tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30886932858081375782024-03-13T23:08:36.072-07:00Foto-Grafíaspedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.comBlogger1210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-84312081768192782682023-01-31T10:30:00.000-08:002023-01-31T10:30:01.535-08:00La Torre de Palacios<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOCKMw_u_ECK7c8MhfIjcooI3x_7dMybqo9yxGxjNzNhnXp2N35cXRbiVrfjXcNHDRKKDlqOLBCXir5NE4320uaE1bUk0Qk5094jaKRoCT70wZbGOptpP7UIee9fh1M_YSD1LR_zQTXOXtp6NfYk1oRqZGJ_xcnP9DCediagcJ6dukdsQeJcl8hFMJw/s3000/Torre_palacios_2023_01%20copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="3000" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOCKMw_u_ECK7c8MhfIjcooI3x_7dMybqo9yxGxjNzNhnXp2N35cXRbiVrfjXcNHDRKKDlqOLBCXir5NE4320uaE1bUk0Qk5094jaKRoCT70wZbGOptpP7UIee9fh1M_YSD1LR_zQTXOXtp6NfYk1oRqZGJ_xcnP9DCediagcJ6dukdsQeJcl8hFMJw/w640-h434/Torre_palacios_2023_01%20copia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">El Poeta recuerda las tierras de Soria</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Antonio Machado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡Ya su perfil zancudo en el regato,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">en el azul el vuelo de ballesta,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">o, sobre el ancho nido de ginesta,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">en torre, torre y torre, el garabato</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">de la cigüeña!... En la memoria mía</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tu recuerdo a traición ha florecido;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y hoy comienza tu campo empedernido</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el sueño verde de la tierra fría,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Soria pura, entre montes de violeta.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Di tú, avión marcial, si el alto Duero</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">a donde vas recuerda a su poeta,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">al revivir su rojo Romancero;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿o es, otra vez, Caín, sobre el planeta,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">bajo tus alas, moscardón guerrero?</span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-73150600589690926162022-06-23T13:14:00.002-07:002022-06-23T13:14:19.984-07:00Alma rota por el fuego de La Sierra de la Culebra.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZq1_2oQTRbh8skyQ7VDuIslmypSJSqYcPcAm4mfl2HM77GMmYQT_YANufm7q1O0gydf9dXIHeYuR3b_x1cpst9ecma8erJeotT_CzAbdVUfKvTmss7jLNWcwqKh9yiXzQlKqlYQ1L5cXLTiRp3Iqm6cEMEGAV8APNxdeYCTJBNdzutQI7mUomRb_bGA/s3000/Incendio_sierra_culebra_2022_015%20copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1286" data-original-width="3000" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZq1_2oQTRbh8skyQ7VDuIslmypSJSqYcPcAm4mfl2HM77GMmYQT_YANufm7q1O0gydf9dXIHeYuR3b_x1cpst9ecma8erJeotT_CzAbdVUfKvTmss7jLNWcwqKh9yiXzQlKqlYQ1L5cXLTiRp3Iqm6cEMEGAV8APNxdeYCTJBNdzutQI7mUomRb_bGA/w640-h274/Incendio_sierra_culebra_2022_015%20copia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: arial;">Pedro Calderón de la Barca</span></div></blockquote></blockquote><p><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Qué Género de ardor es el que llego</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">hoy a sentir, que más parece encanto,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">pues luciendo tampoco abrasa tanto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y abrazando tan mudo, arde tan ciego?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Qué género de llanto es sin sosiego</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">éste, que a tanto incendio no da espanto,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">pues al fuego apagar no puede el llanto,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">ni al llanto puede consumir el fuego?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Donde materia no hay, no se da llama.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Mas !ay¡ que sin materia en el abismo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">una y otra aprensión es quien inflama.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Luego corto será este silogismo:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">si fuego de aprensión tiene quien ama,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">amor y infierno todo es lo mismo.</span></div>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-383567498823860952022-04-06T05:53:00.003-07:002022-04-06T05:56:55.045-07:00¡ Ánimo amor !<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9Vui7oa_nYmlb3locusC3LLxUejq42BNFVFziyeqsHvw7cXLVoQmAHObiyF-VsnSBZQwz9mO7souke7-0VCd31dFVAysO8TaVMylrGlC7FiTggNWHtQ-jRKNUkVB5h1w5XznNQWMNS54EsbL8_6BnbRC--vyD3scwWBNS05Yj154-9UAhsmPDQshqA/s3000/Escultura_vigo_01%20copia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="3000" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9Vui7oa_nYmlb3locusC3LLxUejq42BNFVFziyeqsHvw7cXLVoQmAHObiyF-VsnSBZQwz9mO7souke7-0VCd31dFVAysO8TaVMylrGlC7FiTggNWHtQ-jRKNUkVB5h1w5XznNQWMNS54EsbL8_6BnbRC--vyD3scwWBNS05Yj154-9UAhsmPDQshqA/w640-h434/Escultura_vigo_01%20copia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Cercada está mi alma de precarios</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Baltasar de Alcázar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Cercada está mi alma de contrarios;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">La fuerza, flaca; el castellano, loco;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el presidio, infiel, bisoño y poco,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">ningunos los pertrechos necesarios.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Los socorros que espero, voluntarios,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">porque ni los merezco ni provoco;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tan desvalido, que aun a Dios no invoco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">porque mis consejeros andan varios.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Los combates, continuos, y la ofensa;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">los enemigos, de ánimo indomable;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">rota por todas partes la muralla.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Nadie quiere acudir a la defensa...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Qué hará el castellano miserable</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">que en tanto estrecho y confusión se halla?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-53639500133409484762022-02-12T18:00:00.004-08:002022-02-12T18:00:23.756-08:00La ventana indiscreta.