tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49940132818408080572012-01-20T21:37:08.333-04:30Una mirada a la apertura de mi ser...Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.comBlogger1621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-55970992589775972232011-12-31T18:44:00.004-04:302011-12-31T19:01:59.036-04:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyRuzJCoLiU/Tv-XCH5bFXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/K29Ciw9dDbs/s1600/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyRuzJCoLiU/Tv-XCH5bFXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/K29Ciw9dDbs/s1600/2012.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: #444444; color: orange; font-size: large;">Que cada uno dibuje su destino</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: #444444; color: orange; font-size: large;">siguiendo sus sueños.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5597099258977597223?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-2522111059133882422011-12-07T20:23:00.001-04:302011-12-07T20:24:51.780-04:30<div style="text-align: justify;"><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">Un cortometraje animado de los directores Enrique García y Ruben Salazar, narra la historia de una niña de 10 años llamada Zaira, que vive en una ciudad en guerra&nbsp;y añora a su mejor amigo.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">Una historia <a href="http://www.animacam.tv/index.php/en/official-section/watch-videos/viewvideo/589/cortometraje/daisy-cutter.html"><span style="color: #990000;">(ver cortometraje)</span></a> sobrecogedora que demuestra la crueldad de la guerra...</span></strong></em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-QbAl9GPTs/TuADjWU46dI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vT_6P66bn90/s1600/01_HOME.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-QbAl9GPTs/TuADjWU46dI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vT_6P66bn90/s320/01_HOME.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #e69138;">La</span> <strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Daisy Cutter o&nbsp;Cortadora de Margarita</span></strong> <span style="color: #e69138;">como es llamada en español, la bomba BLU-82 empleada por primera vez en Vietnam (1970)&nbsp;para limpiar los campos de vegetación y crear pistas de aterrizaje; aunque su uso fue descontinuado, en la Guerra de Irak y en Afganistan se empleó para crear presión psicológica.</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-252211105913388242?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-8662254409384530412011-11-28T13:53:00.003-04:302011-11-28T14:08:50.212-04:30<div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0">Cuando tú te hayas ido</span><br /><span class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0">me envolverán las sombras,</span><br /><span class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0">cuando tú te hayas ido,</span><br /><span class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0">con mi dolor a solas.</span></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #b45f06;"><br /><span class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0">Evocaré este idilio</span><br />de las azules horas.<br />Cuando tú te hayas ido<br />me envolverán las sombras.<br /><br />Y en la penumbra vaga<br />de la pequeña alcoba<br />donde una tibia tarde<br />me&nbsp;acariciabas toda<br />te buscarán mis brazos<br />te buscará mi boca<br />y aspiraré en el aire<br />como un olor a rosas.<br />Cuando tú te hayas ido<br />me envolverán las sombras.<br /><br />Cuando tú te hayas ido<br />mi verso se hará prosa,<br />cuando llegue el olvido<br />marchitarán las rosas.<br /></span><span style="color: #b45f06;">No besaré tus manos<br />ni besaré tu boca.<br />Cuando tú te hayas ido<br />mi verso se hará prosa.</span></strong></em><strong><em></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #b45f06;">Poema de Rosario Sansores.</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #b45f06;">Aqui les dejo la versión musical, en la voz de Soledad Bravo.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="160" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xn7Y4zw5iIs" width="280"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-866225440938453041?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-74562386008414536512011-10-30T22:25:00.000-04:302011-10-30T22:25:26.805-04:30<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Cúrame la melancolía,</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>libérame de tanto</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>suspirar</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>En esta fría mañana</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>salgo a caminar</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>los mismos senderos</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>que recorrimos</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>aquellos días</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>primaverales</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Miros los pájaros</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>revolotear en la </em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>fuente</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ni el frío otoñal</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>estremece mi cuerpo</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Miro alrededor</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>sin sentirme</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>parte de él</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>No soy el niño</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>que corre</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>No soy el viejo</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>que lee la prensa</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Ni soy uno de esos</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>amantes que se besan</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sólo soy un alma</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>pasajera.</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-7456238600841453651?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-64962915537033645182011-10-18T20:57:00.000-04:302011-10-18T20:57:28.455-04:30<strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">En aquel patio</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">cubierto por la</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">sombra de los almendros,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">se sentía la brisa que llegaba</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">del mar,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">susurrante como los caracoles</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">recogidos en la playa</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">Hoy se sienta en su</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">hamaca</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">taciturno</span></strong><br /><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><strong>columpiándose</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><strong>como niño</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><strong>Aquel que dejó atrás,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><strong>el día que decidió</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><strong>que como marinero</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><strong>no viviría en tierra firme</strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">Y que al&nbsp;ritmo de las olas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">bailaría el son</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">que la vida le permitiera.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6496291553703364518?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-59208794031870471352011-09-26T12:14:00.000-04:302011-09-26T12:14:49.616-04:30<em><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong>Contemplo </strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong>la lluvia </strong></span></em><em><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong>que cae fuerte </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong>sobre la arena</strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong>Desdibuja las pisadas</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong>que dejaste en tu huída</strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong>único vestigio de tu </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong>presencia efímera.</strong></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5920879403187047135?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-62359787939397452392011-09-06T22:45:00.000-04:302011-09-06T22:45:23.159-04:30<span style="color: #e69138;"><strong><em>Quiero escribir para vos,</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong><em>por vos...</em></strong></span><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">Escribir versos </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">que se conviertan </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">en sensaciones</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">que te erizen la piel</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">y estrujen tu corazón</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">que hagan brotar </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">lágrimas de emoción</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">Quiero escribir versos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">que te enamoren</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">que te&nbsp;conviertan</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">en la niña</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">de antaño</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">Quiero escribirle</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">a tu inocencia,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">a las risas</span></strong></em><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #e69138;">a tu dulzura</span></em></strong><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">Escribir para vos,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">por vos...</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6235978793939745239?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-11295277586287231282011-08-23T21:51:00.002-04:302011-08-23T21:51:38.899-04:30<em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">El saco de recuerdos roto</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">se esparció por el umbral</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">y como hojas secas</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">se levantan por el aire</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">danzando en círculos.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;"></span></strong></em> <br /><em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">Mientras el viejo añora</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">los sentimientos olvidados</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">por los años de ausencia.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;"></span></strong></em> <br /><em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">El niño juega con aquellas</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">hojas que revolotean </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #f6b26b;">en el otoño de la vida.</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-1129527758628723128?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-40681527314798590942011-08-02T22:21:00.000-04:302011-08-02T22:21:53.278-04:30<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4hQoGQHvQ1s?fs=1" width="425"></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #b45f06;">Siento que te conozco,<br />y siento que me recuerdas,<br />dime si reconoces mi voz.</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color: #b45f06;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-4068152731479859094?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-34193985992372260782011-08-01T20:58:00.001-04:302011-08-01T21:49:27.443-04:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvrabwtDjNE/TjdRoR8Hh6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Cv68JXVmifY/s1600/Dibujo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvrabwtDjNE/TjdRoR8Hh6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Cv68JXVmifY/s320/Dibujo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Emile Munier.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><strong><em>Quiero que tus brazos</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><strong><em>me acojan</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><strong><em>como si de porcelana fuera,</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><strong><em>Que la&nbsp;ternura de tu sonrisa</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><strong><em>me cobije.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><strong><em>Y la dulzura de tu canto</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><strong><em>me lleve</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><strong><em>a un mundo de sueños.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #e69138;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Maybe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-3419398599237226078?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-63103388724221601642011-07-07T08:15:00.003-04:302011-07-07T08:31:35.590-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbGkVxfadvE/ThWtnUtmMNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6O2Zr2D-0nY/s1600/cronometro.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626594200555761874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbGkVxfadvE/ThWtnUtmMNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6O2Zr2D-0nY/s320/cronometro.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Estar contigo o no estar contigo<br />es la medida de mi tiempo.<br />J.L. Borges</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Tu ausencia es mi tiempo.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Cronómetro de mi vida,</span></em><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">de horas eternas</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">a la espera de un regreso.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">De un susurro</span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">que como cántico</span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">de sirenas</span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">me lleve a otro mundo,</span></em><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">tú mundo...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Melancolía de sueños</span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">o de un pasado distante</span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">ajeno al presente.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Tu ausencia es mi tiempo...</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6310338872422160164?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-75452582447731775512011-06-10T17:19:00.005-04:302011-06-10T17:24:16.259-04:30<iframe width="516" height="305" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6D3QbrV3pT8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-7545258244773177551?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-28031285289578293232011-05-15T09:06:00.002-04:302011-05-15T09:16:39.407-04:30<em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">En el ocaso del día</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">me siento a contemplar tu partida.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Ausente </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">en las frías noches de luna,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">tu recuerdo me reconforta,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">eres el fulgor de mis días</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">el que calienta mi piel</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">y da luz a mi andar.