tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59245644075468406212012-02-03T10:05:16.507+01:00Partimos siempre de algún punto, de algún espacio, desde el que nos lanzamos a vivir. Se trata de un acto iniciático más o menos consciente, un ejercicio de voluntad, de decisión, de reafirmación de las ganas de reemprender la vida...enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.comBlogger4841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-82893384948069571072012-02-03T09:29:00.001+01:002012-02-03T09:31:19.185+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HE5tDcNt7hE/TyuUxTYI52I/AAAAAAAAEh8/Mmd4WJaDlAQ/s1600/gessam%C3%AD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HE5tDcNt7hE/TyuUxTYI52I/AAAAAAAAEh8/Mmd4WJaDlAQ/s400/gessam%C3%AD.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Asombro de belleza irrenunciable</span></b></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"></b></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></b></div><b style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">consciente más consciente libremente...</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-8289338494806957107?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-23343170028611525502012-02-02T09:05:00.001+01:002012-02-02T09:05:34.285+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BPkw7FtmAFM/TypDkWVW2qI/AAAAAAAAEh0/QV6Vn-PHpKY/s1600/eyesCN_4336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BPkw7FtmAFM/TypDkWVW2qI/AAAAAAAAEh0/QV6Vn-PHpKY/s400/eyesCN_4336.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Dibujarse de nuevo la mirada<br /><br />los párpados, pestañas, las estrellas...</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-2334317002861152550?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-27642378374928183882012-02-01T18:14:00.002+01:002012-02-01T19:20:47.937+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCDXREWQ9pE/Tylyxd-WrPI/AAAAAAAAEhs/cTwDTEoYS1s/s1600/armino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCDXREWQ9pE/Tylyxd-WrPI/AAAAAAAAEhs/cTwDTEoYS1s/s400/armino.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sin huellas, sin miedos del armiño</span></b></div><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>de tiznarse del lodo de la ciénaga...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><br /><b style="background-color: #c0a154; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-2764237837492818388?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-36716711692755583602012-01-30T09:33:00.000+01:002012-01-30T09:33:20.288+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eck-9_8y5YE/TyZVrrlk_1I/AAAAAAAAEhU/iyDoWi0px_Y/s1600/QUASAR+OTRO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="330" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eck-9_8y5YE/TyZVrrlk_1I/AAAAAAAAEhU/iyDoWi0px_Y/s400/QUASAR+OTRO.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">Habrá que levar anclas y partir</span><br style="background-color: whitesmoke; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;" /><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">que el mundo desespera de esperanza...</span></b></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3671671169275558360?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-36036523502083444762012-01-26T08:34:00.000+01:002012-01-26T08:34:28.743+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSSyatfwz5U/TyEBfZJLITI/AAAAAAAAEgs/ZF4grLpXYUI/s1600/gr.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #990000;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSSyatfwz5U/TyEBfZJLITI/AAAAAAAAEgs/ZF4grLpXYUI/s400/gr.gif" width="292" /></span></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="line-height: 20px;"><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Guardándose en el templo del amor</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">las llamas de la pira son la luz...</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3603652350208344476?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-13157776595177952892012-01-25T09:53:00.002+01:002012-01-25T09:58:06.454+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S93sxED3DK8/Tx_CVTeiopI/AAAAAAAAEgc/12fRRmlmtPU/s1600/lanz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S93sxED3DK8/Tx_CVTeiopI/AAAAAAAAEgc/12fRRmlmtPU/s400/lanz.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">El último encuentro entre Lanzarote y Ginebra en la tumba de Arturo</span></span></i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, de </span>&nbsp;<span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.2em; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</span></span></span></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Escojo a Lanzarote de este Lago</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;">nadando del placer del compartir...</span></b></span><br /><div style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1315777659517795289?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-22972808425878784082012-01-24T08:31:00.001+01:002012-01-24T08:31:45.461+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87DSToviM3U/Tx5eMEVJ6wI/AAAAAAAAEgU/CEEg2s5EHUY/s1600/arton10668.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87DSToviM3U/Tx5eMEVJ6wI/AAAAAAAAEgU/CEEg2s5EHUY/s400/arton10668.png" width="315" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>M'assec just a tocar de la Morgana</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">canviant les paradoxes del destí...</span></span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-2297280842587878408?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-15018503765159059922012-01-23T17:02:00.000+01:002012-01-23T17:02:10.251+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3x5-NheutcI/Tx2EVuCUEWI/AAAAAAAAEgM/i29ybUBXfT8/s1600/clip_image002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="454" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3x5-NheutcI/Tx2EVuCUEWI/AAAAAAAAEgM/i29ybUBXfT8/s640/clip_image002.