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikx9r1CphrAI4rbi1SUAPWWQVfP-jmDd1Q9ddqqUN7gwCE7QbAW3yWPaFip3-eIJplkUfbyVo5K-EFNoxT8p3wD00hZhnTc5buRB0FSSwKym2GPUaci9w79Ij6NANFGi1e8Dr8TEs84V2nh6IjJQREUXFnBou8Kvf7QSoyGPM5BlTyCQ04j6PkwQen0w=s3000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2112" data-original-width="3000" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikx9r1CphrAI4rbi1SUAPWWQVfP-jmDd1Q9ddqqUN7gwCE7QbAW3yWPaFip3-eIJplkUfbyVo5K-EFNoxT8p3wD00hZhnTc5buRB0FSSwKym2GPUaci9w79Ij6NANFGi1e8Dr8TEs84V2nh6IjJQREUXFnBou8Kvf7QSoyGPM5BlTyCQ04j6PkwQen0w=w640-h450" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"> Tan rubia es la niña que...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Amado Nervo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡Tan rubia es la niña, que </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">cuando hay sol no se la ve!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Parece que se difunde </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">en el rayo matinal,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">que con la luz se confunde</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">su silueta de cristal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tinta en rosas y parece</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">que en la claridad dei día</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">se desvanece</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la niña mía.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Si se asoma mi Damiana</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">a la ventana y colora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la aurora su tez lozana</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">de albérchigo y terciopelo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">no se sabe si la aurora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">ha salido a la ventana</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">antes de salir al cielo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Damiana en el arrebol</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">de la mañanita se </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">diluye y si sale el sol,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">por rubia...¡No se la ve!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-19173560295228199742022-02-03T10:09:00.002-08:002022-02-03T10:09:12.776-08:00Algunos días merece la pena madrugar.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8EjbANvVIwVEoS1uoGU7Jd9fQFen3LOCvEv19i50U5G8VKUySzMW9uwfBPoT7RSzMzCDquaXrTXQU-2F52x49frGqpEU8EEHRcKdEtBlxv_czUTmxSMsH2xJzG9ZZyNykexpKk_edYy0YhZU6jHkdFIJSh3Y3o-zXSo86ptSU-polWJb98UFNqc1Ohw=s3000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="3000" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8EjbANvVIwVEoS1uoGU7Jd9fQFen3LOCvEv19i50U5G8VKUySzMW9uwfBPoT7RSzMzCDquaXrTXQU-2F52x49frGqpEU8EEHRcKdEtBlxv_czUTmxSMsH2xJzG9ZZyNykexpKk_edYy0YhZU6jHkdFIJSh3Y3o-zXSo86ptSU-polWJb98UFNqc1Ohw=w640-h434" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">De vuelta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Amado Nervo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Salí al alba, dueño mío,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y llegué, marcha que marcha</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">entre cristales de escarcha,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">hasta la margen del río.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡Vengo chinita de frío!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡De la escarcha entre el aliño,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">era el dormido caudal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">como un sueño de cristal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">en un edredón de armiño!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">( Emblema de mi cariño )</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Alegre estaba, señor,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">junto al margen del río,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">alegre en medio del frío:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Es que me daba calor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">dentro del alma tu amor.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Te vi al tornar, mi regreso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"> esperando en la ventana,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡y echó a correr tu Damiana</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">por darte más pronto un beso!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">-¿Por eso? -¡No más por eso!</span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-50276224277077495922022-01-23T13:15:00.002-08:002022-01-23T13:15:15.902-08:00Panorama desde el Gilbo<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKiL6DLH6zspp8qxKpsnDy_mmkUn5xOTjW1TKjZ06XF0VwJ_j7fn_SOeiewRI4rq4ATIhmRiWEnUVysZ0Tfe6ROjFglC7n2Z34sweLrdU2fPlrwbQnhBLv9BiOBvyJtxXBBvwBBRzc_jj3NN0Lxf9QpUoiXdL36AhDtmnSjUGVap6qePCMlqO-REmwmA=s3543" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1240" data-original-width="3543" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKiL6DLH6zspp8qxKpsnDy_mmkUn5xOTjW1TKjZ06XF0VwJ_j7fn_SOeiewRI4rq4ATIhmRiWEnUVysZ0Tfe6ROjFglC7n2Z34sweLrdU2fPlrwbQnhBLv9BiOBvyJtxXBBvwBBRzc_jj3NN0Lxf9QpUoiXdL36AhDtmnSjUGVap6qePCMlqO-REmwmA=w640-h224" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"> Éxtasis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Amado Nervo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Cada rosa gentil ayer nacida,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">cada aurora que apunta entre sonrojos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">dejan mi alma en el éxtasis sumida...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡Nunca se cansan de mirar mis ojos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el perpetuo milagro de la vida!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Años ha que contemplo las estrellas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">en las diáfanas noches españolas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y las encuentro cada vez más bellas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Años ha que en el mar, conmigo a solas,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">de las olas escucho querellas,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y aun me pasma el prodigio de las olas!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Cada vez hallo la naturaleza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">más sobrenatural, más pura y santa,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">para mí, en rededor, todo es belleza;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y con la misma plenitud me encanta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la boca de la madre cuando reza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">que la boca del niño cuando canta.