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">El insomnio perdura</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">hasta la aurora,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">cuando salgo</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">a tu encuentro</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">esperando</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">que tu resplandor</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">inunde de luz</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">mi vida.</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-2803128528957829323?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-17406697190925769232011-04-27T09:58:00.003-04:302011-04-27T10:12:47.412-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zd3DFeSlvNU/Tbgqjv5KkBI/AAAAAAAAAWs/QmNPcSAM1cU/s1600/Roraima-2011149.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600272930275233810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zd3DFeSlvNU/Tbgqjv5KkBI/AAAAAAAAAWs/QmNPcSAM1cU/s320/Roraima-2011149.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">Inicie un viaje lejano</span></strong></em></div><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">sólo para estar en ti,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">que tu seno me amparara</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">y me sosegara.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">Anduve caminos de soledad</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">en los que el silbido del viento</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">era roto por los latidos</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">de mi corazón.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">Mientras tu, imponente</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">eras mi referencia</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">entre el sol y la lluvia.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">Anduve por tus pies</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">escalé tu cuerpo</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">y por fin pude ver</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">lo que se hallaba en tu cima.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">Magnificiencia de un mundo</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">único y solitario.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">Sólo tú haz visto por primera</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">vez el sol en esta tierra,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">pacifica y enigmática.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">Develas tus secretos a aquellos</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">que te veneran y te idolatran</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">como la madre de todas las aguas.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">Me despedí de tus dominios</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">con humildad y esperando</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">que me permitas de nuevo</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">volver a ti...</span></strong></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-1740669719092576923?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-73363040872013996252011-04-16T13:57:00.003-04:302011-04-16T14:02:16.315-04:30<div align="left"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Hoy parto con rumbo lejano</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">pisando lo desconocido,</span></strong></em> </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">regresando al inicio</span></strong></em> </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">de la existencia.</span></strong></em> </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Sin finalidad, </span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">ni motivo,</span></strong></em> </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">sólo espero regresar</span></strong></em> </span></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">con una valija </span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">cargada</span></strong></em> <em><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">de experiencias </span></strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">y</span></strong></em> <em><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">sentimientos definidos.</span></strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-7336304087201399625?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-87429370139990653342011-03-23T19:40:00.002-04:302011-03-23T19:46:14.777-04:30<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Voces</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">más antiguas que tu memoria.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Susurros de tu madre,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">besos callados de la amante que</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">te deja,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">la hermana que resguarda tu regreso,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">los mimos de tus hijas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Sonríes y clamas a tus marinos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">No te escuchan.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Ajenos a tus llantos felices</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">avanzan ensimismados.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">La marcha de sus remos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">repite una canción sin coros.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Las voces</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">son el norte</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">en un mar sin retorno.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">No puedes cantar la fe</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">de tu revelación.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">No puedes volver</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">para encontrar</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">los cuerpos de las mujeres que amas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Por Moraima Guanipa.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>(Del libro inédito Ceremonias del decir).</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8742937013999065334?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-49710396909259839422011-02-27T10:48:00.003-04:302011-02-27T11:03:30.252-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpzNSb1H5L4/TWpugjO1Y4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/sZlW7PpemvI/s1600/P8020006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578392593944109954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpzNSb1H5L4/TWpugjO1Y4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/sZlW7PpemvI/s320/P8020006.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Isla olvidada...</span></div><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">En ti quedan vestigios</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">de aquella época</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">donde torreones</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">vigilaban tus tierras</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">bañadas por médanos</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">que borraron el paso</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">de los que quisieron conquistarte</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Sólo tú puedes acoger</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">al ermitaño desolado</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">que en tú aridez</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">encuentra sosiego</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">y en tus aguas saladas</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">baña sus penas.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-4971039690925983942?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-38750396837094607792011-02-06T14:10:00.003-04:302011-02-06T14:22:13.127-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/TU7t1RPj9HI/AAAAAAAAAWc/o52-Fo5o0fY/s1600/luna%2Bmenguante.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570651288521405554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/TU7t1RPj9HI/AAAAAAAAAWc/o52-Fo5o0fY/s200/luna%2Bmenguante.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/TU7tSF-7tlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/bvbhhw0wyn4/s1600/luna%2Bmenguante.jpg"></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong>En el ocaso del día,</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong>cuando la noche asecha,</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong>las estrellas salen</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong>destellantes</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong>buscando el arrullo</strong></em></span><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong>de la luna,</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong>mientras su triste</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong>resplandor</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong>acorrala con melancolía</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong>el recuerdo de aquellos</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong>momentos vividos con pasión</strong></em></span><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong>en noches de luna llena.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-3875039683709460779?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-65515431974596649702011-02-01T17:57:00.002-04:302011-02-01T19:01:55.858-04:30<em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Un día para recordarte,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">para revivir momentos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">y celebrarle una oda a tu vida.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">A pesar de tu ausencia,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">sigues vivo en los corazones de aquellos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">que tuvimos la fortuna de conocerte.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">A mi amigo, maestro y padre.</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6551543197459664970?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-88387367684132641022011-01-12T10:21:00.004-04:302011-01-12T11:03:54.264-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/TS3JjoKgQjI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RNUoihoeNic/s1600/puente"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561322728786510386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/TS3JjoKgQjI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RNUoihoeNic/s200/puente" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>Es hora de regresar</em></strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>de volver al terruño</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>de tu cuerpo,</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>aquel cálido refugio</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>que en las noches frías</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>me acogí silente</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>y amorosamente.</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>Recorro los mismos caminos</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>que fueron mi huída.</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>Hoy sólo son trochas áridas</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>desdibujadas por aquellas</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>lágrimas derramadas.</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>Me detengo en la orilla del lago</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>frente al puente</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>muchas veces cruzado.</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>Miro tu ciudad,</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>ha crecido, densa y desmesurada</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>poblada por seres desconocidos.</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>En la lejanía,</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>en el horizonte,</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>intento encontrar el hito</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>que me indique</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>donde se halla tu corazón.</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>Llegar a él...</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>Cruzar el puente</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>Adentrarme de nuevo en ti...</em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8838736768413264102?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-70009561114780704782010-12-24T10:06:00.003-04:302010-12-24T10:29:42.686-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/TRS0-UuD4KI/AAAAAAAAAVw/DDmyQBd9SnQ/s1600/arbol.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554263223261454498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/TRS0-UuD4KI/AAAAAAAAAVw/DDmyQBd9SnQ/s200/arbol.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Fecha de reencuentro,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>horas de alegrías</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>y también de añoranzas,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>momento de compartir,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>tiempo de suspiros...</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>Recuerdos olvidados,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>sueños de niños,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><em>esperanza por un futuro mejor...</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">¡Feliz Navidad!</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-7000956111478070478?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-30685683426518840682010-12-02T19:53:00.002-04:302010-12-02T20:02:49.507-04:30<em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Tic, tac, tic tac....</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">el reloj continúa su andar</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">mientras</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">la espera se vuelve agonía</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">48 horas para que el cielo</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">deje de rugir...</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">horas infinitas y tiempo avasallante</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">zozobran las almas</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">entre aguas y penumbras</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">de los días de noches perpetuas...</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-3068568342651884068?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-89068083356597049232010-11-04T19:50:00.002-04:302010-11-04T20:51:48.432-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/TNNcFt41hMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3vgeVNxwugQ/s1600/ima1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535869620255556802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/TNNcFt41hMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3vgeVNxwugQ/s200/ima1.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Mujer de belleza genuina</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>y sonrisa perpetua</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Aguerrida luchadora</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Amazonas que </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>con lanza en mano</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>encaraste la vida</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Mujer de ningún hombre</strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;">y amor de muchos</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>De tu vientre nacieron</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>hijos del mundo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Que conocieron madre</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>a oidos de otros</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>como leyenda de pueblo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Hoy el humo del tabaco</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>que guiaba tu camino</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>llega de oriente lejano</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>como estela silente</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>señalando un camino</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>sinuoso que sólo tu </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"><strong>recorriste.</strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8906808335659704923?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-60146254168543935362010-10-19T20:39:00.002-04:302010-10-19T20:49:35.311-04:30<em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">En la noche calma</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">me despierta con un sobresalto</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">tu furia desbordada,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">el refulgir de tus ojos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">cual mirada diabólica</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">me enceguece </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">por momentos,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">ensordezco</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">cuando lanzas</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">como zarpazos </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">los rayos de ira</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">en aquella noche </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">de tempestad,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">que retumban como truenos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">y hacen temblar hasta los muertos...</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6014625416854393536?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-54517740608045918722010-10-03T20:06:00.003-04:302010-10-03T20:09:52.424-04:30<em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;">Creí que eras </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;">un ángel caído del cielo,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;">cuando en realidad</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;">eras otro desterrado</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;">purgando sus penas</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;">en un mundo ajeno,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;">donde el amor</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;">no tiene cabida...</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5451774060804591872?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-8369884234168172010-09-24T11:52:00.003-04:302010-09-24T12:00:32.739-04:30<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">Saliste de puerto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">hace ya tanto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">que tu existencia es desconocida</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">para muchos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">Leyenda para otros</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">Tu rumbo sólo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">lo conocía el mar infinito</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">que dejaba que el viento</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">fuera tu guía</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">Atrás quedaron aquellas esperas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">frente al puerto</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">en la que un par de manos</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">inquietas sostenían</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">aquel pañuelo</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">a la espera de izarlo como</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">bandera en señal</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;">de bienvenida...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-836988423416817?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-66350339822911021892010-08-24T20:15:00.003-04:302010-08-24T20:27:14.151-04:30<span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>Tu ojos han visto</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>la guerra, el odio</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>y la indiferencia,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>la miseria humana</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>de aquellos que te</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>consideran miserable.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>Tu corazón ha palpitado</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>de terror y miedo.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>Tus noches son como</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>tus días,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>sólo el hambre te acompaña.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>Sin embargo regalas</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>sonrisas</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>con la inocencia</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>de aquel</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>que no conoce el rencor</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>y vive con la esperanza.</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6635033982291102189?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-23187891974360044462010-08-12T13:15:00.002-04:302010-08-12T13:18:23.140-04:30<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">I</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Descubrir el aroma de la piel</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">en un beso,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">es alejarse de la costumbre</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">para adentrarse</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">en los caminos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">que bordean al corazón...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">II</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">El beso se hizo perfume,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">un perfume único</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">como tus besos...</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Por </span><span style="color:#000000;">Y50</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-2318789197436004446?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-77075698547617674772010-07-25T16:08:00.002-04:302010-07-25T16:15:37.157-04:30<em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">He visto como tu rostro </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">se dibuja millares de veces</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">en mis sueños</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">como un espejo.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">He sentido tus besos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">al fragor de una luna llena.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">El calor de tu cuerpo </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">me ha calentado</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">cuando el viento frío</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">congela mis huesos.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">Tu voz me arrulla</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">en noches de insomnio.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">Y yo sólo vivo</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">anhelando tu presencia</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">entre verdades y sueños...</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-7707569854761767477?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-80634922888155370542010-07-15T20:35:00.003-04:302010-07-15T20:38:56.367-04:30<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"><strong>Escuchando esa canción </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"><strong>que se arriesgó a salir del corazón,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"><strong>enfrentándose a la olvidada melodía</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"><strong>escondida de la lluvia, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"><strong>tu vas y vienes.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"><strong>La lluvia y tu...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"><strong>Las lágrimas pasarán </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"><strong>y la alegría volverá.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"><strong>Gracias por hacerme recordar...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">By Y50</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8063492288815537054?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-61256726237484422882010-07-03T21:52:00.004-04:302010-07-03T21:57:42.387-04:30<p><object width="420" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZ53MAEaoyQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZ53MAEaoyQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="345"></embed></object></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Un libro, un escritor, una canción....</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6125672623748442288?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-47567330609926247332010-06-08T14:49:00.003-04:302010-06-08T14:54:29.313-04:30<span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>Pusimos mar y tierra de por medio,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>ya no hay miradas, </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>ni palabras,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>el letargo colmó todo,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>el corazón se calló...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>Hoy me siento</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>en la distancia</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>a ver la misma luna</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>que tú ves tan lejano,</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>mientras la brisa</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>de Barlovento </strong></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>te trae de nuevo a mi...</strong></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-4756733060992624733?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-49492482203224957942010-05-16T18:01:00.003-04:302010-05-16T18:39:51.083-04:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/S_B6_g29Y2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZLeLgF9rZBA/s1600/aguarda.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472008778825950050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/S_B6_g29Y2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZLeLgF9rZBA/s320/aguarda.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">Aguardando...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">Gritaba amor suplicante,</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">a un sordo corazón.</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-4949248220322495794?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-7164272616246568042010-05-10T08:36:00.004-04:302010-07-03T21:43:27.612-04:30<div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;">Sueño con el amor, mientras el tiempo se me va de las manos...</span></strong></em></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Sting.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div align="right"></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object width="520" height="305"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dD2Qph8_HEs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dD2Qph8_HEs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="305"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-716427261624656804?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-87467636003273474792010-04-30T14:37:00.002-04:302010-04-30T14:51:41.959-04:30<strong><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Tendida en la hamaca</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">el calor</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">me agobia...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Al mirar al horizonte</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">sólo alcanzo a ver </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">cual espejismo</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">una muchedumbre</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">de ausentes que </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">desde la distancia</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">aguardan mi encuentro...</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8746763600327347479?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-21449636202959368122010-04-14T22:18:00.003-04:302010-04-14T22:30:21.049-04:30<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Las palabras eran </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>como una ráfaga,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>un arma de guerra, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>pendencieras e hirientes.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Afloraban como hierba</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>salvaje en campo florido.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Carcomían las entrañas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>de quien las escuchaba. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Dejando como testigo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>un corazón herido.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-2144963620295936812?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-3679681483225547752010-04-07T20:08:00.004-04:302010-04-07T20:13:03.250-04:30<em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Aunque el reloj haya<br />continuado su recorrido.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Aunque mi vida haya</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">continuado su recorrido.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Mi mente sigue tratando</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">de entender el curso</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">de lo acontecido.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">El tiempo rapaz ha dejado</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">atrás mi sesatez,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">o acaso la locura se ha </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">plantado definitivamente</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">en mi...</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-367968148322554775?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-23840983565467775772010-03-10T10:00:00.000-04:302010-03-10T10:01:57.271-04:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">Aunque no pueda dormir,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">sigo soñando...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-2384098356546777577?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-9722805249693411832010-03-01T22:31:00.002-04:302010-03-01T22:39:26.492-04:30<strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">- Han pasado 25 años, olvidelo.<br />- No puedo olvidar, porque el amor que vi en sus ojos no lo volví a ver nunca más.<br /></span></strong><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GcHkTSqeGoU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GcHkTSqeGoU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">Una hermosa película Argentina nominada al Oscar 2010 y Ganadora del Premio Goya 2010 como Mejor película Hispanoamericana. Una trama de amor que se desentraña a través de la mirada. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">¿Cuánto puede decirnos una mirada?</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-972280524969341183?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-45990433929746751882010-02-24T17:16:00.003-04:302010-02-24T17:20:01.133-04:30<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;">Hoy ni el eco de tu voz<br />logro escuchar.