tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585858160914416402024-03-27T20:55:28.554+01:00Ex librisDe libros y más cosas...Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.comBlogger504125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-87812846295223510262024-03-21T21:30:00.006+01:002024-03-21T21:30:40.426+01:00Tarde de marzo<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNx1EmSaaKotLElu43V2a9HhJAm2i7UJiB_xHDwWE1Xd9jmzRrGoPerNCoqhlDQJPlZ5_ZKC9fgmJxgvaE9P7FYBDV8_lBhKCRKOeYl8ehgB8q6qRO83F7GSZwdGhb8cBnlNUtcU4J12UU4VxHdR6nXLY1r0pelMi3fXkIYPwfHYjdjrZ8nOqTc-DW3w/s981/432425748_234537419740562_4098587101340182960_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="981" data-original-width="736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNx1EmSaaKotLElu43V2a9HhJAm2i7UJiB_xHDwWE1Xd9jmzRrGoPerNCoqhlDQJPlZ5_ZKC9fgmJxgvaE9P7FYBDV8_lBhKCRKOeYl8ehgB8q6qRO83F7GSZwdGhb8cBnlNUtcU4J12UU4VxHdR6nXLY1r0pelMi3fXkIYPwfHYjdjrZ8nOqTc-DW3w/w300-h400/432425748_234537419740562_4098587101340182960_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Es agradable dar un paseo por cualquier lugar de la ciudad, las ramas de algunos árboles se van arropando con unas incipientes hojas verdes, otros se colorean de flores rosadas o blancas...</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL197vr-NjIpQnSQ_YVr0A0GQJ6JPU9KLrrlDsatSt-CDaSH13Ou46DbWJHED2t1czF0gyFK2Ey8RAPdV8Qf3K4VEUiZZPYFjqyH0QHJ_ihxaOCQT8P4OmbuetvAtkxQEY4jrPDo9mPLeEWYUi_3jpvqx1HLRcUVNiMii6fpBnNhc_s1iwtME5J_aumw/s750/432767670_234535119740792_8772404980194319198_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="497" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL197vr-NjIpQnSQ_YVr0A0GQJ6JPU9KLrrlDsatSt-CDaSH13Ou46DbWJHED2t1czF0gyFK2Ey8RAPdV8Qf3K4VEUiZZPYFjqyH0QHJ_ihxaOCQT8P4OmbuetvAtkxQEY4jrPDo9mPLeEWYUi_3jpvqx1HLRcUVNiMii6fpBnNhc_s1iwtME5J_aumw/w265-h400/432767670_234535119740792_8772404980194319198_n.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">La intensidad de la luz y el estallido de colores anuncian que ha llegado la primavera; una maravilla hacer un alto en el paseo y contemplar el espectáculo que se expande por todos los rincones del parque. Inspiro profundamente y aprovecho los rayos de sol de este florecido atardecer.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexMeFs75kdYN4joaFOMbcgVswIJ5FhUakMUrEtThSruGlCoFo7Ev11T-r9t0gAVjUm1x71YW0qgRS-9u7uU_T5NWRuV3TQxL8odxsZRhmt0_9uZhhmGSnKZ_Q-AKOp4NXLpUZaBoM2Vp60va9WI8G1RV8oSujVSt8M27ezVupt_LJYSga3rhMQVVLnw/s614/432834874_234535889740715_5367583560155289425_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="614" data-original-width="446" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexMeFs75kdYN4joaFOMbcgVswIJ5FhUakMUrEtThSruGlCoFo7Ev11T-r9t0gAVjUm1x71YW0qgRS-9u7uU_T5NWRuV3TQxL8odxsZRhmt0_9uZhhmGSnKZ_Q-AKOp4NXLpUZaBoM2Vp60va9WI8G1RV8oSujVSt8M27ezVupt_LJYSga3rhMQVVLnw/w290-h400/432834874_234535889740715_5367583560155289425_n.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Después de la caminata, y con regocijo primaveral celebro este día leyendo el poemario de una de mis poetas preferidas, el libro se abre casualmente por la página donde está impreso el poema titulado <i>"Tarde de marzo".</i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bgnMy_520VC6KmTPjGRX0foObLvsh0mkQ1UQr3CXrV_aPtqM39llWeTHEGtFdGOdOqrnCZOM7OifMlvRPXDoMDixPJU2GVezB2wxpF4NyMmtf1ZuUpo7VuhAmS2jvg32DIuXpKuf3K5mFPNu2g_hqBr3K0wkwtMkbvg-eFUagYqy4ZSvtjytA7uSbw/s1200/244387099_5146208232072993_1910087822643486799_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bgnMy_520VC6KmTPjGRX0foObLvsh0mkQ1UQr3CXrV_aPtqM39llWeTHEGtFdGOdOqrnCZOM7OifMlvRPXDoMDixPJU2GVezB2wxpF4NyMmtf1ZuUpo7VuhAmS2jvg32DIuXpKuf3K5mFPNu2g_hqBr3K0wkwtMkbvg-eFUagYqy4ZSvtjytA7uSbw/w300-h400/244387099_5146208232072993_1910087822643486799_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /> </i> Un paseo por la playa desierta en una tarde de marzo debe ser impresionante. Cierro los ojos y camino por los versos hacia este idílico lugar...</span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Io466u6292DTfJgPW3Jz_O565S-SR2ZveA4BvOhXSTxgfYofp79kahvv1sjYSiJFcmEaIp3M-_ipRFZwVAu_pa6Vke-DaxmB1m0GGIafTOg0vKqrPku_HRb227Xj20gM3trp-KVXV6jEAqtITn1sZEXGQ0sQ7KKtPDrjqt8kSSYNjD-caNa58mXOpA/s768/433720117_235725909621713_2502520296043050310_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="510" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Io466u6292DTfJgPW3Jz_O565S-SR2ZveA4BvOhXSTxgfYofp79kahvv1sjYSiJFcmEaIp3M-_ipRFZwVAu_pa6Vke-DaxmB1m0GGIafTOg0vKqrPku_HRb227Xj20gM3trp-KVXV6jEAqtITn1sZEXGQ0sQ7KKtPDrjqt8kSSYNjD-caNa58mXOpA/w266-h400/433720117_235725909621713_2502520296043050310_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Aspiro a ti, poema, porque a mi vista el mar y las gaviotas,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">y el rayo solar de las seis y media.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cuando lo tengo todo, me vienes desde atrás,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">como recuerdo de horizontes de tierra.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pero es aquí donde advierto hermosura,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">en el cielo, en las aguas, completamente solas,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">con tenue ondulación, y apenas huellas en la playa.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Qué misterio me vienes a enseñar, qué soledad presente,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">junto al alud de otras historias viejas,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">deseosas de aparecer en otra vida mía.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Declina ya la luz, el faro avisa;<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="text-align: left;">se confunden las aguas con el cielo.</span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dionisia García (Atardece despacio)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgXBLDVTncniCHhCiCQmKOz-NIbPjD8SoAkONZyyV0GfaaJ7xhwF4lh0e-H0-q8gHC6D7Fazz1CUaqbXU8aHT0WdXuQwB-qVV8LW-dDPAlYTH3byqD2yNbwY92dSoaVs9oogx4_KfIiBARnfQhokKspc2WH47vP-NJNVrIPZnTpg0GdXrGTUK5kPOKA/s845/ce14e580f49b7c4302f1a8ab0ccab2fc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgXBLDVTncniCHhCiCQmKOz-NIbPjD8SoAkONZyyV0GfaaJ7xhwF4lh0e-H0-q8gHC6D7Fazz1CUaqbXU8aHT0WdXuQwB-qVV8LW-dDPAlYTH3byqD2yNbwY92dSoaVs9oogx4_KfIiBARnfQhokKspc2WH47vP-NJNVrIPZnTpg0GdXrGTUK5kPOKA/w268-h400/ce14e580f49b7c4302f1a8ab0ccab2fc.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">¡Feliz día de la poesía, feliz primavera!</span><p></p><p></p>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-20129244985545494762024-03-18T08:00:00.001+01:002024-03-18T08:00:00.135+01:00"Recuerdo de una piedra...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG-ftVzPtY4RsQHfvs13QYOhOztMyGT7Wduz14nLIKX_F1Fwvfuq9ce5EbscWR9rrjZ111YLqDAPQPOSmVo4E0_9d5pgwnZ_scjAFWuQzNZhff2sOCfdWPntiddiHyVuXBw9Eey6g7Sce2QW6kF5vSPNlbhfhzy1MiA0jpjYF2qnPfOYKtCVGdnwa0bw/s711/eaea0e0d23fd16159b5df5308da26c57.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="474" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG-ftVzPtY4RsQHfvs13QYOhOztMyGT7Wduz14nLIKX_F1Fwvfuq9ce5EbscWR9rrjZ111YLqDAPQPOSmVo4E0_9d5pgwnZ_scjAFWuQzNZhff2sOCfdWPntiddiHyVuXBw9Eey6g7Sce2QW6kF5vSPNlbhfhzy1MiA0jpjYF2qnPfOYKtCVGdnwa0bw/w266-h400/eaea0e0d23fd16159b5df5308da26c57.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hablábamos ayer de la memoria en las manos; todo aquello que hago con mis manos cobra vida gracias al impulso que le da el sentido del tacto.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-g6Rp9ju6uwchFamWgYsAG_9M_ba_XyJaci1RknxPdCU7374nzq5er8uE9YpVpMOAVGrODsXcNzDFyANt9ZW8S-8tezPvH-4jbtxWhPamBSYtPj-PaVQe4q6qezfxekYGtKPxP8NBDwEzl6XrtrYjGXfgupny3uXYI_-8uOM5tBDjreQzhhVYelTiw/s800/12383111fa3256bf9d8892c0b8abb4f8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="534" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-g6Rp9ju6uwchFamWgYsAG_9M_ba_XyJaci1RknxPdCU7374nzq5er8uE9YpVpMOAVGrODsXcNzDFyANt9ZW8S-8tezPvH-4jbtxWhPamBSYtPj-PaVQe4q6qezfxekYGtKPxP8NBDwEzl6XrtrYjGXfgupny3uXYI_-8uOM5tBDjreQzhhVYelTiw/w268-h400/12383111fa3256bf9d8892c0b8abb4f8.jpg" width="268" /></a></p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Resulta extraordinariamente fácil reconocer el aroma o el sabor que es familiar, identificar sonidos o deleitarse con las mejores vistas.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUKHuINqpHgeTJcjnqxS4B2G0mPKFFwLL42GknRusbOQSY2WUe7tRaspwKK57ZPRh8EBDYPoWEeWdNwI3dNedIkUee0fU4BDHrwRDHzlfmnUKlMnQUgS5wvHr5XsewqfsZs4Kjx_n-ZZuGpxabZAdz55-K6CzUf0FEbs-jcf2mwsoh_-j6VgVgCfwWLA/s755/59c9ed32beed78b2fa9b90eaa57b22af.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="563" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUKHuINqpHgeTJcjnqxS4B2G0mPKFFwLL42GknRusbOQSY2WUe7tRaspwKK57ZPRh8EBDYPoWEeWdNwI3dNedIkUee0fU4BDHrwRDHzlfmnUKlMnQUgS5wvHr5XsewqfsZs4Kjx_n-ZZuGpxabZAdz55-K6CzUf0FEbs-jcf2mwsoh_-j6VgVgCfwWLA/w299-h400/59c9ed32beed78b2fa9b90eaa57b22af.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">El poema de Pedro Salinas dice que "en una piedra está toda la paciencia del mundo". Me parece un verso extraordinario. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzY1URKq29N660sJbpEOZyBIDUF7jF7V9Oj88rPilr3tvtaadf0nE7VLIK7vz4XoNfkpnSeeATN_Msr8vfWOm3AjcVIl-jLpyB-WUYI8bhbVK861FUQWRNItIqRHSe6hldLW85qY8OyCQD6FiKseg_ixwOud3g17XVvsG7eg3q-m4k12KkJX-6z72kQ/s1333/421668856_205193339341637_5503291201817493087_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzY1URKq29N660sJbpEOZyBIDUF7jF7V9Oj88rPilr3tvtaadf0nE7VLIK7vz4XoNfkpnSeeATN_Msr8vfWOm3AjcVIl-jLpyB-WUYI8bhbVK861FUQWRNItIqRHSe6hldLW85qY8OyCQD6FiKseg_ixwOud3g17XVvsG7eg3q-m4k12KkJX-6z72kQ/w300-h400/421668856_205193339341637_5503291201817493087_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Una piedra es un objeto inanimado, inerte... pero al sostenerlo en la mano, el sentido del tacto le otorga vida porque alienta un gran recuerdo que quedará grabado en la memoria. </span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1QXe4xrrG6rDVT6PdzGCvDesHBMGajtglpPryy2t3Y9buPq5Ikmg-u5YbUqwQrpxFkYuUD99pDWrdqf1nql4Qxn-iylD0Qrni-K2Fefgd6OheFV65Z1F8sMPvrEWCNBG-o3qg0BN03-K6GP9Y3bJdszjC_cC4u4upOYzOJ29YpBzjKwlYA2Qh4B-tKg/s1024/422227769_205193376008300_6704190199820632342_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="770" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1QXe4xrrG6rDVT6PdzGCvDesHBMGajtglpPryy2t3Y9buPq5Ikmg-u5YbUqwQrpxFkYuUD99pDWrdqf1nql4Qxn-iylD0Qrni-K2Fefgd6OheFV65Z1F8sMPvrEWCNBG-o3qg0BN03-K6GP9Y3bJdszjC_cC4u4upOYzOJ29YpBzjKwlYA2Qh4B-tKg/w301-h400/422227769_205193376008300_6704190199820632342_n.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">En estas piedras tan quietas que ahora toco, palpo la suavidad que se ha gestado a lo largo de toda una eternidad. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfx7JlIVFVd5T4jW9dFnsn2FySHrl2vHhHMQXCVIoJiyidJJ3JfPPeUgfaphNKxTERuUDTKQNtqXGtDMbPZEJ0y_Ub1uT5dLtD81bUHfBxA7Aj8LQ4Hd8HDpMCEOlXoVU5ZTN1nWGdaWGXROTCYVVYpy-ZzriW59DI6IK8pH2o51GFzFaidW2s40IPgA/s640/422813877_205189409342030_3203226603400241027_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfx7JlIVFVd5T4jW9dFnsn2FySHrl2vHhHMQXCVIoJiyidJJ3JfPPeUgfaphNKxTERuUDTKQNtqXGtDMbPZEJ0y_Ub1uT5dLtD81bUHfBxA7Aj8LQ4Hd8HDpMCEOlXoVU5ZTN1nWGdaWGXROTCYVVYpy-ZzriW59DI6IK8pH2o51GFzFaidW2s40IPgA/s320/422813877_205189409342030_3203226603400241027_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Siempre tan quietas y cuánto habrán conocido en su solitaria y constante existencia.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9EN7ejg7B9Z-zBH45fpVxMFKSEbCwk5UFtpGfLoRL6I6lpoMG6QkD1OZcnX9k5G42ExzegtNhs2FOl5tasUGX7VqbLPQjhdWwkLv78pcFNAOP9cBeTB-FEYxhG3EBPCrEeu1l-YRTLEAdFYYxpW2cHeUr3OSsvz-mE5KePSPBVS6SaymW0xWtomWPew/s747/422903749_205189912675313_174981252699639169_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="747" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9EN7ejg7B9Z-zBH45fpVxMFKSEbCwk5UFtpGfLoRL6I6lpoMG6QkD1OZcnX9k5G42ExzegtNhs2FOl5tasUGX7VqbLPQjhdWwkLv78pcFNAOP9cBeTB-FEYxhG3EBPCrEeu1l-YRTLEAdFYYxpW2cHeUr3OSsvz-mE5KePSPBVS6SaymW0xWtomWPew/w268-h400/422903749_205189912675313_174981252699639169_n.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Se estuvo siempre quieta,</i></span></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;">sin buscar, encerrada,</span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">en una voluntad densa y constante</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">de no volar como la mariposa,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">de no ser bella, como el lirio,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">para salvar de envidias su pureza.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">¡Cuántos esbeltos lirios, cuántas gráciles</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">libélulas se han muerto, allí, a su lado</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">por correr tanto hacia la primavera!</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ella supo esperar sin pedir nada</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">más que la eternidad de su ser puro.</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">Por renunciar al pétalo, y al vuelo,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">está viva y me enseña</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">que un amor debe estarse quizá quieto, muy quieto,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">soltar las falsas alas de la prisa,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">y derrotar así su propia muerte.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pedro Salinas (La memoria en las manos, fragmento)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgfX9G6_1Ows1W7aHPkzyz1vmCatp5DZnL0p3DmoTdPsjk8Uxt3eM_rcN02YB_-sqo7Cx_I9_4qt2Ymj9LJYQRGYglUUQ8g43l0lk0XO8ey40AWRykML-HckZyzQCwyz-QDXQKcP6_SHI90KfFUcPdrlKklSRRr9qctzj_yeSr5owIlpR0cfeF5istzQ/s640/422829654_205189766008661_6576054710126364874_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgfX9G6_1Ows1W7aHPkzyz1vmCatp5DZnL0p3DmoTdPsjk8Uxt3eM_rcN02YB_-sqo7Cx_I9_4qt2Ymj9LJYQRGYglUUQ8g43l0lk0XO8ey40AWRykML-HckZyzQCwyz-QDXQKcP6_SHI90KfFUcPdrlKklSRRr9qctzj_yeSr5owIlpR0cfeF5istzQ/w300-h400/422829654_205189766008661_6576054710126364874_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Qué nuestras manos nunca estén vacías</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.poemas-del-alma.com/pedro-salinas-la-memoria-en-las-manos.htm" target="_blank">Poema completo</a></div></span></i></span></div><p></p></div>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-28766581292110029492024-02-24T01:19:00.002+01:002024-02-24T01:19:12.652+01:00La memoria en las manos<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOtFtGcieHk7_NyAOqadFbLiLX4U6sblSEklLOtsKOkawip4EVGPvb_PbYOztINjLA91Z9AAf_8GM_K3uF3y7QcMoYnYzReRGzaY3PlXY1SBRphTlurIgE7FkMuq4jHNRzdzKtd7yMDtLvKELZnXoBMIp24kc0sKFkEFbKzduX0DU8NpoZT8Ol05LoA/s697/0fd2dafcf557b6f16114dc13ea6f863f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="563" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOtFtGcieHk7_NyAOqadFbLiLX4U6sblSEklLOtsKOkawip4EVGPvb_PbYOztINjLA91Z9AAf_8GM_K3uF3y7QcMoYnYzReRGzaY3PlXY1SBRphTlurIgE7FkMuq4jHNRzdzKtd7yMDtLvKELZnXoBMIp24kc0sKFkEFbKzduX0DU8NpoZT8Ol05LoA/w323-h400/0fd2dafcf557b6f16114dc13ea6f863f.jpg" width="323" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Esta mañana he leído un largo poema cuyos primeros versos aún me runrunean y me han hecho pensar que ciertamente nuestras manos tienen memoria.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQx5NTEtHXEAgwgL9vbQLHFP6-mZIAWfcNMoUZgcNqt6z1_2rjONVIWv1rsHv0CVcaJmCgs3_WjGeiulPw_ncdNFcpg-0MXMgJZn30_Z5KNkpj4NY9paofnCE3dMVfg26MtH4rjQWCSqgxmLA5E-oehTqqyTf7JnRi51_Ww_wrtyMpePEOF_8B08zng/s544/65157727_2834854573208382_7083010204840755200_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="544" data-original-width="254" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQx5NTEtHXEAgwgL9vbQLHFP6-mZIAWfcNMoUZgcNqt6z1_2rjONVIWv1rsHv0CVcaJmCgs3_WjGeiulPw_ncdNFcpg-0MXMgJZn30_Z5KNkpj4NY9paofnCE3dMVfg26MtH4rjQWCSqgxmLA5E-oehTqqyTf7JnRi51_Ww_wrtyMpePEOF_8B08zng/w298-h640/65157727_2834854573208382_7083010204840755200_n.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Mi madre siempre me dice que las manos son la carta de presentación de una persona. Si te fijas en ellas, te cuentan muchas cosas sobre quien te las presenta.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnGIpT-FkoOAieq8Ms8RA9UiY_HmWiB4CERsp_uJRn0UKrDiBDZ31MHpwLCYmJP7Mc9MKCGI4SEja6A0tBrUVGg2k7luMLEZw4nDldHN4TQKsi5taVhQV02mXmSqAeAwDtsMjjzyQXOeMOBv3q1v9-FYOBhktahWNjF9fks2dMlWAQyAhv8V7C2X8UA/s739/85366a929469ed0239862ab657e3f49d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="739" data-original-width="473" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnGIpT-FkoOAieq8Ms8RA9UiY_HmWiB4CERsp_uJRn0UKrDiBDZ31MHpwLCYmJP7Mc9MKCGI4SEja6A0tBrUVGg2k7luMLEZw4nDldHN4TQKsi5taVhQV02mXmSqAeAwDtsMjjzyQXOeMOBv3q1v9-FYOBhktahWNjF9fks2dMlWAQyAhv8V7C2X8UA/w410-h640/85366a929469ed0239862ab657e3f49d.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Textura, forma, suavidad o aspereza, dureza, temperatura, dolor son percibidos por el sentido del tacto y nuestras manos tienen parte esencial de estas percepciones.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQSM6bQA5LaWdb9IVjGGKUrXtgdFNJoOMuOfRkdrwZHT1OslYhMd_96CpCoQFkeROlzIZtq3Qo7JaAnxgMnxl-Xk_-Ha39wNcTrwXs4rVaTDCBkvDLUd6bnZ2M6mkf3Gxw74lsg7D-7QY755O21Jv3XUajbkccv2bhoPqv_d5aVwi0NSzSapzyibRww/s750/335424235_2033902516961273_8339242659040519533_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQSM6bQA5LaWdb9IVjGGKUrXtgdFNJoOMuOfRkdrwZHT1OslYhMd_96CpCoQFkeROlzIZtq3Qo7JaAnxgMnxl-Xk_-Ha39wNcTrwXs4rVaTDCBkvDLUd6bnZ2M6mkf3Gxw74lsg7D-7QY755O21Jv3XUajbkccv2bhoPqv_d5aVwi0NSzSapzyibRww/w266-h400/335424235_2033902516961273_8339242659040519533_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Las manos sostienen, agarran, manipulan, sujetan, acarician, sienten... las manos son capaces de realizar labores muy pesadas, y que requieren mucha fuerza, y también pueden hacer actividades que necesitan precisión, detalle, delicadeza... </span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxybmuIi5JhCwb7XclNSavkyLDVmdZCht_druCxrQFO9KbiuW2xqjjuAtcATnEYGUPXIvXdHhyr3lbBXcsdCTgqfWdkRADfGcil5aymGamuzV0lZtsDXGt90K9bRmhi06GNqUVAJqRbxQWXutP49NMq_JhnVcX84WcehlhTHKKafxw14Q6pLiAmsq_g/s846/1fc278259166cb1d874475ebdd0da365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxybmuIi5JhCwb7XclNSavkyLDVmdZCht_druCxrQFO9KbiuW2xqjjuAtcATnEYGUPXIvXdHhyr3lbBXcsdCTgqfWdkRADfGcil5aymGamuzV0lZtsDXGt90K9bRmhi06GNqUVAJqRbxQWXutP49NMq_JhnVcX84WcehlhTHKKafxw14Q6pLiAmsq_g/w266-h400/1fc278259166cb1d874475ebdd0da365.jpg" width="266" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">En la memoria de las manos quedan grabadas las suaves caricias dadas, la armoniosa musicalidad de las notas pulsadas a las teclas de un piano, la minuciosidad exacta para realizar las creativas manualidades, e incluso el instante maravilloso de la preparación de un delicioso té.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nu0OjZdvblM13cK3brueEBAdcFphvh1PhxS5evsyeczhcSdhO2SyHht9a4x1uaXgvBWAI8wembQaS2P2GMNuiE7MO6Q97M3bDR39VuZyRuZlmpZuomQj-urnQFR1eJM-2GanHNtMrG6GpeOoiKdhmT8jY4oPITVH4UIW4l5FrUsR_Q4SF29TjcBreQ/s705/5e079bd6d7e9d7e7c30753f494dbf4cf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nu0OjZdvblM13cK3brueEBAdcFphvh1PhxS5evsyeczhcSdhO2SyHht9a4x1uaXgvBWAI8wembQaS2P2GMNuiE7MO6Q97M3bDR39VuZyRuZlmpZuomQj-urnQFR1eJM-2GanHNtMrG6GpeOoiKdhmT8jY4oPITVH4UIW4l5FrUsR_Q4SF29TjcBreQ/w320-h400/5e079bd6d7e9d7e7c30753f494dbf4cf.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> ¿Y qué decir de las manos que siempre están dispuestas a dar?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpwutm2q3geH1ypxW2HAzJQaj0HLFjZwQIKt36xfc8Q253Hsccx4wYRQIvdDrKJ3UPMP_At_jYJSB0NctdWJo3G3-iSDSDIqSUSDX3y1TDt2v5T-UKdOpxMkBiNNEoP4NMzFfU4QgOj7stbYjjDOF0i6TvSp_VZ99v5w3uFNbIHSsVZKrMPDIYblW_4Q/s592/37e7294ea63a6dee0c35849a2cf2c9e4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="473" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpwutm2q3geH1ypxW2HAzJQaj0HLFjZwQIKt36xfc8Q253Hsccx4wYRQIvdDrKJ3UPMP_At_jYJSB0NctdWJo3G3-iSDSDIqSUSDX3y1TDt2v5T-UKdOpxMkBiNNEoP4NMzFfU4QgOj7stbYjjDOF0i6TvSp_VZ99v5w3uFNbIHSsVZKrMPDIYblW_4Q/s320/37e7294ea63a6dee0c35849a2cf2c9e4.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Crimson Text", serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;">Hoy son las manos la memoria.</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;">El alma no se acuerda, está dolida</span><span id="more-18223" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;"></span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;">de tanto recordar. Pero en las manos</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;">queda el recuerdo de lo que han tenido.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;">Pedro Salinas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimYpFzic7PytFR6awCGg8bYe3U8Ea_C0HTLeXjD0yKFstzJj5dORF8JXN3j44qXyWKRlJ0huDKW1vjJtbXXHw34vij0uFho6zk9H_kTjTQaPlqTQBNvLZM3YNKeXT2A5sjSLZCKDGEodSl19Y7ZDpk6qF5UBXXw3ANTh2sqVo0mn3LFkixqafvzgSMBQ/s771/cdf410f0ad9c53b9a57e1e2b344047af.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="771" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimYpFzic7PytFR6awCGg8bYe3U8Ea_C0HTLeXjD0yKFstzJj5dORF8JXN3j44qXyWKRlJ0huDKW1vjJtbXXHw34vij0uFho6zk9H_kTjTQaPlqTQBNvLZM3YNKeXT2A5sjSLZCKDGEodSl19Y7ZDpk6qF5UBXXw3ANTh2sqVo0mn3LFkixqafvzgSMBQ/w293-h400/cdf410f0ad9c53b9a57e1e2b344047af.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;">El poema me ha sugerido otras cosas, pero lo dejo para otra entrada.