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Quiero ser inmortal, con sed intensa,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">porque es maravillosos el panorama</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">con que nos brinda la creación inmensa;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">porque cada lucero me reclama,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">diciéndome, al brillar:<< aquí se piensa,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">también aquí ese lucha, aquí se ama.>></span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-74596588640399569702022-01-06T11:13:00.000-08:002022-01-06T11:13:00.510-08:00Nieves y nieve.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh23JgcWwTurq1Xw2UXkXkSvFpNBHJIE1YZMVpzQoEMy_jqvgVe6PRlk8q2C6d130cyxvVJamf2OKy1oeiK9OtotCllsrVP9VfueMP3FfgnMdSG4Cl4TGn-RNQHv9Y9Zxb7HHkDjRbQ6Acd5gJl5Q8XISXkwpRHIOPmO5-u3fp01oSE0vvZmpToupk8qA=s3000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="3000" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh23JgcWwTurq1Xw2UXkXkSvFpNBHJIE1YZMVpzQoEMy_jqvgVe6PRlk8q2C6d130cyxvVJamf2OKy1oeiK9OtotCllsrVP9VfueMP3FfgnMdSG4Cl4TGn-RNQHv9Y9Zxb7HHkDjRbQ6Acd5gJl5Q8XISXkwpRHIOPmO5-u3fp01oSE0vvZmpToupk8qA=w640-h434" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Primavera y muchacha </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Octavio Paz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">En su tallo de calor se balancea</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la estación indecisa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">abajo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">un gran deseo de viaje remueve</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">las entrañas heladas del lago</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">cacerías de reflejos allá arriba</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la ribera ofrece guantes de musgo a tu blancura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la luz bebe luz en tu boca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tu cuerpo se abre como una mirada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">como una flor al sol de una mirada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">te abres</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">belleza sin apoyo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">basta un parpadeo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">todo se precipita en un ojo sin fondo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">basta un parpadeo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">todo reaparece en el mismo ojo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">brilla el mundo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tú resplandeces al filo del agua y de la luz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">eres la hermosa máscara del día </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">aunque la nieve caiga en racimos maduros</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">nadie sacude las ramas allá arriba</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el árbol de la luz no da frutos de nieve</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">aunque la nieve se disperse en polen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">nos hay semillas de nieve</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">no hay naranjas de nieve no hay claveles </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">no hay cometas ni soles de nieve</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">aunque vuele en bandadas no hay pájaros de nieve</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">en la palma del sol brilla un instante y cae</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">apenas tiene cuerpo apenas peso apenas nombre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y ya lo cubre todo con su cuerpo de nieve </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">con su peso de luz con su nombre sin sombra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-77614454406120225452022-01-02T12:08:00.002-08:002022-01-02T12:08:22.710-08:00Nuestro Lago<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgnQF3fS9PtQJ-0iwhUHLbtVlKNsD42gNGIFwOTRS7juc-_4Ho7diWnqSXHpf0dVWFafFm8fHHJCjY_OXonShkXFLnpznEfzk-bsEffgKdIJKrNlUqSeoU4BcfKBhlzRHVZa8yDGzUTZot-TNkm_AU19eIoqHHtyDlXS_W-fToX92Vy2BSyDRSuw1Xtg=s3000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="3000" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgnQF3fS9PtQJ-0iwhUHLbtVlKNsD42gNGIFwOTRS7juc-_4Ho7diWnqSXHpf0dVWFafFm8fHHJCjY_OXonShkXFLnpznEfzk-bsEffgKdIJKrNlUqSeoU4BcfKBhlzRHVZa8yDGzUTZot-TNkm_AU19eIoqHHtyDlXS_W-fToX92Vy2BSyDRSuw1Xtg=w640-h434" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Entonces</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Julio Flórez</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Jamás con mi recuerdo estarás sola:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">viviré sin cesar en tu presencia,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">mientras el lago aquel tenga una ola;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">mientras el bosque aquel... Guarde una esencia.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Mientras que de tu pecho en los ardores</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">des a mi imagen cariñoso abrigo;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">mientras roces por mí, mientras me implores,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">mientras me quieras, estaré contigo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Sabes cuándo, en la vida estarás sola?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿cuándo no me verás en tu presencia?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">cuando en el lago aquel no haya una ola.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Cuando en el bosque aquel no haya una esencia.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡Ay..! Cuando de tu pecho en los ardores</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">a mi imagen no des cálido abrigo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">cuando por mi no reces, ni me implores,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">ni me quieras, tú, sí estarás conmigo.</span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-57640041543815449922021-12-27T12:02:00.007-08:002021-12-27T12:02:55.676-08:00El sueño del ángel<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFjaIC_c0l7rnxXydUPnTHoh-ZXjmEgYSBVqEQW81jsVhgB8yh8tBg_B3P-hjGTaxQi-bPsyI0pvgPb70-Lg7FwPa7rLot2-mT1zlTkUWKfu0-1HmEntEoooJ5Hp25eyZ4tLxSER0rBqtOWjAkiJAK1gz5yexntALHnq_DdMf-VsP0Y_xaouYN_y0mYQ=s3000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="3000" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFjaIC_c0l7rnxXydUPnTHoh-ZXjmEgYSBVqEQW81jsVhgB8yh8tBg_B3P-hjGTaxQi-bPsyI0pvgPb70-Lg7FwPa7rLot2-mT1zlTkUWKfu0-1HmEntEoooJ5Hp25eyZ4tLxSER0rBqtOWjAkiJAK1gz5yexntALHnq_DdMf-VsP0Y_xaouYN_y0mYQ=w640-h434" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Soneto LXXXI Cien sonetos de amor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Pablo Neruda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Ya eres mía. Reposa con tu sueño en mi sueño.