<br /><br />Queda sólo<br />el silencio<br />entre los dos.<br /><br />Temo olvidar<br />tu voz.<br /><br />Y que si llegado<br />el día<br />vuelvo a escucharla,<br />mi corazón no logre<br />reconocerla.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-4599043392974675188?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-57607943746551779482010-02-17T19:51:00.003-04:302010-02-24T17:20:42.434-04:30<em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">Entre la neblina veo</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">a los difuntos caminando</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">algunos saludan</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">otros caminan cabizbajos.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">En la plaza el reloj</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">está detenido, </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">aunque las campanas </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">resuenan como ecos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">lejanos.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">Sigo mis pasos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">mirando entre las sombras</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">ausentes.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">Busco un alma viva</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">que me diga</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">si estoy vivo o muerto.</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5760794374655177948?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-27422812224645224872010-02-03T21:08:00.004-04:302010-02-03T21:25:34.090-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/S2oogibFAYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/GhxerBul2vM/s1600-h/luna.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434200439837229442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/S2oogibFAYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/GhxerBul2vM/s320/luna.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">¡Oh luna llena!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Festejo la belleza</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">que sólo dejas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">a los insomnes disfrutar.<br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-2742281222464522487?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-1556078494181710602010-01-18T19:31:00.004-04:302010-01-18T19:44:14.264-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/S1T5QK3AHZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2am1ZI4pwuU/s1600-h/P1090025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428237507076562322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/S1T5QK3AHZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2am1ZI4pwuU/s320/P1090025.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/S1T4yS9USlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Ev4QNBFev5U/s1600-h/P1090025.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">Paso lunas y soles</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">entre quimeras</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">que me recuerdan a ti.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">Aquel que vi por última vez</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">con ojos de fuego</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">y sonrisa diabólica.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">En mis oidos retumban sus carcajadas</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">como ecos infinitos.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">Y miro la daga penetrante</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">destilando gota a gota.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">Sólo espero por que llegue</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">el momento donde todo cese</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">Y el tiempo sea tiempo,</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">el silencio te acalle</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">y mi corazón deje de gotear...</span></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-155607849418171060?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-31594385562192195232010-01-07T21:30:00.004-04:302010-01-07T21:39:59.108-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/S0aT6xoF6pI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9SlRbmn_Gt8/s1600-h/pintor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424185439177534098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/S0aT6xoF6pI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9SlRbmn_Gt8/s400/pintor.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/S0aTZv-7V9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/kNQhs_BGnlY/s1600-h/pintor.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Comienzo <span style="color:#ffff66;">este </span><span style="color:#66ff99;">año </span><span style="color:#33ccff;">con</span> un <span style="color:#993399;">excelente</span> </span><span style="color:#009900;">regalo: </span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">una </span><span style="color:#ff9900;">caja </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">de</span> <span style="color:#993399;">creyones</span>;</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">quiero </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">pintar</span> <span style="color:#ffff66;">con</span> <span style="color:#006600;">cada </span><span style="color:#ff9900;">color</span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993300;">un</span><span style="color:#33ffff;"> </span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">mundo </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">mejor,</span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffff00;">que </span><span style="color:#336666;">el </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">color</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">inunde </span><span style="color:#009900;">nuestras</span> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">vidas</span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">este</span> </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>2010</strong>.</span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-3159438556219219523?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-52332344841325244762009-12-25T10:10:00.001-04:302009-12-25T10:13:38.623-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SzTPNfj_VeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jOsY1GT4KI0/s1600-h/Navidad.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419184082351248866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SzTPNfj_VeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jOsY1GT4KI0/s320/Navidad.gif" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>¡FELIZ NAVIDAD!</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5233234484132524476?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-63686050523803920572009-12-09T23:30:00.003-04:302009-12-10T16:16:54.593-04:30<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" >Ha llegado el momento de partir<br /><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" >y quisiera decirte tantas cosas...<br /><br /></span></div><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" >no siento pena por irme,<br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" >sino por no tener un poco más<br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" >de tiempo contigo.<br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" >Quiero dejarte muchas cosas,<br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" >que te iluminen la mirada,<br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" >que mi partida no sea dolor,<br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" >ni olvido.<br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" >Si me recuerdas,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />recuerda</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />aquellos momentos</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />que fueron nuestros,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />donde sólo importaba</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />el estar juntos,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />en ese instante,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />el aqui y el ahora.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />Ese momento en que no</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />habia parpadeos,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />que el silencio era roto</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />por nuestras respiraciones</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />acompasadas y</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />los latidos acelerados</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />de nuestros corazones.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />Recuerdame con una sonrisa</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />aunque no haya sido</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />la más divertida.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />Y si en algún momento</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />piensas en mi</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />no pienses cuando me fui.<br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" >recuerda cuando estuve contigo.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />Temo por no poder decirte</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />que te amo de nuevo,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />aunque siempre supe </span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />que nunca dejaría de amarte.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />Quizás mi único temor al partir</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />sea el que llegues a olvidarme.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />Que mi amor no haya sido</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />suficiente para permanecer en ti.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:courier new;" ><br />Recuerdame...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6368605052380392057?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-88221138720256383302009-12-04T08:53:00.005-04:302009-12-04T08:58:26.842-04:30<em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Allí estaba ella </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">vestida de fiesta</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">con su vestido carmín,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">sentada en aquel banco</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">de la plaza,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">en el que un día </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">sus mejillas tomaron</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">el color de su vestido</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">por aquella mirada</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">del joven furtivo.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hoy lo espera</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">paciente,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">con una sonrisa</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">perenne,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">a que aparezca</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">y le ofrezca</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">su corazón.</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8822113872025638330?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-72668637287886499882009-11-16T11:01:00.002-04:302009-11-16T11:06:09.117-04:30<em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">¿A dónde fue tú mirada?</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Trato de ver tus ojos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">y sólo encuentro vacío.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">No hay honestidad,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">ni valor.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Una pesadumbre</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">es lo único que se</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">ve a travéz de esos</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">ojos que un día </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">fueron resplandor...</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-7266863728788649988?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-59217442739127157792009-11-06T11:00:00.003-04:302009-11-06T11:09:38.727-04:30<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><em>Los latidos se detienen</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><em>cuando cruzo el umbral</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><em>en el que tú estás...</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><em>Tú presencia me aturde</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><em>haciendo que los recuerdos</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><em>represados en mi memoria</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><em>salgan como una jauría</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><em>buscando arremeter</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><em>contra mi corazón...</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">A tu paso apresurado</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">sólo queda el halo</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">de aquello que fue</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Un pasado revivido</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">en un pequeño instante...</span></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5921744273912715779?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-3585195796313488292009-10-15T15:05:00.002-04:302009-10-15T15:33:44.628-04:30<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"><em>Como un cautivo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"><em>vivo preso entre tus letras</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"><em>atado a los acentos</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"><em>silenciado por los </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"><em>puntos suspensivos</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"><em>atento a los </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"><em>susurros de voces</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"><em>convertidos en</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"><em>poemas...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Hoy quiero aprovechar para comentarles sobre el trabajo que está realizando mi amiga María Antonieta Flores con su revista digital</span> <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><a href="http://www.elcautivo.org/">El Cautivo</a></span></em></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">,</span> <span style="color:#ff6666;">en el que durante los últimos seis años se ha dedicado afanosamente y en solitario a ofrecernos una excelente recopilación de Poemas y Poetas, labor que debo aplaudir por su constancia en pro de la Poesía.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-358519579631348829?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-80496657479873386112009-10-07T09:36:00.003-04:302009-10-07T09:41:43.797-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SsyhYGhCYVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/imOQnrJPdNg/s1600-h/sol.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389860289493754194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SsyhYGhCYVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/imOQnrJPdNg/s400/sol.jpg" /></a><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Viendo entre nubes</span></strong></em></div><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#999999;">brumosas,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#999999;">densas,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#999999;">efímeras...