tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78641243220501803312011-11-28T00:27:14.631+01:00Relatos y poesías propios, además de fotografías, música y todo aquello en lo que participe el alma.Rositahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17268935179117502890noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864124322050180331.post-47937888369812338772009-09-10T23:10:00.002+02:002009-09-10T23:31:42.188+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Z9CBdLQgM/Sqlq-VY8zeI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wNkw1NzXekM/s1600-h/acaso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Z9CBdLQgM/Sqlq-VY8zeI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wNkw1NzXekM/s320/acaso.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="color: white;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: white;"><br /></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">Acaso </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">me haya sumido en un desierto sin alas</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">con las que acariciar tu rostro de cristal </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">y recorran mis pies con creces fatigados</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">mil escaleras ajadas por la soledad.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="color: white;"><br /></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">Acaso </span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">las callejuelas de mi barrio nocturno </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">no te ciñan a mi cuerpo ya resignado</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">no pueda pensar en tu rostro tan bello,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">ascensores y besos por fin devorados.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="color: white;"><br /></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">Acaso </span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">quieras ver mi entierro sin pésames ni flores</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">donde ruja en mi cuerpo cualquier vil puñal.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">En tu mar pueda devorar mi angustia preñada,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">mi vejez en la tierra en un silencio abismal.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="color: white;"><br /></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">Acaso</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">te marches sin decirme te quiero</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">sin que ladren los perros de tu noche cansada</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">sin que caigan los muros de tu torpe coraza</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">sin que emitan los cielos una muda sonrisa</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">sin que un devenir me destruya sin prisa</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">sin que mientas y entonces sin miedo y sin pasado</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">en una suave brisa, acaso marche de pronto </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">sin ninguna palabra, sin tu vientre callado,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">escasez de tu boca que sin tí ya no afronto.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="color: white;"><br /></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">Acaso</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">abrazada a una foto que me hable de tí</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">mueran mis lágrimas en un mimo profundo,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">se me olvide tu voz tan grave e intensa</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">apegada a tus versos serenos y fecundos.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="color: white;"><br /></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">Acaso</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">sin saber el motivo por el que huiste así</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">corte las cadenas que me unen a tu pecho</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">y rompa el hielo que separa nuestros cuerpos</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">en tu puerta callada, sabor insatisfecho.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="color: white;"><br /></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">Acaso</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">la tempestad despedace mi nombre sin recuerdos</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">con saliva tan torpe de tu ausencia y de tí</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">acaso me abrase esa dulce nostalgia</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;">almohada vacía de tu sombra sin fin.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: white;"></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864124322050180331-4793788836981233877?l=zarandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rositahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17268935179117502890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864124322050180331.post-26594809213711808322009-08-28T10:29:00.003+02:002009-08-28T10:31:24.907+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Z9CBdLQgM/SpeVfQn7wRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RVb7g-WN4Ec/s1600-h/Atardecer_desde_la_escollera.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374929044560920850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Z9CBdLQgM/SpeVfQn7wRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RVb7g-WN4Ec/s400/Atardecer_desde_la_escollera.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Sedoka</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Sobre mi rostro</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>un límpido perfume</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>a espuma, algas y sal.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Azul medusa</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>bailas entre las olas</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>mientras muere la tarde.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Dedicado a juaxix</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864124322050180331-2659480921371180832?l=zarandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rositahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17268935179117502890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864124322050180331.post-48111860030791948132009-08-06T21:12:00.006+02:002009-08-07T13:25:21.465+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Z9CBdLQgM/Snstcki7kTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9v6CguX8EzA/s1600-h/mari+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366933349811851570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Z9CBdLQgM/Snstcki7kTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9v6CguX8EzA/s400/mari+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" >En el vértigo creciente</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />que me aboca al desamparo</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" >mi manos yacen vacías</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />sobre este colchón ajado.</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br /><br />Me recuesto en mi memoria</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" >tratando así de evocarte</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />de sumirte en mis infiernos</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />como una más de mis partes.</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br /><br />Como el témpano que fuiste</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" >tú y ese tierno semblante</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />en un malparido día</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />en que jamás regresaste.</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br /><br />¿Dónde quedasteis pasiones?</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />¿Cuando dejé de nombrarte?</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />¿Dónde laberinto obsceno</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />de simientes y de carne?</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><br /><br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" >Mis ojos aguardan fríos</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />tu imagen y tu estandarte</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />el placer libidinoso</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />que un día quisiste darme.</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><br /><br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" >Ahora fluye por mis venas</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />como ese hilo de sangre</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />que sale de mis muñecas</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />doloroso, como un lastre.</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><br /><br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" >Esa carga que me unía</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />a tu cuerpo a cada instante</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />ya sale de mis arterias</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />pa volar libre y amarte.</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br /><br />Pa reposar en tus brazos</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />en mi mente agonizante</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />cuando este, mi halo de vida</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />ya simplemente se acabe.</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br /><br />Sólo en la muerte de mi alma</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" >podré por fin encontrarte</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />y te llevaré conmigo</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />al país de los amantes.