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Amor, dolor, trabajos, deben dormir ahora.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Gira la noche sobre sus invisibles ruedas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y junto a mí eres pura como el ámbar dormido.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Ninguna más, amor, dormirá con mis sueños.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Irás, iremos juntos por las aguas del tiempo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Ninguna viajará por las sombras conmigo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">sólo tú, siempreviva, siempre sol, siempre luna.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Ya tus manos abrieron los puños delicados</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y dejaron caer suaves signos sin rumbo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tus ojos se cerraron como dos alas grises,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">mientras yo sigo el agua que llevas y me lleva:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la noche, el mundo, el viento devanan su destino,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y ya no soy sin ti sino sólo tu sueño.</span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-64167533157510075932021-12-12T14:30:00.006-08:002021-12-12T14:30:42.515-08:00Ella II<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgi8yPZAoi6E8PcX9tPomfmntJ7QoFko1u1WRAgaDN762racyPyAHdGi0M8FWavcEIXhtOu7393zj-scNMYgftSq56b_ZF9PEwjQPrABQn9laB8b-W1jp1hbvpD8oWpx_FiSK3PT6wQciFgrZSJuMkrTMf3QxXAxQe_SfDJzW2rbMKZcPFWV9TqAb6rPg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgi8yPZAoi6E8PcX9tPomfmntJ7QoFko1u1WRAgaDN762racyPyAHdGi0M8FWavcEIXhtOu7393zj-scNMYgftSq56b_ZF9PEwjQPrABQn9laB8b-W1jp1hbvpD8oWpx_FiSK3PT6wQciFgrZSJuMkrTMf3QxXAxQe_SfDJzW2rbMKZcPFWV9TqAb6rPg=w640-h434" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Soneto ( de Félix Arvers )</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">José Ángel Buesa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Nadie conoce mi amor secreto:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">no lo conoce ni quien lo inspira;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y es tan humilde que a nada aspira,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">pues su constancia no tiene objeto.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Mi amor se escuda tras mi respeto;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">respiro el aire que ella respira,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y ella me habla y ella me mira,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">sin que descubra mi amor discreto.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Porque, entre el coro de la alabanza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">que se prolonga sobre su huella,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">mi amor suspira sin esperanza;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y tanto ignora mis sueños vanos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">que si estos versos van a sus manos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tal vez pregunte: << ¿ quién será ella ? >></span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-55020787920251054362021-11-28T11:24:00.005-08:002021-11-28T11:24:55.832-08:00De espaldas a mi, de frente al Lago.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxnxHA6hprg/YaPVJ9DBfFI/AAAAAAAAKGs/mBzNMZA9ZY8HP0Mqs73GJm5z7NdB7K0gACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Nieves_lago_sanabria_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxnxHA6hprg/YaPVJ9DBfFI/AAAAAAAAKGs/mBzNMZA9ZY8HP0Mqs73GJm5z7NdB7K0gACNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/Nieves_lago_sanabria_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Ausencia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Adelardo López de Ayala</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">La piedra imán recibe de una estrella </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el influjo del que busca su gobierno</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la nave audaz, y, en éxtasis eterno,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">contempla enamorada su luz bella.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Siente en su espalda el mar la blanda huella</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">de la luna gentil, y, amante tierno,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">suspira y gime, o, con furor interno,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">en cien montañas a la par se estrella.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">!Ama una flor al luminar del día;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">dispersas y atrapadas, sus amores</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">se comunican las flexibles palmas...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Por qué, ausente, no escuchas la voz mía?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Por qué sienten mejor el mar las flores,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y hasta las mismas piedras que las almas?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-45936036265600046212021-11-14T11:32:00.004-08:002021-11-14T11:35:46.212-08:00Hayedo de Busmayor<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHNq1ItEbQ0/YZFiGojahfI/AAAAAAAAKF0/IIwIRA6gNDEVOJjhP_vCn_avNlJbXMz1gCNcBGAsYHQ/s2632/Hayedo_busmayor_2021_01.tif%2Bcopia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1195" data-original-width="2632" height="290" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHNq1ItEbQ0/YZFiGojahfI/AAAAAAAAKF0/IIwIRA6gNDEVOJjhP_vCn_avNlJbXMz1gCNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h290/Hayedo_busmayor_2021_01.tif%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Por qué se queda en los ramajes?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Pablo Neruda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Por qué se queda en los ramajes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">hasta que las hojas se caen?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿y dónde se quedan colgados</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">sus pantalones amarillos?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Verdad que parece esperar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el otoño que pase algo?