tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71273717208938620482012-02-16T10:41:37.114-08:00Magia en el tiempo"Nosotros, los poetas, como hechiceros de palabras, intentamos la magia en el tiempo"Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-2682103225269215502010-06-21T13:12:00.000-07:002010-06-21T13:12:04.011-07:00¿Conoces el silencio?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/TB_GO6Vj89I/AAAAAAAAACs/2VH93kRJgVk/s1600/conoces+el+silencio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/TB_GO6Vj89I/AAAAAAAAACs/2VH93kRJgVk/s320/conoces+el+silencio.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />EL JARDÍN<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Coro de pájaros dorados<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; están en el jardín<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -momentos imaginarios-<br /><br />sueños suspendidos en el tiempo<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; altos aromas<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; encrucijados senderos<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; rutilantes atardeceres<br /><br /><br /><br />Busco tu entrada<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -alto seto-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; te esconde<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; te cerca<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; te ciñe<br /><br /><br /><br />Obstinada exploro<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp; -ansiado jardín-<br /><br />¡milagro! te encuentro<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; lugar de mi memoria escondida<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -breve momento-<br /><br />la música del viento<br /><br />te eleva&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;te lleva<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a otros lugares<br /><br />y ya<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ya no te encuentro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-268210322526921550?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-2888220322100966112010-03-06T12:06:00.000-08:002010-03-06T12:06:06.292-08:00Con ojos doloridos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S5K1e-A0tCI/AAAAAAAAACE/f6AmKWfAbAo/s1600-h/con+ojos+doloridos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S5K1e-A0tCI/AAAAAAAAACE/f6AmKWfAbAo/s320/con+ojos+doloridos.jpg" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>&nbsp;&nbsp; </i><i>“Cuando me van quedando espacios <o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; zarpo por un océano que dibujo en <o:p></o:p></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;el cuarto”<o:p></o:p></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mae&nbsp;&nbsp; Roque</i><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Enredada por viscosos pensamientos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">trato de asirme a tu dulce locura<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">mis manos resbalan por tus olas uniformes<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">caigo en el vacío de la razón<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">ambas miradas atrapadas en grises nubes<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (agobia el silencio)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">los espacios emigran del cuarto<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">la fría mañana persigue lágrimas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">transita el amor por esquinas de ausentes espacios<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -ambiciona&nbsp; paraíso-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">rasguña&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; paredes&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; techos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; busca la inmensidad perdida<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">se precipita al abismo azul<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -océano&nbsp; dibujado-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">zarpa mi barco de estrellas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(tejen anhelado camino)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">el alba revolotea<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; te espero<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; con ojos doloridos hasta el infinito<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: purple;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">2do. Premio X Concurso de Poesías y II de Cuentos Cortos “Carlos Castellán” 2006<o:p></o:p></span></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><i style="color: purple;">Por resolución Nº 657/06 – Consejo Deliberante Mercedes - Corrientes</i><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-288822032210096611?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-45159333331750457712010-03-06T12:04:00.001-08:002010-03-06T12:04:24.950-08:00Efímero<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S5K1M9zFHhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xsODjtZwm5k/s1600-h/efimero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S5K1M9zFHhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xsODjtZwm5k/s320/efimero.jpg" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">La tierra da luz a un árbol<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">mientras la muerte se duerme en el cuello de un cisne<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">una boca abre la puerta a los sueños<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">escapan con libertad de melodías<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">persiguen un canto embrujado<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">como una serpiente fiel y melancólica<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">¿Dónde estás triste noctámbula?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">¿Tus efímeras raíces hacen dudar al tiempo?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">¿Qué sería de la vida si no hubieras nacido?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">una lágrima se derrama con pureza de nardo<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">un doblar de campanas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">avisa que no estás despierta<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">y te abandonas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a los besos de la tierra<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-4515933333175045771?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-91142757854165691962010-03-06T12:03:00.000-08:002010-03-06T12:03:20.442-08:00Me adormezco<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S5K0wd3bkFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/570hVPJS41M/s1600-h/me+adormezco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S5K0wd3bkFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/570hVPJS41M/s320/me+adormezco.