</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#999999;">aunque prefiera</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#999999;">levitar entre ellas,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#999999;">el sol se filtra</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#999999;">para disipar</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#999999;">los sueños...</span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8049665747987338611?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-86682143866936563722009-09-18T16:04:00.005-04:302009-09-18T16:11:57.524-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SrPwJLuqYdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6XNK-61Jbns/s1600-h/tornado.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382910020195869138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SrPwJLuqYdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6XNK-61Jbns/s400/tornado.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>La ira cual tornado</strong></span></em></div><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>arrasó con los </strong></span></em><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>sentimientos,</strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que acurrucados</strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>estaban en el </strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>corazón.</strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sólo quedan</strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>aruinas</strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>de aquello</strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que un día fue...</strong></span></em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8668214386693656372?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-60085153140935506142009-09-10T15:12:00.002-04:302009-09-10T15:25:39.768-04:30<em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Como jardinero de la vida</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">voy arando en tierra virgen.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Cavando pozos de agua</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">fértil</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">para alimentar </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">las semillas de la esperanza</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Cultivo la paciencia </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">rara y escasa</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Para cosechar la ilusión</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Que me permite soñar </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">con un sol resplandeciente</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Que ilumina la llanura </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">de tu cuerpo distante.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6008515314093550614?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-82529410810591452722009-08-31T22:56:00.002-04:302009-08-31T23:23:13.999-04:30<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Hoy el poeta larense Rafael Cadenas, ocupa de nuevo los titulares por ser honrado con el Premio de Literatura en Lenguas Romances 2009 que otorga la Feria Internacional del Libro de Guadalajara (FIL), la principal cita editorial del mundo hispano. <br /> <br />En una entrevista realizada en el año 2003 por Caludia Posadas para la revista Espéculo Nº 23, (http://www.ucm.es/info/especulo/numero23/rcadenas.html)el poeta decia acerca de su poesía: <br /></div> <br /> <br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Tal vez mi propia limitación, no sé, pero te confieso que admiro a los poetas abundantes, mis opuestos, aunque los leo poco. Los veo como a príncipes que hunden sus manos cada vez que quieren en su erario verbal y de ahí sacan toda clase de joyas. Yo soy más bien lento, paso semanas, meses, años revisando un poema, indeciso, avergonzado, pobre."</span> <br /> <br /></div> <br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Pero en esa brevedad que describe se encuentra la riqueza de una prosa profunda, que ahonda el yo verdadero, me hago eco de la celebración de su poesía y les transcribo uno de sus poemas.</span> <br /></div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cusuario%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cusuario%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" 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line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Alguien cierra una puerta a un hombre que enmudece, </p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> </div><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">se mira en su celda de un solo respiradero y duda de que él mismo exista.</p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> </div><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Algunas veces, por instantes, es sacado a ver sol, </p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> </div><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">pero vuelve por sus propios pasos a su sitio.</p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> </div><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Allí al menos sabe que sufre. <br /></p><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> Temor. Rafael Cadenas</p><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> <br /></p><p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> <br /></p> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8252941081059145272?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-70547925908506870992009-08-24T12:03:00.003-04:302009-08-24T12:11:19.504-04:30<strong><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Con la marea crecida,<br />en la espera...<br />mira las olas enfurecidas<br />azotadas por el viento,<br />esperando que emerga<br />de ellas el cuerpo<br />de aquel que huyó<br />en barcaza un día igual<br />sin más equipaje<br />que un destino<br />incierto...</span></em></strong><div 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style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>las llamas que </em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>aún siguen </em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>ardiendo en mi corazón.</em></span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5479832539152220847?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-69998190752486881512009-07-31T09:15:00.003-04:302009-07-31T09:35:05.065-04:30<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Cuando uno deja que los problemas se magnifiquen sin mayor razón, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">siempre hay algo o alguien que nos deja ver de nuevo la luz.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Este video me llegó hace unos días y disfruté mucho al verlo, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">por la carga de optimismo y valor que tienen estos personajes, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">que a pesar de sus limitaciones demuestran que los problemas son sólo eso, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">problemas que pueden resolverse.</span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SfEzYKQoJA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SfEzYKQoJA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6999819075248688151?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-71091263675502523292009-07-16T10:52:00.004-04:302009-07-16T10:57:58.998-04:30<span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Tus lágrimas se difuminan</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">cual trazo de pincel</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">cuando el pintor de tus sueños</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">decide cambiarlas por una sonrisa...</span></em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-7109126367550252329?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-17243190179503735342009-07-02T14:38:00.009-04:302009-07-02T15:08:28.251-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/homeprojectes"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353943995778553074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/Sk0Hsp-3VPI/AAAAAAAAATs/T_34PpkD5KY/s400/home.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">(Toca sobre la imagen para disfrutar del documental)</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Un documental que muestra de manera magistral los dos lados de una realidad y de la cual todos somos responsables. Por un lado las bellezas de nuestro planeta y su delicada armonía, mientras que por el otro lado encontramos la insaciable y devoradora acción humana.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Yann Arthus-Bertrand y sus impactantes imágenes alrededor del 54 países nos envuelve en una atmósfera de contemplación, entendimiento y reflexión.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">"Vivimos tiempos excepcionales. Cientificos nos dicen que tenemos diez años para cambiar la manera en que vivimos, evitar el agotamiento de los recursos naturales y la catastrófica evolución del clima de la Tierra. La apuesta para nosotros y nuestros niños es alta. Todo el mundo debería participar en el esfuerzo, Home ha sido concebida para mantener un mensaje de movilización a todos los seres humanos. Con este fin, Home debe ser gratis. Un patrocinador, el Grupo PPR, hicieron esto posible. EuropaCorp, el distribuidor también se comprometió a no obtener ningún beneficio porque Home es una película sin fines de lucro.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Home ha sido realizada pra ti: compartela! Y actúa por el planeta"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Yann Arthus-Bertrand. Presidente de la Fundación GoodPlanet</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-1724319017950373534?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-48087023839294605172009-06-22T20:55:00.001-04:302009-06-22T21:09:02.469-04:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SkAyC6T1wxI/AAAAAAAAATk/EO7h0eXgihA/s1600-h/tren.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SkAyC6T1wxI/AAAAAAAAATk/EO7h0eXgihA/s320/tren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331382909747986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" >Somos pasajeros<br />en el tren de la vida...</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-4808702383929460517?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-57875514982394637782009-06-13T13:36:00.003-04:302009-06-13T13:39:08.950-04:30<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Quién es aquel<br />que mira a lo lejos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">el que se empeña<br />en entrar a la fuerza</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">de tanto mirar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">el que en silencio<br />urga en mis ojos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">y espera cada día</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">mi pasar?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5787551498239463778?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-77839554180961267612009-05-30T21:24:00.002-04:302009-05-30T21:31:26.056-04:30<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">La tristeza<br />ha condenado</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">mis ojos<br />a la ausencia<br />de tu figura<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">y al llanto<br />como grito<br />de auxilio<br /><br />Piedad<br />para mis ojos<br />que sólo quieren<br />ver la luz<br />en tú sonrisa<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-7783955418096126761?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-19712882826688973632009-05-17T20:10:00.006-04:302009-05-17T20:33:39.810-04:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/ShCzU19ExXI/AAAAAAAAATc/JiZRomb20p4/s1600-h/cajon_de_sastre.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/ShCzU19ExXI/AAAAAAAAATc/JiZRomb20p4/s320/cajon_de_sastre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336962729096037746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Visité al sastre</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />para que surciera</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />las vestiduras<br />de</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >mi corazón,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />pero debió hacerle</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />un nuevo traje</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />porque el anterior</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />no soportaba </span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >otro surcido...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-1971288282668897363?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-82700524039478447932009-05-10T16:25:00.003-04:302009-05-10T16:33:15.341-04:30<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">En el purgatorio de mi mente,<br />los fantasmas hacen fiesta<br />atormentándome con<br />tus recuerdos.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8270052403947844793?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-55834116023690988962009-05-03T21:16:00.006-04:302009-05-03T21:41:58.470-04:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/Sf5LAl1uusI/AAAAAAAAATU/cGAcYgZCf7U/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 124px;" 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</style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0cm; mso-para-margin-right:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Cuando decidió abandonar aquel Amor </p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">supo que debería pagar un precio por ello,</p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">aún a sabiendas de que su corazón</p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">se congelaría por la falta de pasión.</p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Ahora camina por las calles soleadas</p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">con la mirada perdida entre los surcos del piso,</p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">bajo un grueso abrigo,</p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">esperando que los rayos del sol</p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">le den un poco de calor…</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5583411602369098896?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-43869905778531202782009-04-07T16:31:00.006-04:302009-04-07T16:40:42.318-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SdvAvHpJkjI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qu6SRWJ-0Ro/s1600-h/imagen11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322059300406399538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SdvAvHpJkjI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qu6SRWJ-0Ro/s200/imagen11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><em>Tú nombre revolotea </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><em>en mi mente</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><em>como las mariposas</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"><em>en primavera...</em></span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-4386990577853120278?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-49035168684445467592009-04-02T15:39:00.004-04:302009-04-07T16:41:25.360-04:30<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Aunque sé </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">que sólo soy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">una partícula minúscula</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">en este mundo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">hoy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">desearía empequeñecer</span><span style="color:#339999;"></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">hasta ser imperceptible</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320189757542092754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SdUcZZv3z9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/bsVjOQchOjQ/s200/mundo.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-4903516868444546759?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-5106618067610087472009-03-26T16:08:00.003-04:302009-03-26T16:13:56.067-04:30<em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">Sigo entre recuerdos,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">buscando aquel momento</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">en que mi rostro</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">se dibujó una sonrisa...