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Tal vez el temblor de una hoja</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">o el tránsito del universo?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Hay un imán en la tierra,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿imán hermano del otoño?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Cuándo se dicta bajo tierra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la designación de la rosa?</span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-80962491811342536972021-06-24T11:15:00.003-07:002021-06-24T11:15:51.372-07:00Rojo y verde.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpOFFAYfUD8/YNTE5zgmO8I/AAAAAAAAKCI/_f3WUn6zoT4y_Jj9-Z3I78nRV-52UxcogCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Paisaje_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpOFFAYfUD8/YNTE5zgmO8I/AAAAAAAAKCI/_f3WUn6zoT4y_Jj9-Z3I78nRV-52UxcogCNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/Paisaje_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">El rojo sol de un sueño en el Oriente asoma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Antonio Machado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">El rojo de un sueño en el oriente asoma.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Luz en sueños. ¿No tiemblas, andante peregrino?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Pasado el llano verde, en la florida loma,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">acaso está el cercano final de tu camino.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Tú no verás del trigo la espiga sazonada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y de macizas pomas cargado el manzanar,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">ni de la vid rugosa la uva aurirrosada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">ha de exprimir su alegre licor en tu lagar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Cuando el primer aroma exhalen los jazmines</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y cuando más palpiten las rosas del amor,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">una mañana de oro que alumbre los jardines,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿no huirá, como una nube dispersa, el sueño en flor?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Campo recién florido y verde, ¡quién pudiera soñar aún </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">largo tiempo en esas pequeñitas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">corolas azuladas que manchan la pradera,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y en esas primeras diminutas margaritas!</span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-17624444955818162972021-05-25T13:59:00.002-07:002021-05-25T13:59:43.173-07:00Luna Lunera, con pájaro incluido.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QG9eBlzii8o/YK1j64hvtSI/AAAAAAAAJ-k/w16uMxglnCAKz9jJOQIDKyab3W-TQ3qPACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Luna_2021_05_25_01%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QG9eBlzii8o/YK1j64hvtSI/AAAAAAAAJ-k/w16uMxglnCAKz9jJOQIDKyab3W-TQ3qPACNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/Luna_2021_05_25_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"> El farolero y su novia.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Rafael Alberti.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Bien puedes amarme aquí,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">que la luna yo encendí,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tú, por ti, tú, por ti.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Si, por mí.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Bien puedes besarme aquí,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">faro, farol farolera,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la más álgida que ví.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Bueno, sí.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Bien puedes matarme aquí,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">gélida novia lunera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">del faro farolerí.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Ten. ¿Te dí?</span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-90137590020119445622021-04-26T12:32:00.003-07:002021-04-26T12:32:48.576-07:00Imágenes de montaña.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gn1vwnE1Znk/YIcQRlQFJUI/AAAAAAAAJ84/byCcxX-XijYn6BrSUO2DAN7bcjpIg7LLQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Vaca_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1548" data-original-width="2048" height="484" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gn1vwnE1Znk/YIcQRlQFJUI/AAAAAAAAJ84/byCcxX-XijYn6BrSUO2DAN7bcjpIg7LLQCNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h484/Vaca_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cosOIlo5V_U/YIcQUtnfxHI/AAAAAAAAJ88/4gGwpg0otKcWT-kopeMHDvrjTj6g4s73QCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Hormigas_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1550" data-original-width="2048" height="484" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cosOIlo5V_U/YIcQUtnfxHI/AAAAAAAAJ88/4gGwpg0otKcWT-kopeMHDvrjTj6g4s73QCNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h484/Hormigas_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlWHNgtNSUs/YIcQWrN95mI/AAAAAAAAJ9A/eqHfK4rheKM76UQZfp4prFY9nNKqujNigCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Escarabajos_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1585" data-original-width="2048" height="496" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlWHNgtNSUs/YIcQWrN95mI/AAAAAAAAJ9A/eqHfK4rheKM76UQZfp4prFY9nNKqujNigCNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h496/Escarabajos_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TuW1HL9Jhv4/YIcQY0XCNSI/AAAAAAAAJ9E/zsXdKioek-ESmiBHwNvTy8dFA_WBAnnBgCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Hoja_encina_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1558" data-original-width="2048" height="486" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TuW1HL9Jhv4/YIcQY0XCNSI/AAAAAAAAJ9E/zsXdKioek-ESmiBHwNvTy8dFA_WBAnnBgCNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h486/Hoja_encina_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UXRL_H9v4E/YIcQbM8b7DI/AAAAAAAAJ9I/tuWiKBEomOAocVHOYRRtfLqPoTzRd-qxQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Flores_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1583" data-original-width="2048" height="494" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UXRL_H9v4E/YIcQbM8b7DI/AAAAAAAAJ9I/tuWiKBEomOAocVHOYRRtfLqPoTzRd-qxQCNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h494/Flores_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xZNqfNAKU6I/YIcS-BIYEBI/AAAAAAAAJ9c/vn6VGTWiIkQiDjWRjeqPqbL8OaW4e6LxQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/gotas_lluvia_01.tif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1707" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xZNqfNAKU6I/YIcS-BIYEBI/AAAAAAAAJ9c/vn6VGTWiIkQiDjWRjeqPqbL8OaW4e6LxQCNcBGAsYHQ/w534-h640/gotas_lluvia_01.tif" width="534" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">Sobre