tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60816481133353113872024-02-20T18:25:14.165-08:00ISLA NEGRACOMO UN SIMPLE Y HUMILDE HOMENJE AL GIGANTE CHILENO PABLO NERUDA. ISLA NEGRA FUERA UNA DE SUS GRANDES FUENTES DE INSPIRACIÓN Y VIDA.wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-45659425616174083492011-08-16T21:13:00.000-07:002011-08-19T06:23:15.738-07:00DEJAME MUJER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzUeqa3CLvhEinfYgPoh7OTgEwtanOOYFDN2V0tjuunZ5YyJYwW1ENrBVpro8jfZ0U7SQp8fTMlrO5up6DoNHg5vA8TA3lZSMLd1Vor26kpW10o0tLV6-GKsbBCW-6j78bZ5hRHoTYJMtz/s1600/imagesCACQUQ18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzUeqa3CLvhEinfYgPoh7OTgEwtanOOYFDN2V0tjuunZ5YyJYwW1ENrBVpro8jfZ0U7SQp8fTMlrO5up6DoNHg5vA8TA3lZSMLd1Vor26kpW10o0tLV6-GKsbBCW-6j78bZ5hRHoTYJMtz/s1600/imagesCACQUQ18.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">DEJAME MUJER</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">déjame que te muerda los labios</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y respire ese aroma en tus sienes.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">con el perfume de tu cuello delire</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y envuelva mis dedos en tus pelos.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">para que mis caricias sientas.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">déja que me enloquezca mil veces</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">resucitando las yemas de tus dedos</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">con el calor mojado de mi sexo.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">déjame<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>viciarte con la locura de mis besos.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">déjame, no intentes resistir cariño; </span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">porque con los deseos que te tengo</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y el amor que siento, te are vivir la vida.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">déjame mujer…si ya te sabes toda mía.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y lo que callada me entregas en las noches</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">me lo dices con tus palabras en el día.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">lille<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</div>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-61149547003306022812011-08-16T21:04:00.000-07:002011-08-16T21:04:59.816-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5XU2sI5nU7Cfc1T_PgxwpLNicXOr9BAM91oGKmcyZ1XHGbJAoV0aETC4GGmabkJbHQSXrG5DJewwWb9lmbNrdQS80kYzOOrtNVXqQrytbTNctRH42SRmPuaRZAxtag3IpY0SYGYROmlG/s1600/imagesCASCMD2G.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5XU2sI5nU7Cfc1T_PgxwpLNicXOr9BAM91oGKmcyZ1XHGbJAoV0aETC4GGmabkJbHQSXrG5DJewwWb9lmbNrdQS80kYzOOrtNVXqQrytbTNctRH42SRmPuaRZAxtag3IpY0SYGYROmlG/s1600/imagesCASCMD2G.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">LOCURA DE AMOR ES ESTE<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">¡que loca eres! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">no hay un momento de ti que pueda ser previsible.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">¡que lindamente loca eres!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que me envuelves<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>y sin control me enloqueces,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">porque sabes que me necesitas <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y que incondicionalmente me tienes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">¿que locura es esta?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que yo nunca en mi vida la tuve<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y sin esa tu locura, mi corazón,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>al vivir sufre.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ella<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>me ha dado el sentido y ahora me sostiene.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">¡que loca<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>eres! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y solo así…loca, es<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>que noche a noche te sueño<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>amándote me tienes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lille<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-77742169531679229962011-08-16T20:59:00.000-07:002011-08-16T20:59:25.151-07:00ATREVIDA DUEÑA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ12IYh3Y4-6HyALVCv6xmppDIZFlEgFMvhYg8qct4faQ3QJx9_6RZE0gC0Sl4SkeCg7VwLpGThMwCOk70ICieryKgtQF_S3BxbomzIZDhEA8G_MlMTZMHJyry2Z3QNbtDC8rTMgA6kBkV/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ12IYh3Y4-6HyALVCv6xmppDIZFlEgFMvhYg8qct4faQ3QJx9_6RZE0gC0Sl4SkeCg7VwLpGThMwCOk70ICieryKgtQF_S3BxbomzIZDhEA8G_MlMTZMHJyry2Z3QNbtDC8rTMgA6kBkV/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">ATREVIDA DUEÑA<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">en cada momento que te toco y te erizas,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que Tu piel me agarra entre sus poros<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y siento en mis pelos tus pelos moros <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y tu rostro me brinda de regalo esa sonrisa<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">que pasa suave y fresca como una briza <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">juguetona y infantil<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>por mi rostro…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">siento mis sienes golpeando<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>en latidos<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">y disparar mi arisco corazón sin control<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">al tenerte, atrevida dueña, encajada en mi,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">en cada noche que<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>te brindas y me das tu amor<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lille/2011<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-7390192839550351942011-04-27T00:50:00.000-07:002011-04-27T00:50:05.727-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBbvyewPvAhtTgwS38ps0zX9KDZRmn9ZArACy32PTffG49GEiijXNkvdu57qTZopiptYk7hCLs3skDFU7G_LCtI2cZvjm6Bm2tDfkkJcPlvHfrF9XxtUngk5aPY_7wKeVQNNhYSB6r53Q/s1600/thumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBbvyewPvAhtTgwS38ps0zX9KDZRmn9ZArACy32PTffG49GEiijXNkvdu57qTZopiptYk7hCLs3skDFU7G_LCtI2cZvjm6Bm2tDfkkJcPlvHfrF9XxtUngk5aPY_7wKeVQNNhYSB6r53Q/s1600/thumbnail.