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>¿La vida es el camino?... no lo sé...</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;">viviendo voy fugaz hacia mi muerte...</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1501850376515905992?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-18934599050631795722012-01-23T08:49:00.002+01:002012-01-23T10:29:54.826+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ttdSWOrb20/Tx0Q5xlxCMI/AAAAAAAAEf8/pGg2zbnxi5I/s1600/300px-Vitrall_del_sostre_del_Palau_de_la_M%25C3%25BAsica_Catalana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ttdSWOrb20/Tx0Q5xlxCMI/AAAAAAAAEf8/pGg2zbnxi5I/s400/300px-Vitrall_del_sostre_del_Palau_de_la_M%25C3%25BAsica_Catalana.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Somiar el teu somriure en el sostre</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;">del laberint de vidre esmerilat...</span></b></span></div><div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1893459905063179572?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-32385972213481862612012-01-18T12:30:00.001+01:002012-01-18T12:31:10.923+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_wrUjdnYfw/TxatR3hU47I/AAAAAAAAEf0/ODBQ4rqLdVg/s1600/dragon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_wrUjdnYfw/TxatR3hU47I/AAAAAAAAEf0/ODBQ4rqLdVg/s400/dragon.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Y siendo mi fantasma fenecido</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;">de polvo enamorado renacer...</span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3238597221348186261?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-25566607862792591642012-01-18T08:27:00.000+01:002012-01-18T08:27:56.588+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGlpNfjVK3c/TxZ0UL9QtCI/AAAAAAAAEfk/po_UlcM6txg/s1600/ciegogoya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGlpNfjVK3c/TxZ0UL9QtCI/AAAAAAAAEfk/po_UlcM6txg/s640/ciegogoya.jpg" width="404" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>N'estic molt content que en Quasimodo</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: large;">comenci a treballar més tard que jo...</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-2556660786279259164?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-15813934635101996052012-01-17T17:35:00.001+01:002012-01-17T17:36:18.246+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvc7VloFQ24/TxWi52VYqVI/AAAAAAAAEfc/fm4QL-aBawM/s1600/Estrellas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvc7VloFQ24/TxWi52VYqVI/AAAAAAAAEfc/fm4QL-aBawM/s400/Estrellas.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Hi ha coses que no sé que ja sabia</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;">per això jo només sé que no sé res...</span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1581393463510199605?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-79505502240181612302012-01-17T08:57:00.002+01:002012-01-17T08:58:51.341+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QBFeVE8cId4/TxUpxi5RneI/AAAAAAAAEfM/AF3teTrDmEU/s1600/nubes_fenix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QBFeVE8cId4/TxUpxi5RneI/AAAAAAAAEfM/AF3teTrDmEU/s400/nubes_fenix.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Y verterse de versos por delante</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;">la vida con la muerte al renacer...</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-7950550224018161230?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-31724325670629463512012-01-13T12:19:00.001+01:002012-01-13T12:20:27.576+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBEmF5iVwx8/TxATL5aU9YI/AAAAAAAAEew/DPSghFMdfvk/s1600/comohacerunamarre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBEmF5iVwx8/TxATL5aU9YI/AAAAAAAAEew/DPSghFMdfvk/s400/comohacerunamarre.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Apalabrar palabras por escrito</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">amarrarse de amor de cuerpo entero...</span></b></span><br /><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><br /><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3172432567062946351?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-35552159993948296822012-01-13T09:25:00.001+01:002012-01-13T09:26:20.471+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-9eIK61y2Q/Tw_qMkC1aKI/AAAAAAAAEeo/fJqeQxBOTiQ/s1600/ouroboros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #990000;"><img border="0" height="389" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-9eIK61y2Q/Tw_qMkC1aKI/AAAAAAAAEeo/fJqeQxBOTiQ/s400/ouroboros.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span><br /><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Creem un com que es crea a més d'un què</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">"un no sé qué que queda balbuciendo..."</span></b></span></div><div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3555215999394829682?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-7320217285511749922012-01-12T09:31:00.001+01:002012-01-12T09:32:46.650+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3XNuT0W2sg/Tw6ZwQh5OHI/AAAAAAAAEeY/JJgbkRm1Zq0/s1600/Starmap2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3XNuT0W2sg/Tw6ZwQh5OHI/AAAAAAAAEeY/JJgbkRm1Zq0/s400/Starmap2.jpg" width="358" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Buscándote en verdad de agua y tierra</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b>te incendias en un vórtice estelar...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-732021728551174992?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-44652282633936100962012-01-10T09:15:00.000+01:002012-01-10T09:15:24.233+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awJ-MH9jdYg/TwvyL_-otHI/AAAAAAAAEeA/46lo3NHWK8k/s1600/coral_cerebro_Platygyra_acutta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awJ-MH9jdYg/TwvyL_-otHI/AAAAAAAAEeA/46lo3NHWK8k/s400/coral_cerebro_Platygyra_acutta.