la tierra mojada</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">Antonio Machado</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">Sobre la tierra amarga,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">caminos tiene el sueño</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">laberínticos, sendas tortuosas,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">parques en flor y en sombra y en silencio;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">criptas hondas, escalas sobre estrellas;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">retablos de esperanzas y recuerdos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">Figurillas que pasan y sonríen</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">juguetes melancólicos de viejo;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">imágenes amigas,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">a la vuelta florida del sendero,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">y quimeras rosadas </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;">que hacen camino.... Lejos.</span></div>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-44640938309874153662021-04-13T14:20:00.009-07:002021-04-13T14:22:01.566-07:00Al final, el paraíso.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3ye9R7p9Eo/YHYLbj_EFSI/AAAAAAAAJ8I/rMw1RjcB-6sik2rKSIMyV2xlCxkeKuewwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Laguna_fasgueda_2021_02%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3ye9R7p9Eo/YHYLbj_EFSI/AAAAAAAAJ8I/rMw1RjcB-6sik2rKSIMyV2xlCxkeKuewwCNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/Laguna_fasgueda_2021_02%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-75137637131580626742021-04-12T13:37:00.003-07:002021-04-12T13:37:38.180-07:00El reflejo en mis ojos.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nK8SVfjuvw/YHStlODWZ-I/AAAAAAAAJ7o/syddb4Cv5MgK_I1OIsYqZ05wpPt2zAcSACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Laguna_fasgueda_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nK8SVfjuvw/YHStlODWZ-I/AAAAAAAAJ7o/syddb4Cv5MgK_I1OIsYqZ05wpPt2zAcSACNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/Laguna_fasgueda_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"> <span style="font-family: arial;">Sonetos II</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Octavio Paz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">El mar, el mar y tú, plural espejo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el mar de torso perezoso y lento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">nadando por el mar, del mar sediento:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el mar que muere y nace en un reflejo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">El mar y tú, su mar, el mar espejo:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">roca que escala el mar con paso lento,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">pilar de sal que aate el mar sediento,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">sed y vaivén y apenas un reflejo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">De la suma de instantes en que creces,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">del círculo de imágenes del año,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">retengo un mes de espumas y de peces,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y bajo cielos líquidos de estaño</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tu cuerpo que en la luz abre bahías</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">al oscuro oleaje de los días.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-82018316964986793442021-03-22T15:16:00.002-07:002021-03-22T15:16:16.413-07:00Esfuerzo placentero. <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FN9iwfAgNm8/YFkVEjxTIvI/AAAAAAAAJ6I/8QHUoJTrHQwZA9WLygEP0OvELUTqefEYACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Nieves_pena_trevina_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FN9iwfAgNm8/YFkVEjxTIvI/AAAAAAAAJ6I/8QHUoJTrHQwZA9WLygEP0OvELUTqefEYACNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/Nieves_pena_trevina_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Coplas por la muerte de su padre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">34</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Jorge Manrique</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Diciendo: buen caballero,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">dejad el mundo engañoso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y su halago;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">vuestro corazón de acero,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">muestre su esfuerzo famoso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">en este trago;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y pues de vida y salud</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">hicisteis tan poca cuenta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">por la fama,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">esfuércese la virtud</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">para sufrir esta afrenta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">que os llama.</span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-82306980249755716712021-03-22T14:53:00.006-07:002021-03-22T14:53:52.200-07:00¡ Ánimo! ya te queda menos para llegar a la luna.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-NuLQgFfiE/YFkP3eEa2jI/AAAAAAAAJ6A/q3lS1slaiJU9MHu02mf-6Pgd4ZbPii7AwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Nieves_pena_surbia_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-NuLQgFfiE/YFkP3eEa2jI/AAAAAAAAJ6A/q3lS1slaiJU9MHu02mf-6Pgd4ZbPii7AwCNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/Nieves_pena_surbia_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Música oculta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Jaime Torres Bodet</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Como el bosque tiene</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tanta flor oculta,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">parece olorosa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la luz de la luna.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Como el cielo tiene</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tanta estrella oculta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">parece que brilla</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la noche de luna.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Como el alma tiene</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"> su música oculta,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">parece que el alma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"> llora con la luna!....