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Obscura y solitaria</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se encendió en tus ojos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">El fuego de tu cuerpo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Contagió mi cuerpo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Y nos incendiamos </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">En las llamas de este fuego</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">tu boca en cascada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">inundó mi boca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">sedienta y sola</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">así la sed se fue apagando</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y los sueños</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">a dos, se van soñando;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">de pies descalzos </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">el camino escarpado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">lo transitamos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">tu y yo, juntos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">a espera que el destino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">caprichoso, diga hasta cuando… </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">LILLE</span></div>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-18533534009977357822011-03-30T11:43:00.000-07:002011-03-30T11:43:15.830-07:00SOBREVIVIRÉ…SIEMPRE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifEgU6wywGiCcxwZW4ARTuYnfekANT3mSrFGE70pDfSm26hA6MBPthNndzy9xwFk_-9YcvCgUvkVMVuWIgyyMQmjNubRkCcPv_YvsnXtcuSRqZC_3aCKM1T3ifvLCmgJLY0x-gLU5YJZ_/s1600/thumbnailCAHJY3XM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifEgU6wywGiCcxwZW4ARTuYnfekANT3mSrFGE70pDfSm26hA6MBPthNndzy9xwFk_-9YcvCgUvkVMVuWIgyyMQmjNubRkCcPv_YvsnXtcuSRqZC_3aCKM1T3ifvLCmgJLY0x-gLU5YJZ_/s1600/thumbnailCAHJY3XM.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">yo sobreviviré….sin dudas sobreviviré</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">por lo que he dicho y hecho,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">los crasos errores y aciertos;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">por la música y por la danza;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">mi solidaridad incondicional</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">por mi lucha y mis ideales</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">defendidos a cualquier precio;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">por los traumas recibidos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">y los que duramente he infringido,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">por haber amado intensamente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">por no haber cumplido mis sueños</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">por mis hijos que son mis raíces</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">y las raíces de mis hijos, mi posteridad</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">los que tendrán que tener por mi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">el cariño necesario para perdonar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-62777307159091429502011-03-13T18:30:00.000-07:002011-03-13T18:30:00.001-07:00SOLEDAD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2O1gQkDeHRsONe7qpL0EusU4HPzzaIWr98iP5dl-F5sdakY5Q0upJ3fIlDi6RxIs_w8wvRPz28XyAUXNQ6WRdo_5mU7vMMPtxjvwt04xssQl3jeoNBwK-N7DzWd0rTXPdhyphenhyphenKnlgwjhZRR/s1600/thumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2O1gQkDeHRsONe7qpL0EusU4HPzzaIWr98iP5dl-F5sdakY5Q0upJ3fIlDi6RxIs_w8wvRPz28XyAUXNQ6WRdo_5mU7vMMPtxjvwt04xssQl3jeoNBwK-N7DzWd0rTXPdhyphenhyphenKnlgwjhZRR/s400/thumbnail.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que soledad esta que se anida en mis poros;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que corre en mis venas;</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que altera mis latidos; </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que atraviesa el tiempo;</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que destruye mis sueños.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que obcecada soledad es esta;</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que me ahoga…</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Y no llora conmigo.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><strong>LA GITANA</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">a mi frente una enorme y colorida pollera,</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">cubriendo los pies, se zarandeaba quebrando</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">las estrechas y bellas femeninas caderas e</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">un largo renegrido cabello, de pies descalzos,</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">hoya de cobre en mano, pulseras en los brazos </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">y al girar su cabeza, a los lados, grandes aros lleva,</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">brillantes dorados colgando de sus orejas.