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;">¡Feliz fin de semana!</span></div></div></span><p></p><p></p><p></p>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-16785547613190309222024-01-23T11:36:00.005+01:002024-01-23T11:36:29.556+01:00Delicadeza...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_246oShiwP3lWuGFO7U7_9WUO7k-E656FcBe7TRdND2faVC1PkGFqr1feBMfpIHVFvaruthzdyaR1tNyscp9wnovw-lBqzCxfOYa0y9nDSIQ2PZ7zmH9x55R1Cd4z9i_QD2ovIBRtGBSfMl1N-EntO2NTtJnv_RYSWhQB3jQ2x9uhbsdSL0w06MtIQ/s612/305442202_609503340628680_6243598073292671743_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="407" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_246oShiwP3lWuGFO7U7_9WUO7k-E656FcBe7TRdND2faVC1PkGFqr1feBMfpIHVFvaruthzdyaR1tNyscp9wnovw-lBqzCxfOYa0y9nDSIQ2PZ7zmH9x55R1Cd4z9i_QD2ovIBRtGBSfMl1N-EntO2NTtJnv_RYSWhQB3jQ2x9uhbsdSL0w06MtIQ/w266-h400/305442202_609503340628680_6243598073292671743_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Entre las frases que voy anotando en mi cuaderno de los libros que leo, me he encontrado una cita que me ha llamado la atención.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0qFY3pFbK8Hj4S1GyPGTHIOxTQZld3MjAOsN84hOFuEn8mgbNR1aRDCEDQktwon4eq8GJdK5750aeKFY7zhI97_9GZfU7sYkLWu7ISNu0sMj7WTGiYsPxkjG5QZ71aoG5cSlzJqgs9WaHiZX4D-SNVYuZjOR6cqW3XY6x9_jfaqTWF_oqD6RpVnGIg/s900/298369938_6160891267271346_705546811615580248_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0qFY3pFbK8Hj4S1GyPGTHIOxTQZld3MjAOsN84hOFuEn8mgbNR1aRDCEDQktwon4eq8GJdK5750aeKFY7zhI97_9GZfU7sYkLWu7ISNu0sMj7WTGiYsPxkjG5QZ71aoG5cSlzJqgs9WaHiZX4D-SNVYuZjOR6cqW3XY6x9_jfaqTWF_oqD6RpVnGIg/w266-h400/298369938_6160891267271346_705546811615580248_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ella era una maestra en un arte llamado <b><i>delicadeza</i></b>. La señorita Prim creía firmemente que la <i><b>delicadeza</b></i> era la fuerza que movía el universo". Imagino que ya sabéis de qué libro procede la frase.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPDOD9zPcbOcpxT89ROQ_N9OiyY4ZcS6mdNvyjsEFeWdA3qqgbQQOwx6ZuSmrrQKZayYEmfGLlgbqXvE6-KCwd3CN3tbh_ebIvE8fsbiOPDQDifunJK1bGQkbVPmRiBYLyiLBKQd7xsVElESMgJMjqskQXj59MrLIrrI81YtJ02MdCkWBMwKOhgT3mA/s720/84398865_1470559069785181_5820916846387265536_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPDOD9zPcbOcpxT89ROQ_N9OiyY4ZcS6mdNvyjsEFeWdA3qqgbQQOwx6ZuSmrrQKZayYEmfGLlgbqXvE6-KCwd3CN3tbh_ebIvE8fsbiOPDQDifunJK1bGQkbVPmRiBYLyiLBKQd7xsVElESMgJMjqskQXj59MrLIrrI81YtJ02MdCkWBMwKOhgT3mA/w266-h400/84398865_1470559069785181_5820916846387265536_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><p>Quizás la señorita Prim exagere un poco, o no tanto. </p><p><span style="background-color: white;">La<i style="font-weight: bold;"> DELICADEZA </i>siempre va de la mano de la finura y de la elegancia. Del refinamiento y la distinción. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixXKI_KhmuYimRCKl55bGXxgF6pK0k3Mzv_QqFZ3sFEr0oSxnWKi_ZKfRaVVJxJzfcR2UmAstCWihRsWnQxmyBOit3UfzFpXSH_n0EjKsCC_x_HoQG0e1p0YwHDK2PB-1kqOA4fAJKnMaPPgjpo3Y5pc3ulC6MzfNvnPTbZTYRYny8XO6yKwJXuiR3A/s866/234800821_1957832954391121_802633106723838886_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="558" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixXKI_KhmuYimRCKl55bGXxgF6pK0k3Mzv_QqFZ3sFEr0oSxnWKi_ZKfRaVVJxJzfcR2UmAstCWihRsWnQxmyBOit3UfzFpXSH_n0EjKsCC_x_HoQG0e1p0YwHDK2PB-1kqOA4fAJKnMaPPgjpo3Y5pc3ulC6MzfNvnPTbZTYRYny8XO6yKwJXuiR3A/w258-h400/234800821_1957832954391121_802633106723838886_n.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> También me parece que algo es delicado cuando creo que es frágil, que hay que tratarlo con sumo cuidado para que no se rompa. Entonces, dejo de disfrutarlo y lo guardo en la vitrina por miedo a que pueda hacerse añicos.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> He decidido tomar mi té en mis delicadas tazas de porcelana.</div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5NSZY6wBs2Q0hURFKfYcz8PEDmJzTgZR-sctlFycM11ItqgcY6yizrtQ2CMvS5bMcedYyet-ahDhkhcti4bB6y9Y3fOEb9_WowfIF7yu-w210XQzhS79vUGhs-zbFTJA__uS7wwKfCkRGgHok_jbB8aRwGNoDvIThOd9fs2P5z5qAQmgfKH8txpl77A/s552/87148468_2847713501934010_312329454829436928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="393" data-original-width="552" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5NSZY6wBs2Q0hURFKfYcz8PEDmJzTgZR-sctlFycM11ItqgcY6yizrtQ2CMvS5bMcedYyet-ahDhkhcti4bB6y9Y3fOEb9_WowfIF7yu-w210XQzhS79vUGhs-zbFTJA__uS7wwKfCkRGgHok_jbB8aRwGNoDvIThOd9fs2P5z5qAQmgfKH8txpl77A/s320/87148468_2847713501934010_312329454829436928_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">¿Quién no se maravilla ante la belleza de un copo de nieve? Tan minúsculo y frágil, y delicado. Agrupados, ya me parecen otra cosa.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHIVz1wVA8pw1ly_wIJlHXfbcrPq4FqD0dWenDnjFvn3WC9Zh4MZ7xb_6j-5hHdMECdzvfN9s7tIx9tTaFlbA0ROoYxgTGqwCSYrsR6jRO1llTzB-tjlOm2efLA6IEbbTOET65gDPKSpwhG6yKuavZ2K7mLjsokc-ln698EQUmxH_gF3lkI7zEfSjpQ/s736/78841591_2513093218976276_1543648908750618624_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="736" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHIVz1wVA8pw1ly_wIJlHXfbcrPq4FqD0dWenDnjFvn3WC9Zh4MZ7xb_6j-5hHdMECdzvfN9s7tIx9tTaFlbA0ROoYxgTGqwCSYrsR6jRO1llTzB-tjlOm2efLA6IEbbTOET65gDPKSpwhG6yKuavZ2K7mLjsokc-ln698EQUmxH_gF3lkI7zEfSjpQ/s320/78841591_2513093218976276_1543648908750618624_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </span></div><span style="background-color: white;">La palabra <i style="font-weight: bold;">delicadeza </i>también la relaciono con suavidad, ternura, sensibilidad... y con ella describo la sutiliza de algo. </span></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzy9GZBea5vZQi2uxI6rblc9HOpfDXZo1Gke-w2RD-PSscYU-wFT0_AyHaSnzsjpjgpEIKv2mNpzPnxwoc6ZbxlWnWd23wziU73E8Y6a9Bdm4Hf-vq_1wYKhLLdrud97Yq6ljSkeRqHR6FNpkWpqXBk8-IqK4oNiPc0U71Zt0vu6Msbya7NoieS2m9tg/s640/13754108_625230457651384_3227816004505514968_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="426" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzy9GZBea5vZQi2uxI6rblc9HOpfDXZo1Gke-w2RD-PSscYU-wFT0_AyHaSnzsjpjgpEIKv2mNpzPnxwoc6ZbxlWnWd23wziU73E8Y6a9Bdm4Hf-vq_1wYKhLLdrud97Yq6ljSkeRqHR6FNpkWpqXBk8-IqK4oNiPc0U71Zt0vu6Msbya7NoieS2m9tg/w266-h400/13754108_625230457651384_3227816004505514968_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b style="font-style: italic;">Delicado </b>puede ser también un bocado. La exquisitez, de singular y extraordinaria calidad.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1QU1TkQPvR_aQzYIPod8bVJdUMUPNtzeNw3a-FKKCQjlVfE3ewsi79MmKjGy9Il72EOwKjqKdORYqRFbuzAxVgXfQlxolkCCxjxaydJyxKGEG4R1s1XuAYpZVEP9M4rwWHBaYeNLyNHo72CsgHsszE0gLUkisBQyO9QVuezUIMuuASGfOlXhGOVr8g/s960/13606788_625230487651381_2484249794568159121_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="912" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1QU1TkQPvR_aQzYIPod8bVJdUMUPNtzeNw3a-FKKCQjlVfE3ewsi79MmKjGy9Il72EOwKjqKdORYqRFbuzAxVgXfQlxolkCCxjxaydJyxKGEG4R1s1XuAYpZVEP9M4rwWHBaYeNLyNHo72CsgHsszE0gLUkisBQyO9QVuezUIMuuASGfOlXhGOVr8g/w380-h400/13606788_625230487651381_2484249794568159121_n.jpg" width="380" /></a></div> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">¿Cómo será una persona cuya cualidad inherente sea la <b><i>delicadeza?</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyWo5wHYvdzZC6sNHLUfto3dVnaypx_k2wEwSXkjs_gKncE5ndBx8xVNmW5iqsISwXpfWyt0ut_L-sETKinzbgSJUIyzJoAk0cHgc9ZjgiNekBLaI6B-TtAzw8EchuE2-O3rJaCcL7bWf5YGh1BcmoAN3X7w1kNJBJ2Xx1lkXZxvuzL0Ye0_pAHTO9wA/s960/416378634_3635971483389413_1240559554724585464_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="812" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyWo5wHYvdzZC6sNHLUfto3dVnaypx_k2wEwSXkjs_gKncE5ndBx8xVNmW5iqsISwXpfWyt0ut_L-sETKinzbgSJUIyzJoAk0cHgc9ZjgiNekBLaI6B-TtAzw8EchuE2-O3rJaCcL7bWf5YGh1BcmoAN3X7w1kNJBJ2Xx1lkXZxvuzL0Ye0_pAHTO9wA/w339-h400/416378634_3635971483389413_1240559554724585464_n.jpg" width="339" /></a></div><br /> <br /></i></b><span style="background-color: white;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">Vistió la noche, copo a copo,</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">pluma a pluma,</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">lo que fue llama y oro,</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">cota de malla del guerrero otoño</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">y ahora es reino de la blancura.</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">¿Qué hago yo, profanando, pisando</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">tan fragilísimo plumaje?</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">Y arranco con mis manos</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">un puñado, un pichón de nieve,</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">y con amor, y con delicadeza y con
ternura</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">lo acaricio, lo acuno, lo protejo.</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">Para que no llore de frío.</span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 12pt;">José Hierro</span></i></p></div><br /></b></span><p></p></span><p></p><div><br /></div></div>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-56756278741477546852024-01-04T01:07:00.007+01:002024-01-04T01:09:52.166+01:00Nuevos comienzos...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVltVWagpnsdtBsZy2LL-ocesBDQVIIPcJqFhIGKi6MSIn0OPCIat7L7sxRc3k_YRs2Ryz6W5NtdZKZLhcL6JcbxtOO5u_W5IPZQoQcirFp7l9V9OGyj9fGJZfSX7k2kGc_-QsUFgmH_uVTqSLNh7OJGr7tqJgvvfoCd6qm9R-04XhDeECiTx4-oLDrA/s1128/320753984_2531702610302943_3875535959486234665_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1128" data-original-width="786" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVltVWagpnsdtBsZy2LL-ocesBDQVIIPcJqFhIGKi6MSIn0OPCIat7L7sxRc3k_YRs2Ryz6W5NtdZKZLhcL6JcbxtOO5u_W5IPZQoQcirFp7l9V9OGyj9fGJZfSX7k2kGc_-QsUFgmH_uVTqSLNh7OJGr7tqJgvvfoCd6qm9R-04XhDeECiTx4-oLDrA/w279-h400/320753984_2531702610302943_3875535959486234665_n.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Paso de puntillas por este sitio recién empezado el nuevo año, y a punto de finalizar estas fiestas de navidad.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLoWhrgqEJJoH2TT-KsHDV-fh4ChpTWHE6lTTHFzus7hK_ykIAZdksYEr9hw1R-1VhOolKcPSADgf3S7ShWtlD5mcNqSwCuc6nBFotO-qCyKJWkprefkxyNs7bcejwgU_CKW2aXIcM1KQnFlxeTVQ6jRIZZrYAnpUpcgisl0KfnWnZQ-Hz6NrQtz0zg/s707/78039187_3171741302853039_3756290882827976704_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="474" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLoWhrgqEJJoH2TT-KsHDV-fh4ChpTWHE6lTTHFzus7hK_ykIAZdksYEr9hw1R-1VhOolKcPSADgf3S7ShWtlD5mcNqSwCuc6nBFotO-qCyKJWkprefkxyNs7bcejwgU_CKW2aXIcM1KQnFlxeTVQ6jRIZZrYAnpUpcgisl0KfnWnZQ-Hz6NrQtz0zg/w269-h400/78039187_3171741302853039_3756290882827976704_n.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">He decidido no proponerme nada nuevo porque casi nunca cumplo los propósitos de Año Nuevo.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6nyFEZAoZ5f67DAkYSuG8zr56WoCkj1ixU8ViZvayzVf7Wbs1bpg6teqmxHifvWWmh-lvR1z9RCBfuWbGhRkENIjnsMbVy7E08GPTpMxWbXwXKD5qUmF5mg8e0pGN_Xzw9c9NwuWtFPlRHVmv44PIuONvICLdFk1yqN7ZPVY5NggHFOiLljZpx9R0NQ/s1124/318185532_512843104210259_4053671934041505473_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6nyFEZAoZ5f67DAkYSuG8zr56WoCkj1ixU8ViZvayzVf7Wbs1bpg6teqmxHifvWWmh-lvR1z9RCBfuWbGhRkENIjnsMbVy7E08GPTpMxWbXwXKD5qUmF5mg8e0pGN_Xzw9c9NwuWtFPlRHVmv44PIuONvICLdFk1yqN7ZPVY5NggHFOiLljZpx9R0NQ/w263-h400/318185532_512843104210259_4053671934041505473_n.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Prefiero que todo siga más o menos igual, y sobre todo, que no nos falte la salud.</span><p></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvsTvswimd0l8IK6zSLur_dx5JAK0kgOZ66TcYmFvBIFhK5azCqprqWf-HdSNurK3EO28ibFgDv4vlDBJVyzApB495B3KRgXXMCNegk_ivI6AYU90KtnylnF_9uq-ql1RdZOjtcPZ2rTmTCGMa52GneNVntZan73vDdjLOT3A_qb_frFuGCyh_N6F8qA/s960/15241341_1547664151927437_4769198604401516038_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="638" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvsTvswimd0l8IK6zSLur_dx5JAK0kgOZ66TcYmFvBIFhK5azCqprqWf-HdSNurK3EO28ibFgDv4vlDBJVyzApB495B3KRgXXMCNegk_ivI6AYU90KtnylnF_9uq-ql1RdZOjtcPZ2rTmTCGMa52GneNVntZan73vDdjLOT3A_qb_frFuGCyh_N6F8qA/w266-h400/15241341_1547664151927437_4769198604401516038_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Qué brille siempre un rayito de esperanza en nuestras vidas, qué la paz se instaure en cada rincón del mundo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9uU41fdHjrmv7HsLeUtBFnEmdqDH4a3gYDPrSZZZJguAcKNDVtAwURx1dSZO4nXkXA_omZGsctX8zlx1TrbaBljrmdelxPUCD7N5UTQOLft_f5xEEaa8nbD2RSSCZY9AdM01AeR0aknxd1TnH42RCfosCLKokJu0G3QvZnE2sLvK2u6RjZWeyGGp6A/s734/412356361_756625743165326_6836749301415310658_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="734" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9uU41fdHjrmv7HsLeUtBFnEmdqDH4a3gYDPrSZZZJguAcKNDVtAwURx1dSZO4nXkXA_omZGsctX8zlx1TrbaBljrmdelxPUCD7N5UTQOLft_f5xEEaa8nbD2RSSCZY9AdM01AeR0aknxd1TnH42RCfosCLKokJu0G3QvZnE2sLvK2u6RjZWeyGGp6A/w328-h400/412356361_756625743165326_6836749301415310658_n.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">qué el amor y la familia sea la fuerza que nos sostenga...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA7NKjqBC_d3BgPddC2VNDApsLvGOWA6-twM-d8it_ZKrR5nSFuJwQ9b1XK5NREOd5oovo7keHMXOrLDHV_iktX4A1PmlSzcztTQpXdyVVSLJTkwU4iGezZnVIJDv_ha9Jom1Ca4z5Du962Ey7mZasq1kyxqrRmFz6X_6pZWO0pZfeSkpbx9nZTrkFuA/s960/15327377_1566390240054828_4309195426125108818_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="662" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA7NKjqBC_d3BgPddC2VNDApsLvGOWA6-twM-d8it_ZKrR5nSFuJwQ9b1XK5NREOd5oovo7keHMXOrLDHV_iktX4A1PmlSzcztTQpXdyVVSLJTkwU4iGezZnVIJDv_ha9Jom1Ca4z5Du962Ey7mZasq1kyxqrRmFz6X_6pZWO0pZfeSkpbx9nZTrkFuA/w276-h400/15327377_1566390240054828_4309195426125108818_n.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Ya sólo queda una fiesta por celebrar, y me conformo con sentir la misma ilusión por la noche de Reyes Magos de mi infancia.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKRWoFwvjM1lCeXUy8HpQLa-TRmol6zI95ZNlR5PiZRLWGMxfRBhaVLpgRABxMQeo2853Ruh4ysBri1w-gT4UrOP0cfObhkIC9r3pdSjsK-LES5CHtjDKgBnDxxyDTvR6bLUZK0p81E1aipzMqur9fRY3AZaGXROMHXee905jL90F9Uh-klZTm6U6XuA/s960/416743333_930586628430245_1913507451889872254_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="611" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKRWoFwvjM1lCeXUy8HpQLa-TRmol6zI95ZNlR5PiZRLWGMxfRBhaVLpgRABxMQeo2853Ruh4ysBri1w-gT4UrOP0cfObhkIC9r3pdSjsK-LES5CHtjDKgBnDxxyDTvR6bLUZK0p81E1aipzMqur9fRY3AZaGXROMHXee905jL90F9Uh-klZTm6U6XuA/w255-h400/416743333_930586628430245_1913507451889872254_n.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><h2 style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 27px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Cumpliendo años</span></span></h2><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Señalé el día en el calendario</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">sólo por resaltar en rojo</div><div style="text-align: center;">las fechas que nos unen.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aunque lo que nos une</div><div style="text-align: center;">es una línea fina que se alarga</div><div style="text-align: center;">hacia el pasado y el futuro</div><div style="text-align: center;">con principio y sin fin</div><div style="text-align: center;">que vislumbremos.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Y el calendario va colgando sus días</div><div style="text-align: center;">como las cuentas de un collar en el hilo del tiempo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El tiempo somos tu y yo que caminamos juntos</div><div style="text-align: center;">por esa línea frágil de la vida.</div><div style="text-align: center;">En el amor, el tiempo se escribe en compañía,</div><div style="text-align: center;">y el collar va creciendo cada noche</div><div style="text-align: center;">como la hiedra enreda la pared de una casa.</div></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Señalé el día en el calendario,</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">aunque sabemos</div><div style="text-align: center;">que la felicidad a lo largo</div><div style="text-align: center;">no necesita fechas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lo que importa es la viva sensación</div><div style="text-align: center;">de compartir,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ese fuego llenando el corazón.</div></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">No, no hace falta resaltar las fechas</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">cuando dos viven juntos</div><div style="text-align: center;">el vuelo cotidiano del amor.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pero brindemos, sin embargo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">cada año por el día del comienzo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">la noche que aún deslumbra.</div></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ángeles Mora</span></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5VqO2kI03H_kuCY-b5eIWQveGiPpigDu3M1EtYs0SaUpwQ_ydkTQ3BEx-2VxCLJ53gMmJQwf2aO6vMFZKQmzhWfykkUr9hZdguGdQLcioTqn0hQrYTsdNTfpRzFFHUTr-r3H22iGlgULmzgqTA5-Jk1HdaQ2Qh21fqBvFIhNbaD0XFN8bqn917rH5w/s640/318313303_512842530876983_516156597443439576_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="427" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5VqO2kI03H_kuCY-b5eIWQveGiPpigDu3M1EtYs0SaUpwQ_ydkTQ3BEx-2VxCLJ53gMmJQwf2aO6vMFZKQmzhWfykkUr9hZdguGdQLcioTqn0hQrYTsdNTfpRzFFHUTr-r3H22iGlgULmzgqTA5-Jk1HdaQ2Qh21fqBvFIhNbaD0XFN8bqn917rH5w/w268-h400/318313303_512842530876983_516156597443439576_n.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br />¡Feliz Año Nuevo!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">¡Feliz Noche de Reyes Magos! </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-9185193705173191552023-12-11T00:00:00.014+01:002023-12-11T00:00:00.242+01:00Caja de galletas<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmb8ET3el7vdDjEleBa2fjSjS0PZbdzZ0O28H5zVLekViq39v4SGZlrByVXkCMao8X9ONcO1N6M-lIIF4FcZpCylyJeGinuA_boIW1V1wzRJauKO5g7XoB43g0YJZqrx5h9nSc8csRZAxYDgXis4IvvhhoWvOO68ELUNt-W7LRhTh11itKa9vB65mfg/s782/82285741_2787011544670873_7752739238583468032_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="542" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmb8ET3el7vdDjEleBa2fjSjS0PZbdzZ0O28H5zVLekViq39v4SGZlrByVXkCMao8X9ONcO1N6M-lIIF4FcZpCylyJeGinuA_boIW1V1wzRJauKO5g7XoB43g0YJZqrx5h9nSc8csRZAxYDgXis4IvvhhoWvOO68ELUNt-W7LRhTh11itKa9vB65mfg/w444-h640/82285741_2787011544670873_7752739238583468032_n.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">En esta época del año, mi cocina suele oler a canela, clavo y jengibre... y es que me encanta hornear galletas.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qtPP8H0CT2MByR_1Yh8gK1HQ7PgKVePu2CO6sgixdaWBzVzRvcOyzyiFJ3Y7MnJV95xzFYly7EP3q1d237lLXwTZyXh1DsBgzmSqg_EGZ8PZeyoomebQ4gfyWbnclbF3QN1Y_-8Yfo6UFePMfNwi0ZKIn2n1fotaeqPQDmzTkJLZVsdhV_GLxtTEag/s366/9a9216370500ef0639e5f3c70a21c12a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="366" data-original-width="262" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qtPP8H0CT2MByR_1Yh8gK1HQ7PgKVePu2CO6sgixdaWBzVzRvcOyzyiFJ3Y7MnJV95xzFYly7EP3q1d237lLXwTZyXh1DsBgzmSqg_EGZ8PZeyoomebQ4gfyWbnclbF3QN1Y_-8Yfo6UFePMfNwi0ZKIn2n1fotaeqPQDmzTkJLZVsdhV_GLxtTEag/w286-h400/9a9216370500ef0639e5f3c70a21c12a.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Siempre había pensado que cocinar galletas era una tarea ardua y dificultosa, que no sería capaz de llevarla a cabo, pero un día me atreví, cuando los niños eran pequeños y con ellos resultó ser una labor de lo más entretenida y divertida.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4XdSJBtk_27bpsLr6x29rDFAVGUWAIp4FVQf7_XHh71mRj7x_s_XD11JGhzvCYQTJp1MkiYYs7xzfxtBoDgBfU1LUQTKNyjPiz4rLG60RFdxv2fiWEah1FOyAIhwBEZHMjg_SP-djCGoOpn23Cd68tUehPZ0UihS_mPdwOpslCEu2ufdjNVL6QJD_kg/s765/892e7389c119c0c64da587bb460bfec5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="563" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4XdSJBtk_27bpsLr6x29rDFAVGUWAIp4FVQf7_XHh71mRj7x_s_XD11JGhzvCYQTJp1MkiYYs7xzfxtBoDgBfU1LUQTKNyjPiz4rLG60RFdxv2fiWEah1FOyAIhwBEZHMjg_SP-djCGoOpn23Cd68tUehPZ0UihS_mPdwOpslCEu2ufdjNVL6QJD_kg/w295-h400/892e7389c119c0c64da587bb460bfec5.jpg" width="295" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ahora, soy yo la que disfruto de este momento solitario en mi cocina, mezclando ingredientes, eligiendo la forma de los moldes que me gustan y quizás añadiendo un poquito más de canela, jengibre o gotas de chocolate que antes. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcg_OrlE5Gko3T_oFp7mqXK2pa7Bk4ZHWR8lAmExJDD4O_3CqXp6ImPBnsLPlRz3NN4oK6Yty8I18I3cxOBxqCo5XTTLJVsbdWaZrzZt_rhLaVtuQhqslfHdzHfy0yL0vg8ZbqdZ-EnuA8ROSsA102hz5-T7DsfbZkbQXOMHKracOm9IJU73p0GTyn8g/s768/10599241_1028344083859449_1816116615981145698_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="511" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcg_OrlE5Gko3T_oFp7mqXK2pa7Bk4ZHWR8lAmExJDD4O_3CqXp6ImPBnsLPlRz3NN4oK6Yty8I18I3cxOBxqCo5XTTLJVsbdWaZrzZt_rhLaVtuQhqslfHdzHfy0yL0vg8ZbqdZ-EnuA8ROSsA102hz5-T7DsfbZkbQXOMHKracOm9IJU73p0GTyn8g/w266-h400/10599241_1028344083859449_1816116615981145698_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">A lo largo de los años he recopilado variado tipos de recetas de galletas y cuando cocino alguna de ellas, después de dejarlas enfriar en una rejilla, suelo colocarlas y ordenarlas en unas cajitas de lata que también he ido guardando desde hace tiempo. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiGkEzMrQF-UboHwRNBhyphenhyphenua56IT4oGL4PNUk9-xFFQcVSJHEPWcDyK2PrP5exDPEEBxUcnI93LBumuFbflufaTRGOzheIfHB6jeoss-8yHJjod3hWoFea1nWcr023xPN0EDAGsfTJMNSCkycLS7b93KI5iU8wyA_OQkxtRK089PXQUazj6kr9iDuGcQ/s640/12341256_1252330208127501_3568369903332699978_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="427" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiGkEzMrQF-UboHwRNBhyphenhyphenua56IT4oGL4PNUk9-xFFQcVSJHEPWcDyK2PrP5exDPEEBxUcnI93LBumuFbflufaTRGOzheIfHB6jeoss-8yHJjod3hWoFea1nWcr023xPN0EDAGsfTJMNSCkycLS7b93KI5iU8wyA_OQkxtRK089PXQUazj6kr9iDuGcQ/w268-h400/12341256_1252330208127501_3568369903332699978_n.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cada cual en su cajita para no mezclar sabores. Aunque, la verdad en la despensa se huele una variopinta mezcla de agradables aromas.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHmGoQoYtvi-UYZ1EvmDE4iNw2TQ1T5gNphNu6GHjF63zIPlhrnWb_CLaTHVb6t_8_lqgeH8dExYNwEz84E8fwjB5sP-mSf2Zr8gIXpgiGR3iQ_fu6CqMFUIZaGcIM6BokOvG4WGSyfwjYPc1S-hjtiVbBFggAO9zVQeQGmo5Fz8CCpVJ8oP-Bt8gdew/s625/399971856_733259588835275_8582184607238700581_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHmGoQoYtvi-UYZ1EvmDE4iNw2TQ1T5gNphNu6GHjF63zIPlhrnWb_CLaTHVb6t_8_lqgeH8dExYNwEz84E8fwjB5sP-mSf2Zr8gIXpgiGR3iQ_fu6CqMFUIZaGcIM6BokOvG4WGSyfwjYPc1S-hjtiVbBFggAO9zVQeQGmo5Fz8CCpVJ8oP-Bt8gdew/w320-h400/399971856_733259588835275_8582184607238700581_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Y no sé que ocurre, pero las galletas vuelan y cuando me doy cuenta, la caja de galletas está vacía.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsU-TcBfyC4Stknpz10Hu1ILhnbIsh7wRfEaU3fdU6zAZRvq_179z1DayS3eOeJK8QcNkZ0jwJz_wdncHMKBR4ltDtZ3pZrZRDMxUXr75aannDGpzS-mga5MVJwSQfwXqrgGKZIpbvBeyt0d-lwQN4KfOFL7DGbWy8xXxXOwsf0C_Q7d8xMQIoyLJwQ/s640/12346337_1252329848127537_6514313738500184418_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="433" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsU-TcBfyC4Stknpz10Hu1ILhnbIsh7wRfEaU3fdU6zAZRvq_179z1DayS3eOeJK8QcNkZ0jwJz_wdncHMKBR4ltDtZ3pZrZRDMxUXr75aannDGpzS-mga5MVJwSQfwXqrgGKZIpbvBeyt0d-lwQN4KfOFL7DGbWy8xXxXOwsf0C_Q7d8xMQIoyLJwQ/w271-h400/12346337_1252329848127537_6514313738500184418_n.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>“Piensa que la vida es como una caja de galletas.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i> Negué varias veces con un gesto de la cabeza y me quedé mirándola.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i> </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>–Quizá sea un poco tonto, pero a veces no te entiendo. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; text-align: start;">–En una caja de galletas hay muchas clases distintas de galletas. Algunas te gustan y otras no. Al principio te comes las que te gustan, y al final sólo quedan las que no te gustan. Pues yo, cuando lo estoy pasando mal, siempre pienso: «Tengo que acabar con esto cuanto antes y ya vendrán tiempos mejores. Porque la vida es como una caja de galletas».”</span><br style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; border: 0px solid rgb(229, 231, 235); box-sizing: border-box; color: #262626; text-align: start;" /><br style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(59,130,246,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; border: 0px solid rgb(229, 231, 235); box-sizing: border-box; color: #262626; text-align: start;" /></i></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i>Haruki Murakami. Tokio Blues</i></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbzL0ks2NkxREN13EDr7z867u1LvkonSP_lxHHyvsk1JyWpZN137_rBg9LXlJbtUeIwXuy0x7dz3YwnJWBCHsYWQiD2qQ0pi7ofs0oHSAjxlAMngdqhxs7TItB_BD0lcQ3YUZBLL0tQTAsZLCPwbFPQwovJ2jP9JTXdi7HDnOicL05J40s4Kq3IfCPA/s424/12308797_1252330144794174_7883050950687651210_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="424" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbzL0ks2NkxREN13EDr7z867u1LvkonSP_lxHHyvsk1JyWpZN137_rBg9LXlJbtUeIwXuy0x7dz3YwnJWBCHsYWQiD2qQ0pi7ofs0oHSAjxlAMngdqhxs7TItB_BD0lcQ3YUZBLL0tQTAsZLCPwbFPQwovJ2jP9JTXdi7HDnOicL05J40s4Kq3IfCPA/s320/12308797_1252330144794174_7883050950687651210_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large;">¡Feliz diciembre!</span></div></div><p></p>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-42498746876900982222023-11-08T10:29:00.001+01:002023-11-08T10:29:10.086+01:00El tiempo, Ay, el tiempo...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13mQzFP6MBCIjxJZb4MJJTqx-Yx2-ThdKTAwtKPoEHKf3-dcJAJmWq8Qy0Fjdkm0Krxin9U4a4FEopZHNBZL3yc9UowPexARcs97C6_mmoWW0relK-1_GblnnkDR9GElD4otSAqb2bWpb5GpvXVRvYLYTQ-Tnbt_DsFIAILeAaELW0l0Sp9613MrYUA/s845/3a7ded2c7e165f5c42086c3bf6cd251e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13mQzFP6MBCIjxJZb4MJJTqx-Yx2-ThdKTAwtKPoEHKf3-dcJAJmWq8Qy0Fjdkm0Krxin9U4a4FEopZHNBZL3yc9UowPexARcs97C6_mmoWW0relK-1_GblnnkDR9GElD4otSAqb2bWpb5GpvXVRvYLYTQ-Tnbt_DsFIAILeAaELW0l0Sp9613MrYUA/w268-h400/3a7ded2c7e165f5c42086c3bf6cd251e.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Desde finales de septiembre, he observado que en todos los supermercados, grandes almacenes, bazares están presentes productos relacionados con la navidad. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcEAj9sPHeA6nrZxgVXXRTd4OfA93pUqUwwZPkf3EaScGDHI4gohTHghiElpsnni4_XVnGWDzChh1o4sXCSey89Wm35S2Ji_kUcq8H73HGdaY6bHRHoN08xBqOlVoKlWZTSzK7xNCEO6X0PDXSUXXZdNHbAkE6Xctv-EuMqOcG9imfmt3zLrO1gMCd8Q/s626/398124296_732207812283879_914998982906261602_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="626" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcEAj9sPHeA6nrZxgVXXRTd4OfA93pUqUwwZPkf3EaScGDHI4gohTHghiElpsnni4_XVnGWDzChh1o4sXCSey89Wm35S2Ji_kUcq8H73HGdaY6bHRHoN08xBqOlVoKlWZTSzK7xNCEO6X0PDXSUXXZdNHbAkE6Xctv-EuMqOcG9imfmt3zLrO1gMCd8Q/w320-h400/398124296_732207812283879_914998982906261602_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Estamos en noviembre y yo aún estoy dando coletazos con el verano. Siento que el tiempo y yo no vamos en sintonía. Y mi espíritu navideño está perdido en no sé que caja olvidada del desván. Me parece que estoy sumida en un gran anacronismo.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Z2GdTsO6-TOzRSotyU6NAvDwIKdbK2eTSnP7wNQq-QB-U8JD5RfCf50c7PIZwJk6yAcjIB_ifzFx58J4UMjUpjeUKmA95-W4rHK4BkJESqMz4cXZdBMm1INQ8qX7oRQs1xBtj9TEnoK9zdPFOPR-xiht7VdPM9RfhJZ8CMEww6PrtrZPmKFJmPS0nw/s715/398724240_732240018937232_7622628998946499487_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="715" data-original-width="526" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Z2GdTsO6-TOzRSotyU6NAvDwIKdbK2eTSnP7wNQq-QB-U8JD5RfCf50c7PIZwJk6yAcjIB_ifzFx58J4UMjUpjeUKmA95-W4rHK4BkJESqMz4cXZdBMm1INQ8qX7oRQs1xBtj9TEnoK9zdPFOPR-xiht7VdPM9RfhJZ8CMEww6PrtrZPmKFJmPS0nw/w294-h400/398724240_732240018937232_7622628998946499487_n.jpg" width="294" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lo único que me apetece es disfrutar de este incipiente otoño; aunque, las prisas, la vorágine, la situación del mundo no son un reclamo para el disfrute.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5mScVEtcsBJYBA94XmzlfzG9DuyyWP-5LyZffsboCYj-fJeWFjZ-uiAlGzy0l2ac_5PCT8U33bdMONSntEICYYR-XkEc6ZTEDKkYbekZ7KJw8rECoGfi1s3L09cnC50mk7Nm6ywBjVuIx5qkEMzKdXiyBMvEqg442R3F2J9tdua39bIgqCYmWjWalw/s640/400180582_734073148753919_3622822478444885036_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5mScVEtcsBJYBA94XmzlfzG9DuyyWP-5LyZffsboCYj-fJeWFjZ-uiAlGzy0l2ac_5PCT8U33bdMONSntEICYYR-XkEc6ZTEDKkYbekZ7KJw8rECoGfi1s3L09cnC50mk7Nm6ywBjVuIx5qkEMzKdXiyBMvEqg442R3F2J9tdua39bIgqCYmWjWalw/s320/400180582_734073148753919_3622822478444885036_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Y ante este futuro incierto, me refugio entre versos, apacibles lecturas y pequeños paseos otoñales que aquietan un poco mi sentir</span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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color: #5f6368; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;">E</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">=MC²</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Einstein nos regaló un misterio</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>envuelto en una fórmula divina.</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Lo estudié, ay, lo estudié</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>en mi clase de física,</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Y cómo me ensanchó la mente,</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>que apenas lo intuía.</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Pero hoy lo sé</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>de otra manera más sencilla,</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>igual que siento el vértigo</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>de las estrellas frías.</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Pero hoy lo sé, ay, lo sé,</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>mientras la vida vuela</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>por dentro de mí misma.</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4d5156; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i>Ángeles Mora (Soñar con bicicletas)</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p></p>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-65456039319541176092023-10-25T10:11:00.005+02:002023-10-25T10:11:39.610+02:00Al son del viento<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_0u03V2UiCZSuRPRMhPvnaeKz7LCFexQhX9j1RYdrdCcTUxlsWVo8R91PSNOADE9zNDAeEYHYhrVt1TNnt6ZYRiG_DOT7Ag-fjEW1NYsrwKl3TQhnd58-Unr-rAQM4NI67QRFFFsahc2dzMvE9K4nBHzFedgjqHP1FKE1G-6Z1LHpRAl3azrF4FFaw/s711/ceea2515f985514feb956a30bfbbc9f7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="474" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_0u03V2UiCZSuRPRMhPvnaeKz7LCFexQhX9j1RYdrdCcTUxlsWVo8R91PSNOADE9zNDAeEYHYhrVt1TNnt6ZYRiG_DOT7Ag-fjEW1NYsrwKl3TQhnd58-Unr-rAQM4NI67QRFFFsahc2dzMvE9K4nBHzFedgjqHP1FKE1G-6Z1LHpRAl3azrF4FFaw/w266-h400/ceea2515f985514feb956a30bfbbc9f7.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">El viento y las hojas secas de los árboles forman una inigualable pareja de baile en las calles de la ciudad. </span></div><p></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ITkHj2HaUnMJ2ogRlPKocjMI1pU9YEB-N2kaMCbDNJ5jKM_-H4oV6I3SDvDeY-N-aGD7jFKIYCcK1YU6WradIVDNe4SXzyJjS9hwJca5nx_862idC39AjeCmtoOy2pS8FYuiT2LED-yG88aLlLYRK4U0VUNZeIHuf9eClbQec9KW_04l_RWyYbFdbA/s750/12006284_1205734932787029_8204806132217670339_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ITkHj2HaUnMJ2ogRlPKocjMI1pU9YEB-N2kaMCbDNJ5jKM_-H4oV6I3SDvDeY-N-aGD7jFKIYCcK1YU6WradIVDNe4SXzyJjS9hwJca5nx_862idC39AjeCmtoOy2pS8FYuiT2LED-yG88aLlLYRK4U0VUNZeIHuf9eClbQec9KW_04l_RWyYbFdbA/w266-h400/12006284_1205734932787029_8204806132217670339_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">El viento ágil de una tarde de otoño marca los pasos de las delicadas hojas que danzan y danzan hasta que, suave y lentamente, descienden alfombrando las aceras.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCc8L6ON-zGN7Ze5lTFzQ9yhKe1WWffjOTedNvmzeS7n4pfGvJc1lw45pKu8paQiDfRsaZz-pKOAJBL8zb4wxVQLMvl36hRgKttZwNwq_T1IsPrL9r8R3Ttz59uV-WRIuWwZVr96t23-1DTUuB6fZ5dvmjp7xMmcwCNGoGe3c0zt1af2Gv-y4o4ijgQQ/s800/242583761_5104381199589030_9099699491814438331_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="430" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCc8L6ON-zGN7Ze5lTFzQ9yhKe1WWffjOTedNvmzeS7n4pfGvJc1lw45pKu8paQiDfRsaZz-pKOAJBL8zb4wxVQLMvl36hRgKttZwNwq_T1IsPrL9r8R3Ttz59uV-WRIuWwZVr96t23-1DTUuB6fZ5dvmjp7xMmcwCNGoGe3c0zt1af2Gv-y4o4ijgQQ/w215-h400/242583761_5104381199589030_9099699491814438331_n.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Sonrío, sentada en un banco después de la tremolina que se ha formado. Disfruto del otoño que, por fin, ha llegado. Y pienso...</div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf-Itt_Q8lWSI3tGMLr2r6Ml5vf6tllUmOhLpqiyzIt62YrKbHWQVc-IgkppDfoXBomEtSFuNYtRRQHQ6MZKQSCRNrF_kEig12oU89S8creo0zfhoXeUY0Y5SAioyoaPrWGbpXiBz-peey5W5m4yt7tRnE3NG10tfl-2ckLlL2-Wr9YOYWeX_OEuGTw/s803/394212830_910542473763681_320333130255117288_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="803" data-original-width="562" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf-Itt_Q8lWSI3tGMLr2r6Ml5vf6tllUmOhLpqiyzIt62YrKbHWQVc-IgkppDfoXBomEtSFuNYtRRQHQ6MZKQSCRNrF_kEig12oU89S8creo0zfhoXeUY0Y5SAioyoaPrWGbpXiBz-peey5W5m4yt7tRnE3NG10tfl-2ckLlL2-Wr9YOYWeX_OEuGTw/w280-h400/394212830_910542473763681_320333130255117288_n.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> me gustaría ser árbol o ser hoja, desapegarme de algunas cosas, dejar ir aquellos pensamientos que duelen o situaciones del pasado que ya no me corresponden... volar alto, alto al son del viento...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSu3KBV2ajncTbnmaHD-LAsBAOY0PPvaTiqtLQ9XfVIUo7pS6rF_udjilVlCj2LoLUDU-jpJyu0jKtc2MV3eCQwYdf95i-bJmAsci7DGyhh-2SeexatybY-K84DUscouXPrWPJYQyGtlk2ukx0TMu2tCBpSE-vxnUdjKqAxJ-lxz5wUztjBZoZVxDE5g/s844/391695011_905258774292051_8345490242921037811_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="704" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSu3KBV2ajncTbnmaHD-LAsBAOY0PPvaTiqtLQ9XfVIUo7pS6rF_udjilVlCj2LoLUDU-jpJyu0jKtc2MV3eCQwYdf95i-bJmAsci7DGyhh-2SeexatybY-K84DUscouXPrWPJYQyGtlk2ukx0TMu2tCBpSE-vxnUdjKqAxJ-lxz5wUztjBZoZVxDE5g/s320/391695011_905258774292051_8345490242921037811_n.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Octubre ya se está yendo, y apenas me he dado cuenta de su presencia.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Intentaré estos días aprovechar su especial encanto. Dicen que el otoño es la estación del alma, momento de mirar para dentro y volver a renacer con el nuevo año.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0V02xO_yjrG_xFDvjqOQPOufhtd6rY6qFKNbutJe_7AxhDGTVUWSuz44psEPstSMyTeaafh8HQSdS8WcbMK4iVe9OLihVVksjsg6o55uZmoTXwVd9FK4LQJ3R2ytuqRZoAGpRt6-EstFIfe9i10nR0z3eqmI3qz9zFbqsr8Rsu8gzYZ7GBgljpDYOAg/s2048/394226090_861714445353615_5709985329230567340_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1568" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0V02xO_yjrG_xFDvjqOQPOufhtd6rY6qFKNbutJe_7AxhDGTVUWSuz44psEPstSMyTeaafh8HQSdS8WcbMK4iVe9OLihVVksjsg6o55uZmoTXwVd9FK4LQJ3R2ytuqRZoAGpRt6-EstFIfe9i10nR0z3eqmI3qz9zFbqsr8Rsu8gzYZ7GBgljpDYOAg/s320/394226090_861714445353615_5709985329230567340_n.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Ay, árbol del vivir,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">árbol de la ilusión y de los desengaños,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">de las revelaciones.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Cuando te agita el viento de la edad,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">las hojas secas se caen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Pero en la rama aún verde de la infancia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">-la que está más arriba, la que en la luz se mueve-</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">canta el jilguero.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> La rama verde (Eloy Sánchez Rosillo)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-78546149985403803082023-09-19T11:37:00.001+02:002023-09-19T11:37:27.667+02:00RETAZOS DE MI PUEBLO (2)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp09Xz3zLA5qgu7yLZyGJpSkPTf8_iBn-YkO6NQuc_4u5TCllNm79Z_3pd80IZHXCAuMpDLOiHLPrtcnW_J6d3qXcPDbjcKc_zvpbk02OCTQQoDokrYro5cDHF9Lt0EKP86wDW8O6xmRJrCVhoAFbIyglO3jdHXjSx9QevF0xb2z2WMbD5dnmAzJlX2Q/s3962/20230917_124057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3962" data-original-width="2653" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp09Xz3zLA5qgu7yLZyGJpSkPTf8_iBn-YkO6NQuc_4u5TCllNm79Z_3pd80IZHXCAuMpDLOiHLPrtcnW_J6d3qXcPDbjcKc_zvpbk02OCTQQoDokrYro5cDHF9Lt0EKP86wDW8O6xmRJrCVhoAFbIyglO3jdHXjSx9QevF0xb2z2WMbD5dnmAzJlX2Q/w268-h400/20230917_124057.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Me encanta pasear por las calles de mi pueblo; en septiembre parece que la soledad se cierne sobre ellas, como mi paso pausado y silencioso, aunque, aún puedo escuchar el bullicio y la algarabía de los meses de verano cuando las gentes afluyen por doquier y el pueblo baila al son de la charanga "Los sociables" y de las jotas manchegas.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdse_NkIQ2TRUtXfaRH97fSCyzVigh71owE6bX5xXqfuGAeuMR0Hw-Q0rKf479T1XCW41c9s01uWfMzWFhSCB5xwxpr5gUDnAziq3UMLsZA9eiyFtN78Wq5mQESYyPNTAUukWtaT3MnfhJ6LNTKDPIyhl4NkyLICH5aYk-_gxx4JeidJsr8AAGTL589w/s3995/20230824_143625%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3995" data-original-width="2925" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdse_NkIQ2TRUtXfaRH97fSCyzVigh71owE6bX5xXqfuGAeuMR0Hw-Q0rKf479T1XCW41c9s01uWfMzWFhSCB5xwxpr5gUDnAziq3UMLsZA9eiyFtN78Wq5mQESYyPNTAUukWtaT3MnfhJ6LNTKDPIyhl4NkyLICH5aYk-_gxx4JeidJsr8AAGTL589w/w293-h400/20230824_143625%20(2).jpg" width="293" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Al llegar a la plaza rememoro los pasados días de verano y recuerdo con cariño los momentos vividos y disfrutados. Con gratitud, pienso en todos los actos a los que he asistido y a los muchos más que he faltado. </span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfARwdG02NqLBjIYf7-D_7Rl9jNeoeYTDjQWXUEoZEwrZknpQX7uWvDxk70s-0gDDTeGxZni43wLrV61JiXZy2qXetU1-yIEjZtUhxDJDKVHCItcNT8rF8cBDA_zwghDC4FOop1iAk54Z9kjpXvclyGlNYPom6okF2HO93X4lCStfXj81gXmfkSPmAcQ/s2048/361622562_591845936456976_1260806017024237934_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1371" data-original-width="2048" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfARwdG02NqLBjIYf7-D_7Rl9jNeoeYTDjQWXUEoZEwrZknpQX7uWvDxk70s-0gDDTeGxZni43wLrV61JiXZy2qXetU1-yIEjZtUhxDJDKVHCItcNT8rF8cBDA_zwghDC4FOop1iAk54Z9kjpXvclyGlNYPom6okF2HO93X4lCStfXj81gXmfkSPmAcQ/w400-h268/361622562_591845936456976_1260806017024237934_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">En el Museo de Arte Contemporáneo se inauguró la exposición de fotografía de Patricia Allende, hermana de la fallecida Ouka Leele: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">‘𝐕𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐦á𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨’. Un magnífico derroche de imaginación, naturalez y sueños. Imperdible</span></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsXebkdwXLMZeCZIQ_L5nSrrY_1JQVz96GiTZFiBXO_uPhE16f26VA0-l5QDPDMKr1U2BKRCQaUMMDkc_fvIUPqXClfZE9W23L47C8gAxKqgXLDzol3AFFeg_cEcaLnUzQblYbQsDsr2ekB9PmJPlPBCFfgeUhxSmV8Hq1QEgUBX_Nd0pH1583vU8nQ/s1192/332311680_220805333638303_858539139775212683_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1192" data-original-width="843" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsXebkdwXLMZeCZIQ_L5nSrrY_1JQVz96GiTZFiBXO_uPhE16f26VA0-l5QDPDMKr1U2BKRCQaUMMDkc_fvIUPqXClfZE9W23L47C8gAxKqgXLDzol3AFFeg_cEcaLnUzQblYbQsDsr2ekB9PmJPlPBCFfgeUhxSmV8Hq1QEgUBX_Nd0pH1583vU8nQ/w453-h640/332311680_220805333638303_858539139775212683_n.jpg" width="453" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">En "La Casa de Rueda" se expone la obra de Manuel Lucas, conocido por su mote "El pirulo". Un infanteño totalmente autodidacta que sin saber leer ni escribir dedicó gran parte de su vida a la pintura. Gran amigo de mi padre, nos ha contado una y mil aventuras vividas cuando ambos trabajaban en la fabrica de harinas, y el "hermano pirulo" aprovechaba cualquier rincón de las paredes para recrear sus pinturas... </span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLIHG1yZthc9LqEWt9VqeV5Ktj1_KHWgbqtMxDOiYB5nBH5zDPxw6mIBfnBBjSAtBuj2di6tPNuzfcpYdiLasgbcNePJ9J6PFhxQww7UmztrIo6-hhghZzMs8kfbHDO4D9v4-FAOQPP4kRbs9uFyKD7KRoa0R4Z_dSJ8qrHEzDypBEiOsbqT4mxccK5A/s315/366036140_607819091526327_3110569891937008048_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="315" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLIHG1yZthc9LqEWt9VqeV5Ktj1_KHWgbqtMxDOiYB5nBH5zDPxw6mIBfnBBjSAtBuj2di6tPNuzfcpYdiLasgbcNePJ9J6PFhxQww7UmztrIo6-hhghZzMs8kfbHDO4D9v4-FAOQPP4kRbs9uFyKD7KRoa0R4Z_dSJ8qrHEzDypBEiOsbqT4mxccK5A/w400-h400/366036140_607819091526327_3110569891937008048_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Espectacular ha quedado el interior de los Silos. Realizado por el proyecto Titanes. Este singular edificio está colaborado con la Asociación Okuda y ADIN (Asociación de Amigos de la Discapacidad intelectual de Infantes) </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBluZFn4_RqsHvAS7F_ZBn1yUIbOuIDmiw2-0Ak_JIjs7PdTHzUa-vgmOykvvZK5P8xJI8oqpdC8OTOuiFPRuNbNvTxga41yKM6VuarovLWlD0vP46ycG5ERfkZnHRKV-SS5HkdtrxqOoTEhs0UiOTHz4InIPhC29EwNlRCATdmDMLO_xJaFsnEFmnQ/s2048/369044594_6837296299648737_6992061761909612289_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBluZFn4_RqsHvAS7F_ZBn1yUIbOuIDmiw2-0Ak_JIjs7PdTHzUa-vgmOykvvZK5P8xJI8oqpdC8OTOuiFPRuNbNvTxga41yKM6VuarovLWlD0vP46ycG5ERfkZnHRKV-SS5HkdtrxqOoTEhs0UiOTHz4InIPhC29EwNlRCATdmDMLO_xJaFsnEFmnQ/w400-h300/369044594_6837296299648737_6992061761909612289_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">También hubo cabida para la presentación de varios libros escritos por autores relacionados con el Campo de Montiel. Mi amiga y compañera de la Orden, Presen Pérez presentó su último poemario " Perfiles, reflexiones y miradas". Conmovedor poemario en el que recuerda su labor profesional como educadora de niños con discapacidad. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFt53AMljvqKOGhzkx_3M3BjF9jN2ElTaj0MqopRPImAN99KtOXLHEWxm3dJ5ZOxH3IUvSJTN0ezgMNRTUYVnFKxD4g_S5firpUy9tO2q8OsOgqXgYC9Buh6hzSWV2JndL09Atir1o1Qz5J6uLbiTte5sg33uxXbVqoukBA3rM2coar-oO_3jWPdRsWg/s1600/365314848_606411478333755_1541486841853454239_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1131" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFt53AMljvqKOGhzkx_3M3BjF9jN2ElTaj0MqopRPImAN99KtOXLHEWxm3dJ5ZOxH3IUvSJTN0ezgMNRTUYVnFKxD4g_S5firpUy9tO2q8OsOgqXgYC9Buh6hzSWV2JndL09Atir1o1Qz5J6uLbiTte5sg33uxXbVqoukBA3rM2coar-oO_3jWPdRsWg/w283-h400/365314848_606411478333755_1541486841853454239_n.