</span></div></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-61338230456761060752021-02-28T13:48:00.004-08:002021-02-28T13:48:26.253-08:00Pozo de los Humos.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QK8h2LmC5Ks/YDwNiwSC76I/AAAAAAAAJ48/ZU-kFPp8_s4ckO894LCZ2bkTuM7DB8GugCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/pozo_de_los_humos_2021_01ll%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2048" height="468" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QK8h2LmC5Ks/YDwNiwSC76I/AAAAAAAAJ48/ZU-kFPp8_s4ckO894LCZ2bkTuM7DB8GugCNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h468/pozo_de_los_humos_2021_01ll%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"> El mar no es más que un pozo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Idea Vilariño.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">El mar no es más que un pozo de agua oscura,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">los astros sólo son barro que brilla,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el amor, sueño, glándulas, locura,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la noche no es azul, es amarilla.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Los astros sólo son barro que brilla,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el mar no es más que un pozo de agua amarga,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la noche no es azul, es amarilla,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la noche no es profunda, es fría y larga.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">El mar no es más que un pozo de agua amarga,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">a pesar de los versos de los hombres,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el mar no es más que un pozo de agua oscura.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">La noche no es profunda, es fría y larga;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">a pesar de los versos de los hombres,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el amor, sueño, glándulas, locura.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-39278884683732799692021-02-04T11:04:00.002-08:002021-02-04T11:04:10.813-08:00Se acabó.<p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5J-kdD0Qh24/YBxCnna2DeI/AAAAAAAAJ4E/Jeus2Ies2eABOvHEeW31jpaEZ-EOu_4hgCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Papelera_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1387" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5J-kdD0Qh24/YBxCnna2DeI/AAAAAAAAJ4E/Jeus2Ies2eABOvHEeW31jpaEZ-EOu_4hgCNcBGAsYHQ/w434-h640/Papelera_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="434" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Trilce: Poema XXXIV</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">César Vallejo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Se acabó el extraño, con quien, tarde</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la noche, regresabas parla y parla.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Ya no habrá quien me aguarde,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">dispuesto mi lugar, bueno lo malo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Se acabó la calurosa tarde;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tu gran bahía y tu clamor; la charla </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">con tu madre acababa</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">que nos brindaba un té lleno de tarde.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Se acabó todo al fin: las vacaciones,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">tu obediencia de pechos, tu manera</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">de pedirme que no me vaya fuera.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Y se acabó el diminutivo, para</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">mi mayoría en el dolor sin fin,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y nuestro haber nacido así sin causa.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-31321563826744481942021-01-31T14:15:00.001-08:002021-01-31T14:15:20.255-08:00El ocaso del gigante.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TotwE6Rpv0/YBcp-Dnr5wI/AAAAAAAAJ30/lpsmPCQMF34B12CULQ7AdOPJ2Mj8rX4vACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Castillo_castrotorafe_01%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TotwE6Rpv0/YBcp-Dnr5wI/AAAAAAAAJ30/lpsmPCQMF34B12CULQ7AdOPJ2Mj8rX4vACNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/Castillo_castrotorafe_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"> VIII</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Julio Flórez</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Has contemplado, a lo lejos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">al sol que, paso a paso,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">va descendiendo al ocaso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">con su manto de reflejos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">cómo por lúgubres huellas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">deja, en su triunfal descenso,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">cubierto el espacio inmenso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">de crespones y de estrellas?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Así, niña, es el amor:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">como el sol, paso entre paso,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">cuando desciende a su ocaso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y no da luz ni calor,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">en el corazón herido,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">nos deja, en triste quebranto,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡por astros, gotas de llanto,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y por tinieblas, olvido!</span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-82389835545936003802021-01-22T11:47:00.006-08:002021-01-22T11:47:53.401-08:00El descanso de los patos.<p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWY4RLHsgUw/YAsoazyPK_I/AAAAAAAAJ2A/Z6L2mpibCFYLZAjzgwlsScVOmERSOBItACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Cencellada_2021_02%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWY4RLHsgUw/YAsoazyPK_I/AAAAAAAAJ2A/Z6L2mpibCFYLZAjzgwlsScVOmERSOBItACNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/Cencellada_2021_02%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">El tonto Rafael</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Rafael Alberti</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Por las calles, ¿quién aquél?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡El tonto de Rafael!