</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br /><br />Donde no hay dolor ni miedo</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />donde simplemente, plasmes</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />el amor como lo espero</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" ><br />pues de mi pasión renaces.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864124322050180331-4811186003079194813?l=zarandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rositahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17268935179117502890noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864124322050180331.post-53066300022409862462008-03-12T00:32:00.005+01:002009-08-07T17:22:39.224+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Z9CBdLQgM/R9cgcoYofKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cPVbpFq93D4/s1600-h/ventana2.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176641972934835362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8Z9CBdLQgM/R9cgcoYofKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cPVbpFq93D4/s400/ventana2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><div><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" >Haikú</span></strong></div><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" ></span></strong></div><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" ></span></strong></div><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" >En mi ventana</span></strong></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" >la golondrina tierna</span></strong><br /></span><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" >su nido calza.</span></strong></div><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" ></span></strong></div><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" >Sábanas blancas,</span></strong></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" >meciéndose en el viento<br /></span></strong><strong style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" >vuelan calladas.</span></strong><br /></span><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" ></span></strong></div><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" >Enredaderas,</span></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial;" ><br />cubren de verde oscuro</span></strong><br /></span></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;" >viejas paredes.</span></strong></div><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" ></span></div><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" >Gaviota parda</span></strong></div><strong style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" >con tu vuelo saludas,</span></strong><strong style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" ><br />en mi ventana.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864124322050180331-5306630002240986246?l=zarandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rositahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17268935179117502890noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864124322050180331.post-66864670875492000042008-03-10T03:47:00.005+01:002008-03-17T14:12:12.378+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Entre murmullos sedientos</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de besos y labios ¡fauces!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">dedos mudos que recorren</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">torpes, nulos, incapaces,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">cada hueco de mi alma</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">cada anochecer palpable.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Olvidar tu cuerpo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">es devorarme.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A dentelladas glaciares</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">álabes en boca insulsa</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">lengua frígida que roza</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">¡incontrolable!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">una almohada vacía</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">en mi aurora miserable.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Olvidar tu cuerpo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">es marchitarme.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Como pétalo inservible</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">como corola insalvable</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">tallo joven que, inexperto,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">e irremediable,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ya ha comenzado a extinguirse</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">¡agonizante!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Olvidar tu cuerpo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">es desecarme.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Entre recuerdos baldíos,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">noche cerrada, apremiante,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sin estrellas, sin tu signo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">abominables...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">en mis mejillas de nácar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">todo me parece ajarse.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Olvidar tu cuerpo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">inagotable.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Labios golosos que existen</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">en la noche avariciosa</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">mecida por cien mil mares</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">¡Desconcertantes!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">entre mis muslos de plata</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">tu demonio es implacable.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">¿Olvidar tu cuerpo?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Olvidar tu cuerpo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">es, simplemente improbable.</span></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864124322050180331-6686467087549200004?l=zarandela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rositahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17268935179117502890noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864124322050180331.post-5533912065083024732008-03-10T02:14:00.010+01:002008-11-13T09:30:36.835+01:00<p align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-76fc8a86dbef03d6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D76fc8a86dbef03d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329854371%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D709C9D7CDA6BBF03D2AF452033121D5E2B167250.4C69805C380E0F710B5AC018A48E32B041B5D577%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76fc8a86dbef03d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRSS3G-ycHx97KH7la3x0WUnbJD4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Acróstico para un amigo que debió partir.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">C UANDO leo en las noches de invierno</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">U n texto tuyo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">A migo de letras,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">N unca dejo de imaginar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">D onde se esconde esa musa inspiradora</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">O rgullosa de mudarse en tus palabras.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">N IEVA en mi ventana,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I nvento aromas nuevos.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">E xalto recuerdos amarillentos,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">V iajes que me transformaron,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">A mantes que jamás se dieron.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">S OBRE mi almohada sueño</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">O lvidos de mi cuaderno.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">B ebedora inagotable de vivencias,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">R ezumo aromas en mi memoria,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">E levada al viento.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">L OS días pasan y espero</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">O lfatear en tu ausencia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">S ólamente tu misterio.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">C EDROS que visteis mi cuna</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">E manando embrujos, cautiverios,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">D ónde se esconde mi amante?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">R uego su voz, su desvelo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">O cúltame entre tus alas ¡Elévame!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">S uspira en mi pecho... ¡Volemos!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Mi mirada se hace risa cuando llega el frío invierno,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">recuerdo mis tejados, mis balcones,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">el aroma a leña bajo mi techo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">la paz inmensa de mi pueblo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">El sabor a pan horneado, satisfecho.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Y sólo puedo evocarlos...</span></strong> </span><p align="center"></p><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Cuando Nieva Sobre Los Cedros.</span></strong> </span></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><div 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