</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">Lejano,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">pasado,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">tan olvidado...</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-510661806761008747?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-5316386532602865202009-03-16T21:21:00.004-04:302009-03-17T11:05:53.444-04:30<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;">Desencadenaste una guerra</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;">entre la razón y el corazón,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;">sus armas son </span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;">mi boca</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;">y mi cuerpo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;">una pide que te vayas</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;">y el otro que te quedes,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;">necesito un mediador</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;">a esta guerra sin cuartel.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-531638653260286520?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-24816213136397415232009-03-04T16:16:00.004-04:302009-03-04T16:20:56.211-04:30<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Creí que la esperanza </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">me había abandonado,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">pero aún vaga como</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">ánima en pena,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">entre las penumbras</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">de mis recuerdos.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-2481621313639741523?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-89163272384554362522009-02-26T17:36:00.003-04:302009-02-26T17:59:41.655-04:30<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">Como cada día<br />volví a tu casa,<br />esperando con avidez<br />encontrarme con tu rastro,<br />con aquellas palabras,<br />que sueles dejar plasmadas<br />en ese espacio blanco, incólume<br />que acoge cada sentimiento tuyo,<br />tan mío a veces…<br />esas palabras que me hacen<br />conocerte sin ser visto,<br />que devoro como<br />los fantasmas del ayer<br />suelen hacer festín<br />con mi ser…<br />una simple palabra,<br />un Adiós desolador,<br />que terminó de devastar<br />lo que me quedaba de esperanza<br />aquel día…<br />sin posibilidad de refutar,<br />sin preguntas,<br />ni respuestas,<br />mi alma ya no sabia<br />donde ir en busca de<br />tus palabras…</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">A ti, te digo bienvenido de nuevo...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8916327238455436252?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-35098557926110997752009-02-18T22:01:00.003-04:302009-02-19T10:17:51.601-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SZ1xABhNuVI/AAAAAAAAASc/4B8lHNdNvrU/s1600-h/anden.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304520181333997906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SZ1xABhNuVI/AAAAAAAAASc/4B8lHNdNvrU/s200/anden.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"><strong><em>Allí en el andén desolado<br />sentada en un banco<br />una tarde cualquiera<br />miro un reloj detenido<br />esperando que </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"><strong><em>el próximo tren<br />que llegue</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"><strong><em>lleve mi corazón<br />a un nuevo hogar</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-3509855792611099775?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-74074191290011721572009-02-10T19:06:00.004-04:302009-02-10T19:11:54.538-04:30<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Sólo te pido</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">que tú mano</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">me sostenga</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">cuando quiera</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">volar sin alas.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Sólo te pido </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">que me ilumines</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">cuando mis días</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">sean noches.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Sólo te pido</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">que me acompañes</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">con tú sonrisa</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">cuando el llanto</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">me nuble.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Sólo te pido</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">que reconstruyas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">mis muros</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">cuando el</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">mundo se me </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">derrumbe</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Sólo te pido...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-7407419129001172157?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-8996800683307011902009-01-30T18:47:00.004-04:302009-01-30T19:11:37.555-04:30<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Irresistible,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong>Impulsivo,</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Impaciente,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">Imaginario,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;">Impetuoso,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Intenso,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Insaciable,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Incondicional,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">Indulgente,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Insensato,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Iluso...</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">Y mucho más...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-899680068330701190?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-86481128046152246062009-01-25T17:29:00.004-04:302009-01-25T17:42:14.615-04:30<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Cierro los ojos</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>intentando mirar dentro</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>en un cuerpo que a veces desconozco,</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que olvido que me acompaña,</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>miro</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>y sólo encuentro oscuridad.</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Oh, hallo un halo luz</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>intermitente,</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>leve, </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>pero persistente,</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>miro...</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Es un corazón</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>lleno de cicatrices</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que aún late...</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8648112804615224606?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-75260301790984339662009-01-11T15:28:00.004-04:302009-01-11T15:41:09.082-04:30<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Poniéndome al día con la correspondencia, blogs y demás; descubro un texto que me envió mi querida Morocha (coloquialmente melliza en mi país), que aunque genéticamente no lo seamos, lo es por el mero hecho de haber nacido el mismo día y vivir todo un mundo juntas, a pesar de la distancia. Aqui se los trancribo:</span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Quizás dé lo mismo si se trata de un año nuevo</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">o de un nuevo grupo de pertenencia,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">de un nuevo lugar donde vivir,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">de un nuevo amigo,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">o de una nueva pareja.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Nada puede ser realmente nuevo </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">si uno lo vive desde viejas actitudes.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Por eso te deseo y me deseo</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Que no se nos vaya nuestro tiempo de vida</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">en asuntos que realmente no valgan la pena.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Nadie vino a este mundo a encerrarse en un lugar seguro</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">a lograr la aprobación de los demás,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">a "matar el tiempo".</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">El tiempo es algo precioso:un recurso no renovable. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Que miremos hacia atrás sólo para cerrar los asuntos pendientes.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Es el único modo en que el pasado puede realmente pasar:</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">decir lo largamente callado,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">hacerse cargo de los errores y pedir disculpas,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">y reconocer lo recibido</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">y dar las gracias,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">comprender lo no comprendido,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">dejar ir lo que ya no es.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Cerrar lo inconcluso es comenzar a hacer espacio para lo Nuevo.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Que sepamos pedir ayuda cuando la necesitemos, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">para volver a pararnos sobre nuestros propios pies.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Dejarse ayudar es un buen antídoto para la omnipotencia o la necedad. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Que sepamos ayudar a quien lo necesite</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">sin perdernos en el otro,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">sin invadir ni manipular,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">sin generar dependencia, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">sin forcejear para que nadie cambie lo que no está dispuesto a cambiar. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ayudar requiere el ejercicio de una solidaridad inteligente, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">consciente de sus trampas y de sus límites. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Que permanezcamos abiertos a encontrar verdaderos compañeros de Camino, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">afines a nuestra más íntima Esencia. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Como decía Vinicius<span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">:</span> </span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">"La Vida es el arte del encuentro".</span> </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">No nos escondamos de la Vida. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Vivir Vivo</span> es poco frecuente entre los humanos. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Lo logran quienes trabajan para abrir su sensibilidad y su conciencia. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Que seamos parte de aquellos que, más que un <span style="color:#ffcc00;">"Año Nuevo",</span> </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">celebran cada día un </span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Día Nuevo, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">intensamente </span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Vivos.</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-7526030179098433966?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-86098008749257521412009-01-07T14:48:00.002-04:302009-01-07T15:18:09.739-04:30<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">He despertado, aún es de día, escucho pasos a lo lejos y un carro carro metálico sonando presuroso, estoy sola en la habitación, ya puedo respirar, no recuerdo cuanto tiempo llevo aqui,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">sólo recuerdo que me costaba respirar, me sentía cansada, sin fuerzas... De pronto entra una enfermera con una bandeja de comida y la pone a los pies de mi cama sin percatarse si estoy despierta, pero antes de salir de la habitación se detiene en la puerta y dice:</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">- Ah, ya despertaste, tu madre debió salir un momento, pues no se habia despegado de tu cama. Hoy es fin de año, que bueno que podrás verlo, aunque estés en este hospital. Más tarde vendré por la bandeja, espero que tengas apetito.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Noche de fin de año... debo llevar unos cuantos días aqui quizás 4 o 5 ya no recuerdo bien, no tengo apetito, ni siquiera puedo alcanzar a inclinarme para acercarme a la bandeja, el sueño me doblega.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Despierto de nuevo y veo un figura conocida a mi lado, enfoco mi vista, ya está anocheciendo y allí está ella de nuevo con su sonrisa ególatra. Le pregunto:</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">- Qué, vienes esta vez por mi?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Rie a carcagadas, </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">- No, sólo quise pasar a conversar contigo un rato, vine aqui por otra alma, pero dime ¿sientes miedo de mi?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">- No te temo, sólo que pensé que hay cosas que me faltan hacer.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">- Pues, eso dicen todos, que aún no es tiempo, pero eso lo decido yo, no uds.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">- Si tienes razón.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">- Dentro de poco será un nuevo año para uds., muchos reirán, pedirán deseos y tendrán esperanzas, pero yo tengo que llevarme a algunos para que brinden conmigo, ya va siendo hora...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Volveré a verte, sabes que me gusta conversar contigo.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Me quedé pensando en lo que ha sido mi vida y en aquellas cosas que aún quiero lograr, pero mis pensamientos fueron interumpidos cuando varias enfermeras y un médico entraron a mi habitación, la puerta quedó abierta y vi cuando su figura pasaba lentamente, se detuvo un momento frente a la puerta y me volvió a sonreir, en ese instante se escucharon unos gritos</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">y todos salieron al pasillo, se escuchaban pasos, voces y llantos; al cabo de unos minutos hubo un silencio...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Luego una enfermera entró y me dijo:</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">- Ya viene de nuevo el médico, es que la paciente de la habitación contigua falleció, lástima que no habrá año nuevo para ella...</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8609800874925752141?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-88846445978682176872008-12-18T20:48:00.006-04:302008-12-18T21:05:00.316-04:30<em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>Identidad,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>un número,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>una clave,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>una huella.</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>Somos sólo uno más,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>parte de un género,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>de una especie.