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">como una sensacional estrella del escenario</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">llenaba, totalmente con su andar la vereda</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">su gracia, su donaire, que está metido en sus genes</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">llama la atención hasta a sus iguales, las mujeres</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Preguntándose:</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">De donde sacó esa gracia la gitana Dolores </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Con su turbante florido y su sonrisa de oro?</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">- “ te adivino la suerte lindo?</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Déjame ver la palma así te digo tu futuro destino</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Que en las líneas de tu mano está escrito. “-</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">No vi su mano ni oí lo que me decía sonriendo </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">vi coloridos collares en su cuello moreno,</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">su blusa multicolor dejaba insinuar sus senos</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">la nariz aguileña y sus bellos ojos verdes…</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">como negarle mi mano a ese ejemplar moreno.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">lleva una rumba en el zarandear del cuerpo, </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">en los dedos de sus manos el repiquetear de Triana</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">un eterno destino de violines, oro, cobre </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">guitarras, acordeones, lamentos flamencos, celos</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">de su tribu - que nunca le permitirá otro amor-</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">a no ser el que desde niña le destino su pueblo.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">que navega sin anclas, libre, por el mundo entero</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">te soñé, un sueño que nunca debía haber soñado.</span></strong></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><strong></strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y a ti te enseñe a soñar… </span></strong></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><strong></strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">ya que nunca habías soñado;</span></strong></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><strong></strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">caminamos juntos un largo camino,</span></strong></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><strong></strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que nunca debíamos haber caminado.</span></strong></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><strong></strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">nos amamos sin entender porque…</span></strong></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><strong></strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">te perdí...</span></strong></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><strong></strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y me quedé solo!</span></strong></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><strong></strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y sin culpa te dejé sola.</span></strong></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><strong></strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">fue el castigo por haber herrado.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">QUE ME GUIÑA UN OJO CUANDO LA MIRO</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Y ME SONRIE CUANDO PASAS.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ELLA SABE DE MIS SECRETOS</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Y ME DA UNA MANDOLINA PARA HACERTE SONETOS.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">VISTIENDO SU VESTIDO BLANCO, DE NOVIA,</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Y SE PONE UN ANILLO DE LLUVIA EN EL DEDO.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Y ME MUESTRA ENTRE LUZ Y SOMBRA</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">QUE TU CUERPO ONDULADO BAJA Y SUBE.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Y TU PERFUME DE FLORES Y TU PELO CASTAÑO</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ME ENLOQUECEN, POR NO TENERLOS ME HACEN DAÑO</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ME DICE QUE EN SECRETO ME QUIERES</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ME QUIERES MUCHO, POQUITO…O NADA.</span></strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>EL MAR </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>que tristeza siente el mar…</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>que tristeza!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>en todas las márgenes la busca</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>va y viene, viene y va…</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>que tristeza siente el mar!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>la busca sin cesar y no la encuentra.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>a su espera se viste de azul intenso</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>y esperanzado se va a encontrarla </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>a ensenadas, bahías y puertos.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>la luna le inspira versos, </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>el cielo de manto negro</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>intenta darle consuelo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>salpicándose de infinidad de estrellas.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>los delfines le hacen fiesta</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>en una rueda de piruetas…</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>el mar esta solitario…, no la encuentra.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>con grandes olas golpea… indignado,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>sin cesar, contra las duras piedras</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>transformándose en blanca espuma…</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>y la tristeza del mar se viste de densa bruma.