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Tonto llovido del cielo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">del limbo, sin un ochavo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Mal pollito colipavo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">sin plumas, digo, sin pelo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Pío-pic!, pica, y al vuelo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">todos le pican a él.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Quién aquél?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡El tonto de Rafael!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Tan campante, sin carrera,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">no imperial, sí tomatero,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">grillo tomatero, pero</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">sin tomate en la grillera.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Canario de la fresquera,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">no de alcoba o mirabel.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Quién aquél?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡El tonto de Rafael!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Tontaina tonto del higo,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">rodando por las esquinas</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">bolas, bolindres, pamplinas</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y pimientos que no digo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Mas nunca falta un amigo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">que le melindre un clavel.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Quién aquél?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡El tonto de Rafael!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Patos con gafas, en fila,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">lo raptarán totalmente</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">en la berlina incosciente</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">de San Jinojito el lila.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¿Qué runrún, que retahíla </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">sube el cretino eco fiel?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">¡Oh, oh, pero si es aquél</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el tonto de Rafael!</span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-46325097691120624892021-01-18T11:37:00.006-08:002021-01-18T11:37:38.400-08:00Noches de color en días de niebla.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zj4hY5haqd8/YAXfAtH6zII/AAAAAAAAJ1s/794jI9HhDEApnTYv6dWgOnDO-37pbHJ5gCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Cencellada_2021_03%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zj4hY5haqd8/YAXfAtH6zII/AAAAAAAAJ1s/794jI9HhDEApnTYv6dWgOnDO-37pbHJ5gCNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/Cencellada_2021_03%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"> EL suave color que dulcemente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Fernando de Herrera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">El suave color que dulcemente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">espira, el tierno ardor de rosa pura,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la viva luz de eterna hermosura,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el sereno candor y alegre frente;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">El semblante do yace amor presente,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">la mano que a la nieve de blancura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">orna, pueden volver la noche oscura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">en día y claridad resplandeciente.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">En vos el sol se ilustra, y se colora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">el blanco cerco, y ledas las estrellas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">fulguran, y las puntas de Diana.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">Tal vos contemplo, que la roja aurora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">y de Venus la lumbre soberana,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: arial;">en vuestra faz ardiendo son más bellas.</span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3088693285808137578.post-74408552493270601352021-01-16T12:16:00.007-08:002021-01-16T12:20:19.958-08:00El viejo puente resiste.<div class="separator"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hjMgZlQGMY/YANKdgeRjSI/AAAAAAAAJ1c/m7x6YeKo7DwZe7L19QDu4gWcjbBYTSGTQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Cencellada_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hjMgZlQGMY/YANKdgeRjSI/AAAAAAAAJ1c/m7x6YeKo7DwZe7L19QDu4gWcjbBYTSGTQCNcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/Cencellada_2021_01%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><p> </p><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">Mario Benedetti</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">El puente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">Para cruzarlo o para no cruzarlo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">ahí está el puente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">En la otra orilla alguien me espera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">con un durazno y un país</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">Traigo conmigo ofrendas desusadas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">entre ellas paraguas de ombligo de madera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">un libro con los pánicos en blanco </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">y una guitarra que no se abrazar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">Vengo con las mejillas del insomnio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">los pañuelos del mar y de las paces</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">las tímidas pancartas del dolor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">la liturgias del beso y de la sombra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">Nunca he traído tantas cosas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">nunca he venido con tan pco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">Ahí está el puente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">para cruzarlo o para no cruzarlo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">yo lo voy a cruzar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">sin prevenciones</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">En la otra orilla alguien me espera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: inherit;">con un durazno y un país.</span></div><p></p>pedronikonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997905366741597638noreply@blogger.com0