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 85.05pt 70.85pt 85.05pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>&nbsp;&nbsp; </i><i>“todo lo niega la tierra, pero todo se me&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; da en el agua, por el agua”<o:p></o:p></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pedro Salinas</i><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Ardua faena descifrar el mensaje<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ingeniosos acertijos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -la tierra devuelve el agua-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (fantástico universo)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">secreta morada<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; en la memoria de la luz<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">nubes harapientas de verano<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -viajeras fatigadas-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">consumo el deseo<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“todo se me da en el agua<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; por el agua”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">el alma llena de aleteos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -mentira inventada-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">revela el silencio<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; viento escondido entre hojarasca<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -lee mi nombre-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; cuenta el silencio recuerdos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; acrisola mi rostro<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">me adormezco<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sobre espejos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; de agua<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: purple;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">3er. Premio en Poesía año 2006<o:p>-</o:p>SADE Miramar </span></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: purple;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Concurso Nacional de Poesía y Narrativa – 10ª Aniversario<o:p></o:p></span></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><i style="color: purple;">Buenos Aires - Argentina</i><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-9114275785416569196?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-5853423398470283552010-03-06T12:01:00.000-08:002010-03-06T12:01:08.542-08:00Rebelión<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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amor<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">libre de elegir <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a la persona correspondida<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">¿serías tú, esclavo de mi amor?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Pregunta sin respuesta<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sonido de silencio<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; cadenas invisibles<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; atan tus sentimientos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; acallan tus palabras<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">El tiempo pasa<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">y no deja huellas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; el amor espera esperanzado<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">No te quiere esclavo<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; te necesita libre<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: purple;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Primer premio en Poesía año 2008<o:p></o:p></span></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: purple;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>Certamen Internacional de Poesía y Cuento Breve </span></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: purple;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Homenaje al escritor “Manuel Curros Enríquez” </span></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><i style="color: purple;">Partido de Corcubión - España</i><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-585342339847028355?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-84967379953394124862010-03-06T11:59:00.000-08:002010-03-06T11:59:03.568-08:00Anclado reclamo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 85.05pt 70.85pt 85.05pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i> </i><i>“son más tristes los muelles cuando<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; atracan”<o:p></o:p></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pablo Neruda</i><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">La casa&nbsp;&nbsp; madera y hojalata&nbsp;&nbsp; cimbrea<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; su cíclope ventana<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; desgarra cortinas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">jirones&nbsp;&nbsp; vuelan&nbsp;&nbsp; trepan&nbsp;&nbsp; naufragan<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sobre remolinos de arena<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">zozobran&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; olas contra los muelles<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; espumas de pañuelos atracan<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -infinita veces-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">tejen redes secretas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -de otras vidas-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">emergen&nbsp; esperanzas&nbsp; de&nbsp; sueños&nbsp; primitivos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -breves mensajeras-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">amanece el dolor de los siglos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -sobre océanos de hombres-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">sin voces&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sin palabras&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sin silencios<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">se despierta la casa<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; delicioso aroma salino<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -inmóvil&nbsp;&nbsp; silenciosa&nbsp; complacida&nbsp; resignada-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">como anclada a la espera<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; reclama agobiado dolor<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ¿en qué ola sin nombre navega este poema?&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="color: blue;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">1er. Premio – Año 2009 </span></b></i></div><div style="color: blue;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">SADE&nbsp; Sec. Surbonaerense Delegación San Vicente</span></b></i></div><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><i><span style="color: blue;">Buenos Aires-Argentina</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-8496737995339412486?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-22502750103805966192010-03-06T11:55:00.000-08:002010-03-06T11:56:51.644-08:00Fisura<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S5Ky6ya0t8I/AAAAAAAAABc/5HL9J4bKEVE/s1600-h/fisura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S5Ky6ya0t8I/AAAAAAAAABc/5HL9J4bKEVE/s320/fisura.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<b><i>&nbsp; </i></b><b><i>“los bosques tiemblan con sus brillos”</i></b></span></div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><b><i><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></i></b><b><i><span lang="ES-TRAD">Graciela Zolezzy</span></i></b><b><i><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">“Los bosques tiemblan con su brillos”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">en cada amanecer</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">incorporo mi cuerpo rojo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (huésped transitorio)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">abro mi corazón</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -pañuelo en llamas-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">donde por una fisura</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; nace un pájaro negro</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">un grito callado&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; un silencio</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">el sol besa mis heridas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">con aromas de violetas y jazmines</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ¿Quién me prestará sus lágrimas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; cuando las mías se acaben?