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>la tierra con su antiguo amor…por él</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>lo espera, lo espera y lo espera</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>el viene la besa y va en busca de una quimera.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>que tristeza tiene el mar</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>es una tristeza eterna…sin fin…. profunda.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Lille/2010 </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></strong></span></div>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-85139273413117471172010-12-30T05:46:00.000-08:002010-12-30T05:46:52.392-08:00QUANDO...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJU-B20PQ1-m0xnsnKenAiCzJ3EJXfUwm-bJER5ibfdBe2jMPp0PiAzOyiBAdnOysSEQsNw4GS86R0hi19ukaRGQiXtjdo5fCrh1AWuvy3p6MtixEeLmm4daqV5th3_pLYtwGgjWBMfbA/s1600/628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJU-B20PQ1-m0xnsnKenAiCzJ3EJXfUwm-bJER5ibfdBe2jMPp0PiAzOyiBAdnOysSEQsNw4GS86R0hi19ukaRGQiXtjdo5fCrh1AWuvy3p6MtixEeLmm4daqV5th3_pLYtwGgjWBMfbA/s320/628.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><span style="color: blue;"><strong>QUANDO TE SINTAS NOSTALGICA</strong></span> <br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>E O PERFUME DE MEU CORPO RENASSA NA TUA MEMORIA;</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>QUANDO A TUA MENTE SE SINTA CHEIA DE MIM</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>E REPLETA DE ANSIEDADE ME PROCURES;</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>QUANDO SINTAS A DOR CARNAL DA MINHA FALTA</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>E TEUS OLHOS SEJAM INVADIDOS DE ORVALHOS DAS LEMBRANZAS;</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>QUANDO TEU CORAÇÃO SE DISPARE</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Y SINTAS A SESAÇÃO DE ESTAR TOTALMENTE TOMADA POR MIM;</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>QUANDO O PRANTO SEJA INEVITAVEL</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>TODO MEU SER ESTARÁ TOMADO DAS LEMBRANÇAS QUE ME DEICHASTE</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>PORQUE NOSSOS SENTIMENTOS SÃO INDISOLUVEIS</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>E JÁ NUNCA MAIS EXISTIRÁM DISTANCIAS QUE A NOS SEPARE.</strong></span><br />
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<div align="center"></div>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-67907405559806195382010-12-27T10:49:00.000-08:002010-12-27T10:49:48.099-08:00Sobre gelo e sentimentos...! | minhas vidas#comment-form#comment-form#comment-form#comment-form<a href="http://avassaladora-minhasvidas.blogspot.com/2010/12/sobre-gelo-e-sentimentos.html#comment-form">Sobre gelo e sentimentos...! minhas vidas#comment-form#comment-form#comment-form#comment-form</a>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-16454186498864943212010-12-11T18:31:00.001-08:002010-12-11T18:35:24.435-08:00CUANDO AMOR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhdmZB7Ki1bQD8GNw022MrBvoGoah-BNenJZBE8MFeKqgXHNO2MscLoIxAhS6J4NKPNkteUIwbGSyH9YoewxrwGrvYiubzqtm9jQXX6MByBprFfYQuZPyyP3hBHZqCzDUDCfj2V8PuKiY/s1600/ancash_over.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="267" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhdmZB7Ki1bQD8GNw022MrBvoGoah-BNenJZBE8MFeKqgXHNO2MscLoIxAhS6J4NKPNkteUIwbGSyH9YoewxrwGrvYiubzqtm9jQXX6MByBprFfYQuZPyyP3hBHZqCzDUDCfj2V8PuKiY/s400/ancash_over.jpg" width="400" /></span></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>CUANDO AMOR</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Cuando me muestras la cordillera nácar de tu boca</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>sangrante encarnada por tus labios rosa;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Cuando acaricias mis oídos frágiles a tu decir de loca</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>balbuceando frases inconexas roncas;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Cuando te acurrucas buscando las paredes de mí pecho</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>que te anida en un repique rítmico;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Cuando escarbas con tus largos dedos mis cabellos lacios</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>y tus manos se adueñan de mi erizado cuello;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Cuando me buscas y rebuscas en mi vientre con tu vientre</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>que sabe hablar ese provocativo lenguaje;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Cuando me entro puerta adentro en tus sagrados dominios</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>y me lo permites porque los sabes míos;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Cuando tu y yo repetimos palabras bellas o nada sociales</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>para hacer brotar nuestros manantiales;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Los dos sabemos, porque viene de lejos, cuanto nos amamos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>y enroscados nos vamos al universo.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong>Lille/2010 </strong></span></div>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-23598218209414928802010-12-03T16:59:00.000-08:002010-12-12T06:04:01.260-08:00ENCUENTRO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1rFZG_pxnDwd-QIRD_7oxUB2Xn2hS_wWy-3paUp8DT3pbuMdri3uGwVxMJbSrsGqOboPNXU4U3bksANieNWLEVPpMIvzx3PILEkmxVt6eblGn6dEiG6sjuGuXIOZWgCJiGopOvTPmOLVk/s1600/imagesCAJDQ452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1rFZG_pxnDwd-QIRD_7oxUB2Xn2hS_wWy-3paUp8DT3pbuMdri3uGwVxMJbSrsGqOboPNXU4U3bksANieNWLEVPpMIvzx3PILEkmxVt6eblGn6dEiG6sjuGuXIOZWgCJiGopOvTPmOLVk/s1600/imagesCAJDQ452.jpg" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">ENCUENTRO</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">Hoy vi tu simpatía espontanea abrirse en la ventana de tu rostro</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">y como un potro rebelde, indómito tu sonrisa contagiar tus ojos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">Tu voz ondular en mis oídos como una sinfonía armónica lúdica;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">acelerar mi corazón al contacto, en mis manos, de tu cuerpo libre;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">yo no sabía que existías así como una obra de inspiración artística</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">o que mis sentimientos fueran capaces de crearte para mis sueños.