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>No quiere ver la estela el laberinto</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><b>creciendo de las aguas insondables...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-4465228263393610096?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-17001328899457658292012-01-09T11:59:00.001+01:002012-01-09T12:00:05.066+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0OnIED7suk/TwrIdFs-rrI/AAAAAAAAEd0/n2KDk_qqRAU/s1600/300px-Sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="388" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0OnIED7suk/TwrIdFs-rrI/AAAAAAAAEd0/n2KDk_qqRAU/s400/300px-Sol.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Saber a poco es mucho más que el todo</b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>volcándose en el tiempo por vivir...</b></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1700132889945765829?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-7325775688452121452012-01-05T08:27:00.002+01:002012-01-05T08:28:33.988+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YcwveZHMqoE/TwVQu36wuBI/AAAAAAAAEdg/vzy3mRujK0E/s1600/vida+muerte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="331" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YcwveZHMqoE/TwVQu36wuBI/AAAAAAAAEdg/vzy3mRujK0E/s400/vida+muerte.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Renunciar a la muerte por la vida</b></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>viviéndose de vida de la muerte...&nbsp;</b></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-732577568845212145?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-38895223016443602312012-01-03T09:42:00.002+01:002012-01-03T11:37:27.849+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfNzqBvLR0s/TwK_UFVnM-I/AAAAAAAAEdE/ixDei3Sl3qM/s1600/deseo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfNzqBvLR0s/TwK_UFVnM-I/AAAAAAAAEdE/ixDei3Sl3qM/s320/deseo.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Mantener la presencia intermitente</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>creciéndose impaciencia en esperanza</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3889522301644360231?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-31763521648270815972012-01-01T11:34:00.001+01:002012-01-01T11:37:27.270+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NeoWN2TeYlA/TwA11tDwCZI/AAAAAAAAEcs/AlTvVJVvPGo/s1600/ojos_bebe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NeoWN2TeYlA/TwA11tDwCZI/AAAAAAAAEcs/AlTvVJVvPGo/s400/ojos_bebe.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>El día se ha encendido con un sueño,</b></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">comienza con sus iris a mirar...</span></b></span></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; text-align: right;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3176352164827081597?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-16386229920643489282011-12-31T10:40:00.002+01:002011-12-31T10:46:55.690+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mJJWcKh81k/Tv7YERmpH2I/AAAAAAAAEcU/zCtHmb7nROM/s1600/agujero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mJJWcKh81k/Tv7YERmpH2I/AAAAAAAAEcU/zCtHmb7nROM/s400/agujero.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">El viaje que nos lleva de la vida<br />A solas solamente tan a solas <br />El viaje y el viraje hacia uno mismo <br />El cabo de la barca que se extiende <br />De viaje hasta una Ítaca pensada&nbsp;</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">De viaje hasta una Ítaca sentida</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">De viaje en este viaje en este viaje</span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">De </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"> utópico destino... desembarque <br />De barca que se piensa que se siente <br />Tan dentro el pensamiento el sentimiento <br />De las mujeres y hombres que navegan <br />En el supremo gozo del vivir <br />En el gozo supremo de este viaje <br />De este sentir supremo de la vida <br />De este sentirse a tientas que estás vivo <br />Tan vivo que te vives te desvives<br />En viaje de la vida del vivir <br />Tan íntimo y a solas sin testigos...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b>Felices 2012</b></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1638622992064348928?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-91642189896776326982011-12-30T10:42:00.001+01:002011-12-30T10:50:42.157+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CR3v6B20FD0/Tv2HNqCyyEI/AAAAAAAAEb8/ecLzVlGfNfM/s1600/317657_158955334188636_100002225106611_327710_45452349_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="352" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CR3v6B20FD0/Tv2HNqCyyEI/AAAAAAAAEb8/ecLzVlGfNfM/s400/317657_158955334188636_100002225106611_327710_45452349_n.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Foto del facebook de l'Onatge Ricard Robert</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>La vida se me abre por las venas</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>que corren por costuras por mi piel...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-9164218989677632698?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-34286460217554045772011-12-23T13:34:00.000+01:002011-12-23T13:34:17.253+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jIqFtAPxajk/TvR1IyQkPII/AAAAAAAAEbo/Nww0DklIRps/s1600/mi-hijo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jIqFtAPxajk/TvR1IyQkPII/AAAAAAAAEbo/Nww0DklIRps/s400/mi-hijo.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 132, 180, 0.0976563); line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Te sientes impaciente de esperanza</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 132, 180, 0.0976563); line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 132, 180, 0.0976563); line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>de un mundo de esperanza más humano...