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;<b><i><span style="color: blue;">1er. Premio en Poesia año 2009</span></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;21ª Certámen de Poesía y Prosa 2009 </span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span lang="ES-TRAD">Casa de Cultura Municipal “Ami Díaz”</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><b><i><span lang="ES-TRAD">Jovita-Córdoba- Argentina</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-2250275010380596619?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-90246811340744403132010-03-06T11:52:00.000-08:002010-03-06T11:53:22.439-08:00Vasija de barro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S5KyJQmq_SI/AAAAAAAAABU/ybed5We2djc/s1600-h/vasija+de+barro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S5KyJQmq_SI/AAAAAAAAABU/ybed5We2djc/s320/vasija+de+barro.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 85.05pt 70.85pt 85.05pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>&nbsp; </i><i>“El mundo entero es símbolo de vida<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y presagio a la vez de muerte”<o:p></o:p></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Guillermo Pilía</i><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /><br /><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">María&nbsp; piel curtida&nbsp; pies desnudos&nbsp; derrama su llanto<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">el río la pilló&nbsp; atropelló&nbsp; despojó de todo<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (sufre su gente)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">dicen que es dignidad&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; esa costumbre<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">disimulan&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; guardan&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; muerden<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">-todo este dolor cabe en una vasija de barro-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">La tragedia fangal se cuela en sus huesos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">en todos los huecos sociales<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">embarra los salones alfombrados<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">(señores de la justicia y el poder)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">miles de sonrisas sin memoria<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">fingidas palmadas de esperanza<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">deambulan cargadas de promesas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -serviles de guantes blancos-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Caminan por calles muertas de madrugada<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -amanece el desamparo-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">avanzan sombras sin saber dónde irán<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (¿quién los ayudará?)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">la orfandad los persigue<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">un vaho caliente golpea sus nucas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">transitan&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; caen de bruces<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -no se rinden-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">entregan sus almas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (no pueden más con ellas)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -este es el mundo&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; su mundo-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ¿Mi mundo?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">-los poderosos hablan con voz sorda de exilios obligados-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Hombres&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; mujeres&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; niños<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">son parte de una diaria historia<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp; dolor&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; esperanza&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; viejo&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; nuevo<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp; justo&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; injusto&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; soledad&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; comprensión<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">-Todo este dolor cabe en una vasija de su propio barro-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Único premio en Poesía año 2009<o:p></o:p></span></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13;"><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: blue;">VII Concurso Literario Biblioteca Popular Alejo Iglesias&nbsp; </span></span></b></i><br /><i><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: blue;">Villa Elisa – Buenos Aires - Argentina</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-9024681134074440313?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-36616610665372149152010-03-06T11:47:00.000-08:002010-03-06T11:49:14.603-08:00Caperucita dormida<div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S5KwiMUa8EI/AAAAAAAAABM/vgw4vitbwnM/s1600-h/caperucita+dormida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S5KwiMUa8EI/AAAAAAAAABM/vgw4vitbwnM/s320/caperucita+dormida.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 85.05pt 70.85pt 85.05pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i> </i><i>Dedicado a mi hija Lorena<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>Tus ojos traviesos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; me conducen<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a un sendero claroscuro<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-viajo hacia adentro-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">me deslizo<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; por venturosos colores<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">floto con el viento que besa tus mejillas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">miro tu rostro<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -música de aromas y papel picado-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (me guía hacia circos y columpios)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">el tiempo guarda en mi memoria<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; noches febriles<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; primera palabra<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; cuna florecida de ilusiones<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">la luz se esconde en tus cerrados párpados<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -maravilloso abanico de sueños-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">busco en la mañana<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; caperucita dormida<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; estrellas brillantes en el pelo<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; alboradas sonrisas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pequeña boca esconde mi corazón<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">manitas inquietas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; mariposas fantásticas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; revolotean en mágico misterio del despertar<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; atrapan duendes amarillos, verdes, azules<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; persiguen hadas de azúcar<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; te remontan en sus alas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; hasta el crepúsculo de mis brazos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-3661661066537214915?