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">para mi, únicamente, sin compartir con nadie la magia de tu encuentro.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">Hoy te vi y te miré sin miedo como queriendo solo para mí el sueño</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">y te oculté encerrándote en la pompa de mi egoísmo de macho dueño;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">pero la vida me enseñó a tener cuidado con la libertad que se dice ajena</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">que como un pájaro bate sus alas y rompe el viento para escalar espacios.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">Por eso te agradezco esa sonrisa abierta y te pido me dejes mirarme</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;">dentro, en el espejo de tus ojos, donde tu alma, a la espera de mi encuentro.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #bf9000;"></span></span></div>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-17004240878219556362010-11-09T07:25:00.000-08:002010-11-09T07:25:32.911-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpzW4675AKb0IGT-9WJ7Lm3Ut4ZERHFG4lDYxMxKva9mrEOFFI0JMFJJ78vfSu1XasPTA0KMfnXZQQcs7QZWTAASBdECupLkSy7Snm21wDzyGOfMJwTsNbDKte2tKj6NROCv_XR9kL2vui/s1600/thumbnailCAPI5SEZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpzW4675AKb0IGT-9WJ7Lm3Ut4ZERHFG4lDYxMxKva9mrEOFFI0JMFJJ78vfSu1XasPTA0KMfnXZQQcs7QZWTAASBdECupLkSy7Snm21wDzyGOfMJwTsNbDKte2tKj6NROCv_XR9kL2vui/s1600/thumbnailCAPI5SEZ.jpg" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La brisa llegó suave persistente y me llevó…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aunque quisiera no podría resistirme.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La brisa llegó con su suave y inocente fuerza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y me llevó a fluctuar en su corriente.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me sentía pesado, cargado por dentro;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">me sentía sucio estúpidamente sucio;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">me sentía triste, solitario, insoportablemente vil.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La brisa vino sin avisar y con ella me llevó.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Por momentos fluctúo como una pluma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y la ansiedad, sin brújula, me deja sin rumbo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se desdibuja en mi lo que fue un gran pasado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y mi imagen en el espejo se vá borrando</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Los arrugados dolores escondidos en mi alma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">afloran a cada tiempo y siempre están acosando.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Los transfiero, con mi viejo egoísmo, pero no paran;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">se agrandan, ahondan, se hacen heridas profundas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y por más que insisto no consigo apagarlas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">La brisa llegó sin avisar e me llevó a la nada.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-70301953830636318202010-10-13T13:32:00.000-07:002010-10-13T13:32:24.041-07:00A TI MADRE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqYtPyP_O2KYwz24qyBWTtJ9QDPAZKIyGXTKO3ez9XBt35hX54csrdnV5rBqMgIRITOFAu3h_cimXTo2EwZ73ATdrbySVQTprmI9ik9usK5FK9xjRgchkWFmVw34o1RbiuqvdXVJlmx6B/s1600/IMG021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqYtPyP_O2KYwz24qyBWTtJ9QDPAZKIyGXTKO3ez9XBt35hX54csrdnV5rBqMgIRITOFAu3h_cimXTo2EwZ73ATdrbySVQTprmI9ik9usK5FK9xjRgchkWFmVw34o1RbiuqvdXVJlmx6B/s320/IMG021.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>A TI MADRE</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>es así:</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>como el silbido atemorizante de los vientos huracanados;</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>como esa fuerza de protesto, indignada que sale de dentro;</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>como en las rocas inertes el batir violento de las olas estrelladas;</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>como el amor desesperado que no encuentra a su alma perdida;</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>como el grito, incomparable, del orgasmo al expandirse en el aire;</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>como el dolor entrañable de los padres que entierran a su hijo;</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>como la nostalgia que crese, a cada hora, impiedosa a cada instante;</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>como todo esto, al haberte perdido, es la dimensión del dolor que siento;</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>es el dolor, que al irte a recorrer misteriosos senderos, dejaste conmigo,.</strong></span><br />
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<strong></strong>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-29933487994017169662010-10-11T14:32:00.000-07:002010-10-11T14:45:12.208-07:00ASI LO SIENTO...AMOR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27XRJ-Y3OBdNcOtJnhhye8wUbM-DHeJ24fASYR-RqUfMzt9Bje8YpQrYkfOrJd6z7fMXe84NgL4jGYW3BDSzOLoAevbmJJ8ZohpI0yeFnhO2-8Lu0Sfbx4qpm7coU6qnEjx_vFRld-b_c/s1600/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27XRJ-Y3OBdNcOtJnhhye8wUbM-DHeJ24fASYR-RqUfMzt9Bje8YpQrYkfOrJd6z7fMXe84NgL4jGYW3BDSzOLoAevbmJJ8ZohpI0yeFnhO2-8Lu0Sfbx4qpm7coU6qnEjx_vFRld-b_c/s320/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