</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>Somos rostros</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>en una multidud,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>transitando por una</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>vida que ni siquiera</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>sabemos que nos pertenece...</strong></span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></em></strong><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff99;">"Sé </span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff99;">que si no llego a ser nadie </span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff99;">habré perdido mi vida. "</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff99;">Fragmento de Memorial, 1977.</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff99;">Rafael Cadenas </span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8884644597868217687?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-27598429031319336172008-12-10T09:20:00.003-04:302008-12-10T09:30:06.702-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/ST_Kfe7QOiI/AAAAAAAAASE/X3BuVTNSaQI/s1600-h/EXCURSIONBIBLIOTECA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278159930527857186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/ST_Kfe7QOiI/AAAAAAAAASE/X3BuVTNSaQI/s320/EXCURSIONBIBLIOTECA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">La niña entró a la biblioteca</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">buscando el libro de las ilusiones</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">y por equivocación</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">abrió el libro de la melancolía,</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">exhaló un suspiro y no tuvo</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">otro remedio que hacer brotar</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">lágrimas de sus ojos</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">pues ellas eran las únicas que podían</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">descubrir el texto oculto</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">en aquellas páginas...</span></em></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-2759842903131933617?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-32430895201446260822008-12-02T18:32:00.005-04:302008-12-03T18:22:17.042-04:30<span style="font-size:180%;"><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">Oh! mi poeta errante,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">tú que transitas por la ciudad</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">de callejones oscuros,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">entre nubes de cigarro</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">y la trova Cubana,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">a cuantas les habrás</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">dedicado tú prosa,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">cuantas habrán sido tus musas,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">esas quedaron atrapadas entre </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">rimas y poemas</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">en un dosel de ensueño,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">donde tus palabras recrean</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">aquello que entre miradas</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">todos callan...</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">Y es en las noches de sueño</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">que recorro esas mismas calles,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">esperando hallar un rastro</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">de aquel poema</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;">que me guíe a ti.</span></strong></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-3243089520144626082?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-8963564621992452512008-11-26T22:07:00.005-04:302008-11-26T22:17:29.331-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SS4KNI7GPbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/i2GOhGwwX0Q/s1600-h/El_pensador.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273163434547363250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SS4KNI7GPbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/i2GOhGwwX0Q/s320/El_pensador.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#999999;"></span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Llevo amaneceres y noche nubladas,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">tal como mis pensamientos,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">esos que se retuercen en mi mente,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">revoloteando como cuervos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">sobre la presa moribunda.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Que divagan entre</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">risas y llantos,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">que transitan</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">entre la fantasía y la realidad</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#999999;">y que juegan naipes con mi vida.</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-896356462199245251?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-23653788872671026662008-11-19T19:32:00.003-04:302008-11-19T19:40:28.334-04:30<em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Señor, tú sabes cómo, con encendido brío,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">por los seres extraños mi palabra te invoca.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Vengo ahora a pedirte por uno que era mío,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">mi vaso de frescura, el panal de mi boca,<br />cal de mis huesos, dulce razón de la jornada,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">gorjeo de mi oído, ceñidor de mi veste.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Me cuido hasta de aquellos en que no puse nada;</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">¡no tengas ojo torvo si te pido por éste!</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Te digo que era bueno, te digo que tenía</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">el corazón entero a flor de pecho, que era</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">suave de índole, franco como la luz del día,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">henchido de milagro como la primavera.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Me replicas, severo, que es de plegaria indigno</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">el que no untó de preces sus dos labios febriles,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">y se fue aquella tarde sin esperar tu signo,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">trazándose las sienes como vasos sutiles.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Pero yo, mi Señor, te arguyo que he tocado,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">de la misma manera que el nardo de su frente,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">todo su corazón dulce y atormentado</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">¡y tenía la seda del capullo naciente!</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">¿Que fue cruel? Olvidas, Señor, que le quería,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Y él sabía suya la entraña que llagaba.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">¿Que enturbió para siempre mis linfas de alegría?</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">¡No importa! Tú comprende: ¡yo le amaba, le amaba!</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Y amar (bien sabes de eso) es amargo ejercicio;</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">un mantener los párpados de lágrimas mojados,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">un refrescar de besos las trenzas del cilicio</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">conservando, bajo ellas, los ojos extasiados.<br />El hierro que taladra tiene un gustoso frío,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">cuando abre, cual gavillas, las carnes amorosas.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Y la cruz (Tú te acuerdas ¡oh Rey de los judíos!)</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">se lleva con blandura, como un gajo de rosas.<br />Aquí me estoy, Señor, con la cara caída</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">sobre el polvo, parlándote un crepúsculo entero,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">o todos los crepúsculos a que alcance la vida,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">si tardas en decirme la palabra que espero.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Fatigaré tu oído de preces y sollozos,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">lamiendo, lebrel tímido, los bordes de tu manto,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">y ni pueden huirme tus ojos amorosos</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">ni esquivar tu pie el riego caliente de mi llanto.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">¡Di el perdón, dilo al fin! Va a esparcir en el viento</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">la palabra el perfume, de cien pomos de olores</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">al vaciarse; toda agua será deslumbramiento;</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">el yermo echará flor y el guijarro esplendores.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Se mojarán los ojos oscuros de las fieras,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">y, comprendiendo, el monte que de piedra forjaste</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">llorará por los párpados blancos de sus neveras:</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">¡toda la tierra tuya sabrá que perdonaste!</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"><strong>Gabriela Mistral.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-2365378887267102666?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-90347243962706295192008-11-09T17:35:00.000-04:302008-11-09T17:38:06.470-04:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SRdfEP0rFnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/LgsrLwZlGFA/s1600-h/Margaritas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266782815804659314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 466px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SRdfEP0rFnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/LgsrLwZlGFA/s400/Margaritas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-9034724396270629519?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-7291294927053167302008-11-02T19:16:00.002-04:302008-11-02T19:22:01.453-04:30<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"><strong>He visto la cara de la muerte muy de cerca,<br />var<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">i</span>as veces me he sentado junto a ella<br />y en un silencio absoluto hemos conversado<br />de aquella que llaman vida y que<br />como una fábula muchos anhelan conocer,<br />y la muerte llora desencantada porque<br />muchos le huyen,<br />cuando ella lo único que quiere<br />es acabar con tanta soledad…</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-729129492705316730?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-86724602491601871452008-10-27T19:37:00.002-04:302008-10-27T19:48:33.879-04:30<p align="left"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SQZYPKuBGSI/AAAAAAAAARs/nMq_98jmQ94/s1600-h/Espejo_Picasso.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261990232227649826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SQZYPKuBGSI/AAAAAAAAARs/nMq_98jmQ94/s320/Espejo_Picasso.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">Vivo como en un circo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">donde al entrar a la sala de los espejos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">ves en cada uno un</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">reflejo diferente,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">algunas veces me parecen</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">distorsiones</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">pero cuando miro de nuevo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">logro reconocer en todos ellos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">el mismo rostro con</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">mirada triste y</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">sonrisa desdibujada...<br /></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-8672460249160187145?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-24452396457358538922008-10-20T21:45:00.002-04:302008-10-20T21:49:51.810-04:30<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff66;">Amanezco cada día </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff66;">vestida sólo </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff66;">con tú aroma en mi piel,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff66;">tu sonrisa plena,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff66;">el resplandor de tu mirada</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff66;">y la calidez de tus abrazos...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-2445239645735853892?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-38164507910695352182008-10-10T09:33:00.003-04:302008-10-10T10:17:26.426-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SO9ql5GcMsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4aAlr6onfX8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255536489380197058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SO9ql5GcMsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4aAlr6onfX8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><em>Creo que algo pasa en el ambiente</em></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">o mis ojos me están fallando, pues</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">mis nubes grises se han tornado</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">en color <strong>ROSA...</strong></span> </span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-3816450791069535218?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-67214636899959099732008-10-03T13:35:00.004-04:302008-10-03T13:53:04.210-04:30<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>Estoy de regreso, después de un mes en el que he podido disfrutar de nuevo del calor del hogar, </em></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>he aprendido que ese hogar no tiene lugar físico, que sólo está en nuestros corazones,</em></span> <span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>en nuestros recuerdos y anhelos de niñez. </em></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>Que a pesar del tiempo sigue estando allí, en ese lugar donde guardamos lo más atesorado y que en cualquier momento podemos volver a él.</em></span> </div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>Sabía que regresaba a mi hogar físico, que volvería al lugar que he habitado por tanto tiempo,</em></span> <span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>pero descubrí que hay un nuevo hogar que me ha acogido como el primero, que se ha convertido en parte de un todo y del que quiero seguir disfrutando, la paz y calidez que me ha ofrecido.</em></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6721463689995909973?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-68139803614657609582008-08-29T11:10:00.002-04:302008-08-29T11:32:05.078-04:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;">Me voy con mi maleta cargada de sueños,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;">un corazón lleno de esperanzas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;">y con mis utopías en alza</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;">a recorrer un mundo de imaginación...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SLgbQ3PFgPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5V2RX6gFHIE/s1600-h/12044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239968142964654322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SLgbQ3PFgPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5V2RX6gFHIE/s320/12044.