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-64509282582839865142010-03-03T10:59:00.000-08:002010-03-06T11:27:50.247-08:00Unas manos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S46xcTwqxOI/AAAAAAAAABE/hElw4OY4seo/s1600-h/unas+manos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S46xcTwqxOI/AAAAAAAAABE/hElw4OY4seo/s320/unas+manos.jpg" /></a></div></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 85.05pt 70.85pt 85.05pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><em><strong>Dedicado a mi abuela Bibi</strong></em></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Detrás de la vidriera de la vida</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">llega a mí un bello recuerdo</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">una imagen muy querida</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">muchas veces añorada</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">-una figura&nbsp; un rostro&nbsp; unas manos-</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">cierro mis ojos</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; hago un largo viaje</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; profundo hasta los recuerdos</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;de mi alma</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">visualizo unas manos</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">callosas por trabajo duro&nbsp; parejo</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">-cortos dedos&nbsp; palma ancha&nbsp; uñas cortas-</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">manos que se mueven</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; como vuelo de palomas blancas</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">acarician mi cabello&nbsp; mi cara de niña</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; como un peine de plumas de cristal</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">manos que buscan un abrazo cálido</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sentir una risa cantarina</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -la alegría de cada día-</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">hoy te evoco</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; abuela añorada</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">en esas manos rugosas</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; rodeada de blancos gansos</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">que te avisan</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; mí llegada cada verano</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-6450928258283986514?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-12925324471004765652010-03-03T10:54:00.000-08:002010-03-03T10:54:07.760-08:00Sus historias<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S46v9EKDTjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CSf9V7TC8BY/s1600-h/sus+historias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S46v9EKDTjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CSf9V7TC8BY/s320/sus+historias.jpg" /></a></div><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 85.05pt 70.85pt 85.05pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">&nbsp; </i><i style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">“los niños se esconden bajo la escalera<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; text-align: right;"><i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; de caracol contando sus historias <o:p></o:p></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; text-align: right;"><i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;incontables”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;"><i style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Jorge Tellier</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">Ronda de niños<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sobre patio de tierra<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -anunciado aullido-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; corren turbados bajo la escalera de caracol<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">evocan historias antiguas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; dioses&nbsp; lunas&nbsp; sacrificios<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -símbolos incontables-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">crujen los huesos&nbsp; las almas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;espejismos de vidas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; habitan en manos<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">encadenadas esperanzas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">cuerpos se deshacen en polvo y sombra<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; nadie sabe de sus historias<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; solo&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; yo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;los espero<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;como tierra muda y fecunda<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-1292532447100476565?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-49914196794437390742010-03-03T10:48:00.000-08:002010-03-03T10:58:06.950-08:00Sombrero ave<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S46vK_nxx0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/76ldNDfL1ZQ/s1600-h/Sombrero++Ave.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444481602949334850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S46vK_nxx0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/76ldNDfL1ZQ/s320/Sombrero++Ave.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <br /><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; 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mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">El vuelo nocturno<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; del sombrero ausente de color<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; por múltiples agujeros de cegadora luz<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; planea como un cóndor<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; alas extendidas plenas de libertad<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;y&nbsp;&nbsp; ambos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - sombrero&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ave –<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">se pierden&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; se confunden<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; en un punto<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - oscuro&nbsp;&nbsp; infinito –<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">donde la hoguera de la tarde<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; apaga su última chispa<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-4991419679443739074?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-26470780697612346442010-03-03T10:41:00.000-08:002010-03-03T10:57:18.053-08:00Remembranza<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S46th5yxLII/AAAAAAAAAAs/dTYG_QpQ5fQ/s1600-h/Remembranza.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444479797498555522" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S46th5yxLII/AAAAAAAAAAs/dTYG_QpQ5fQ/s320/Remembranza.