NO EXITE LUGAR ADENTRO, ESTA TODO REPLETO, ESTA TODO COMPLETO.<br />
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NADA HA QUEDADO, ERES COMO UN TORNADO ENROSCANDO EL ALMA;<br />
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OCUPANDO ESPACIOS LLEVANDO TODO AL VACIO CON TU VIENTO.<br />
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ME MIRO EN TUS OJOS COMO SI FUERAN ESPEJOS, ME LLEVAS ADENTRO.<br />
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MOJAN TUS LÁGRIMAS COMO UNA LLUVIA INTENSA, QUE AHOGAN<br />
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Y ME VUELVES A LA VIDA LANZANDO EN MI ROSTRO EL HUMEDO ALIENTO<br />
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ME HABLAS EN SILENCIO, Y EL SON DE TU VOZ ES PLEGARIA , RESO<br />
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TE ENROSCAS SERPENTEANDO MI CUERPO, RESPIRAS AGITADA MI RESPIRO.<br />
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EN EL TRANSITAR POR LOS CAMINOS DE TU PIEL DE SUAVE INTENSO<br />
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SE ERISAN MIS POROS Y EN EL TORBELLINO DE MI MENTE ME PIERDO;<br />
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ME QUEMO EN TU VOLCAN Y ME ENFRIO EN LAS CARICIAS DE TUS SENOS… DONDE MATO EN TU BOCA LA SED… DE BESOS<br />
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AMOR. <br />
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LILLE/2010/MDEO.wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-50490856956595442592010-09-11T07:52:00.000-07:002010-09-11T07:52:35.902-07:00A ALMA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5CPnxbXyGFDWamCLn410vP55WskdxGXGfa4Y7M4_TCYRCl0GfVaSQJzm3ii-hpNgeRl5KyEHmhCqSTLMrKR5wOaW3YdCGOK1dFlXJjUm3djXqy1LfcU_N4v3-yAKpMV5GvFcu93W8JCB/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5CPnxbXyGFDWamCLn410vP55WskdxGXGfa4Y7M4_TCYRCl0GfVaSQJzm3ii-hpNgeRl5KyEHmhCqSTLMrKR5wOaW3YdCGOK1dFlXJjUm3djXqy1LfcU_N4v3-yAKpMV5GvFcu93W8JCB/s320/images.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">A ALMA</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Quando expira a vida se eleva a alma</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>e a embalagem de carne conquista a calma.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Liberta ela deambula desorientada pelo espaço</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>procurando inquieta outro regaço.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Como tantas outras são invisíveis, transparente,</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>porem, tem todas as condições que doa</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>ao embalagem material, que um dia qualquer,</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>a elipse da vida, sem opções, a ela acorrenta.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>E assim vai percorrendo senzalas, palácios,</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>sinagogas, desertos;sulcando caminhos.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Umas vezes fazendo o bem e outras,as mais,</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>sem perder a sua transpareça... fazendo o mal.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>A sua invisibilidade é determinante: é pura energia.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>É um alo de luz que transporta e adjudica a vida;</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>sem ela apenas somos água, matéria inerte,liga.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>A alma..., o espírito..., a mente.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Sempre, incansáveis procuramos a perfeição</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>e não nos conformamos com ser transparentes.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Por isso adjudicamos importância ao coração</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>e aprisionamos a vida, feita de instantes,</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>aos desígnios de seu filho dileto: ao amor;</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>que, fazendo justiça, devolve a alma </strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>seu direito natural das nossas vidas governar</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>e dar novos embalagens a outras almas,</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>procurando a sua alma gemia para acasalar</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>e que, libertas, andam pelo espaço a deambular.</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Lille/2010</span> </strong>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-72614556823500044972010-09-10T15:52:00.000-07:002010-09-10T15:52:43.520-07:00QUANDO JÁ NÃO FICA NADA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2d1j_mgWXCGBPXXkrk0PwWs25yEI0TvdpbhYlUp4TCgr3H4mffLmyXmHz-JAuAz30JV311LOVf7wfgHGd73bISxA5Ge0o0Df0yiY4ObYRG9g7saCkLogLOL-eCG236t_YEs5Y3ww9KDm/s1600/consolar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2d1j_mgWXCGBPXXkrk0PwWs25yEI0TvdpbhYlUp4TCgr3H4mffLmyXmHz-JAuAz30JV311LOVf7wfgHGd73bISxA5Ge0o0Df0yiY4ObYRG9g7saCkLogLOL-eCG236t_YEs5Y3ww9KDm/s320/consolar.jpg" width="289" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="background-color: orange; font-size: large;">QUANDO JÁ NÃO FICA NADA</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>é difícil esquecer a quem se ama;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>ou... uma flor desabrochada;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>nos olhos amados, uma lágrima;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>um beijo..., ou... </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>talvez... uma gargalhada,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>porem,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>que difícil é esquecer uma palavra de consolo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>quando já não fica nada.