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SLgY10lM7nI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/M6HlXlUDe40/s1600-h/viajera.jpg"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SLgYwcU21FI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GRjL9--Less/s1600-h/viajera.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6813980361465760958?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-2322888712369529342008-08-11T20:06:00.006-04:302008-08-11T20:45:04.608-04:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SKDeekYGpjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MGE1PINJvFY/s1600-h/a.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233427383746733618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="331" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SKDeekYGpjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MGE1PINJvFY/s320/a.jpg" width="230" border="0" /></span></a> <div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;">Parece extraño el efecto que tienen las plantas en lo seres humanos. En un intento por mejorar la atmósfera del trabajo, una de las compañeras decidió comprar una planta para cada escritorio, al principio todos nos sentimos indiferentes al hecho de ver en nuestros espacios de trabajo una planta, incluso pensamos que era una carga extra para ella dedicarse a regarlas, pues no pensabamos destinar parte de nuestro tiempo a eso, pero poco a poco todos nos fuimos involucrando con la planta y sobre todo con las esferas de gel que sustituyen la arena, pues resulta curioso ver como rebasan los globos de cristal que sirven como macetas cuando se riegan, cada uno ostenta un color y ahora todos estamos pendientes del cuido de las plantitas, incluso los fines de semana tomamos previsiones para que las esferas se mantengan cubriendo las raices de nuestra planta. </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;">Ahora ella me ofrece momentos de relax con sólo contemplarla...</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"><em>"La naturaleza es un espectáculo que se desarrolla frente al hombre" Aristóteles.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-232288871236952934?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-50383121231770276852008-07-31T09:46:00.003-04:302008-07-31T10:05:51.517-04:30<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#996633;"></span></em><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#996633;">He pasado meses clamando por justicia,</span></em></div><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">pensando que de ese modo mis fantasmas</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">se calmarán...</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">He visto la justicia llegar</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">y sólo he encontrado más pesar,</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">si es cierto, parte de mi se</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">siente liberado,</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">pero otra parte siente que</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">sigo igual, porque hay algo</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">que la justicia no podrá hacer,</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">devolverlo con vida...</span></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5038312123177027685?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-58801843750368834662008-07-21T21:44:00.005-04:302008-07-21T21:54:38.691-04:30<em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Tus manos mujer<br />no sé que puedan tener tus manos<br />pero tus manos…<br />tus manos se quedaron mucho rato en mis manos<br />en especial la suavidad de tus manos<br />cuántos años tienen tus manos<br />trece<br />catorce<br />dieciséis años tienen tus manos<br />qué territorios conocen tus manos<br />que manantiales de agua fresca<br />no fría<br />si no fresca<br />en qué volcanes se han bañado tus manos<br />y en las playas de que pieles han dormido tus manos<br />acaso tus manos son aquellas que se quedaron a dormir en mi piel<br />desde Mérida al resto del tiempo<br />o son las misma que en la escuela descubrieron mis formas<br />nuevas hasta para mí mismo<br />no me digas que tus manos son aquellas<br />las que estaban bajo mis sábanas<br />esperando mi sudor<br />después de un día de andar<br />y andar<br />y andar<br />desesperado por llegar a vos<br />no serán tus manos las de la campesina<br />que después de un día de siembra y ordeño<br />llegaron a mi boca inundada de vino<br />para sentir que eran manos de mujer<br />tal vez tus manos son aquellas<br />que tomaron las mías para matar el miedo de la Montaña Rusa<br />o que a la orilla de aquel río adolescente<br />me dijeron las primeras caricias de amor de mi vida<br />será que tus manos son las mismas<br />que me preguntaron si ya<br />cuando ni idea tenía de cuando era ya en el cuerpo de una mujer<br />será que me puedas prestar tus manos para saludarte de nuevo<br />y después usarlas como ropa por muchos días<br />será que me dejas pensarlas el resto de mis calores<br />o cuando los humos sagrados de mis cafés y cigarrillos<br />me lleve al encuentro de mis pensamientos con tus manos<br />ah tus manos mujer<br />se quedaron después de mi noche Capirugente<br />a dormir por otras noches en mi almohada<br />que es como decir<br />mi mente…</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Gracias a </span></em><a href="http://www.alexiscabezaspoesia.blogspot.com/"><em><span style="color:#66cccc;">Alexis</span></em></a><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"> por este poema...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5880184375036883466?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-37815168000557321072008-07-10T11:06:00.003-04:302008-07-10T11:29:31.455-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SHYxtIfIARI/AAAAAAAAALg/1DGO86fCerI/s1600-h/20070930224409-camino.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221415469424574738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SHYxtIfIARI/AAAAAAAAALg/1DGO86fCerI/s320/20070930224409-camino.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">Mi alma transita</span></strong></em></div><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">por el camino de la vida,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">acompañada </span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">por un cuerpo sin voluntad </span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">y una sombra devoradora.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">En su andar encuentra</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">verjas sin par</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">algunas cerradas,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">otras abiertas que </span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">sólo dejan entrever </span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">rayos de luz</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">tan efímeros como</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">el latir agonizante</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;">del corazón.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-3781516800055732107?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-56013453189660717612008-07-01T20:00:00.004-04:302008-07-01T20:13:30.881-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SGrOlTEu1qI/AAAAAAAAALY/SL29XOar0zI/s1600-h/guantes+colgadosAlberto+Heras.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218210258432743074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SGrOlTEu1qI/AAAAAAAAALY/SL29XOar0zI/s320/guantes+colgadosAlberto+Heras.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><br /></span></strong></em><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">En un cuadrilátero </span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">de luces cegadoras</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">enfrenté mis miedos,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">allí espectante aguardo</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">al contrincante,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">entre la multitud que grita</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">un silencio me ensordece,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">sólo logro sentir gotas de sudor</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">por mi frente y</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">un golpe certero me tumba,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">allí con mi rostro húmedo</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">sobre el piso, </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">corre mi sangre,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">pierdo la pelea,</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">cuelgo los guantes...</span></strong></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5601345318966071761?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-66976351907981404782008-06-23T20:05:00.006-04:302008-06-23T20:17:23.531-04:30<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SGBCjbDBakI/AAAAAAAAALQ/EEbEa3-ru3o/s1600-h/la-ventana.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215241544818321986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SGBCjbDBakI/AAAAAAAAALQ/EEbEa3-ru3o/s320/la-ventana.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SGBCB5noSDI/AAAAAAAAALI/Jz-3UFXh0CU/s1600-h/la-ventana.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Desde el gris que me invade,</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">contemplo a través de la ventana</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">un mundo lleno de <span style="color:#ff0000;">c</span>o<span style="color:#ffff00;">l</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">o</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">r</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">e</span><span style="color:#000099;">s</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">.</span>.<span style="color:#ffff33;">.</span></span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6697635190798140478?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-11728749313479224122008-06-13T22:39:00.004-04:302008-06-16T21:32:15.329-04:30<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">Hoy libo del néctar<br />que tantas noches compartimos<br />entre tertulias, risas y lágrimas.<br />Mientras el tiempo transcurría silente,<br />y atento de las remembranzas<br />de dos vidas que caminaron juntas<br />durante mucho tiempo sin mirarse,<br />pero que al final del camino<br />se vieron por primera vez<br />y pensaron que era su propio reflejo.<br />Levanto mi copa de nuevo<br />para celebrar por lo vivido<br />y llorar por la ausencia<br />de aquellos ojos de miel.</span> </strong></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-1172874931347922412?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-68459385296319436082008-06-08T10:32:00.000-04:302008-06-08T10:34:14.104-04:30<em><span style="color:#666666;">Aniquilamiento, mi aniquilamiento, mi conocimiento de mí mismo y mi desafío:<br />Tú me has mostrado que aún soy joven y de pies ligeros<br />Y a no permitir que me engañen laureles vanos.<br />Y en ti he hallado el placer de estar solo<br />Y la alegría de ser apartado y despreciado.<br />Aniquilamiento, mi aniquilamiento, mi fulgurante espada y mi escudo:<br />En tus ojos he leído<br />Que ser coronado es ser esclavizado,<br />Y que ser discernido es ser derribado,<br />Y que ser apresado es lograr la propia madurez.<br />Y como un fruto maduro, caer y ser objeto de consumo.<br />Aniquilamiento, mi aniquilamiento, mi audaz compañero:<br />Escucharás mis cantos, mis gritos y silencios<br />Y nadie más que tú me hablará del mover de las alas,<br />De la violencia de los mares<br />Y de las montañas que arden en la noche,<br />Y sólo tú ascenderás a mi inclinada y rocosa alma.<br />Aniquilamiento, mi aniquilamiento, mi valor indómito e inmortal,<br />Tú y yo reiremos juntos con la tormenta.<br />Y juntos excavaremos tumbas para todo lo que muere en nosotros,<br />Y hemos de levantarnos al sol, como una sola voluntad,<br />Y seremos temibles.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#666666;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#666666;"></span></em><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#666666;">Gibran J. Gibran</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6845938529631943608?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-27647467504778198292008-05-30T16:28:00.000-04:302008-05-30T16:30:37.105-04:30<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SEBqqSameRI/AAAAAAAAALA/XzSRHlz16s0/s1600-h/Staglieno_Boschetto_28web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206278443970754834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SEBqqSameRI/AAAAAAAAALA/XzSRHlz16s0/s320/Staglieno_Boschetto_28web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc9933;">Con tu partida<br />se fue mi alma<br />detrás de ti<br />Y sólo me quedó<br />un corazón cansado<br />de tanto latir y un cuerpo<br />ávido de tu calor.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-2764746750477819829?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-54246362336764339742008-05-23T19:26:00.006-04:302008-05-25T18:22:01.429-04:30<em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">Hoy no puedo más,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">la ansiedad me acosa como mi sombra,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">me he mantenido contando los días,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">como un alcohólico en recuperación</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">tratando de que cada día que pase</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">sea un triunfo, </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">sea un día en que </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">vivo convenciéndome de que ya no estarás</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">pero hoy no puedo más...</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">He de huir de mis propios sentimientos,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">poner montañas y ríos de por medio,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">no tener excusa para dejarte entrar de nuevo</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">lo admito, </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">eres mi gran debilidad.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">La firmeza siempre me acompaña</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;">pero ella también huye cuando te acercas...</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-5424636233676433974?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994013281840808057.post-65474111544642775922008-05-19T19:12:00.007-04:302008-05-21T21:17:59.919-04:30<div align="center"> <em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Lleno mi cama de almohadones</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"></span></em></strong><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">esperando que llenen</span></strong></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">el espacio dejado por tu cuerpo.</span></strong></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202239889843240402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yBs3_nXXfEo/SDIRnf55PdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TRUxWZiamRM/s320/dormir.jpg" border="0" /></p><p> </p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;">Hace unos días alguien me preguntó: </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;">¿Con cuantas almohadas duermes? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;">Con dos respondí, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;">luego me dijo:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;">Mientras no compartas tu cama,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;">irás llenándola poco a poco</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;">con más almohadas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;">¿Y tú con cuantas duermes? </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994013281840808057-6547411154464277592?l=la-aurora-de-mi-alma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maybehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791681917704010973noreply@blogger.com14