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; 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charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Pinceladas de auroras<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; iluminan el cuarto lacónico<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -otoño&nbsp; tembloroso-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (sus hojas esconde)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">ramas dormidas&nbsp;&nbsp; abate el viento<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">un hornero asoma sobre la ventana<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; lleva en su pico húmeda tierra<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">con asombro<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; mi mirada vuela tras él<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; hasta la alta casuarina<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">su silueta danza<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">con latidos de brisas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">aromas de durazneros<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">voces retumban en mi cabeza<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -imágenes transcurren-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">todo se desdobla en mí<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; observo en espejo de agua<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a la niña que fui<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -cabellos de humo dorado-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">anhelo desprenderme de este cuerpo<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; nacer de nuevo<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-intacta-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">un mutismo feroz hechiza mis palabras<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; solo quiero<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; navegar con mis recuerdos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-2647078069761234644?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-39914785173707481512010-03-03T10:34:00.000-08:002010-03-03T10:56:21.337-08:00Ante mí<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S46r2Gkd1PI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nXdJDsnXIuA/s1600-h/ante+mi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444477945502356722" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S46r2Gkd1PI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nXdJDsnXIuA/s320/ante+mi.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 273px;" /></a> <br /><br /><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 85.05pt 70.85pt 85.05pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"> <span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">“La sonrisa iluminada no se había apagado en </span><o:p style="font-style: italic;"></o:p></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"> la noche de las raíces”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="font-style: italic;"> J. L. Ortiz</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></div><br /><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Mi corazón cada amanecer <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; espera&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; una carta<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">hilera de palabras reveladas<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">ante iluminada sonrisa<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">encontrar la magia del tiempo<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -esa misma-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">la visión desorienta<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; paraliza la memoria<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; estremece el alma<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">fantasmal imagen de años<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">se refleja ante cristal misterioso<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">labrados rayos fugaces<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">susurran en la noche de raíces<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -sola&nbsp;&nbsp; siempre sola-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">mi voz detenida <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sobre tibio aroma de jazmines<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">titila blanca esfera<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sobre almohada somnolienta<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">ardientes labios danzan<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; cuerpo que reposa<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; tempestad de latidos<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -nunca más sola-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">ante mí<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; soy&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; yo misma<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-locura&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; misterio&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; anhelo-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-3991478517370748151?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127371720893862048.post-85383834646404421512010-03-02T10:38:00.003-08:002010-03-03T10:55:15.191-08:00A veces<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S41dfOtansI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IHihY2ubhBc/s1600-h/A+veces.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444110315666710210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4_DrSMbxS4/S41dfOtansI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IHihY2ubhBc/s320/A+veces.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 259px;" /></a> <br /><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="ES-TRAD"> <span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">“el gran silencio canta / con la voz </span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;"><span lang="ES-TRAD"> temblorosa / de las hojas insomnes”</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;"><span lang="ES-TRAD"> Brandán Caraffa</span></div><br /><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><span lang="ES-TRAD"><o:p></o:p> <span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">Mi escritura llora&nbsp;&nbsp; respira</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -a veces-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">palabras perturban&nbsp;&nbsp; construyen&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -a veces-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">creo en ellas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -a veces-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">abrazan&nbsp;&nbsp; seducen&nbsp;&nbsp; encadenan</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -a veces-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">su misterio solloza con mi parte humana</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -a veces-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">evoco símbolos en noches peregrinas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -a veces-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">la voz temblorosa duerme</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">sobre hojas insomnes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">con lágrimas ciegas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">sobre la tierra indolente</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-a veces-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">transitan los espíritus nocturnos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">cargando en sus hombros</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">el equipaje maldito</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">habla el gran silencio</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (dentro&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; fuera)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">construye una morada con señales</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">creo en ellas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; espero no me traicionen</span></div><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CGraciela%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List" style="font-family: arial;"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:ES-TRAD; mso-fareast-language:ES-TRAD;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7127371720893862048-8538383464640442151?l=aliciabalista.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alicia Balistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515299001608222436noreply@blogger.com0