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><br /><span style="text-align: justify;">Y por último para esta entrada, os cuento que asistí a una original representación teatral sobre las figuras femeninas del universo lorquiano. Debo reconocer que me sorprendió gratamente y disfruté de la original puesta en escena. Todos los actores son amateurs y todos estuvieron magistrales.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMACKkcAuwmNY1F6bVP2iQkSYWBY92v0HYxjcLHyVwXhYFeOstupP7Im7iqDQvQBbQYpfHixMCIP5WcLLOOYWjH7NQ8ZjeLlfpcDno4dKa3qBfI3p5O4WPmgqnqLduCxQDGR5htpadRnwCb3mghYJUjMgRtSuxu87oCeaSHlmhdHW4_w3-W_d3-AIAwQ/s2048/369675067_611139131194323_6577865756739472670_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMACKkcAuwmNY1F6bVP2iQkSYWBY92v0HYxjcLHyVwXhYFeOstupP7Im7iqDQvQBbQYpfHixMCIP5WcLLOOYWjH7NQ8ZjeLlfpcDno4dKa3qBfI3p5O4WPmgqnqLduCxQDGR5htpadRnwCb3mghYJUjMgRtSuxu87oCeaSHlmhdHW4_w3-W_d3-AIAwQ/w400-h266/369675067_611139131194323_6577865756739472670_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Estar ahí con la luz en la mirada</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">era algo más que trabajo,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">era llegar al corazón del hombre,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">era sentir que aún queda esperanza,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">era llegar a cuerpos derrotados,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">era verter afecto como un don,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">era cuidar su desaliño interno,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">era recomponer pedazos rotos</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">de su autoestima,</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">era darse y no sé</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">si fui capaz de hacerlo</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">pero bien sabe Dios que lo intenté.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Presentación Pérez González</span></span></div><p></p><p></p>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-25703910017475902942023-09-11T10:23:00.005+02:002023-09-11T10:25:58.232+02:00RETAZOS DE MI PUEBLO (1)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOksjIHBLeTj9unp-OuAoRx4560TbXMWAx5ajhGgVF4t1bokhLQTcN8i6jA9N5er95pO2ynZhh-H5Zx4gvgdO5AExgxAqh9cIrmhPql2vYUd23r9rXxJ3g_7BuxHIDWHvb7YkQ44O1giAjZ1EsnIW0aREqMbzBE74XgOk0LLpjOo8x59qUjbei9nMSTA/s846/0794541ce4bde69b220e0f56ab62b2d8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOksjIHBLeTj9unp-OuAoRx4560TbXMWAx5ajhGgVF4t1bokhLQTcN8i6jA9N5er95pO2ynZhh-H5Zx4gvgdO5AExgxAqh9cIrmhPql2vYUd23r9rXxJ3g_7BuxHIDWHvb7YkQ44O1giAjZ1EsnIW0aREqMbzBE74XgOk0LLpjOo8x59qUjbei9nMSTA/w266-h400/0794541ce4bde69b220e0f56ab62b2d8.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">He dejado aparcada mi bicicleta de color azul en el pueblo hasta la vuelta, que intuyo será pronto. Pero los recuerdos del verano van y vienen mientras los quehaceres cotidianos y la rutina regresan de nuevo.</span></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge4SX0yFg8Q5-VEu3cKMDyNf_mmWyPlrCtSYY2S06OjA4lT-dxHFgmX7rGWrVv9xAIARRpFy-YZGK0puU6YwM7eiPuDZdJVOKakuKg4P7k5XqTb2yqgGSgxIhEI1wz8e0ZC2-wYFV9i0qnUjtHgaB99Sz9HStzrEqQ7Ae691eHOrZyi1ZPtDwnpnx2PQ/s846/065b13cfcb6e35223a9ed3b33d746768.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="563" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge4SX0yFg8Q5-VEu3cKMDyNf_mmWyPlrCtSYY2S06OjA4lT-dxHFgmX7rGWrVv9xAIARRpFy-YZGK0puU6YwM7eiPuDZdJVOKakuKg4P7k5XqTb2yqgGSgxIhEI1wz8e0ZC2-wYFV9i0qnUjtHgaB99Sz9HStzrEqQ7Ae691eHOrZyi1ZPtDwnpnx2PQ/w266-h400/065b13cfcb6e35223a9ed3b33d746768.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"> Hace "muchooooooo" tiempo que no pasaba los dos meses de verano en el pueblo. Me ha sorprendido la cantidad y variada oferta cultural que hemos disfrutado los infanteños. En esta entrada, sólo me referiré a aquellas en las que he tenido el honor de participar.</div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-kgiCyaX6mKITNSyQo2ZkiBJMQWGpcEBJnegWYzbYRSV2xpla5vlJeqFRShdUx2KDXaiujHK6LjNqq3R7bgrTctx3HhmnTqq6z_F6LTHKUgSwXpx99On52rmbM15Z8g5QdhQFjdVpiK6maiJcD4AQBiYRS1mjOWIgIkUkIXRlxR2SNeBOVH82NbDnw/s2048/365457112_6393384937443050_3470748576479348311_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-kgiCyaX6mKITNSyQo2ZkiBJMQWGpcEBJnegWYzbYRSV2xpla5vlJeqFRShdUx2KDXaiujHK6LjNqq3R7bgrTctx3HhmnTqq6z_F6LTHKUgSwXpx99On52rmbM15Z8g5QdhQFjdVpiK6maiJcD4AQBiYRS1mjOWIgIkUkIXRlxR2SNeBOVH82NbDnw/w300-h400/365457112_6393384937443050_3470748576479348311_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">Han abierto una cafetería-librería "Buena letra". Para mí, un lugar maravilloso, tranquilo, y con la buena compañía de buenas lecturas.</div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDGEkJZDUG1Vm2w42OGXzMLVoENIIWU7YVw5i4oc4O9afmPmNgXgD2ODWpWHZPnx9e8v0TJSYFjsoF9xtuCYh6nHnSnUb7cMUiySpQavHZnGODIlJCaiD8PuHJU2NZ5Lh7yY5DU9fJzaFvwV73QOloonmsK8YxrWNbfOyVQCT8URs0hQ1ttkSmM6mng/s2048/365676140_6393616690753208_747004764053866682_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDGEkJZDUG1Vm2w42OGXzMLVoENIIWU7YVw5i4oc4O9afmPmNgXgD2ODWpWHZPnx9e8v0TJSYFjsoF9xtuCYh6nHnSnUb7cMUiySpQavHZnGODIlJCaiD8PuHJU2NZ5Lh7yY5DU9fJzaFvwV73QOloonmsK8YxrWNbfOyVQCT8URs0hQ1ttkSmM6mng/w300-h400/365676140_6393616690753208_747004764053866682_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">Buenos ratos he pasado en este rincón, hojeando libros, degustando deliciosos dulces y e incluso algún vinito, eso sí, los vinos son todos de la comarca del "Campo de Montiel".</div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwLg13ae31ppsNFzP89v8Gxqi7cR5kKD16HebszIm-xMi63xtKVGnsS3XZjlrQZ2ehd4XzQfNsAHo45rEjCEG82nAJIuJrx2J8wZoBzWo8BE2gbTFh3iPZ1Ef3FwyoyG7LOKHTuARzRvHgYoyr35VQoAIsXw4NgfWUjmFJi3RXE5leOSBBocm89jAnA/s2048/369654293_610633014578268_2469384352190794085_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwLg13ae31ppsNFzP89v8Gxqi7cR5kKD16HebszIm-xMi63xtKVGnsS3XZjlrQZ2ehd4XzQfNsAHo45rEjCEG82nAJIuJrx2J8wZoBzWo8BE2gbTFh3iPZ1Ef3FwyoyG7LOKHTuARzRvHgYoyr35VQoAIsXw4NgfWUjmFJi3RXE5leOSBBocm89jAnA/w400-h268/369654293_610633014578268_2469384352190794085_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Unos días antes de la fiestas, la Asociación de folklore Cruz de Santiago organiza una "ruta de patios", se intenta dar a conocer patios típicos manchegos que normalmente no se pueden visitar. En cada patio, la rondalla suele cantar canciones típicas de mi pueblo, después de la lectura de un fragmento de "El Quijote".</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBgxaXkMN9kAsbArcdL5iX8Lh5q9aOiDKDhI7K98uyWljycGjlUJ86HhJ0XpdHVBf8g_asEDX3erI_0VciNF1km1bxzL_xsX1Pl3A-R7akusPqCDl7VjVQ93VfW5aGOG_d9PIwo6jk-yZlCQqQqblWG4unUwqmLyUiESwSe5R-WfosYiy8r4Qiu-rgw/s2048/369634625_610633137911589_3735036003017110538_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBgxaXkMN9kAsbArcdL5iX8Lh5q9aOiDKDhI7K98uyWljycGjlUJ86HhJ0XpdHVBf8g_asEDX3erI_0VciNF1km1bxzL_xsX1Pl3A-R7akusPqCDl7VjVQ93VfW5aGOG_d9PIwo6jk-yZlCQqQqblWG4unUwqmLyUiESwSe5R-WfosYiy8r4Qiu-rgw/w266-h400/369634625_610633137911589_3735036003017110538_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /> </span><span face="Google Sans, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202124;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 28px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Aprovechando que el patio de la casa de mis abuelos está arreglada, leí el comienzo del capítulo II de la segunda parte del gran libro de D. Miguel de Cervantes.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face="Google Sans, arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202124;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #202124;"><span style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Google Sans", arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT03paFIy8rKs-Y957umeXX6MuwvYMJG7cQIC956y96guO4c0vzP3ixBIF5bPumQ6BaXK9BDK-qzjnihpyuwEKHZkXkqMD0-LGKdm2vBoK_2bMGvL6r0HGGUymjDqsKdRxYzNniic1o24xCeIz0fvxd_bN1InYSl9Apezr8w4q2nkF6Ufc1u2PHehKqg/s2048/370354703_1957463327959197_8939611622149147464_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT03paFIy8rKs-Y957umeXX6MuwvYMJG7cQIC956y96guO4c0vzP3ixBIF5bPumQ6BaXK9BDK-qzjnihpyuwEKHZkXkqMD0-LGKdm2vBoK_2bMGvL6r0HGGUymjDqsKdRxYzNniic1o24xCeIz0fvxd_bN1InYSl9Apezr8w4q2nkF6Ufc1u2PHehKqg/s320/370354703_1957463327959197_8939611622149147464_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Google Sans, arial, sans-serif" style="font-family: verdana;">El último viernes del mes de agosto, </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">celebramos la XLI Edición del Certamen Poético Internacional de la Orden Literaria Francisco de Quevedo de la que formo parte. En esta ocasión, tuve que presentar a la Mantenedora del Certamen que este año ha sido la escritora Natividad Cepeda Serrano.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #202124;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytK1juj9u3y7-DQaeeewCYAXqWIyCD6lyGFst7zjYHHSTSRC0UpsNOKXoBVQKtfsw8zDTvSPn8LKBPZ_zQzuyTFPIIIZNX-_Yuj0Kkzn6fTZALGNXgefj6auUDBITSw_HC1kYd8osyAvt1vcuxneH9u2tcPEozl-QgWFvuC9qGvW8lkh9MQVq4bc8Og/s2048/371113888_6865516683493365_7869199328715285103_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytK1juj9u3y7-DQaeeewCYAXqWIyCD6lyGFst7zjYHHSTSRC0UpsNOKXoBVQKtfsw8zDTvSPn8LKBPZ_zQzuyTFPIIIZNX-_Yuj0Kkzn6fTZALGNXgefj6auUDBITSw_HC1kYd8osyAvt1vcuxneH9u2tcPEozl-QgWFvuC9qGvW8lkh9MQVq4bc8Og/s320/371113888_6865516683493365_7869199328715285103_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span></span></span></div><p></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Esta es la tierra de gente dura, los que se callan</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>sin queja alguna. Los que parecen dolmen </i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>de piedra cuando el cansancio merma las fuerzas.</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Esta <a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer;" tabindex="-1"></a>es la tierra de los juglares sin más fortuna</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>que su salario, exiguo a veces, esos que hablan </i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>de ese silencio que deja el viento sobre los sueños </i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>que se murieron, y no se marchan de las aldeas, </i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>de las ciudades ni de los pueblos.</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Yo soy la greda que absorbe esta injusticia</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>llena de fango, obscena y ruin. </i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Épico canto para mi tierra. </i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Para esa gente que crea riqueza</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>y que subsiste sin más hazaña que su trabajo.</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Por todos ellos yo soy altiva como las vides</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>de mi heredad. Por todos ellos yo soy almendro</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>libre y rebelde como los trigos que en julio mueren</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>y se hacen pan. Esta es la tierra que paga impuestos </i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>y sostiene la sinrazón de la calumnia en esta estigia</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>que va dejando vacíos los pueblos de vida nueva.</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>La que soporta robos y abusos; la que no aprende</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>a protestar es olvidada y nadie sale a defenderla…</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Esta mi tierra labrada y bella tendida al sol.</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Natividad Cepeda</i></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">Del poemario "Abrazando el paisaje"</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIooZExAgnYu4wOWiRLcPrYPurAcrVgwKf3Kt129Az_oQZV91gUSUChncrWcn1BBV60-5qh9PrHaS3vmsS4OLu4P_m5vDUGLxF3hNhMkCSAQEdfwZN2t6PiW6SfDXbB3f1l3TXKA5YQ_kTQNMRyAt2DySGlw5vjgwEyaq3RBk6P1Lpp4yVRXBWWL5MWg/s2048/369679757_612073237767579_1243479395465478475_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIooZExAgnYu4wOWiRLcPrYPurAcrVgwKf3Kt129Az_oQZV91gUSUChncrWcn1BBV60-5qh9PrHaS3vmsS4OLu4P_m5vDUGLxF3hNhMkCSAQEdfwZN2t6PiW6SfDXbB3f1l3TXKA5YQ_kTQNMRyAt2DySGlw5vjgwEyaq3RBk6P1Lpp4yVRXBWWL5MWg/s320/369679757_612073237767579_1243479395465478475_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-75540103101987742622023-08-07T09:00:00.005+02:002023-08-07T09:00:00.132+02:00Vacaciones<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRG27EprFzvWz84DDFA1wiG7DuwwdEys4kh2ft19-boFqyyUh079CbuH70QYgP46lj1yBmVBHxALE0vU3UvyYP849GKh2E_QmYCT0slTwCq_kEdH5cUpYZ_0A2d_DT9dN6ObNBL5A5sjpjTY-0wTAX1aJ-mjbVtvWryEZrcv3pBd-njWj6GbdDrf4XdQ/s981/360112777_813245560254456_6466957997742284405_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="981" data-original-width="736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRG27EprFzvWz84DDFA1wiG7DuwwdEys4kh2ft19-boFqyyUh079CbuH70QYgP46lj1yBmVBHxALE0vU3UvyYP849GKh2E_QmYCT0slTwCq_kEdH5cUpYZ_0A2d_DT9dN6ObNBL5A5sjpjTY-0wTAX1aJ-mjbVtvWryEZrcv3pBd-njWj6GbdDrf4XdQ/w300-h400/360112777_813245560254456_6466957997742284405_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div> <p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">El tiempo no se detiene, agosto transcurre plácidamente con sus días de fiesta y de descanso. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-1Wxa6QNvzlnf1hL1M4f9pNv-Vnq66Q6hWMr2u_r8xQX-D2WVYiabeCp8n2GvA00B3MiNknxWOyaIzfBf_1W5eBDuMhFZQdtHK6Dw15Gr1nYUpt5pxt-1QrSTcLegCoJAXFrBzpELB9nULWpVw6e398-Li4xv537uK9Wqrshiipdy9DbOI_JpVlQsA/s981/362630645_813245223587823_5332570958451413034_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="981" data-original-width="736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-1Wxa6QNvzlnf1hL1M4f9pNv-Vnq66Q6hWMr2u_r8xQX-D2WVYiabeCp8n2GvA00B3MiNknxWOyaIzfBf_1W5eBDuMhFZQdtHK6Dw15Gr1nYUpt5pxt-1QrSTcLegCoJAXFrBzpELB9nULWpVw6e398-Li4xv537uK9Wqrshiipdy9DbOI_JpVlQsA/w300-h400/362630645_813245223587823_5332570958451413034_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> Disfruto de los momentos apacibles que me regala, de vez en cuando, algún día. Aunque el calor me deja exhausta y me refugio entre las páginas de un libro.</div></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5WiPQSVQvmsC1TjTSSjAIi6UJf4fmyrmvVayBcEgGOCATtxXZU4NKB4z75ghPS-9nMOPh2WMlJReHKEBmkiIIwcjkULiSJwvh-5KHiXM62OR00s6P1Nt1BxVHPsC_nRFuUJYXMvgO4Ca0nsm_dKLrGd4Ai8xNYGiawwvipakotBYX3qFuPVY9GIQXXA/s1106/362629930_813245756921103_3222329758795042102_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1106" data-original-width="736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5WiPQSVQvmsC1TjTSSjAIi6UJf4fmyrmvVayBcEgGOCATtxXZU4NKB4z75ghPS-9nMOPh2WMlJReHKEBmkiIIwcjkULiSJwvh-5KHiXM62OR00s6P1Nt1BxVHPsC_nRFuUJYXMvgO4Ca0nsm_dKLrGd4Ai8xNYGiawwvipakotBYX3qFuPVY9GIQXXA/w266-h400/362629930_813245756921103_3222329758795042102_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Me gustaría imaginarme sentada a la orilla de algún lago, qué quietud.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiqy9TSc2ylIEspAPL4nXoFcYjNcrX5VfByqevwbM-n8aLaVP9nywfvlp-a_eChVSCqSksCrxm8KP-2AgrRb3WVXEPLn5DS3E_LKY73DmV9m6t9gn1l_1Ac54nuJsyuSheBXei-HHJNbTYb6c5_6564c28hXkyM5N-RS1z3icJY53oRYp9vdEgznbLg/s981/362636472_813245700254442_9077538912749102423_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="981" data-original-width="735" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiqy9TSc2ylIEspAPL4nXoFcYjNcrX5VfByqevwbM-n8aLaVP9nywfvlp-a_eChVSCqSksCrxm8KP-2AgrRb3WVXEPLn5DS3E_LKY73DmV9m6t9gn1l_1Ac54nuJsyuSheBXei-HHJNbTYb6c5_6564c28hXkyM5N-RS1z3icJY53oRYp9vdEgznbLg/w300-h400/362636472_813245700254442_9077538912749102423_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", sans-serif;">"...El lago pensativo al fondo del paisaje</span></i></b><span style="color: #29303b; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", sans-serif;"> </span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", sans-serif;">Me vuelve a hablar de tu serenidad.</span></i></b><span style="color: #29303b; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", sans-serif;">Los caminos que seguiste, hoy me señalan el mío,</span></i></b><span style="color: #29303b; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", sans-serif;"> </span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", sans-serif;">Aunque jamás sabrás que te llevo conmigo..."<span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic",sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></b></p></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">M</span><span style="color: #050505; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">arguerite Yourcenar</span></span><p></p></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #050505; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #050505; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6LgTMHjjPFVQq4owHv285EUGok_3Tn3QhZAksBGMGYFCsgckvkpIacupKVFkKNPGn5kkDascbhMmDOxF9bJ2qdQeXl3uZkjOc5x0xbiavmI12saK066OFR5F69fQ0cD0wne6_FS5-ST5hhaT9gFnTEia9s_rRL9bXKE5_wtsa99xLSyBZQcRvZ-sCwg/s981/362640282_813245730254439_8527138887067731316_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="981" data-original-width="736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6LgTMHjjPFVQq4owHv285EUGok_3Tn3QhZAksBGMGYFCsgckvkpIacupKVFkKNPGn5kkDascbhMmDOxF9bJ2qdQeXl3uZkjOc5x0xbiavmI12saK066OFR5F69fQ0cD0wne6_FS5-ST5hhaT9gFnTEia9s_rRL9bXKE5_wtsa99xLSyBZQcRvZ-sCwg/w300-h400/362640282_813245730254439_8527138887067731316_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-82780692138410926932023-06-30T12:00:00.006+02:002023-06-30T12:00:50.051+02:00Las virtudes del huerto<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijcMfB4h67-TW1lasnYvldA51HHffyw9WY47xW6qg2aCw8DvfTqhkTLbttiJXRgs1dVecnnzC6kOJRLf94PTega_pEpevUdsUiTkaF0KsyNv1eUTEKfMjzoZrE26a-t2VmjBXABn8sm1RVqj9QuHLwc2EYNAoWYWmr2oNHJwNldFlXNyUEs0Tk1WwMEg/s750/171147626_2912901998995394_6801315062886247907_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijcMfB4h67-TW1lasnYvldA51HHffyw9WY47xW6qg2aCw8DvfTqhkTLbttiJXRgs1dVecnnzC6kOJRLf94PTega_pEpevUdsUiTkaF0KsyNv1eUTEKfMjzoZrE26a-t2VmjBXABn8sm1RVqj9QuHLwc2EYNAoWYWmr2oNHJwNldFlXNyUEs0Tk1WwMEg/w266-h400/171147626_2912901998995394_6801315062886247907_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">El caluroso y bochornoso verano ha llegado de lleno por estas tierras, el mundo sigue tan revuelto o más que en invierno. Tengo muchas tareas que atender y apenas me queda tiempo para asomarme a esta ventanita. Creedme, lo echo mucho de menos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ccA2TzT1fdmke6vGQp-6JVEoFROxQ8WSOBkf8BG6o_vQnTSyydWeYdHHJniqlyxzxGwsW-m-NZWSz2d9LVO4aeEv2EFKDG4iJvwXVysTYVcHGJms8TP4SwT5vvgZCBaVOVMYDEZnMmFgE0DDutJTyLIUYSVzlyQdqm8aW9zVjdsnhzCrREiIvH3m5A/s600/125428698_3916560061711466_7388237716305934533_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="405" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ccA2TzT1fdmke6vGQp-6JVEoFROxQ8WSOBkf8BG6o_vQnTSyydWeYdHHJniqlyxzxGwsW-m-NZWSz2d9LVO4aeEv2EFKDG4iJvwXVysTYVcHGJms8TP4SwT5vvgZCBaVOVMYDEZnMmFgE0DDutJTyLIUYSVzlyQdqm8aW9zVjdsnhzCrREiIvH3m5A/w270-h400/125428698_3916560061711466_7388237716305934533_n.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Hace poco, he leído que no es imprescindible tener un jardín para sentir la felicidad que procura el contacto con las plantas y la tierra. El disponer de la pequeña oportunidad de atender siquiera a una pequeña planta en un rinconcito de nuestra casa, nos otorga la posibilidad de cuidar de un un trocito de este mundo. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5x2EZZhhAz4-3lJvzA-QM_PGxnRncH8KQi5yaVsMx1wbmCH-zxUM8IWRr1WUAYPhyBJsD1hZ093SNgE9SfSuUFLMZZDluqWdlfikwdZAYe_lXGCq_YrhWWu-zkVrk0EVJlJ44dZDSAMLJHDOimMeb_JfrseSVRAWA2u1_Of3eoP-STTStU-moVi6bWA/s745/245505691_3052094425076150_2163513507341284344_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="745" data-original-width="578" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5x2EZZhhAz4-3lJvzA-QM_PGxnRncH8KQi5yaVsMx1wbmCH-zxUM8IWRr1WUAYPhyBJsD1hZ093SNgE9SfSuUFLMZZDluqWdlfikwdZAYe_lXGCq_YrhWWu-zkVrk0EVJlJ44dZDSAMLJHDOimMeb_JfrseSVRAWA2u1_Of3eoP-STTStU-moVi6bWA/s320/245505691_3052094425076150_2163513507341284344_n.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Lo cierto es que cada vez me enamora más el contacto con la naturaleza, contemplar, observar, y trabajar la tierra... y la mente. Mente y tierra.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWpsVu_Uvx3PFcrrS7CuS0AtounLHE6opNKhdukC1zOp4Lvp3feV_02r7cAiN-EodEkdwW5ZudyG62tBYN11ptPL_RVYLxfp720inxfBoqq2gxgel-L4nL5_Vb5XFP5WgWc890WozcuSRAvlRkU1wvNr8JnXcStbNpDXyjTyW7bECIFPquYLsuVGRiA/s600/170719875_2912901442328783_4583558941089167303_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="399" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWpsVu_Uvx3PFcrrS7CuS0AtounLHE6opNKhdukC1zOp4Lvp3feV_02r7cAiN-EodEkdwW5ZudyG62tBYN11ptPL_RVYLxfp720inxfBoqq2gxgel-L4nL5_Vb5XFP5WgWc890WozcuSRAvlRkU1wvNr8JnXcStbNpDXyjTyW7bECIFPquYLsuVGRiA/w266-h400/170719875_2912901442328783_4583558941089167303_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Los extremos rigores del clima también hace mella en el jardín, en el huerto y en mí. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxSZMGOICUpITB1B5Q9pmRvGvYJjlbB0QIDe_5jPY-aG2TfrRW2FRKKgzQiUBjrUgEPEE0Ihkcs3svAiF57cWEMPogtQPRpI7XhQ7zDjS4rDn0spP513cQ1xqRg5O-ieFtXS-7C1UaVnlf6BxNnQ2hAbtzTlE-oeg8qEf98i26E2MitU5lV6PbeaWoA/s813/170611377_2912921272326800_2744710417189855341_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="813" data-original-width="543" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxSZMGOICUpITB1B5Q9pmRvGvYJjlbB0QIDe_5jPY-aG2TfrRW2FRKKgzQiUBjrUgEPEE0Ihkcs3svAiF57cWEMPogtQPRpI7XhQ7zDjS4rDn0spP513cQ1xqRg5O-ieFtXS-7C1UaVnlf6BxNnQ2hAbtzTlE-oeg8qEf98i26E2MitU5lV6PbeaWoA/w268-h400/170611377_2912921272326800_2744710417189855341_n.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br />Me refugiaré en el pequeño jardín del pueblo del extremo calor, y si no, me cobijaré en las refrescantes lecturas de verano.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjLG6UhyQcfm_mLm_UWlzGxel0caN0JbbNi8LX2lgP4xBKUI9wKUnBy8LAcn1trBP-P_3TVD-6PXKvHmlcWEsIT2EoiRPfghQ-bn13bgNNb7CuPCsSkb3drEf81eEmRIZXSMTIUsVlx9aZJhrpcVv5HiLC6ECKocyIlSJTIAP88ybwGeeDm5l2CpCuow/s800/171093312_2912902078995386_3274622900303378857_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="534" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjLG6UhyQcfm_mLm_UWlzGxel0caN0JbbNi8LX2lgP4xBKUI9wKUnBy8LAcn1trBP-P_3TVD-6PXKvHmlcWEsIT2EoiRPfghQ-bn13bgNNb7CuPCsSkb3drEf81eEmRIZXSMTIUsVlx9aZJhrpcVv5HiLC6ECKocyIlSJTIAP88ybwGeeDm5l2CpCuow/w268-h400/171093312_2912902078995386_3274622900303378857_n.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br /> <i>"Regar por primera vez una planta que acabamos de mudar a su nuevo domicilio es siempre emocionante... Dejar caer una lluvia fina por la boca perforada de la regadera es como poner en marcha una nueva vida: es invitar a las hojas a que dispongan en el ángulo correcto respecto del sol... Las raíces pueden ya desentumecerse, dejar de girar en redondo como hacían antes, oprimidas por las paredes del tiesto. Son por fin libres de estirarse hacia donde quieran, se crecer alegremente con vistas a una meta"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Las virtudes del huerto. (Cultivar la tierra es cultivar la felicidad)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Pia Pera</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hSr3ngoMPpiB6uSsq3z8LTSgFRobK81n97rJhJj9-zDTfnDFtsUFRsk_Escj-Y6Y9i3NIbo2WyZ_s1twxRPv6jnJSC7q0wcua8zCLpt4JkIbzpw_p7eml6vTZmAZ_JiUWGfK6PhC9Msmg8-Qzvx7Nikn0z0f3lwDHwix8pwMnX_DOhAhB7nJ98wgvQ/s1080/279261509_5843909615636181_7566922968737936109_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hSr3ngoMPpiB6uSsq3z8LTSgFRobK81n97rJhJj9-zDTfnDFtsUFRsk_Escj-Y6Y9i3NIbo2WyZ_s1twxRPv6jnJSC7q0wcua8zCLpt4JkIbzpw_p7eml6vTZmAZ_JiUWGfK6PhC9Msmg8-Qzvx7Nikn0z0f3lwDHwix8pwMnX_DOhAhB7nJ98wgvQ/s320/279261509_5843909615636181_7566922968737936109_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Feliz verano</i></div></div><p></p>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-36621176840156021472023-05-30T11:13:00.012+02:002023-05-30T11:16:32.440+02:00Catastro<p> </p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13pt;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGURmhlPeJSSnLIrINh2lxYOTZ1N0YtCxsqVYDxUtUKlCn3649zGyv76XiMYW4qf0uVHN3lwiJf5LxpJviAn3dNgZdqvRXgQwxBMZpUoD_xlZsgD7yfoht_aVWl4WRU2xILMiCv7pb3csQKOmsMYK_PVuOOUNg1XY6ptJhk9OLQMzQ790ufL5kk8/s960/278955188_5821408621219614_3454628271688142362_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="960" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGURmhlPeJSSnLIrINh2lxYOTZ1N0YtCxsqVYDxUtUKlCn3649zGyv76XiMYW4qf0uVHN3lwiJf5LxpJviAn3dNgZdqvRXgQwxBMZpUoD_xlZsgD7yfoht_aVWl4WRU2xILMiCv7pb3csQKOmsMYK_PVuOOUNg1XY6ptJhk9OLQMzQ790ufL5kk8/w400-h330/278955188_5821408621219614_3454628271688142362_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Nunca llueve a gusto de todos" reza un dicho muy conocido por estos lares.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjBjsAF2rBY_zt0FcXj89EEErHPRGzReJGcumBI5Bh2mrfWrOYBVAqrsNpbioX2wp9IbGgFhnNSPLT6zrw58foDa2KztrQXHjY6s0E6zJJNUK4j7e04jJCgmSoTqII-mmnn6TvSvpHFo4s5HaxvFE5rue9OWTrQ8AdqtR-0y86cc_2oXii0veapg/s900/298457622_591861065726241_8677206719560077730_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjBjsAF2rBY_zt0FcXj89EEErHPRGzReJGcumBI5Bh2mrfWrOYBVAqrsNpbioX2wp9IbGgFhnNSPLT6zrw58foDa2KztrQXHjY6s0E6zJJNUK4j7e04jJCgmSoTqII-mmnn6TvSvpHFo4s5HaxvFE5rue9OWTrQ8AdqtR-0y86cc_2oXii0veapg/w426-h640/298457622_591861065726241_8677206719560077730_n.jpg" width="426" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Y la lluvia de estos días ha "aguado" muchos acontecimientos que suelen celebrarse en el mes de mayo. </span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-JjtCJeLHKj9ZOZPIuRAiJfuK2nWTDBs3a4VWrX8-uIb6v44LJ5AlbteW98xStIqUmFAihXsx6exKuRaLlvDQSF5hRKh5zycQR1BEUF3rZPDsMawzjQCb7ISpyhHM_8j5w2nFP99xjuU91uhPIn2O_q51_NX1YG6Co7OQyXE67qlIoID8A6rlLw/s640/278937518_5821408171219659_1143961215463918925_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="426" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-JjtCJeLHKj9ZOZPIuRAiJfuK2nWTDBs3a4VWrX8-uIb6v44LJ5AlbteW98xStIqUmFAihXsx6exKuRaLlvDQSF5hRKh5zycQR1BEUF3rZPDsMawzjQCb7ISpyhHM_8j5w2nFP99xjuU91uhPIn2O_q51_NX1YG6Co7OQyXE67qlIoID8A6rlLw/w426-h640/278937518_5821408171219659_1143961215463918925_n.jpg" width="426" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> Lo más importante, es saber disfrutar cada momento a pesar de las inclemencias del tiempo.</span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3hgDn9Mnxu03FpMlmjvtIXlNrokVNiTl15BjJiQbfC5SaWqluWuMK1NeqQd6nvjgXUXfJkesn3X2R5echrZFpGPQdYBLaCJYPkPNDcHQYxvYR2xb-_Lm6rcjgIvu1n2FB2fewftXm0WbwoBBFDoYgwx_QpoRThy2PdmEIWst8mdZfvLGqnfxmnc/s1280/278965567_5821409441219532_6632993671370221062_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3hgDn9Mnxu03FpMlmjvtIXlNrokVNiTl15BjJiQbfC5SaWqluWuMK1NeqQd6nvjgXUXfJkesn3X2R5echrZFpGPQdYBLaCJYPkPNDcHQYxvYR2xb-_Lm6rcjgIvu1n2FB2fewftXm0WbwoBBFDoYgwx_QpoRThy2PdmEIWst8mdZfvLGqnfxmnc/w360-h640/278965567_5821409441219532_6632993671370221062_n.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">La vida es efímera, como los pétalos de la amapola. Una flor que tiñe de rojo los campos en primavera. </span><p></p><p><span style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxyHPR_Wu_dSVtNDaUgpb0SZtsTo940bqJKwko9BWpnnlZPyS9mwhvEqoIuszsKWcLMFxMpEY-b6JDDyizLptei4gLLIVfKgVpsGsie3JsS61_7BJkwc2wwHfyPZwlYzgFcvl69xbUDaJBEfZX2CUb2sj_S4tD5HDKeORRxwM7Gn1EQ5mfyUe_RXg/s887/279867696_7949963468348866_179401366398578729_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxyHPR_Wu_dSVtNDaUgpb0SZtsTo940bqJKwko9BWpnnlZPyS9mwhvEqoIuszsKWcLMFxMpEY-b6JDDyizLptei4gLLIVfKgVpsGsie3JsS61_7BJkwc2wwHfyPZwlYzgFcvl69xbUDaJBEfZX2CUb2sj_S4tD5HDKeORRxwM7Gn1EQ5mfyUe_RXg/w254-h400/279867696_7949963468348866_179401366398578729_n.jpg" width="254" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sutil, delicada y silvestre... a veces, con mala prensa. Personalmente, me gusta esta flor por su sencillez, por su fragilidad y por la belleza inusitada de los campos florecidos en mayo.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi14SSq0Ux4tyXr43qnoi922ywZGXgOBgxcoDlN9TVkosmjMxpap1ETg4C7blgArlReUqfY2XVvQ7YF5WOF7RC2ZMakFNolrmsTY3WdEvlzltYwBEDYFIv5d7CYwyS5zSXSwxBkFX8CxClUDLD6cTQLL6vhsPClAdTZj0IM_Xhao1R5n7nlOcTTyIA/s600/278767707_5821408207886322_3394025226698336768_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="600" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi14SSq0Ux4tyXr43qnoi922ywZGXgOBgxcoDlN9TVkosmjMxpap1ETg4C7blgArlReUqfY2XVvQ7YF5WOF7RC2ZMakFNolrmsTY3WdEvlzltYwBEDYFIv5d7CYwyS5zSXSwxBkFX8CxClUDLD6cTQLL6vhsPClAdTZj0IM_Xhao1R5n7nlOcTTyIA/w400-h250/278767707_5821408207886322_3394025226698336768_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Donde amapola, di ababol, y, si se puede, cardo. Y al vino, </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13pt;">vino. Donde collado, altozano o alcor, otero,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13pt;">escribe llanamente cerro, alto o cuesta, loma. No digas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13pt;">lo que nunca se dijo, lo que no se dice</span></p><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">en tu pueblo. Más vale mayo frío, la paja</span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">poca y el trigo mucho. No impongas a la tarde</span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">la añoranza si es falsa o aprendida, anota</span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">simplemente el silbido del viento</span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">en los linares. No recuerdes la muerte aunque</span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">te tenga, piensa que de tanta mies se emboza<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">el peine cada día, que eres este momento. Y al vino,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">vino, sólo la miga, el tuétano. Tampoco<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">hables más de la infancia para embaucar al olvido, precisa<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">simplemente la orfandad del muérdago<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">en el hayedo. Más vale mayo frío. Si tempero,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">arraigas; si membrillo, aromas; si cierzo, tiritas. Di<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">berro, ortiga, di bálago, acebal. No niegues la palabra<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">amor, tampoco entrega, ni prodigio, ni tú. Ahora<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">bien, antes de escribirlas, hazlas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fermín Herrero</span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkiqRpDQoG__2eusV9XtToBdRnSf9G2nakBCn58qWZSfMz1AgNR3eZ-wvzAr_QEHE2Rc4kt6wlr0l26yIt66c9yjaQqxwzoq2wp9b1j5Lr8XYmRaYPjB7k_RIpA5c1dDBFgD8HtMI3d2SCujmb8V6o1mpuuYWg8l8luRLml08QoiijkPQ9D99Itg/s768/279906635_7949963298348883_7773645188235453325_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkiqRpDQoG__2eusV9XtToBdRnSf9G2nakBCn58qWZSfMz1AgNR3eZ-wvzAr_QEHE2Rc4kt6wlr0l26yIt66c9yjaQqxwzoq2wp9b1j5Lr8XYmRaYPjB7k_RIpA5c1dDBFgD8HtMI3d2SCujmb8V6o1mpuuYWg8l8luRLml08QoiijkPQ9D99Itg/w426-h640/279906635_7949963298348883_7773645188235453325_n.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">¡Seguimos transitando!</span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-size: 12.32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gracias por TODO</span></span></div>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-40105340639907609002023-04-22T11:43:00.005+02:002023-04-22T11:43:33.060+02:00"Abril... lluvias mil"<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzlVyF6jrWu4Fo7Ygn6k4Y0hqj5Q28faVrFT_Nw9Eyv7H_PSEEB9327N9Q6n5usDjooKiS5vvEC7y3Gz7_y46HONPIZh2zb-7FunK7A0jX2eUa5SmKQP_NPtzHbTplrdNw8hKIWrUDg2DQdCM7Nr-uYfhikF4D-_QcGvMfnSEo_26SIFfcWIVXN4/s960/66860831_2883696764990829_5333777601225818112_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="638" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzlVyF6jrWu4Fo7Ygn6k4Y0hqj5Q28faVrFT_Nw9Eyv7H_PSEEB9327N9Q6n5usDjooKiS5vvEC7y3Gz7_y46HONPIZh2zb-7FunK7A0jX2eUa5SmKQP_NPtzHbTplrdNw8hKIWrUDg2DQdCM7Nr-uYfhikF4D-_QcGvMfnSEo_26SIFfcWIVXN4/w266-h400/66860831_2883696764990829_5333777601225818112_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Abril es conocido como uno de los meses más lluviosos del año, la sabiduría popular así lo transmite.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8gAtgyl6S1__t5JFjgxoATRriaaPeHExuoPfjChhBif0GfXUA_OgK0jYG6pq1tgip59lfUMadlYUf5sy-Gr9Xd5l3Wa_vdIJLDSo2KsaQWNAVSKOdQK2Nt8HHs0eKIv34X9xwN0yRQMS4GtmOIg3shoCRNfflVuZj5ouXliMiohjX8R5TPOiEUQo/s960/66861463_2883696961657476_6087220027218460672_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8gAtgyl6S1__t5JFjgxoATRriaaPeHExuoPfjChhBif0GfXUA_OgK0jYG6pq1tgip59lfUMadlYUf5sy-Gr9Xd5l3Wa_vdIJLDSo2KsaQWNAVSKOdQK2Nt8HHs0eKIv34X9xwN0yRQMS4GtmOIg3shoCRNfflVuZj5ouXliMiohjX8R5TPOiEUQo/w300-h400/66861463_2883696961657476_6087220027218460672_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Estamos teniendo un exceso de "buen tiempo"; suelo dejarme llevar por la costumbre de calificar "mal tiempo" cuando el frío, el viento, la lluvia, los días grises en invierno o en cualquier estación del año acaecen.</span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwxHdRSAba_rIhygSmrhEXLCsghb223bLsCDkvmaHjLw25eVFT8SNqA0wqUpgBPdnG0YTtauVCQVz32WwnMSF-2-zgX_nSuw3-Z9aDbde28XJBDtUIelL9_gYXe9HDvlIQ_nBfPGdqup8Fm5ZLel6luBsL6Yb1LEKMicPRuPelnsRm-DOHAMthfYU/s960/67208349_2883695914990914_1851492704031080448_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="958" data-original-width="960" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwxHdRSAba_rIhygSmrhEXLCsghb223bLsCDkvmaHjLw25eVFT8SNqA0wqUpgBPdnG0YTtauVCQVz32WwnMSF-2-zgX_nSuw3-Z9aDbde28XJBDtUIelL9_gYXe9HDvlIQ_nBfPGdqup8Fm5ZLel6luBsL6Yb1LEKMicPRuPelnsRm-DOHAMthfYU/s320/67208349_2883695914990914_1851492704031080448_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> Y considero "un tiempo espléndido" cuando el día es soleado, templado, cuando el cielo azul es casi transparente, hace calor y disfruto de los eventos sin tener que pensar en las condiciones meteorológicas adversas.</div></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzp2TcOXFm7GvUs8o5lIzJ60-eOn9Dep8i54RoTqYOnGGmHbDMtHghELfMLcAuE9qgK1faUuIJVf-Vk6OdxQYVJOhPqFv6AtjUbpC4VRDo-oswf7ngDQAHIK8HTlLLEBGzyJlR39h34RWHGhaRLox9vyCwUlwdt9b1JuO-gJv386SF3HhEa-0810w/s480/147809837_4388996321127525_6157985384686520189_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzp2TcOXFm7GvUs8o5lIzJ60-eOn9Dep8i54RoTqYOnGGmHbDMtHghELfMLcAuE9qgK1faUuIJVf-Vk6OdxQYVJOhPqFv6AtjUbpC4VRDo-oswf7ngDQAHIK8HTlLLEBGzyJlR39h34RWHGhaRLox9vyCwUlwdt9b1JuO-gJv386SF3HhEa-0810w/w400-h400/147809837_4388996321127525_6157985384686520189_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Si medito en la falta de lluvia y en todas las consecuencias que ello trae consigo, afirmaré rotundamente que este mes de abril, y desde hace bastantes meses, estamos tiendo un "mal tiempo", un tiempo muy adverso...</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcY-p9B00sfvMMoGEnj_O0JyLDT__nEqZxQnEIGHf5RmS8YCG2aW6k2ko1oPRMGDtPN0EspYhlAOKTfT7UH5JlzrMBibmXT0cMBhJnG8b0I7VrAPNW3Uh_6WRvY05T4pnO7NOQ0U2JtraF-9JrBCqQug819YxZe7w8R2tVkRfFVdAELiH42UEq41w/s576/235767924_6485193264825901_7893937295120232057_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="432" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcY-p9B00sfvMMoGEnj_O0JyLDT__nEqZxQnEIGHf5RmS8YCG2aW6k2ko1oPRMGDtPN0EspYhlAOKTfT7UH5JlzrMBibmXT0cMBhJnG8b0I7VrAPNW3Uh_6WRvY05T4pnO7NOQ0U2JtraF-9JrBCqQug819YxZe7w8R2tVkRfFVdAELiH42UEq41w/w300-h400/235767924_6485193264825901_7893937295120232057_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /> Y hoy, día internacional de la Madre Tierra, la lluvia ha asomado tímida y pausadamente, casi desapercibida, como no queriendo molestar.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDtCQT_puhDOB6z6H5_7kPC6-aOSaQ2AY5sfFXgkQCosbtM-NXX84sNvl4wJyGHkTpMdxMKgu1GErY9GmLNGJSleNFVeGHl9dkfiBG4n2xwT7vbnIO-y6Ooib3CDNwLpKpic94GQU5WDfEDcTQjE9hbCWmhUwBzKrfpJXshMHtZBI6QuJmuxoy8uI/s1154/279371463_3193945914224333_1343183158418127729_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1154" data-original-width="736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDtCQT_puhDOB6z6H5_7kPC6-aOSaQ2AY5sfFXgkQCosbtM-NXX84sNvl4wJyGHkTpMdxMKgu1GErY9GmLNGJSleNFVeGHl9dkfiBG4n2xwT7vbnIO-y6Ooib3CDNwLpKpic94GQU5WDfEDcTQjE9hbCWmhUwBzKrfpJXshMHtZBI6QuJmuxoy8uI/w255-h400/279371463_3193945914224333_1343183158418127729_n.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><br /> Y yo la sigo invitando a que aparezca con todo su esplendor primaveral para que alivie la sed de la Madre Tierra... ¡Qué llueva, qué llueva...!</span><p></p><p></p></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0C7WH892Wa6SpPa5G_qosPWke_P3oGd3Bz6fjteOJ9qmop0qpKAhxnUTfqfKtfoX7m6pZH268XRexGvSiAKJqeyXvfofHYdGUfXhpwv7JpBTpcdDNnL5HkiYjd7Mb0ZTPek3fQCFU60xsmKRexxH7T433dYGgM3AS2F7Adu7sxn8Gtsf3Qt_y9w8/s900/295812072_8350516884960187_6232822069105256466_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="675" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0C7WH892Wa6SpPa5G_qosPWke_P3oGd3Bz6fjteOJ9qmop0qpKAhxnUTfqfKtfoX7m6pZH268XRexGvSiAKJqeyXvfofHYdGUfXhpwv7JpBTpcdDNnL5HkiYjd7Mb0ZTPek3fQCFU60xsmKRexxH7T433dYGgM3AS2F7Adu7sxn8Gtsf3Qt_y9w8/w300-h400/295812072_8350516884960187_6232822069105256466_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Casa en el árbol</span></div><span style="line-height: 107%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18.6667px;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">En la copa de un árbol construiré nuestra casa,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">con tablones y clavos e ilusión y un martillo</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">alzaré entre las ramas suelos, techos, paredes,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">cuartos en espiral, secretos pasadizos</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">donde obra el azar el don de los encuentros</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">y de pronto amanece si me miras al fondo</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">por donde el viento corre a refugiarse,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">madera en la madera, crujen las estaciones,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">pasan a visitarnos los amigos,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">huele a café, huele al árbol en que nos acogemos,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">al rumor de las hojas, a la tierra</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">donde brota su impulso, su sed de los espacios,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">se siente allí el verdor de las promesas,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">casa y árbol fundidos, una sola criatura,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">se es feliz de algún modo impreciso y vital,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">con los años al árbol le van creciendo ramas,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">gana cuerpo, se inclina hacia las nubes</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">y de pronto la casa ha ascendido unos metros</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">y hasta el aire es más puro, más ancho el horizonte,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">las estrellas fugaces proliferan, ahora</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">vigila la espesura, hay luz en la ventana,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">a cubierto de todo, suspendida,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">luz de hogar en la noche, resplandor,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">y una escala de cuerda entre las ramas,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">si subes por la escala no hay retorno,</span></div></span><span style="color: #385723; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">en la cima del viento hallarás nuestra casa.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Eduardo García (La lluvia en el desierto)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfm49BQcYdgDXwMAnFZeE86ChetevQDwGOxBkEsn79jtWMcvUbLYNIM9fHq7ihcqY661KMRc36HVNN7AC_CG5C9-dXyQCdoXGnqHFo5NO42ndFl9hR2HbJx9H0iMEUkRh4B7FPUSmooA4F2o9rZIi-zxS3OXCwcvnVUM7dcmQB1x7EhPQbxSUtaGs/s700/67233025_2883695938324245_4722743079449133056_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="700" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfm49BQcYdgDXwMAnFZeE86ChetevQDwGOxBkEsn79jtWMcvUbLYNIM9fHq7ihcqY661KMRc36HVNN7AC_CG5C9-dXyQCdoXGnqHFo5NO42ndFl9hR2HbJx9H0iMEUkRh4B7FPUSmooA4F2o9rZIi-zxS3OXCwcvnVUM7dcmQB1x7EhPQbxSUtaGs/w400-h300/67233025_2883695938324245_4722743079449133056_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<!--[endif]--></span></div>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-22226283780581432172023-03-29T00:14:00.003+02:002023-03-29T08:48:36.983+02:00Milagro<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKS73OqmXbab8mU5RzluZ0aTJZQfpsVDQkCV61lyrQ8MUjwdKR1CSwfMn10sm9o-TlVC7DUUYzWJ_3qwQ1Tx5phYvmJkS5_GUZHcj-RW89DN84hbMdlAQYh9-fFa_BjTGbUg0UhjWJ111YtFXFHxObcanyYdPq2v-xkyY0nq7S52Bw17fXjFC4Zo/s1350/328523962_1747318822350392_4568057428995197936_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKS73OqmXbab8mU5RzluZ0aTJZQfpsVDQkCV61lyrQ8MUjwdKR1CSwfMn10sm9o-TlVC7DUUYzWJ_3qwQ1Tx5phYvmJkS5_GUZHcj-RW89DN84hbMdlAQYh9-fFa_BjTGbUg0UhjWJ111YtFXFHxObcanyYdPq2v-xkyY0nq7S52Bw17fXjFC4Zo/w320-h400/328523962_1747318822350392_4568057428995197936_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><i style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Hay un sutil y tenue momento al día en el que parece que las pequeñas cosas cotidianas resplandecen de forma inusitada</span></i><i style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;">.</i><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYvF0UgHgn67Ni5DozoUfKH5P555NyV8bWUb7-tyi_2sLmFPEI0ZHTEYkG6fcFAGGWK41SmsiboaqrqmPry-OjDIAohbBg-U8b3J8zLl0qob-wr0fdIb1qkx5XPtF-RpGWyJ-SzEJNq0hLsXjj52ipcmrmUSrNRiK6bz9yIhQ3Yyehr-LYy1fp-3g/s720/FB_IMG_1677071650390.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYvF0UgHgn67Ni5DozoUfKH5P555NyV8bWUb7-tyi_2sLmFPEI0ZHTEYkG6fcFAGGWK41SmsiboaqrqmPry-OjDIAohbBg-U8b3J8zLl0qob-wr0fdIb1qkx5XPtF-RpGWyJ-SzEJNq0hLsXjj52ipcmrmUSrNRiK6bz9yIhQ3Yyehr-LYy1fp-3g/s320/FB_IMG_1677071650390.