff;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#fb3eff;"><span style="color:#ffe4e1;"></span></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#fb3eff;"><span style="color:#ffe4e1;"><span style="color:#bf3eff;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></span></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffe4e1;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffe4e1;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#fb3eff;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#fb3eff;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#9bcd9b;">Diosa alada<br />vestida de colores<br />cata el néctar<br />que la hace princesa<br />entre todas las flores.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#9bcd9b;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#9bcd9b;">*escrito por Marmota</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-76295241017861288522007-07-16T08:56:00.000+02:002007-08-05T21:50:49.749+02:00Contemplación<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografía de Bruno di Bernardo <p> <p></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2c0Xx19tY9OZVgnLYKOtQ7TfWvbFAhgjVoe8lF60cOPqpi5qXk3RTsIovYPTDbakgFrXoXtiNOxe8USM80B5HAS-Vg9en6Hwm8XbfoxMErMYKeO27Hw-OtOd2cBWR06DFPP2e/s1600-h/3+de+bruno+di+bernardo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080786330727634098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2c0Xx19tY9OZVgnLYKOtQ7TfWvbFAhgjVoe8lF60cOPqpi5qXk3RTsIovYPTDbakgFrXoXtiNOxe8USM80B5HAS-Vg9en6Hwm8XbfoxMErMYKeO27Hw-OtOd2cBWR06DFPP2e/s320/3+de+bruno+di+bernardo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;">La noche cae,<br />la luna ilumina<br />las calmas aguas,<br />el bosque dormita y<br />la vida vuelve a mi.</span></span></span></p></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;">16 de junio de 2007</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ee799f;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ee799f;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ee799f;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ee799f;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ee799f;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ee799f;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#36648b;">Estaré aquí<br />siempre será la noche<br />y yo estaré.<br />Si me busca la vida<br />yo vengo encendida.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#36648b;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#36648b;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#36648b;">*escrito por -Pato-</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;">Pierdo mis armas<br />y mi gran caparazón<br />al quedar presa<br />del rosado reflejo;<br />la luna y su candor.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;">*escrito por Marmota</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#36648b;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#36648b;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#36648b;"></span></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#36648b;"></span></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#36648b;">Como caricia<br />besas nuestras entregas,<br />reflejándonos<br />en la calma de tu luz<br />que contempla nuestro amor.</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#36648b;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#36648b;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#36648b;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#36648b;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#36648b;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#36648b;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#36648b;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;">Será en la noche<br />en su misma oscuridad,<br />donde yo guarde<br />los tenues ojos tristes,<br />los besos invisibles.</span></span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ee799f;">*escrito por Zooey</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-72528900073859339772007-07-12T07:59:00.000+02:002007-07-12T08:00:27.788+02:00<div align="justify">A todos los que me acompañáis en este pequeño rincón con vuestro tiempo, vuestras palabras y vuestra presencia, disculpad mi ausencia de estos días. La normalidad vuelve a mi vida, y poco a poco volveré por vuestras casas.</div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21992524.post-12665435398544654952007-07-05T08:02:00.000+02:002007-08-05T21:51:53.546+02:00Flotando<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">*Fotografia "Embrance" de B. Read<p> <p></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHPeHY3PlQkC2ACtIKqTPe7ZOcdMLI6pKOnm4gwlTx23PkwgQruO5X1KB1xQE01B8o4PcconBQpuKAgDF3nCkYH3H1BGOOQ4PN0xD_nffGzmOqj4v9ApfCAFWM3X4k89mbZhW/s1600-h/embrance+de+b+read.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083589136190690674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHPeHY3PlQkC2ACtIKqTPe7ZOcdMLI6pKOnm4gwlTx23PkwgQruO5X1KB1xQE01B8o4PcconBQpuKAgDF3nCkYH3H1BGOOQ4PN0xD_nffGzmOqj4v9ApfCAFWM3X4k89mbZhW/s320/embrance+de+b+read.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;">En el piélago<br />de carnales pasiones<br />vamos cayendo,<br />acariciémonos y<br />flotaremos en amor.</span></span></p></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cdcd;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;">5 de julio de 2007</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#00cdcd;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#00cdcd;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#00cdcd;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#00cdcd;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#00cdcd;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#00cdcd;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#00cdcd;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#00cdcd;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;">Si levitamos<br />al unísono los dos<br />alcanzaremos<br />el éxtasis sublime<br />de la droga del amor.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#7a8b8b;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#7a8b8b;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#7a8b8b;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;">*escrito por Marmota</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#7a8b8b;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;">En suspenso, vos<br />arremolinada yo<br />descender, caer<br />ser parte del aire y<br />ser impacto por dentro.</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;">*escrito por -Pato-</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;">Beso de mar, gris<br />con la luz de un sol blanco<br />bajo el reflejo<br />de lo desconocido<br />flota la carne erecta...</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#7a8b8b;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#7a8b8b;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;">*escrito por Enigmática</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#7a8b8b;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#7a8b8b;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#7a8b8b;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#7a8b8b;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;">Mis manos buscan<br />tus pechos de piel y agua,<br />tu dorso de mar,<br />tus labios ingrávidos,<br />el cielo de tus besos.</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cdcd;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cdcd;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;">*escrito por Zooey</span></span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;">Eternamente<br />bebiendo nuestros mares...<br />Cálidamente<br />tatuando nuestros cuerpos...<br />Fundiendo nuestras almas...</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;"></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#7a8b8b;">*escrito por Angélica Beatriz</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;">Ven, acércate<br />y cobra vida en mi.<br />Ardor demente,<br />tengo para nosotros<br />en sensitiva danza.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cdcd;">*escrito por Uma</span></span></div>Noa-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17081186792730832612noreply@blogger.com23