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Lille/2010</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-57195281914506482242010-08-15T09:10:00.000-07:002010-08-17T08:58:39.603-07:00TENGO FLORES PARA MIS AMORES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">• tengo un alma inquieta -</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">• tengo sueños para esta tierra -</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">• tengo deseos incompletos –</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">• tengo amores que son flores</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">e flores para mis amores. – </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">• tengo un destino a cumplir –</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">• la obligación inteligente de morir-</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">si es que morir se muere alguna vez;</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">porque las raíces se prenden, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">se expanden y el vinculo genético</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">se vuelve repetitivo, patético </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">de vidas…, revividas…, re - vividas .</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">quiero ser! y por mas que luche</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">y que nadie me escuche, mi grito</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">resuena entre sierras y montañas</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">y insistente como vuelo de boomerang</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">en cada tarde, en cada noche y mañana</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">vuelve a mis oídos en la almohada,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">amasada, en el trasnoche de mi cama.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">• tengo un alma inquieta –</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">• tengo un destino a cumplir –</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">• tengo la obligación de vivir -</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">y si mis sueños se interponen a otros sueños…</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">y si mi vida se cruza con otras vidas…</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">es así la vida que vale la pena ser vivida.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-72490705057042159502010-08-11T08:40:00.000-07:002010-08-11T08:42:47.840-07:00LOCURAS DE AMOR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqXqlcEh1C25hNCAMIf8X7WXfbi_eLrXwnyXSujmbcrXZ45sM6L_h8RyBbfudtF1TiO3pAVQ1BhrRCWfHzXZeHOmkV59IofLAbcdQ_yaD_cagBs2rhLYn85GVyJkhwnGBUquYsjaTSCLp/s1600/E008E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqXqlcEh1C25hNCAMIf8X7WXfbi_eLrXwnyXSujmbcrXZ45sM6L_h8RyBbfudtF1TiO3pAVQ1BhrRCWfHzXZeHOmkV59IofLAbcdQ_yaD_cagBs2rhLYn85GVyJkhwnGBUquYsjaTSCLp/s320/E008E.jpg" /></a></div><strong><span style="font-size: large;">LOCURAS DE AMOR</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">en mi rostro quedó adherido tu último aliento,</span></strong><br />
<strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">tu respiración inquieta buscando mis aromas</span></strong><br />
<strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">susurrándome cosas al oído, mordiéndome, loca;</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">con esa indescriptible dulzura de tus labios mojados.</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">en mi cuerpo quedaste estampada, hasta ahora</span></strong><br />
<strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">que el tiempo a transcurrido tomando distancia.</span></strong><br />
<strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">la nostalgia ocupo tu lugar, se adueño de mi,</span></strong><br />
<strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">me transformó en rehén de los recuerdos que dejaste</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">porque no tuviste ni consideración para llevarlos.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">mi alma , mi mente, mi cuerpo te pertenecen eternamente</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">y no me siento triste por esto, porque este amor </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">se anida en mi como el mejor de los recuerdos</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">arrancándome solitarias sonrisas de lo sucedido un día…</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">nuestras extravagantes, interminables locuras de amor.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Lille/2010</span></strong>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-87117101793696980112010-07-25T08:39:00.000-07:002010-07-25T08:39:40.046-07:00POREM<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvG8joWkyshNePpMOEsBexQnKIU99DkM1aAC8h86tfvPFEXB9RikalABXOoA_u9KSrfZmn_4mEdetK3NIFCLTyUelLibpsOn2BeUgm6xXhyphenhyphenlUYd0aRhma2xKkNItAS3MX3Okcq9Ri62WYQ/s1600/thumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvG8joWkyshNePpMOEsBexQnKIU99DkM1aAC8h86tfvPFEXB9RikalABXOoA_u9KSrfZmn_4mEdetK3NIFCLTyUelLibpsOn2BeUgm6xXhyphenhyphenlUYd0aRhma2xKkNItAS3MX3Okcq9Ri62WYQ/s320/thumbnail.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><strong>POREM...</strong></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">dizem que somos seres inteligentes;</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que voamos com a força das nossas assas;</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que a nossa mente é poderosa, única;</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que somos donos, construtores do nosso destino;</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">senhores proprietários das melhores virtudes.