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Un minúsculo e insignificante instante que normalmente pasa desapercibido, porque lo que tengo a mi alrededor carece o parece carecer de importancia.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2qD7yJVs4Pv-Tz2fGgX6VL0gADiWNA6KGoVWu7_H35didi4hsDgbaZGV62mqrS_oju4OYZl_VaZr8lI4058YNGv3vN_mgrds9GQFIdHZpLbtjWTHTpzMDeehVNab7w7f4YH1Yc490HUHcqrqkhfhCIwS4fV2DBCZibfUoSgtHwPsF1Ke-RPwmkE/s704/328660146_1225327328084382_5033223464362278343_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="526" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2qD7yJVs4Pv-Tz2fGgX6VL0gADiWNA6KGoVWu7_H35didi4hsDgbaZGV62mqrS_oju4OYZl_VaZr8lI4058YNGv3vN_mgrds9GQFIdHZpLbtjWTHTpzMDeehVNab7w7f4YH1Yc490HUHcqrqkhfhCIwS4fV2DBCZibfUoSgtHwPsF1Ke-RPwmkE/w299-h400/328660146_1225327328084382_5033223464362278343_n.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><br /><i>Todo el día rondan pensamientos y afanes que me embullen en la rutinaria y monótona costumbre.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Z_RMpi3e32N2PtUaeEPorJMbwbs69I0YpHJGGo7dd9D3pHNA7w4fc-NfwYIDPL60HE9sX-OmYbh9W59lXtzxy8Tn40vAn1tBGWXtwMHaj8DZpPZQJYF_kC5LCH4DfOGQbUwo4Hl9IZt3E22lztgFgnFzxemBrSyAIBdKWHDFTC8pQIdR_WDsxv8/s705/2f6da26238e62be8fbe8509589b4c1cb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Z_RMpi3e32N2PtUaeEPorJMbwbs69I0YpHJGGo7dd9D3pHNA7w4fc-NfwYIDPL60HE9sX-OmYbh9W59lXtzxy8Tn40vAn1tBGWXtwMHaj8DZpPZQJYF_kC5LCH4DfOGQbUwo4Hl9IZt3E22lztgFgnFzxemBrSyAIBdKWHDFTC8pQIdR_WDsxv8/w320-h400/2f6da26238e62be8fbe8509589b4c1cb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><i style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Y ahí está, ese rayo de luz que se cuela por la ventana, deteniendo, por un momento, mi tiempo. </span></i><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0FDz53jrjfvVkCKqNi14QydBZhBjM1b2hoToxq0SJd0t0SDjw1W4exQCdjP9qvPuzFwGDbC2v_qEu2yXWg5tftzyOK5bosesI64eVUriy8zTD3b6M14Q6zWm_J6YSj9lLrrZCsTSQx34U-paVIThPaa7tJm-wP7AIdzUSRFzhdACrIQsebokyNU/s333/332125898_1572448933221314_7168062126931102438_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="333" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0FDz53jrjfvVkCKqNi14QydBZhBjM1b2hoToxq0SJd0t0SDjw1W4exQCdjP9qvPuzFwGDbC2v_qEu2yXWg5tftzyOK5bosesI64eVUriy8zTD3b6M14Q6zWm_J6YSj9lLrrZCsTSQx34U-paVIThPaa7tJm-wP7AIdzUSRFzhdACrIQsebokyNU/w400-h400/332125898_1572448933221314_7168062126931102438_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><i style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">De repente, todo se ilumina. Disfruto y sonrío...</span></i><p></p><p><i style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4jQyxrQbKgvsgEeG8oiM1C70Jl8ludCMgS2jA4RQboskNFVGkKRajGlBMbCob3DT4EJ7QORUFAow7VbJsNXMBbM3b4u7mUaCR5s8ZeLhkh5HKu_D-htyZV_lquwdE5cvnMy4qCCg7WTuCbnrHgXH5JFj8NrjcYAipseCQSNWWidNrlDDmhKIm_E/s846/90062cc12b09805a82afd21be75213a8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4jQyxrQbKgvsgEeG8oiM1C70Jl8ludCMgS2jA4RQboskNFVGkKRajGlBMbCob3DT4EJ7QORUFAow7VbJsNXMBbM3b4u7mUaCR5s8ZeLhkh5HKu_D-htyZV_lquwdE5cvnMy4qCCg7WTuCbnrHgXH5JFj8NrjcYAipseCQSNWWidNrlDDmhKIm_E/w266-h400/90062cc12b09805a82afd21be75213a8.jpg" width="266" /></a></span></i></div><i style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></i><p></p><p><i style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;"><br /></i></p><p><i style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;">Tal vez dura </i><i style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; text-align: center;">un instante el milagro; después las cosas vuelven</i></p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>a ser como eran antes de que esa luz te diera<br />tanta verdad, tanta misericordia.<br />Mas te sientes conforme, limpio, feliz, salvado,<br />lleno de gratitud. Y cantas, cantas.</i></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><i></i></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><i>Eloy Sánchez Rosillo</i></strong></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><span face="verdana, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><i><br /></i></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RFOQx-a6VOu3o562BZ418UK7LAkiAnefZnBi_g3P__sj9gJiUGyO-Tl9MPkygKhnhEoECSdca98hkMLaIQ22Nz7EcfuWrlYVuSb6q-aPOPmAzuj_VnLeGuZf2J_iG840uaIhtYdWOB4x3MX6-4w71_6tY9gQivqtaPnvjO-MUPFst1ifViNzAbY/s971/193d2ef340a9c60ab85c56e890fa6fb3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="971" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RFOQx-a6VOu3o562BZ418UK7LAkiAnefZnBi_g3P__sj9gJiUGyO-Tl9MPkygKhnhEoECSdca98hkMLaIQ22Nz7EcfuWrlYVuSb6q-aPOPmAzuj_VnLeGuZf2J_iG840uaIhtYdWOB4x3MX6-4w71_6tY9gQivqtaPnvjO-MUPFst1ifViNzAbY/w233-h400/193d2ef340a9c60ab85c56e890fa6fb3.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-38058687763937930892023-02-28T12:49:00.004+01:002023-02-28T12:49:30.923+01:00"Aire de comienzo..."<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMeAlgmPiqCInB6YLenNykKamr0TU8h5qMR5Y4FCFS4pUASKpsCh51VlaczLEV-Le82xpXgywtbnQeR5ZhTuG6u5JFnrhRiwbWrmBPbVDZzLa2jKL23XN5UVu5mVMLPwMj95iM0dhbZxhkw3NQG5XqMC6C6UQLX4ZB6lTXSXZVDNfZF0Q0JBJAaY/s1002/dda3c301d11d441520c95e9ba9de727a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMeAlgmPiqCInB6YLenNykKamr0TU8h5qMR5Y4FCFS4pUASKpsCh51VlaczLEV-Le82xpXgywtbnQeR5ZhTuG6u5JFnrhRiwbWrmBPbVDZzLa2jKL23XN5UVu5mVMLPwMj95iM0dhbZxhkw3NQG5XqMC6C6UQLX4ZB6lTXSXZVDNfZF0Q0JBJAaY/w225-h400/dda3c301d11d441520c95e9ba9de727a.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Se desvanecen los últimos días de febrero envueltos en un manto helado que nos recuerdan que el invierno está dando su último suspiro.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7J1whY0xXv2tGcp0b7KAUH9zDw6pzzZ7CN43g0AcNnJP9_YvcoQLXQamCHyhxeNq0th5_HNtZqHqHC4MIjuyxIlpgd5hd8aTTdPj44B8aYBvM7ZZ9sTxWHtkov5zgZroX23BMpia3HVPj9F6H65i60r6NtI-FPWZb6tQ5gGOpaoDGrndW5Jd5Y2A/s713/f95720191b07c309709dc63181a5e7a8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="713" data-original-width="474" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7J1whY0xXv2tGcp0b7KAUH9zDw6pzzZ7CN43g0AcNnJP9_YvcoQLXQamCHyhxeNq0th5_HNtZqHqHC4MIjuyxIlpgd5hd8aTTdPj44B8aYBvM7ZZ9sTxWHtkov5zgZroX23BMpia3HVPj9F6H65i60r6NtI-FPWZb6tQ5gGOpaoDGrndW5Jd5Y2A/w266-h400/f95720191b07c309709dc63181a5e7a8.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Los cielos teñidos de rosa y ámbar alargan con sutil gracia los frescos amaneceres...</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYHeMkTcjOLMvZeyuMnutKvF-rpNXdbSaadZTJHOPJMDopjzS7Aw4jaRvPflJjezPf1bPM6sFRcZMmXKHDjA7NBHSqMvzCnJsO9AUv-QFrBCo1Qguqhq1fBXay-p4_AFcKAJSFiT07mQ-a2OVyiMBZFP4QHk5ALXzwxoyCf2zqV9ttAd9ZZHbg9o/s750/51362390_3031022820256652_7642184667260518400_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="562" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYHeMkTcjOLMvZeyuMnutKvF-rpNXdbSaadZTJHOPJMDopjzS7Aw4jaRvPflJjezPf1bPM6sFRcZMmXKHDjA7NBHSqMvzCnJsO9AUv-QFrBCo1Qguqhq1fBXay-p4_AFcKAJSFiT07mQ-a2OVyiMBZFP4QHk5ALXzwxoyCf2zqV9ttAd9ZZHbg9o/w300-h400/51362390_3031022820256652_7642184667260518400_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> y vamos caminando hacia el hechizo de la próxima primavera.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW29-jvVIaBMyTwcFcFms64CCq6qYuMkWtQH15ntqc7jfAV8KvKdCXMeMQUmvQUR8yyXU6fyNKpAwTW_v8zkXURV5rZbUI8RpDDx6df20Xi9aXy0kV6Z9FsttFivYC8U6OsB2wv8gUycHGLfscXnGO2KabXq-v3LXh-dfAeHIw5TERCNqgQmBNy0/s564/1b57047fa1df13d7016dc6aff3036ff1%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="564" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW29-jvVIaBMyTwcFcFms64CCq6qYuMkWtQH15ntqc7jfAV8KvKdCXMeMQUmvQUR8yyXU6fyNKpAwTW_v8zkXURV5rZbUI8RpDDx6df20Xi9aXy0kV6Z9FsttFivYC8U6OsB2wv8gUycHGLfscXnGO2KabXq-v3LXh-dfAeHIw5TERCNqgQmBNy0/w400-h300/1b57047fa1df13d7016dc6aff3036ff1%20(1).jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> Las flores del almendro nos evocan que febrero cede al abrazo del mes de marzo.</span></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhON8zxLJdpiwZQkZ6TezgbKT8EuSE5BS_MOMjWkFmDyPx0SVhiER-asTmXog_6GkXMnUcqL0rywmOZkiq8fAcubWcUbcGGCJzQ5erT0WDlf3V50SQwiG4ihee-69k8oXceDivaMl3WhPulxqhUvFMNvdTJ1EfUVLE-7Lhp5uMcnQt40bZO3iN-KE/s4096/New%20Phototastic%20Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2099" data-original-width="4096" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhON8zxLJdpiwZQkZ6TezgbKT8EuSE5BS_MOMjWkFmDyPx0SVhiER-asTmXog_6GkXMnUcqL0rywmOZkiq8fAcubWcUbcGGCJzQ5erT0WDlf3V50SQwiG4ihee-69k8oXceDivaMl3WhPulxqhUvFMNvdTJ1EfUVLE-7Lhp5uMcnQt40bZO3iN-KE/w400-h205/New%20Phototastic%20Collage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Hoy es martes, día del té bloguero y día de Andalucía: Feliz día a los amigos andaluces.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlgQoeSgqS9CvOuV6hzVcidh0b-s-Ee0A3JSAgJ0jBM_RxKORWFNDvqYpOE_lRxnBPW-DTpIedq1SRhWe7v4qfTyboHR_mEHjYPfo-1j6bXmkUfH01jesQ1RHvWqgzebJb2if423-_XO5mkj1Z1Zi8abfqWKQe5WOcpfQVfRGjSO9NT23qiWimP-Q/s845/a306ae3f418231f4a40747e7c069b080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlgQoeSgqS9CvOuV6hzVcidh0b-s-Ee0A3JSAgJ0jBM_RxKORWFNDvqYpOE_lRxnBPW-DTpIedq1SRhWe7v4qfTyboHR_mEHjYPfo-1j6bXmkUfH01jesQ1RHvWqgzebJb2if423-_XO5mkj1Z1Zi8abfqWKQe5WOcpfQVfRGjSO9NT23qiWimP-Q/w268-h400/a306ae3f418231f4a40747e7c069b080.jpg" width="268" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> <span style="font-size: medium;">Y mañana comienza el mes de marzo, nuevo mes, nuevo comienzo...</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwcWaF1f3pGP865ctsks1QvIL3hIScwPqNwiN3IbTx1YtFv9ETHnMeHGv3bODMuJov9Qgh19NMz7eduwyM3i53rhh9-795RmDc7vNGR3jXD-YJKbGNavn56E4RSQgt5itSzLkDhQW_EWjdgCotA-ZZRm5-fOWwxtiw-9n3BNz7e-pUJ51RyI8L8Oo/s774/264305229_6532497346824807_8493594954402791379_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="774" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwcWaF1f3pGP865ctsks1QvIL3hIScwPqNwiN3IbTx1YtFv9ETHnMeHGv3bODMuJov9Qgh19NMz7eduwyM3i53rhh9-795RmDc7vNGR3jXD-YJKbGNavn56E4RSQgt5itSzLkDhQW_EWjdgCotA-ZZRm5-fOWwxtiw-9n3BNz7e-pUJ51RyI8L8Oo/w400-h331/264305229_6532497346824807_8493594954402791379_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">"No preguntes hasta donde hemos llegado.</span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">L</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">os caminos, en un atardecer, pueden cerrarse</span></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">o llevarnos a lugares de luz."</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Aire de comienzo (Dionisia García)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">¡Feliz mes de marzo!</span></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-73593767300231525242023-02-13T22:52:00.003+01:002023-02-13T22:52:44.167+01:00"Mi casa y mi corazón"<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWBhcR0sUlVLzyMGmNPzw_jAZIR7gsJUs9KxKXX1OQZ2zHVQh7G9tG3KtWjM8jx1XbnbLNGHWLemjW2RJyPudeBqnN5GZBgPLxan9FY6n9Q8TxGg61KPilOvgNGXTqGtpV4qSwkogKeKTHnGy6hEcIQyI-3V0_ctHbSYdMuuhK9i2Nz9NkGAfGMR4/s844/328037759_5398034090296933_3334476217033852374_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="563" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWBhcR0sUlVLzyMGmNPzw_jAZIR7gsJUs9KxKXX1OQZ2zHVQh7G9tG3KtWjM8jx1XbnbLNGHWLemjW2RJyPudeBqnN5GZBgPLxan9FY6n9Q8TxGg61KPilOvgNGXTqGtpV4qSwkogKeKTHnGy6hEcIQyI-3V0_ctHbSYdMuuhK9i2Nz9NkGAfGMR4/w266-h400/328037759_5398034090296933_3334476217033852374_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Meditaba estos días sobre la cantidad de libros, ensayos, tratados, conferencias, discursos, escritos, películas que tratan sobre el "AMOR", el sentimiento más sublime e inefable del ser humano.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioYlC6ofhqnesYFlYvw572nZKLwJhCuqu6dOkWlBuXm1_NsP2cKusNAXfTLrLY22tqqaBxXB6zcl_VrqQOZEvFSa8bQTd1Ivddog2UCyUNG4uhjVjF86_QfPaX8GDW9P8p--FdL0ZcrFt3AlmrAsd8NMHGocWkNLi8VJz7mktdYEqMLoH7nEHkSkM/s900/323169449_703340371449775_1557033795037450975_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="585" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioYlC6ofhqnesYFlYvw572nZKLwJhCuqu6dOkWlBuXm1_NsP2cKusNAXfTLrLY22tqqaBxXB6zcl_VrqQOZEvFSa8bQTd1Ivddog2UCyUNG4uhjVjF86_QfPaX8GDW9P8p--FdL0ZcrFt3AlmrAsd8NMHGocWkNLi8VJz7mktdYEqMLoH7nEHkSkM/w260-h400/323169449_703340371449775_1557033795037450975_n.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Por ello, es el tema que más poemas inspira a los poetas; hay versos grabados en mi memoria porque justo dicen lo que siento. Es la magia de la poesía...</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIv_SJyj7KlNPhC0mEJsbKK0iBSB91zDyYKMqEJ0VQCuJXM4sX1Zu5H1oodIqaqZ5wZ2Ie_5n3Jg2UfFp1YhrOzhFvBYkGWEEEzO0roiHc5snE0g2ywGK6LBA0xlfxEoV2Wfg2dsYZ4ht-Pf9qETYmsT4JVF5yiTx7k47IZoiWWcouZB1etRElNww/s748/150356187_5586377394707497_5709083625899381145_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIv_SJyj7KlNPhC0mEJsbKK0iBSB91zDyYKMqEJ0VQCuJXM4sX1Zu5H1oodIqaqZ5wZ2Ie_5n3Jg2UfFp1YhrOzhFvBYkGWEEEzO0roiHc5snE0g2ywGK6LBA0xlfxEoV2Wfg2dsYZ4ht-Pf9qETYmsT4JVF5yiTx7k47IZoiWWcouZB1etRElNww/w301-h400/150356187_5586377394707497_5709083625899381145_n.jpg" width="301" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> Somos un poco sabios en lo que al amor se refiere, porque hemos amado, amamos y seguiremos amando.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihYCoXJCTyMaA2fEvlGJnJRxW34I3nbhEf8YVCQqPicpOKrPXPsXpXhGMNFe6al7Bro_pH3D-ADbi4U6pcmm_HUz-sIonMp_fwvIst3V7udeNdTRgRgIMlMRV8uDUIunoqWzV0rD9JKD5h_KhAtFmJgrnI6ULdAnpgDtkv66Yxbgsx5XtrXq1J1l4/s640/135171393_5398697650142140_3512353478818778796_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="427" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihYCoXJCTyMaA2fEvlGJnJRxW34I3nbhEf8YVCQqPicpOKrPXPsXpXhGMNFe6al7Bro_pH3D-ADbi4U6pcmm_HUz-sIonMp_fwvIst3V7udeNdTRgRgIMlMRV8uDUIunoqWzV0rD9JKD5h_KhAtFmJgrnI6ULdAnpgDtkv66Yxbgsx5XtrXq1J1l4/w268-h400/135171393_5398697650142140_3512353478818778796_n.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">y hacemos grandes o pequeñas cosas con un gran amor </span></p></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK80dh5x0DtD-X5BXJWyhkM4SV5yRXKtPg-vClNNha9gDn3cwhMdnt7TbAShPxIyPHzOXI-Od5zChEsladqyjV5JhJ0X_TKu5GUZkZizzCqbsKr6XkbzF485XsP-biaMH5IqZQuZ82C8bWfBF_1MNuGO1evt822G25kLL6khIvp9s3kcpGiZTBfP4/s576/10385548_994299413930583_2887832431368376936_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="384" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK80dh5x0DtD-X5BXJWyhkM4SV5yRXKtPg-vClNNha9gDn3cwhMdnt7TbAShPxIyPHzOXI-Od5zChEsladqyjV5JhJ0X_TKu5GUZkZizzCqbsKr6XkbzF485XsP-biaMH5IqZQuZ82C8bWfBF_1MNuGO1evt822G25kLL6khIvp9s3kcpGiZTBfP4/w266-h400/10385548_994299413930583_2887832431368376936_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 18px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Si salgo un día a la vida</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 18px;">mi casa no tendrá llaves:</span></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">siempre abierta, como el mar,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">el sol y el aire.</span></div><p></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Que entren la noche y el día,</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">y la lluvia azul, la tarde,</div><div style="text-align: center;">el rojo pan de la aurora;</div><div style="text-align: center;">La luna, mi dulce amante.</div></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Que la amistad no detenga</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">sus pasos en mis umbrales,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ni la golondrina el vuelo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ni el amor sus labios. Nadie.</div></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mi casa y mi corazón</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">nunca cerrados: que pasen</div><div style="text-align: center;">los pájaros, los amigos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">el sol y el aire.</div></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Marcos Ana</span></strong></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><strong style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></strong></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVis0PB5DT0rIO9FImMCYfmMoTnh-oYrnN2OOlwlVc2QA9dDMwztegnu5RG1DUopi9hejVZ6GNy1vY_nZ2W7lM9OJHKI8JQsVNhKV97UzTCPu6GLCzJWlMCmdVM-4BABFBxVbvwSuPEs6cHZ_8Mu_RCThGtV829Fdz5uIAmuVZaERerU8iJ7nNaXA/s851/135478236_5398698460142059_4127199158335504384_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="851" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVis0PB5DT0rIO9FImMCYfmMoTnh-oYrnN2OOlwlVc2QA9dDMwztegnu5RG1DUopi9hejVZ6GNy1vY_nZ2W7lM9OJHKI8JQsVNhKV97UzTCPu6GLCzJWlMCmdVM-4BABFBxVbvwSuPEs6cHZ_8Mu_RCThGtV829Fdz5uIAmuVZaERerU8iJ7nNaXA/w265-h400/135478236_5398698460142059_4127199158335504384_n.jpg" width="265" /></a></strong></div><strong style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></strong><p></p>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-13973800191137711152023-01-21T01:01:00.004+01:002023-01-21T01:01:24.658+01:00Tiempo de invierno<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK_gY23D06CYjyVEFmmb3csQalcqVU1LdfDB7L6QxFa-C3lhUXnIXnUE32q-C6YvwxOaXKxI1fzxhWVj7vXp8CmFpIje8SkKbJVcYvqFk5_lz4jgIPgCKpzCJZ8YHTnu1gxqDva_wL4EgvWhs8Z2SSaJecrW0jj0WHl9AFlRd_O85lgIrPFpOl3RE/s960/244762304_2072649686235806_757689013260824558_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK_gY23D06CYjyVEFmmb3csQalcqVU1LdfDB7L6QxFa-C3lhUXnIXnUE32q-C6YvwxOaXKxI1fzxhWVj7vXp8CmFpIje8SkKbJVcYvqFk5_lz4jgIPgCKpzCJZ8YHTnu1gxqDva_wL4EgvWhs8Z2SSaJecrW0jj0WHl9AFlRd_O85lgIrPFpOl3RE/w426-h640/244762304_2072649686235806_757689013260824558_n.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Un nuevo fin de semana a la vista, con tintes invernales, se nos presenta; estamos en su tiempo. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigz2RhSsdvbwsm_Jg6ZY6-xSjGicW8_TZlemnyXhUw9DLhFH5RZYK-grcN_Gj1iDCTJOjNIiGZ19iY1KnkjLplglkiJgVXdie4O6WiYbXV-bgw7kFNJBNWirPIcdI3vEi6yhGtn0QywTQ9JFggnho1252mUi3oLSWGe5O4Cst9ILlclScV0zVCtZQ/s1200/324571929_1390929331743003_670852988766700107_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigz2RhSsdvbwsm_Jg6ZY6-xSjGicW8_TZlemnyXhUw9DLhFH5RZYK-grcN_Gj1iDCTJOjNIiGZ19iY1KnkjLplglkiJgVXdie4O6WiYbXV-bgw7kFNJBNWirPIcdI3vEi6yhGtn0QywTQ9JFggnho1252mUi3oLSWGe5O4Cst9ILlclScV0zVCtZQ/w300-h400/324571929_1390929331743003_670852988766700107_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">He hecho acopio de ovillos de lanas para templar y calentar, al menos, mis manos. Me agrada el tacto suave al tejer la lana.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0SjBrrdkfzDTO1PouMFbZ4yqo0FPR5EMoxA8XJLD2mVyy3OLIY2kHuls1d0-GRsOjV0RPBXmNXyMA1s6Km-njtFAEpVtQ3DMtFoFZ3XCrIn-zgDK6sl0ra6n1Vambc4SR5qSrJ5cMCHD4Sh9YewxC5tyl9bZkovIfUG-bKCPw_oMawI_-ZAB2_bg/s604/324418386_976277400415249_4310129245373055582_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="308" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0SjBrrdkfzDTO1PouMFbZ4yqo0FPR5EMoxA8XJLD2mVyy3OLIY2kHuls1d0-GRsOjV0RPBXmNXyMA1s6Km-njtFAEpVtQ3DMtFoFZ3XCrIn-zgDK6sl0ra6n1Vambc4SR5qSrJ5cMCHD4Sh9YewxC5tyl9bZkovIfUG-bKCPw_oMawI_-ZAB2_bg/w326-h640/324418386_976277400415249_4310129245373055582_n.jpg" width="326" /></a></div> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Qué no falte una bebida caliente que atempere el cuerpo, y a ratos, una buena lectura; esos plácidos y pequeños momentos los voy a disfrutar. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihZUQMGn19Hbe4N99Pbygxz-vhwUcqTx8o-wYX6TOkODCXWVukPc5D9YmV_jhJ_BZ4WlHDVWO1cNNOv-nV2WJsXdfNGxKIMQpBAWw4aYQ1OJM2MbGYfCULOyqFIZ2qKq4HIRf10QxD7onvBrZ6v1vl3XCvZWyhLD5LDAzfTvUbXKM4QeYNq-P9KU/s960/244761206_2072650769569031_5684347724839336766_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihZUQMGn19Hbe4N99Pbygxz-vhwUcqTx8o-wYX6TOkODCXWVukPc5D9YmV_jhJ_BZ4WlHDVWO1cNNOv-nV2WJsXdfNGxKIMQpBAWw4aYQ1OJM2MbGYfCULOyqFIZ2qKq4HIRf10QxD7onvBrZ6v1vl3XCvZWyhLD5LDAzfTvUbXKM4QeYNq-P9KU/w300-h400/244761206_2072650769569031_5684347724839336766_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">"Es invierno y el aire apenas mueve</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;">los colgantes resecos de las ramas.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;">El cielo ya se apaga en sus colores</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que presagian la noche entre los plátanos.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Al emular reclamo: luz , más luz",</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;">al menos la precisa en el poema."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dionisia García (Mientras dure la luz)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OIzt8yLg9DoBCjA4Qghfgh8kHGxVmLBbwjYq3Z4Y2Q0DjqQYb-sst29irMU7AbbLz55t9mo4uSPeCHTvlB7Eq-qPHxHDtTuTwFGNBtJCukEAyNStoVGBA5wY6LmqTJSXC4FykN5NZo2sAbFRD1kkmjoKjD9mwFeXsawd3deMGzAsJ15ZfO0u6SM/s500/324342432_902683560744857_3178053240244550103_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="375" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OIzt8yLg9DoBCjA4Qghfgh8kHGxVmLBbwjYq3Z4Y2Q0DjqQYb-sst29irMU7AbbLz55t9mo4uSPeCHTvlB7Eq-qPHxHDtTuTwFGNBtJCukEAyNStoVGBA5wY6LmqTJSXC4FykN5NZo2sAbFRD1kkmjoKjD9mwFeXsawd3deMGzAsJ15ZfO0u6SM/w300-h400/324342432_902683560744857_3178053240244550103_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">¡Feliz fin de semana!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p></p>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-40787541555062463712023-01-02T20:19:00.002+01:002023-01-02T21:48:42.062+01:00Ahora que estoy tan cerca de...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkIBX4h0TAe_fj0DPxvY4aQSzyZaXGFzwpSb8y4x4C_ukmqL-1JIzT1Yq_ioI4qvoJn2QIGZ9GULPkOCPi33QVhclVKGTBsN5U54TR7heFalJe6SkQYQrhlxpEQLNRRZ98YFwegFCrcgA5YtRa7ry7YZHKlgpLtjK1-aepHWTAJ4OyxKi8LpoFo34/s675/Valdepenas-cartel.