tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63671753422685215282024-03-05T00:26:37.349-06:00El instante perdido-Haikus para guardar el tiempo-Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-39729074877025194802013-01-22T00:07:00.000-06:002013-01-22T00:14:05.594-06:00...Digo casa y es tu nombreUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-73887398819343084992011-01-05T18:40:00.004-06:002011-01-05T18:45:31.118-06:00Domesticity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOPf9FOLMKVpZ438nPPBAjfliKkwOiBbeQr2tWt8FettsWdROLwA48Ogg2Uytnh3ouy15OjDs50LEv3WXFNo74AepHCU9L3dgCHUDa2QK32ZZJUgnmdjb2_1IAN_VdisiSTwGEpxdW_YI/s1600/vermeer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOPf9FOLMKVpZ438nPPBAjfliKkwOiBbeQr2tWt8FettsWdROLwA48Ogg2Uytnh3ouy15OjDs50LEv3WXFNo74AepHCU9L3dgCHUDa2QK32ZZJUgnmdjb2_1IAN_VdisiSTwGEpxdW_YI/s320/vermeer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558867621408507378" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Where<div>is the dust</div><div>in a Vermeer room?</div><div><br /></div><div>(from a brilliant piece of art critic Jonathan Jones)</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16909337449280938315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-10390489973281587102010-12-10T21:29:00.001-06:002010-12-10T21:30:49.126-06:00Sobre lo efímeroOgnuno sta solo sul cuor della terra<div>trafitto da un raggio di sole:</div><div>ed è subito sera.</div><div><br /></div><div>- Salvatore Quasimodo</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16909337449280938315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-52589964080048536472010-09-05T08:32:00.001-05:002011-01-06T10:03:28.370-06:00OscuridadLa oscuridad<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> hhhhhh</span>es el silencio</div><div>del espacio</div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16909337449280938315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-13451191890608412042010-05-10T22:24:00.001-05:002010-05-10T22:28:02.315-05:00Haikú obstinadoLa necedad es<br />un lugar común cuando<br />se habla de amores.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-53943652881518401082010-05-08T18:00:00.000-05:002010-05-08T18:00:04.685-05:00Efemérides <i>a D.</i><br />
<br />
Un día como hoy,<br />
hace veintitrés años,<br />
nació el amor.Viajero verticalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435817868471195524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-35268480787000270202010-05-05T02:37:00.002-05:002010-05-05T02:41:50.192-05:00A veces es bueno volver a los espacios perdidos.<br />Ir recuperándolos....<br />inyectándoles nueva vida.<br /><br />Que vuelva la poesía en miniatura.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-25844165541930623092010-05-05T02:36:00.000-05:002010-05-05T02:37:13.867-05:00Jesus, etc.You<br />were right<br />about the stars.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-53690559118680935282009-02-22T12:48:00.002-06:002009-02-22T12:53:59.670-06:00Antes de ser llantoFuiste<br />sangre derramada<br />sobre mis sábanasViajero verticalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435817868471195524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-10294052533599127532008-10-05T13:47:00.003-05:002008-10-05T13:53:12.834-05:00De olvido<div>En mi corazón:<br /></div><div>una lágrima borra</div><div>tu nombre al pasar.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-23444535320142850672008-08-11T00:39:00.001-05:002008-08-11T00:41:30.161-05:00Viejos amoresSolo hay <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">silencio</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vuelvo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">entonces</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">aquí</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">donde</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">todo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">empezó</span>Doble "U"http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574468551435456916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-5666396044453575382008-05-21T19:06:00.001-05:002008-05-21T19:08:38.544-05:00Si tan sólo los poetas<br />con azules flores<br />al mundo lo cambiaranNereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425807255674413659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-22934466191367175412008-05-12T23:20:00.003-05:002008-05-12T23:26:51.295-05:00NúmerosUn, dos, tres, cuatro,<br />cinco, seis, siete, ocho,<br />nueve, diez, once.<br /><br />____________<br /><br />Mas <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hallazgos</span> casuales de esos bonitos.Doble "U"http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574468551435456916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-12463533096238665752008-04-16T11:13:00.001-05:002008-04-16T11:13:46.779-05:00Long gone (for good?)first<br />love<br />a rain-soaked raspberry<br />on<br />your<br />tongue<br /><br /><br />- Lee GurgaSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16909337449280938315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-60016280584577192112008-03-10T23:19:00.001-06:002008-03-10T23:23:10.056-06:00FeEscribir<br />con sangre<br />en el vacío.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-7584435297089954192008-01-15T09:35:00.001-06:002008-01-15T09:35:34.929-06:00Sin EdénY ni el Edén más grato<br />promete amparo<br />al desquiciado.Nereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425807255674413659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-32910180288506653732008-01-14T03:23:00.000-06:002008-01-14T03:29:28.165-06:00Apenas ayerQué diferente<br />el árbol de Navidad<br />cuando no adivina la adultez.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16909337449280938315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-71892054982023289212008-01-14T00:41:00.000-06:002008-01-14T00:46:24.980-06:00Dear Reader<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" lang="EN-US">I<br />am speaking.<br />To you. Now.<br />This<br />or that<br />has happened. Again.<br />You<br />and I<br />should get together.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Maybe<br />we will<br />fall in love<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">___________<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Tom Beckett</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>Viajero verticalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435817868471195524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-84090420903803730232008-01-13T22:28:00.001-06:002008-01-14T18:58:41.420-06:00FragilidadEntre la caída<br />y la redención;<br />total fragilidad.Nereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425807255674413659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-80052439110045151312008-01-03T00:05:00.000-06:002008-01-08T21:51:02.049-06:00Silencios.Nadie<br />callará mañana<br />en el ocaso.Nereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425807255674413659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-48750979773014034622008-01-03T00:01:00.000-06:002008-01-03T00:05:01.078-06:00PosesivosSoy tuya cuando<br />no soy<br />mía.<br /><br />Soy mía cuando<br />no soy<br />tuya.<br /><br />Soy mía cuando<br />no soy<br />mía.<br /><br />Y tuya cuando<br />no soy<br />tuya.<br /><br />Soy mía soy<br />hoy toda<br />tuya.Nereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425807255674413659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-50441333596579954462008-01-02T23:58:00.002-06:002008-01-02T23:59:56.049-06:00CaprichosMe retuerzo en<br />vaivénes de caprichos<br />aniquiladosNereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425807255674413659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-86460020657971235952008-01-02T23:58:00.001-06:002008-01-03T00:00:38.732-06:00DeseoPero cómo<br />decirle que no<br />al deseo.Nereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18425807255674413659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-72649931986859813302007-12-24T11:53:00.000-06:002007-12-24T12:03:27.314-06:00En los mapas<br />más que en la realidad<br />dan miedo los desiertos.<br /><br />______________________<br />*de una Greguería de Gómez de la SernaSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16909337449280938315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367175342268521528.post-19112799080509985692007-12-23T03:57:00.000-06:002007-12-23T03:58:15.404-06:00Good-bye strangerTe despediste<br />de la vida cuando ella<br />ya te olvidó.Viajero verticalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435817868471195524noreply@blogger.com1