</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">porem...,</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">sofremos com a ferida profunda da solidão;</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">a dor do amor contrariado queima nossas penas;</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">o materialismo a nossas mentes acorrenta;</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">destruímos por instinto o nosso curto andar ;</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">e entre o bem e o mal é comum</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">escolher-mos o segundo caminho,</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">como qualquer outro animal, considerado, irracional.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Lille/2010wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-16629406051610298812010-07-17T17:54:00.000-07:002010-07-23T09:57:51.814-07:00NO ESTOY SOLO<div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-juRVeTdAJQFRHFfPtQJmgXkbyyArMz0cyJkuTdg3jg9KRfNabWraWUbUtvrcUFk_UyJ_swLhb910gvVu6hRDC10QlI02KB0dONfiQ6KgqObEVd0sOFTHFjsfY9a7GDz5qrDrVueigNV/s1600/Desert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-juRVeTdAJQFRHFfPtQJmgXkbyyArMz0cyJkuTdg3jg9KRfNabWraWUbUtvrcUFk_UyJ_swLhb910gvVu6hRDC10QlI02KB0dONfiQ6KgqObEVd0sOFTHFjsfY9a7GDz5qrDrVueigNV/s400/Desert.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">NO ESTOY SOLO</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>no estoy solo, apenas olvidado.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>me acompaña el frio, cruel y únicamente mío</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>que atraviesa la carne y llega a los huesos</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>donde el dolor es profundo, intenso.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>no estoy solo apenas con mi pasado.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>con mis pecados que un día ocurrieron</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>sin tiempo para el arrepentimiento.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>no estoy solo apenas con mi tristeza;</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>y en la memoria, que revive, rejuvenecen</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>un arcoíris de miradas que me miraron;</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>una sinfonía de voces que me nombraron</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>y que mi urgencia por vivir las dejó atrás.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>no estoy solo, no! estoy reviviendo</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>cada paso, cada instante</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>de ese mi instinto fuerte descontrolado</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>Insaciable, que me hizo un joven</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>cuando aún era un niño; un hombre</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>cuando apenas era un joven</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>y un viejo que no aprendió a amar.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>no estoy olvidado… estoy entrañablemente solo.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>porque los que me recuerdan…</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: orange; font-size: large;"><strong><em>no olvidan los pecados de mi egoísmo insaciable.</em></strong></span><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
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</div></div>wilson artigas faval melohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667595857964285700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081648113335311387.post-15800644427708742332009-12-14T13:38:00.000-08:002009-12-19T06:15:11.550-08:00A KTANA DE LA PLAYA DE ÁGATA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIwi7IGuaX65af0C-WmiSFQFmEXRWhhMnkKiEoC4DDZiZDEctzMivemiSuPWCR1C0-5_uKBcltKUQ0eYgzNFhVXaR7zgL1N9AQTRZD1-XpOkd3u8qmgPJNb65dHYWHgjb48FCyMTWEqgR/s1600-h/Playa%2520las%2520Agatas%2520Chile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rs="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIwi7IGuaX65af0C-WmiSFQFmEXRWhhMnkKiEoC4DDZiZDEctzMivemiSuPWCR1C0-5_uKBcltKUQ0eYgzNFhVXaR7zgL1N9AQTRZD1-XpOkd3u8qmgPJNb65dHYWHgjb48FCyMTWEqgR/s320/Playa%2520las%2520Agatas%2520Chile.jpg" /></a><br />
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<strong>A KTANA DE LA PLAYA DE ÁGATA</strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">pasó furtiva Ktana</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">-"Antigua noche y sal desordenado..."-</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">y dejó de sus pies la marca</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">en cada piedra, en la playa de ágata.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">pasó furtiva, emotiva en su andar</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">sintiendo en sus pasos recuerdos de Pablo,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">en los vientos impregnados de sal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">- "...el cielo y las sombras estallan..."-</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">pasó furtiva, emotiva, en su andar</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">y en su alma se volvieron hiedra el canto monotono</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">y el garuar de las olas furiosas del mar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">-"...en sangre de su crater marino..."-</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">amores, pensares,penas, escapes furtivos</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">de Neruda, en Isla Negra ahora son limo,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">que fertiliza el poetar de América Latina</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">pasó furtiva Ktana...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">en el dolor de sus pies y alma desnuda; </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">en cada hendija, en cada puerta o ventana,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">de la playa de ágata</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">se enreda, escrita, como hiedra, la imaginación poética</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">del señor de la poesía: Pablo Neruda.</span><br />
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