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="675" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkIBX4h0TAe_fj0DPxvY4aQSzyZaXGFzwpSb8y4x4C_ukmqL-1JIzT1Yq_ioI4qvoJn2QIGZ9GULPkOCPi33QVhclVKGTBsN5U54TR7heFalJe6SkQYQrhlxpEQLNRRZ98YFwegFCrcgA5YtRa7ry7YZHKlgpLtjK1-aepHWTAJ4OyxKi8LpoFo34/s320/Valdepenas-cartel.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">... <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">quiero agradecer a nuestro querido amigo <a href="http://juanltrujillo.blogspot.com/2022/12/regalo-para-maite.html" target="_blank">Juan</a> la entrada que me dedicó </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">en su maravilloso blog.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOpugHXFDGR4632H2ZjUoElQmaEErCWM-sxBp4zpV068n-cgoyMbXfuzGhC-2WBi1xC03uCL-415-98UMMzoNLz4rl0IJj8Q0-XTC6xt1KkOjBLfOFQ0U9yEAsvatjPJI_B4sNViysuaswa0-ysJsCOYutSt9_VaVuYNl5n_G2gpXM9PdDdZ5MFs/s1160/Miguel%20Navarro.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="940" data-original-width="1160" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOpugHXFDGR4632H2ZjUoElQmaEErCWM-sxBp4zpV068n-cgoyMbXfuzGhC-2WBi1xC03uCL-415-98UMMzoNLz4rl0IJj8Q0-XTC6xt1KkOjBLfOFQ0U9yEAsvatjPJI_B4sNViysuaswa0-ysJsCOYutSt9_VaVuYNl5n_G2gpXM9PdDdZ5MFs/w400-h324/Miguel%20Navarro.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Miguel Navarro)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A los hijos de la MANCHA, mis hermanos, y a ella,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">la de la extensa llanura, donde mi ciudad florece como</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">una rosa de luz.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Con su corazón, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> EL POETA"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6d5d-Gdd-_dqE_whmxzN1XBkYLvk4rTi67e0BR-RvDJdx6QhWn7GkK9Qqk8CCv00d2mJvPgrAUaXn7zeSQX4KSVDyR8KwaiDPLRWRv8MdrzPD-UfeDQdWv5rY8J7bQLPWBQpmwhaRDVm7snbqMQG1-M0X7m7TE2u3ive1exyKzG15EVrHFuzS4iE/s2048/321287416_487843090125330_8963805966114468526_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6d5d-Gdd-_dqE_whmxzN1XBkYLvk4rTi67e0BR-RvDJdx6QhWn7GkK9Qqk8CCv00d2mJvPgrAUaXn7zeSQX4KSVDyR8KwaiDPLRWRv8MdrzPD-UfeDQdWv5rY8J7bQLPWBQpmwhaRDVm7snbqMQG1-M0X7m7TE2u3ive1exyKzG15EVrHFuzS4iE/w400-h266/321287416_487843090125330_8963805966114468526_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> "Yo soy de la llanada. Tengo el alma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">silenciosa y sencilla cual mis campos:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">su quieta soledad fermenta el vino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">del nostálgico verso en que me embriago.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVm-R822t2V0yE0QOLnx_F7HJJqCh_56x1nvpLhyDGicBnXyIxP9Lrq-6Qtw5rvAvNbkGbieMoTH4nQkMZXCSnZf3uIXONSfdFuRfLE14DNNj2QAnhOzJmQJG-Q1a5-N4oUhlS240a4CyVIZp5W0NDxYmBUunWXeAHF74QjYRwIS74I3v44-kjALU/s960/320694093_874590796912187_8345716856057042271_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVm-R822t2V0yE0QOLnx_F7HJJqCh_56x1nvpLhyDGicBnXyIxP9Lrq-6Qtw5rvAvNbkGbieMoTH4nQkMZXCSnZf3uIXONSfdFuRfLE14DNNj2QAnhOzJmQJG-Q1a5-N4oUhlS240a4CyVIZp5W0NDxYmBUunWXeAHF74QjYRwIS74I3v44-kjALU/w300-h400/320694093_874590796912187_8345716856057042271_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nací en la tierra labradora y noble</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">donde Cervantes recobró su brazo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">con el que dijo a Don Quijote: "Vuela!",</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">y "Sé cual lastre de tu dueño", a Sancho...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVmQlfzSJY8uPAkhrMHpuHBPdzsRUIylVhELrv2F1p3hmKiTWEo2kFHDP2FkSWD6agzoV809OtHjtzacDWX1HEmxug6p_Go95hw3DHSMyHkhsN1GZgxtqtFTmfNPcoIh994RvUPbVMIbum_1hS7AAuXAR6m8jpaBcp9YhtpVYt-Vn0pDaHiC1MEY/s960/320660215_2671096789691348_8522627268728888628_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVmQlfzSJY8uPAkhrMHpuHBPdzsRUIylVhELrv2F1p3hmKiTWEo2kFHDP2FkSWD6agzoV809OtHjtzacDWX1HEmxug6p_Go95hw3DHSMyHkhsN1GZgxtqtFTmfNPcoIh994RvUPbVMIbum_1hS7AAuXAR6m8jpaBcp9YhtpVYt-Vn0pDaHiC1MEY/s320/320660215_2671096789691348_8522627268728888628_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Yo quiero darte un beso que te ponga</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">de otro color la piel donde lo impacte.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Que sigas siendo tú, belleza eterna.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tú... y ese impacto: Juan Alcaide" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFz6p6xJxvIAX0MiAsQx_59f6f7kNjjnA3hLQUCRHPbKazMgf3-DUIrH01BHUhME2r8wzOiNwitxlsgjEqkU_N_0b7Mw0k9bXauyIBLRR_uF9QfDOV2-wFn9OqhWlcajm8hTi9KqBYezJzP8viIWPBTGbhuwC0nE_kvSoZUA2ZFwI-L1XWuVL4IA/s1920/320442563_693752058820513_7089475750388299754_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFz6p6xJxvIAX0MiAsQx_59f6f7kNjjnA3hLQUCRHPbKazMgf3-DUIrH01BHUhME2r8wzOiNwitxlsgjEqkU_N_0b7Mw0k9bXauyIBLRR_uF9QfDOV2-wFn9OqhWlcajm8hTi9KqBYezJzP8viIWPBTGbhuwC0nE_kvSoZUA2ZFwI-L1XWuVL4IA/w225-h400/320442563_693752058820513_7089475750388299754_n.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Poesía Completa de Juan Alcaide </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIBqKKmB7_EqoPL3JdD8gjs0zBT4UJCopxLd6KCB3wDBePVXko4z2YXnjCQ_-n4EEVNokA2Iqm0bFKiSoUvVqqypuk3FMI4x7wj_SZyY41LIbKffXWypzns14s8zVMG3LTL1bhU_RtgA9Ui5DGqEGGWrLnYxqj5bCAxcjEmoqmgCX5ZIv7VOcuB8/s2658/Museo-Hospital-de-Santiago-1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2658" data-original-width="1890" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIBqKKmB7_EqoPL3JdD8gjs0zBT4UJCopxLd6KCB3wDBePVXko4z2YXnjCQ_-n4EEVNokA2Iqm0bFKiSoUvVqqypuk3FMI4x7wj_SZyY41LIbKffXWypzns14s8zVMG3LTL1bhU_RtgA9Ui5DGqEGGWrLnYxqj5bCAxcjEmoqmgCX5ZIv7VOcuB8/w285-h400/Museo-Hospital-de-Santiago-1.png" width="285" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">¡Muchas Gracias, Juan!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Te dejo este <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qC8zTCoMUnI" target="_blank">vídeo</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">¡¡Feliz Año para TODOS!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span><p></p>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-47031807633382524512022-12-16T09:55:00.000+01:002022-12-16T09:55:11.543+01:00Lecturas navideñas<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSUM6I_1zULX8gvJL4yI7ORut6tU0hLJ2sWcZm7PoNhxERSAbBYwtDDpxVtSixif-gHOS4LJxKIim776-87w0-0NfCxytOl7eX2Y9Cy4RL7v1-NYEhmzVbxCIq8I2Iz0iGI47YNW69tPFu_c-xdmMiuUjGQKFLL_42RUqKyhfBLBFf60a5ukAvLE/s835/69167669141a44ba4464453253599693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSUM6I_1zULX8gvJL4yI7ORut6tU0hLJ2sWcZm7PoNhxERSAbBYwtDDpxVtSixif-gHOS4LJxKIim776-87w0-0NfCxytOl7eX2Y9Cy4RL7v1-NYEhmzVbxCIq8I2Iz0iGI47YNW69tPFu_c-xdmMiuUjGQKFLL_42RUqKyhfBLBFf60a5ukAvLE/w270-h400/69167669141a44ba4464453253599693.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Hace muchos años, al llegar estas fechas, próximas ya las fiestas navideñas, suelo acompañarme de alguna lectura relacionada con el tiempo que nos ocupa.</div></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8f-YC1iLgMFzn4nodanb5TzynU13h1kuySRag2yD_CIE332Flw4zBiT0P6w0t2mXcFYdYP8TNjnqZdXFbb5QoB8TgNG_SaKjAUjtWuxrpWkM1odXM3tiV0wemc5x64uDr7qL9g9TwV5OsSpP7BWY4Q_j6dW-izZuL6k7J8gkGBLhJBq80Ne59gc0/s846/11a4ba6ea62709b85a2cd56362041da9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8f-YC1iLgMFzn4nodanb5TzynU13h1kuySRag2yD_CIE332Flw4zBiT0P6w0t2mXcFYdYP8TNjnqZdXFbb5QoB8TgNG_SaKjAUjtWuxrpWkM1odXM3tiV0wemc5x64uDr7qL9g9TwV5OsSpP7BWY4Q_j6dW-izZuL6k7J8gkGBLhJBq80Ne59gc0/s320/11a4ba6ea62709b85a2cd56362041da9.jpg" width="213" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Buscando empaparme de ese espíritu navideño que, a veces, se desborda, y en otras ocasiones, se esconde en lo más profundo de un recóndito rincón y no hay un mínimo resquicio de que aflore.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8lQPSPKPiZKfGV5LvyoL934NmmL4S0Vm0d-kr4NpGnFzUhebtPHbW7txnC6Sdne_djRw_6_VeaxAuHS3X_LfXKw4vkQGd_QmSY6iK1IhTpS7OlgKWl7mFxF99Uu4KMuekXqG-yU2TTvrWQX7nhvaDBd817ybG1iXT_adeksTU8vZia4JkqbnUYQ/s840/FB_IMG_1670423723725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8lQPSPKPiZKfGV5LvyoL934NmmL4S0Vm0d-kr4NpGnFzUhebtPHbW7txnC6Sdne_djRw_6_VeaxAuHS3X_LfXKw4vkQGd_QmSY6iK1IhTpS7OlgKWl7mFxF99Uu4KMuekXqG-yU2TTvrWQX7nhvaDBd817ybG1iXT_adeksTU8vZia4JkqbnUYQ/w286-h400/FB_IMG_1670423723725.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: justify;">Supongo que son los "altibajos" de la vida. Este año, estoy en modo "stand by", a la espera de que todo acontezca como tenga que ser. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_t5SAin6wavQbA3V7Xyvk0yXSao9NMOXYvPnwV00QL3jacpXf6wBZUBa2PBmPDGXScio5zJIvsRNfkz2--1Qe2Lham7ViyQ2VjHZ5EbDib2kVnD-uD409D_B7GeRvCcFoYtOaiUAPzXp1eJwNCi4UuItjTjcnxvdNWzlGdHS6dYHDb9sKHELPJ4/s752/e2b03be969cd57c4cb0032797df2dd05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_t5SAin6wavQbA3V7Xyvk0yXSao9NMOXYvPnwV00QL3jacpXf6wBZUBa2PBmPDGXScio5zJIvsRNfkz2--1Qe2Lham7ViyQ2VjHZ5EbDib2kVnD-uD409D_B7GeRvCcFoYtOaiUAPzXp1eJwNCi4UuItjTjcnxvdNWzlGdHS6dYHDb9sKHELPJ4/w300-h400/e2b03be969cd57c4cb0032797df2dd05.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La lectura de este año ha sido un golpe de realidad, totalmente diferente a lo que he leído hasta ahora. Es una delicia de libro por lo bien escrito que está, a modo de un actualísimo cuento de navidad, pero describe sin aspavientos la cruda situación de los personajes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdDFq2xi0rvdwn-oekSpTg_TONE3RZg-ndDfmIPXbbPf6R8Q7_oVy_vPTOCNjd28SEco2pEUQAgknBvRy_aVdX-Zgbpfpll6C0Mwx_ZRb7EcAYKEvmVWoucEM_y0E6k5-wLCf8WGLy6nuUNuYvY0_TLFqTdAz0iLfNmid8O6f0ETWloZUA9uiPoI/s1001/a122366599ef1688a7389b409f4b550c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1001" data-original-width="564" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdDFq2xi0rvdwn-oekSpTg_TONE3RZg-ndDfmIPXbbPf6R8Q7_oVy_vPTOCNjd28SEco2pEUQAgknBvRy_aVdX-Zgbpfpll6C0Mwx_ZRb7EcAYKEvmVWoucEM_y0E6k5-wLCf8WGLy6nuUNuYvY0_TLFqTdAz0iLfNmid8O6f0ETWloZUA9uiPoI/w360-h640/a122366599ef1688a7389b409f4b550c.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>" Con la estela brillante de las chispas de fuego que saltaban de la catenaria, continuó circulando por las vías que se adentraban en la periferia, allí donde Dios no se había aventurado jamás; después, abandonó cualquier ruta establecida y continuó sin detenerse en ninguna parada. Y siguió avanzando. Los únicos que lo vieron fueron los sonámbulos de la Nochebuena, y a todos le pareció un cometa."</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>El tranvía de Navidad de Giosuè Calaciura</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-CFiy6oViu2HJjjNZ7LCdDkj8EwE1KVnKcOplS0hcTcv43ofMfH9h5rthxx71abDaBE_0PL7e6I4NyssC5fz7yaHCKZfyG55bnALb7XHPZRExbA5rO7Gkb4wxEjqVH6r6nIMw0iZrnrpUiv580Hi_r0r4cqrGoTbG6gI-qvrmentwlK3A7AW6OQ/s845/d2e65c92c53995d4049e150d6617cf25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-CFiy6oViu2HJjjNZ7LCdDkj8EwE1KVnKcOplS0hcTcv43ofMfH9h5rthxx71abDaBE_0PL7e6I4NyssC5fz7yaHCKZfyG55bnALb7XHPZRExbA5rO7Gkb4wxEjqVH6r6nIMw0iZrnrpUiv580Hi_r0r4cqrGoTbG6gI-qvrmentwlK3A7AW6OQ/w268-h400/d2e65c92c53995d4049e150d6617cf25.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">¿Alguna recomendación para seguir leyendo durante estos días?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLKzOr9E-ItMJ7NZWqyWgo0eD_N3p9kNRRnybssjFyZpaJPXkpjhlfOoM7LFp4JbEIGVe5NamB6H0YBk2jxq7OABhlEykAplgxLI32tDcSgU-kZOWiQE-sexx28lpYAWAT8QxORJqOtWTKiRs3Bq6sWD4RtdfRKKXE6Cv_H5AgOki7E89BMOgkPzQ/s900/FB_IMG_1671037648170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLKzOr9E-ItMJ7NZWqyWgo0eD_N3p9kNRRnybssjFyZpaJPXkpjhlfOoM7LFp4JbEIGVe5NamB6H0YBk2jxq7OABhlEykAplgxLI32tDcSgU-kZOWiQE-sexx28lpYAWAT8QxORJqOtWTKiRs3Bq6sWD4RtdfRKKXE6Cv_H5AgOki7E89BMOgkPzQ/w266-h400/FB_IMG_1671037648170.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><br /><i style="font-weight: bold;">¡Os deseo a todos unas Felices Fiestas de Navidad¡</i></span></div></div></div>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-30658148254986876862022-12-02T10:12:00.005+01:002022-12-02T11:06:10.478+01:00La casa sosegada<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIA3MdTOt4nUuW4bt80peeF64TCbMa2UY-X2RM8cjlGF3a5kBWkfJR8NjRicxok7FkvankCg3tJAH8mAyVHwkn5qIibJLhpf0zkgj5sFf84z0yKasKJhdOA_NzENQxmRsCHBe5e0EoyIQz6cBYT_TXjAO39LTEZoADbs7J6crJ9iejwgLI5FqcMg/s800/14523212_683721095128679_1703470893551982443_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="534" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIA3MdTOt4nUuW4bt80peeF64TCbMa2UY-X2RM8cjlGF3a5kBWkfJR8NjRicxok7FkvankCg3tJAH8mAyVHwkn5qIibJLhpf0zkgj5sFf84z0yKasKJhdOA_NzENQxmRsCHBe5e0EoyIQz6cBYT_TXjAO39LTEZoADbs7J6crJ9iejwgLI5FqcMg/w268-h400/14523212_683721095128679_1703470893551982443_n.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Diciembre, ya hemos llegado al último mes del año. Diciembre me resuena a "HOGAR". </span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKiBq5ILQov51flFa4fVOMGyEJUImBrZkd5u8HZ4Ikp4V89ihppNNmTCaMcXw65Iyj0I2kcb3LX1bRZFjM2BuEinJCiCtIqig6g112OGfUQ6LBzK2I1ox_pgnyzFMx04BcS8Zl8iD-9PzuZ2slnBjfHaY_YryUPyvAzfN2_rmb8GD4heP-tSgUcA/s843/91613065_1607229102777869_5867999678045356032_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="843" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKiBq5ILQov51flFa4fVOMGyEJUImBrZkd5u8HZ4Ikp4V89ihppNNmTCaMcXw65Iyj0I2kcb3LX1bRZFjM2BuEinJCiCtIqig6g112OGfUQ6LBzK2I1ox_pgnyzFMx04BcS8Zl8iD-9PzuZ2slnBjfHaY_YryUPyvAzfN2_rmb8GD4heP-tSgUcA/w400-h400/91613065_1607229102777869_5867999678045356032_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Aunque sinceramente, luego se convierte en días de ajetreo, y siento que estoy más fuera que dentro de casa. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNy3ncOtskseGQph7CIMuvDUUv48AqD6ZS_uWAdzUq4ZAWFzQoIrUulHVXerXOrX1RjqTNfw7UagfCGSrYwQbTXOEjT1OiifUYUqMgb2AOwJbvMv8ewslz8z8pYsfTwtJtLy54_Xhd-gpjXyM2w_IHccaNyKzg27FpayD4vmGvTh2YjkRVf2pN4k/s767/271709217_4822265501145457_5456695305805274344_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="618" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNy3ncOtskseGQph7CIMuvDUUv48AqD6ZS_uWAdzUq4ZAWFzQoIrUulHVXerXOrX1RjqTNfw7UagfCGSrYwQbTXOEjT1OiifUYUqMgb2AOwJbvMv8ewslz8z8pYsfTwtJtLy54_Xhd-gpjXyM2w_IHccaNyKzg27FpayD4vmGvTh2YjkRVf2pN4k/w323-h400/271709217_4822265501145457_5456695305805274344_n.jpg" width="323" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> Soy muy afortunada, puedo mantener cálido mi hogar, siempre hay un té o café caliente para templar el cuerpo, y una lectura con que aliviar el inexorable paso del tiempo.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKex75uHk87VFb8XlKN5k9gToBPo5gLgCpa_be38__O0xPNfymKMCgvMb_sNIFQyx5o7gc6xQHUHvHnjDG_4UOnijbp656x1EiilwpUzof8J7d0JEVTE3xAmo41d15cxde6Hwi24-aE41oJcUTtAAfwjPlSBJCx7sjJpz4i2jdm3YRQs1qSPkAAVo/s474/316807907_5748241588547839_1696975144127446569_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="335" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKex75uHk87VFb8XlKN5k9gToBPo5gLgCpa_be38__O0xPNfymKMCgvMb_sNIFQyx5o7gc6xQHUHvHnjDG_4UOnijbp656x1EiilwpUzof8J7d0JEVTE3xAmo41d15cxde6Hwi24-aE41oJcUTtAAfwjPlSBJCx7sjJpz4i2jdm3YRQs1qSPkAAVo/w283-h400/316807907_5748241588547839_1696975144127446569_n.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mi propósito para estos días decembrinos es disfrutar de mi hogar, de mi familia, de mis lecturas y de mis labores, y escaparme de la vorágine tumultuosa en la que, a veces, he convertido el mes de diciembre.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit0V0mqmAl6EkJCWJHmU5meq1j0Mwc_5kD-OdngU_0Exsgf-g05ECNpobAy6zjQVUf9cJdTWlY5c0OY2zD3h7MoA8o14mbU--2-UHTzz5C0ViNhJIZjriexkS3Yas515hKNwryCBhqSgA1dOI1JeAC6J5v27LaY6nc5yHAJD1cvfowUFGj9thSUx8/s831/124418398_1741095309398221_862336584650221529_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="831" data-original-width="554" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit0V0mqmAl6EkJCWJHmU5meq1j0Mwc_5kD-OdngU_0Exsgf-g05ECNpobAy6zjQVUf9cJdTWlY5c0OY2zD3h7MoA8o14mbU--2-UHTzz5C0ViNhJIZjriexkS3Yas515hKNwryCBhqSgA1dOI1JeAC6J5v27LaY6nc5yHAJD1cvfowUFGj9thSUx8/w266-h400/124418398_1741095309398221_862336584650221529_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>En el hondo silencio de cada cosa y tuyo,</i></b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>y en esa soledad tan viva y plena,</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>podrás oír acaso la música del mundo.</i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Aguza bien tu oído. Escucha. Y sueña. </i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Eloy Sánchez Rosillo (La rama verde)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkaeEQoEriokpeQjJjr51P84X3mzsKzPwFk59WGfjeoFbUVO2CwvHIe95p_XK31wkItzleMpAMsQ-b1ISXCJATqMILog162wjqkqsHr_Tx9jy716NdY5zJRl1cIUb_G3kRIBc-00zndyZwGiY7_bGtAz2-Ryr1ISzXHGIZYoWUZdRPMy9jMlCBYU/s1001/45150bff3e60169010e44ff1e721e9b3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1001" data-original-width="563" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkaeEQoEriokpeQjJjr51P84X3mzsKzPwFk59WGfjeoFbUVO2CwvHIe95p_XK31wkItzleMpAMsQ-b1ISXCJATqMILog162wjqkqsHr_Tx9jy716NdY5zJRl1cIUb_G3kRIBc-00zndyZwGiY7_bGtAz2-Ryr1ISzXHGIZYoWUZdRPMy9jMlCBYU/w225-h400/45150bff3e60169010e44ff1e721e9b3.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">¡Feliz diciembre!<br /></span><p></p>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-1610345037262110532022-11-17T09:55:00.005+01:002022-11-17T09:57:03.007+01:00¡Por fin, otoño!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8Y0saUClrlptOXg1iU-FbbKIJNbPr8UZcvTeHb3jUDejZnB6Vno4a07MwPuNIMRpCb2QqoZjnMeTMsmHMMEWKSjYuzMLCiVDlJLQEtaXZYokR3MiOqADLw9MDDn7Z0kmHvPj6NBnCpfkzTRteX6RjksgJV8Apf6YQegaRa-f4u8__7y_b6hgrf8/s900/311572250_491159713055358_5026596134725703421_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="721" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8Y0saUClrlptOXg1iU-FbbKIJNbPr8UZcvTeHb3jUDejZnB6Vno4a07MwPuNIMRpCb2QqoZjnMeTMsmHMMEWKSjYuzMLCiVDlJLQEtaXZYokR3MiOqADLw9MDDn7Z0kmHvPj6NBnCpfkzTRteX6RjksgJV8Apf6YQegaRa-f4u8__7y_b6hgrf8/w320-h400/311572250_491159713055358_5026596134725703421_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Se dice que cada estación tiene algo que enseñarnos, sólo tenemos que buscar la lección. </span></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_nBzbB5gKcJHdbguZY9hF-0PEbK6uRoTXlKXa9rQ-hrV75-aG005PE8Yl6me2YDpJdGXxakyOJ2GzJADOVNr3iVSndlLsNVqVW1hU6RAFAoXw--fIv-qrUobIRdNzrfvSw-CTpMFqtIS26jrQ2uKB1EVZG19Wm-u2jmI_3zBPaUyWC4eRQbagxk/s320/246831445_1770533066481097_7424193576991944675_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="320" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_nBzbB5gKcJHdbguZY9hF-0PEbK6uRoTXlKXa9rQ-hrV75-aG005PE8Yl6me2YDpJdGXxakyOJ2GzJADOVNr3iVSndlLsNVqVW1hU6RAFAoXw--fIv-qrUobIRdNzrfvSw-CTpMFqtIS26jrQ2uKB1EVZG19Wm-u2jmI_3zBPaUyWC4eRQbagxk/w320-h256/246831445_1770533066481097_7424193576991944675_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">No puedo estar más de acuerdo. En un rincón de mi pequeño balcón tengo unas cuantas macetas, es mi jardín particular, el contacto más cercano que puedo permitirme cada día con la naturaleza.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxSrZtkJ1HGjBlK7n0VH6ibc8gRwgwxrhAeBBHtjsy8mbw6XBzZ3nvFSIq_a354o9gVH8ffglRupF5ZrOK7ZK29M1OARRGt0sNV7T0N1Re3NLMC5YmpHA4yyRpmFmvADcuPj_8wPDCQHLVWe1RUttVW8rtPXOc6fAT4F4RYtzriTNtLj4tmhwKT5M/s960/310468945_475411761296820_3607036158700024833_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxSrZtkJ1HGjBlK7n0VH6ibc8gRwgwxrhAeBBHtjsy8mbw6XBzZ3nvFSIq_a354o9gVH8ffglRupF5ZrOK7ZK29M1OARRGt0sNV7T0N1Re3NLMC5YmpHA4yyRpmFmvADcuPj_8wPDCQHLVWe1RUttVW8rtPXOc6fAT4F4RYtzriTNtLj4tmhwKT5M/w266-h400/310468945_475411761296820_3607036158700024833_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> A estas alturas del otoño, ya había plantado las flores de invierno: pensamientos. Y resulta que las diminutas surfinias y las mimosas han florecido y sus hojas están tan verdes como si fuera primavera. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKk2Fe9vtxiTzbGaQ4b3odRAOekD9deLrvwO1opmcdsn3PTIznw0BINDW-8hemYzRl5rm6zfM_IIJfbFKiqNPiyIpGdQ6hAk_dt6iYTZKkO-vanXoSfTHx8d8e4aSCXI-OiPVDsb0YgB9natXXPqPP5qKaJ_FnyHKztapdc7o-gZkrFWbZlCpMl6s/s640/260779610_3082034312082161_3575608395997416911_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKk2Fe9vtxiTzbGaQ4b3odRAOekD9deLrvwO1opmcdsn3PTIznw0BINDW-8hemYzRl5rm6zfM_IIJfbFKiqNPiyIpGdQ6hAk_dt6iYTZKkO-vanXoSfTHx8d8e4aSCXI-OiPVDsb0YgB9natXXPqPP5qKaJ_FnyHKztapdc7o-gZkrFWbZlCpMl6s/s320/260779610_3082034312082161_3575608395997416911_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Las hojas de los árboles no saben si caerse o comenzar a brotar. Y la lluvia mansa, serena, buena y pacífica de nuestro poeta García Lorca se ha olvidado de caer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLv2OqHPm6D3Q23Ogr4UscOrOGufKpwxv8xEo2YGvrwfdm1O3ULCzzZOoTYJ1Vjkl_6yOTi49tZrNEzT0YN99WHZ24bgSNvpc1ZETHgxT9I-QO2WvyiAPzpyJQDlw2_EFrF7JAphve5C-qwFICGtvu5fX3KEU4W8evFZRH0-6jE-neB77vN5PKJQ/s784/241265031_1770533863147684_590884883738212303_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="784" data-original-width="735" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLv2OqHPm6D3Q23Ogr4UscOrOGufKpwxv8xEo2YGvrwfdm1O3ULCzzZOoTYJ1Vjkl_6yOTi49tZrNEzT0YN99WHZ24bgSNvpc1ZETHgxT9I-QO2WvyiAPzpyJQDlw2_EFrF7JAphve5C-qwFICGtvu5fX3KEU4W8evFZRH0-6jE-neB77vN5PKJQ/w375-h400/241265031_1770533863147684_590884883738212303_n.jpg" width="375" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Celebro la llegada del otoño durante estos días, la lluvia y el viento por fin acuden a mi ventana.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguCtZCjQBhNSbAaVdK6-qLeoNTdg6PzP1BvBepjeGCKGSYLb6L4QvD9MtWimffsnecn9qrZ1n2rldQPn-EhBwDU6Tu_7sAI_-ZrD9GnFAhYMyHXXnLxPvBMQosgj17t6VhNoqzI9E1yd4POrm1AIF_hq-VLCihDAtYowy4z8nyxvOFXi_mBa0MA3w/s315/311767792_491159446388718_1521330059875679830_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="315" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguCtZCjQBhNSbAaVdK6-qLeoNTdg6PzP1BvBepjeGCKGSYLb6L4QvD9MtWimffsnecn9qrZ1n2rldQPn-EhBwDU6Tu_7sAI_-ZrD9GnFAhYMyHXXnLxPvBMQosgj17t6VhNoqzI9E1yd4POrm1AIF_hq-VLCihDAtYowy4z8nyxvOFXi_mBa0MA3w/s1600/311767792_491159446388718_1521330059875679830_n.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Otoño: mi estación favorita</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvp2H6sLsM7Cpe96EhewNoMqohfhXSaL3SPP98xauB5e63dIzyr8oxpS1K-tpBt1s6D_bw_2gqATM_q9qM2kwnolf5sNRBXItk49C_ceFNasTLvBjWDyOyNWEbd6BNPsNST_am36KGruHCCtte0s276xuN8yg0S18Xrt1jZs1ngDHlh1rKIGgUEuk/s900/313298564_491159606388702_547533124536680717_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvp2H6sLsM7Cpe96EhewNoMqohfhXSaL3SPP98xauB5e63dIzyr8oxpS1K-tpBt1s6D_bw_2gqATM_q9qM2kwnolf5sNRBXItk49C_ceFNasTLvBjWDyOyNWEbd6BNPsNST_am36KGruHCCtte0s276xuN8yg0S18Xrt1jZs1ngDHlh1rKIGgUEuk/w266-h400/313298564_491159606388702_547533124536680717_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><h2 style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"De las hojas mojadas, de la tierra húmeda, brotaba entonces un aroma delicioso, y el agua de la lluvia recogida en el hueco de tu mano tenía el sabor de aquel aroma, siendo tal la sustancia de donde aquél emanaba, oscuro y penetrante, como el de un pétalo ajado de magnolia. Te parecía volver a una dulce costumbre desde lo extraño y distante. Y por la noche, ya en la cama, encogías tu cuerpo, sintiéndolo joven, ligero y puro, en torno de tu alma, fundido con ella, hecho alma también él mismo."</span></h2><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Luis Cernuda Bidón (Ocnos)</span></p></div></span></div></div>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-59942625705804921632022-11-04T00:19:00.006+01:002022-11-04T00:19:46.681+01:00EQUILIBRIO<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHubyMe6quP1cIwfBz4Ala-cE0SdqoW5QDumo2UZBN63gYXMzyWmj6qp43lFDOpwL2DG4KQCTrzCUFwYeMcEnYte2sVVD18okyieqZv--0qTANCSH0TJ26Fp_eCUlQ4pj01H2FQP8DAaqB2O40geSpJgWKG_rOYSMCglk-N_teEdk4jYrPCD_T6Y/s320/PORTADA%20EQUILIBRIO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="256" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHubyMe6quP1cIwfBz4Ala-cE0SdqoW5QDumo2UZBN63gYXMzyWmj6qp43lFDOpwL2DG4KQCTrzCUFwYeMcEnYte2sVVD18okyieqZv--0qTANCSH0TJ26Fp_eCUlQ4pj01H2FQP8DAaqB2O40geSpJgWKG_rOYSMCglk-N_teEdk4jYrPCD_T6Y/s1600/PORTADA%20EQUILIBRIO.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;">Terminé el día con el corazón roto, recogí los pequeños fragmentos y los coloqué con cuidado en un rincón de la vieja cómoda de mi dormitorio. Las heridas hay que protegerlas y tratar de sanarlas; aunque alguna vez, escuch</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm;">é que cuando algo se rompe y se repara, no sigue siendo el mismo objeto.</span></span></p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 48px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: #5a5a5a; font-size: 14pt; text-align: start; text-indent: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;"><span style="color: white;"> </span></span></div></span><span style="background-color: #5a5a5a; color: #5b341f; font-size: 14pt; text-align: start; text-indent: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Antes de dormir, </span><span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">abrí la página del libro </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">que me sostenía durante </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">las solitarias noches de aquellos momentos y leí: “el <a href="https://www.mundodeportivo.com/uncomo/educacion/articulo/que-es-el-kintsugi-significado-y-filosofia-51543.html" style="color: #004d99; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">kintsugi</a> es la </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">práctica de reparar fracturas de la cerámica con barniz o resina espolvoreada con oro”. El eco de esta lectura resonó en mis sueños aquella noche, </span><span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">kintsugi</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> el arte de reponerse y de mostrar las cicatrices de forma extraordinariamente bella.</span></div></span><span style="background-color: #5a5a5a; color: #5b341f; font-size: 14pt; text-align: start; text-indent: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span></div></span><span style="background-color: #5a5a5a; color: #5b341f; font-size: 14pt; text-align: start; text-indent: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Amanecí al día siguiente con </span><span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">la idea de aliviar la tristeza, y con el </span><span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px; text-indent: 0cm;">único propósito de recomponer mi pequeño y ajado corazón hecho pedazos.</span><span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px; text-indent: 0cm;">Para esta misión, que se me antojó casi imposible, me calcé mis esparteñas, con ellas mantendría el equilibrio perfecto y como si de un mantra se tratara <span style="color: red;">empecé a bailar y cantar</span> con mucha calma y quietud aquella canción de Cohen que dice “hay una grieta -una grieta- en todas las cosas. Así es como entra la luz”.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px; text-indent: 0cm;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFBa6qb3uwyEuJk7o3N-bZs6tbor-o4MdO_bmebVsVUsdq-kcp8qk2ICKFIKsmm6J46Ss7J8t9qY1Pg6b52bFEpgObus9VNX4-vpDUoBQ4_pYnYnDd0Whzdi91sxUYnSf-1u6zVnD1dHQqVlF0qBkLwHCpqjSZCN4PkTxbLItVwj8ANkQLxUHruo/s316/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="238" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFBa6qb3uwyEuJk7o3N-bZs6tbor-o4MdO_bmebVsVUsdq-kcp8qk2ICKFIKsmm6J46Ss7J8t9qY1Pg6b52bFEpgObus9VNX4-vpDUoBQ4_pYnYnDd0Whzdi91sxUYnSf-1u6zVnD1dHQqVlF0qBkLwHCpqjSZCN4PkTxbLItVwj8ANkQLxUHruo/s1600/4.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21.4667px; text-indent: 0cm;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="background-color: #5a5a5a; color: #5b341f; font-size: 14pt; text-align: start; text-indent: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span></div></span><span style="background-color: #5a5a5a; color: #5b341f; font-size: 14pt; text-align: start; text-indent: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Al levantar la persiana, los rayos del sol iluminaron las fisuras de mi transformado corazón, aquellas grietas doradas brillaban ahora con más energía y valor. Sentí unos enormes deseos de abrazar a </span><span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">mi madre</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">, así que salí con mi </span><span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">sonrisa</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> puesta y con mi renovado corazón, aún si cabe más bello y hermoso por el polvo de oro que contenían mis cicatrices.</span></div></span><span style="background-color: #5a5a5a; color: #5b341f; font-size: 14pt; text-align: start; text-indent: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span></div></span><span style="background-color: #5a5a5a; color: #5b341f; font-size: 14pt; text-align: start; text-indent: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">Ya en la calle, me di cuenta por vez primera, que otros tantos corazones lucían esplendorosas fracturas doradas, y no pude evitar </span><span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;">saludarles</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> con mi mejor atención. Y es que todos los corazones tienen una larga historia que contar.</span></div></span><span style="background-color: #5a5a5a; color: #5b341f; font-size: 14pt; text-align: start; text-indent: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;"> </span></div></span><span style="background-color: #5a5a5a; color: #5b341f; font-size: 14pt; text-align: start; text-indent: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; text-indent: 0cm;"><a href="https://exlibrismaiteblog.blogspot.com/" style="color: #004d99; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">©Maite Lorenzo</a></span></div></span></span><p style="background-color: #5a5a5a; color: #5b341f; font-size: 19.8px; text-align: start;"></p><p style="background-color: #5a5a5a; color: #5b341f; font-size: 19.8px; text-align: start;"></p><p style="background-color: #5a5a5a; color: #5b341f; font-size: 19.8px; text-align: start;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 19.8px; text-align: start;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21.4667px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Relato perteneciente a la propuesta: Equilibrio de “<a href="https://varietes-ginebra.blogspot.com/2022/10/equilibrio.html" style="text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Variétés</a>”)</span></span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 48px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbhgUYzNaCi1ECOZVRnpmAagkJccNS1UV9sVOanxjbIOp4hnh52yfRSfL8z4H9JcnmTQG5yxYgTZiKkwT8YvsoZSWYa1HDU7RLdXyhV8_i-hJHizLUznzXdIxriKO8zcV93btcvQYA1KJcxx9z6PQXZO8JvHMUUKosRMMcJGqxW70VisqX3AAGNE/s640/d5791426d4548cc414b86b5cc7d5b02a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="576" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbhgUYzNaCi1ECOZVRnpmAagkJccNS1UV9sVOanxjbIOp4hnh52yfRSfL8z4H9JcnmTQG5yxYgTZiKkwT8YvsoZSWYa1HDU7RLdXyhV8_i-hJHizLUznzXdIxriKO8zcV93btcvQYA1KJcxx9z6PQXZO8JvHMUUKosRMMcJGqxW70VisqX3AAGNE/s320/d5791426d4548cc414b86b5cc7d5b02a.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Gracias, Gin, por todo. </span><br /></span><br /></h3>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-70089355476466938192022-10-24T11:02:00.005+02:002022-10-24T11:02:37.228+02:00Jardín con bliblioteca<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMoCsmSAmRSo1rObOJaqy7Kx2qxPsXzjP00a1yVj_hCbSvM5N2oOW_nGB475OF9jKlRiZRrbYxqzZ6H-r_vqOYb40zQ0TyvIO7cTpXHaQzGxGsqZfbw1Kb3GWeqWBAx-m5U5qK2J-ImR_TDw8Vbw-FReeby_E9gQ-nMb0xNS3D5FujSYGhZXHyDK4/s1024/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="1024" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMoCsmSAmRSo1rObOJaqy7Kx2qxPsXzjP00a1yVj_hCbSvM5N2oOW_nGB475OF9jKlRiZRrbYxqzZ6H-r_vqOYb40zQ0TyvIO7cTpXHaQzGxGsqZfbw1Kb3GWeqWBAx-m5U5qK2J-ImR_TDw8Vbw-FReeby_E9gQ-nMb0xNS3D5FujSYGhZXHyDK4/w400-h225/image.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">He oído en la radio que hoy se celebra el día internacional de las bibliotecas. Siempre es buen momento para ir a la biblioteca, pero hoy hay que hacer una visita especial.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzFZ6JJPvq9QvSSW47YFDfHiPgD_HCIoWwmlh2jMmFFxT1R9dlTZb_PDgqXK6grXH-226EzWEXRHlHpkn8xo59azXnW7o8ai_asWgM84FCbhRs8xpCl1Fovd-vyjHrv0SI7fpJJUcZa8c7cZIux0nn75ixdmZLvv9uH2YjYHHRm4NKt9E78JHYDI/s1200/Biblioteca-Municipal-Conde-Duque_Pasillo-Central-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1200" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzFZ6JJPvq9QvSSW47YFDfHiPgD_HCIoWwmlh2jMmFFxT1R9dlTZb_PDgqXK6grXH-226EzWEXRHlHpkn8xo59azXnW7o8ai_asWgM84FCbhRs8xpCl1Fovd-vyjHrv0SI7fpJJUcZa8c7cZIux0nn75ixdmZLvv9uH2YjYHHRm4NKt9E78JHYDI/w400-h300/Biblioteca-Municipal-Conde-Duque_Pasillo-Central-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Dicen que dijo Cicerón: <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #385539; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Si hortum in biblioteca habes, deerit nihil", podría traducirse: s</span><em style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #2f2e2e; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">i tienes un jardín y una biblioteca, tienes todo lo que necesitas.</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #2f2e2e; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2f2e2e; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkMoEUYiBvJoR0gRfncZC8Cfw5lb3HqajkGiHiQDlzavwLWBeOlBi7D22LDZCv6_73SKaBJul24JNomqYtD5bZovS7FZfLKeJT3JVRs26IEtopTjTFNf-y2_qGZMEKhxLbT20Bn4LOuIHJt2qPCy0AwtjNSb4JeBIbk9uk_dQ7BVNL4QqPBFCe8w/s251/descarga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="201" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkMoEUYiBvJoR0gRfncZC8Cfw5lb3HqajkGiHiQDlzavwLWBeOlBi7D22LDZCv6_73SKaBJul24JNomqYtD5bZovS7FZfLKeJT3JVRs26IEtopTjTFNf-y2_qGZMEKhxLbT20Bn4LOuIHJt2qPCy0AwtjNSb4JeBIbk9uk_dQ7BVNL4QqPBFCe8w/w320-h400/descarga.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">La verdad es que no hay nada mejor para cultivar el espíritu que la lectura de un buen libro, cada uno, según sus preferencias.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrXOL_NRJpnDvPpglzl2FH6nY056EXUFSya4UQ0hlUZhEfU_2HLunSpXUfWihIe7iKK23DAyvo30jQ3dryJliliHcSU7q-0KkOnue5KxOl-AvRliWHtd8YbjfmM77nYZCcErajf2DKxumDbpKcUXO0q-no5FzZaLTaxc2SuxIhTFq_Fa8AkqpjvBY/s600/28d95b327b9954ef6cd0972b5cf20f97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrXOL_NRJpnDvPpglzl2FH6nY056EXUFSya4UQ0hlUZhEfU_2HLunSpXUfWihIe7iKK23DAyvo30jQ3dryJliliHcSU7q-0KkOnue5KxOl-AvRliWHtd8YbjfmM77nYZCcErajf2DKxumDbpKcUXO0q-no5FzZaLTaxc2SuxIhTFq_Fa8AkqpjvBY/w266-h400/28d95b327b9954ef6cd0972b5cf20f97.jpg" width="266" /></a></span></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">No tengo un gran jardín; unas humildes flores y un par de libros de la biblioteca me hacen florecer a diario. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZOujzCkYDn6cqOhI6LMQhle700ioN8yWW155UFwXpthJdMcTyX4RnLN3HEXnrUR_xU00uUaiUIjAwjj0qxRkkFSfvhuUKgxIK5knYkxKM1zLsl5-ufTj3z_uLbo8ualU1Kel7jPw5jnkWTzK8bvme3dzmYbRHHflGDUOSAA8FfgLKkwxJ6M9tOA/s750/6669fa66e98ee4cb8d3be24df1d565b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZOujzCkYDn6cqOhI6LMQhle700ioN8yWW155UFwXpthJdMcTyX4RnLN3HEXnrUR_xU00uUaiUIjAwjj0qxRkkFSfvhuUKgxIK5knYkxKM1zLsl5-ufTj3z_uLbo8ualU1Kel7jPw5jnkWTzK8bvme3dzmYbRHHflGDUOSAA8FfgLKkwxJ6M9tOA/w266-h400/6669fa66e98ee4cb8d3be24df1d565b1.jpg" width="266" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><p style="text-align: center;">"Paladea despacio</p><p style="text-align: center;">esta noche tan noche. Prende llama</p><p style="text-align: center;">al solsticio de invierno y celebrad</p><p style="text-align: center;">la vid y las endrinas.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Igual que ayer, lo mismo que mañana.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Más tierna que Perséfone,</p><p style="text-align: center;">más bella que Afrodita,</p><p style="text-align: center;">quien dicen que bailaba en vuestra boda."</p><p style="text-align: center;">Jardín con biblioteca (Carlos Aganzo)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0D2uNmBI6S-3cUUwBQMumm_9-89RyAAIHvU0R1NL9SaLNIbRM-DIKFTt2v3qFr-CXt-r-nOMToDvN5UaSvk3JVWQHtuT79fG8jbm35iPd6mz0Z7g-7NLZxHFXjXBrLNk1UgCgteqSUBi6SpHdqkszuLpfdN6zn-CWvV1tYXAahkzU2RM0Rn9JWSs/s800/9e5f6af7ec40bcfaf1632ae3842aba4d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0D2uNmBI6S-3cUUwBQMumm_9-89RyAAIHvU0R1NL9SaLNIbRM-DIKFTt2v3qFr-CXt-r-nOMToDvN5UaSvk3JVWQHtuT79fG8jbm35iPd6mz0Z7g-7NLZxHFXjXBrLNk1UgCgteqSUBi6SpHdqkszuLpfdN6zn-CWvV1tYXAahkzU2RM0Rn9JWSs/w266-h400/9e5f6af7ec40bcfaf1632ae3842aba4d.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">¡Felices lecturas!</p></span><p></p><p></p>Maite http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265725013202552029noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58585816091441640.post-58416237994590538922022-10-06T14:40:00.007+02:002022-10-06T14:40:55.859+02:00Un dibujo de octubre<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYGdg9ul1kz5tAdTHZNeYnCR38YmucO_N9gFvTak7oWBLZJlkuLjjjmDNtrqxOl-FgRFdNrEaVDWc9W6PPCKAE__zFviaXE0-Bi7MFTJOpSjkNY2vEZGZr4mytdKYUhft9zlvXwYHgrw0Oq7vzqO-kFXiMSieJRA07YiVgKODqZlU1cBdFZWpjYwc/s960/309615788_631698455075835_76372484176082198_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="668" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYGdg9ul1kz5tAdTHZNeYnCR38YmucO_N9gFvTak7oWBLZJlkuLjjjmDNtrqxOl-FgRFdNrEaVDWc9W6PPCKAE__zFviaXE0-Bi7MFTJOpSjkNY2vEZGZr4mytdKYUhft9zlvXwYHgrw0Oq7vzqO-kFXiMSieJRA07YiVgKODqZlU1cBdFZWpjYwc/w279-h400/309615788_631698455075835_76372484176082198_n.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">El mes de octubre ha llegado con apariencia de verano. Van ocho meses ya; pensaba que iba a disponer de mucho tiempo para realizar todo aquello que espero hacer, pero la vertiginosidad del día a día me acapara de tal forma que no soy capaz de llegar a todo.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4AXLVk2x0D10j1-vb5RxgkiYeii5pzA360sJlJfvVgRWKnz_7Iy9TjILXUyzmXxjfaFsGWx2BGi2QLgcXIcpZ7qqRExreAxdQBnDGtNJAWEqr-1fWmrl18kOuWBxdaf2MjeaCE2k68AEgAMadViWu_nTGzVNKXD4zAeT49MMyLtxvhqIskWUND3Y/s830/arbol_de_hoja_caduca.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="551" data-original-width="830" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4AXLVk2x0D10j1-vb5RxgkiYeii5pzA360sJlJfvVgRWKnz_7Iy9TjILXUyzmXxjfaFsGWx2BGi2QLgcXIcpZ7qqRExreAxdQBnDGtNJAWEqr-1fWmrl18kOuWBxdaf2MjeaCE2k68AEgAMadViWu_nTGzVNKXD4zAeT49MMyLtxvhqIskWUND3Y/s320/arbol_de_hoja_caduca.jpg.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Aún no ha llegado el otoño a la ciudad, apenas unas incipientes hojas van adquiriendo las tonalidades propias de esta época. Dicen que octubre es el mes de las hojas pintadas.<div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZBzRtONhUmSOrtcJv0VrqEAyJVnP0xU_UNLq5alqNhzk7GxeFPyoobZmwNEwTn_m13ij0QoIxlQKKCGa4UNws7K0xNbRXcxNM3n2ZCQN9Y7tpnDPqaNCxqxbu64-RJF7NKDrGeuvRYoYRIyxh3u6NRR3OcwZ2FxXra2RzZMMupY4I2R3z0d9pVg/s315/309320466_629856415260039_5063697883358888092_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="315" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZBzRtONhUmSOrtcJv0VrqEAyJVnP0xU_UNLq5alqNhzk7GxeFPyoobZmwNEwTn_m13ij0QoIxlQKKCGa4UNws7K0xNbRXcxNM3n2ZCQN9Y7tpnDPqaNCxqxbu64-RJF7NKDrGeuvRYoYRIyxh3u6NRR3OcwZ2FxXra2RzZMMupY4I2R3z0d9pVg/s1600/309320466_629856415260039_5063697883358888092_n.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><br /> El otoño es mi estación preferida, me gusta contemplar los cambiantes tonos brillantes del verde al marrón de las hojas y los espléndidos matices de octubre en su cielo <span style="text-align: justify;"> vespertino.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJcUbLENxP6WxAsqsVRXkdaZBJtP8k_0ALmaUImhg_WQ4HrmLmUdex7LysYSy-SDg-p7cbh6KTJvl5E3pt5T7mihUBWdr2TGIxTW3332TANwUIJftQiCmUSOw6nJUgme412dzmMv8z-JHIaxeqKoETsIOb0yTsHbLh7pl7mQmeBDL-8qX4wC2GGc/s315/309653610_629857071926640_5858820449832536851_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="315" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJcUbLENxP6WxAsqsVRXkdaZBJtP8k_0ALmaUImhg_WQ4HrmLmUdex7LysYSy-SDg-p7cbh6KTJvl5E3pt5T7mihUBWdr2TGIxTW3332TANwUIJftQiCmUSOw6nJUgme412dzmMv8z-JHIaxeqKoETsIOb0yTsHbLh7pl7mQmeBDL-8qX4wC2GGc/s1600/309653610_629857071926640_5858820449832536851_n.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Y anhelo admirar la quietud y la calma cuando una hoja, ya madura, cae del árbol con el lento ritual de una plácida despedida hasta el próximo renacer primaveral.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3T9jdrlS3fC6-DoTkmYI_C6W9l69v997lrk9twyA6QpaKJ96MPrfwP8FpskoB981oGawEKqdTQBH44W4stR1h1zAJLbRtpRYA5ZZHM_wb6FSOazVV2-atn3zheHlg6lqdMKVBFHunBjoUsbXcKZdbIOHcSpafSaaC7zwUmQJgd-4Z7zya5_ierPM/s236/309629155_629857028593311_606132218380035399_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3T9jdrlS3fC6-DoTkmYI_C6W9l69v997lrk9twyA6QpaKJ96MPrfwP8FpskoB981oGawEKqdTQBH44W4stR1h1zAJLbRtpRYA5ZZHM_wb6FSOazVV2-atn3zheHlg6lqdMKVBFHunBjoUsbXcKZdbIOHcSpafSaaC7zwUmQJgd-4Z7zya5_ierPM/w320-h320/309629155_629857028593311_606132218380035399_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Verdes por última vez</i></div></i></div><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana;">las hojas cuentan sus historias,</i></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>se hacen preguntas,</i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>intercambian recuerdos,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>se reconcilian o se dejan de hablar</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>mientras el viento lo permite.</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana;">Mañana el cuerpo entero les dolerá.</i></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Todo el año vivido les caerá encima</i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>como el flagelo de un rayo.</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana;">Marchitas e inservibles se arrastrarán por el suelo,</i></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>girarán en la hoguera.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana;">Convertidas en humo</i></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>llegarán a la gloria</i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>precaria e inestable del bosque de las nubes.</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>José Emilio Pacheco</i></span></span></p><p style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnfFY6FEnT05D0IB6WoBIUrebTagGi0kv76ibz7KH2YzYRG1y4L6fPZQY9CV9AdySsbkRQadxwQPfrUICknlwds9KzRsT8wI5PwNE3MR925CXXZojjdq-E24Iwmc33qYT0SrsZfDuJhGXTeJ7kLz9FYH96xv3ZBtfPSgZuwKSehMTIOzzFSwc1Rd4/s650/309886539_631698628409151_7560919175345992272_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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