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 132, 180, 0.0976563); line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 132, 180, 0.0976563); line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3428646021755404577?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-10770370410623159312011-12-22T09:46:00.000+01:002011-12-22T09:46:05.139+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lJHdOs2mZE/TvLuCtMRJXI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/OEiXv4E-ciM/s1600/pensa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lJHdOs2mZE/TvLuCtMRJXI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/OEiXv4E-ciM/s400/pensa.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">Soy profundamente libre, no me digas</b></div><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></div></span><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">que ponga a tu libertad frontera alguna...</b></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1077037041062315931?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-55900373228672643202011-12-21T09:17:00.000+01:002011-12-21T09:17:53.958+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMVshHTmPbI/TvGWJEtOHKI/AAAAAAAAEa8/sa8RalPRmeU/s1600/velas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMVshHTmPbI/TvGWJEtOHKI/AAAAAAAAEa8/sa8RalPRmeU/s400/velas.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">Se marcha este tiempo que se mancha</b></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">viviendo desviviéndose la vida...</b></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-5590037322867264320?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-5888351580085351632011-12-20T09:14:00.000+01:002011-12-20T09:14:10.535+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2Azz1z0P8I/TvBDsAlSHJI/AAAAAAAAEa0/o1dEPfua_94/s1600/uni.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2Azz1z0P8I/TvBDsAlSHJI/AAAAAAAAEa0/o1dEPfua_94/s400/uni.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">Que te asombre haber envejecido</b></span><br /><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">da valor a la vida que has vivido...</b></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-588835158008535163?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-38868984109610278972011-12-19T09:55:00.000+01:002011-12-19T09:55:39.028+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRNr4GrX81E/Tu7747D2s1I/AAAAAAAAEas/ZKJumO2QgV0/s1600/aloe-espiral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRNr4GrX81E/Tu7747D2s1I/AAAAAAAAEas/ZKJumO2QgV0/s400/aloe-espiral.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;">Canvies &nbsp;les paraules del poema,</b></div><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;">només una, canvies el poema.</b><br /><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"><br /></b><br /><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Un poema és un so que té sentir...</b><br /><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3886898410961027897?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-44056777055833173422011-12-16T11:48:00.002+01:002011-12-16T11:52:01.064+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jz4ytDY_azQ/Tush0hEJZnI/AAAAAAAAEak/Tsa4nVt8P3g/s1600/gessam%25C3%25AD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jz4ytDY_azQ/Tush0hEJZnI/AAAAAAAAEak/Tsa4nVt8P3g/s400/gessam%25C3%25AD.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Destrio la tendresa, la tendresa,</span></b></div><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"></b><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">tendresa delicada entre els dits...</span></b></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-4405677705583317342?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-72624337459701971582011-12-15T10:36:00.001+01:002011-12-15T10:37:18.012+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoAZSbge4eA/Tum-qy6uXNI/AAAAAAAAEac/lqUK0jrnpbg/s1600/libro_crucifixion_ampliacion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoAZSbge4eA/Tum-qy6uXNI/AAAAAAAAEac/lqUK0jrnpbg/s400/libro_crucifixion_ampliacion.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b style="background-color: #c0a154; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><b style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">María concebía sin verterme,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">virtiéndose en su espíritu fecundo...</span></b></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><b style="background-color: #c0a154; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 27px; text-align: center;"><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-7262433745970197158?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-44040246238954459402011-12-12T09:52:00.001+01:002011-12-12T09:52:49.760+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXLI_5h7RmQ/TuXAWs2--oI/AAAAAAAAEaA/FRhGeccG08Q/s1600/mar%25C3%25ADa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXLI_5h7RmQ/TuXAWs2--oI/AAAAAAAAEaA/FRhGeccG08Q/s640/mar%25C3%25ADa.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Y en medio de la vida has descubierto<br />el amor de María Magdalena...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-4404024623895445940?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-10352346452696149622011-12-05T10:25:00.002+01:002011-12-05T18:17:12.658+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-Jfam-weVE/TtyNrTxhy6I/AAAAAAAAEZw/lRNY0Yt1Zeg/s1600/cos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-Jfam-weVE/TtyNrTxhy6I/AAAAAAAAEZw/lRNY0Yt1Zeg/s400/cos.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">Les ales de les mans de papallones<br />tenyeixen en ses nits en cos a cos...</b></div><div><b style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1035234645269614962?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-2394027008895195492011-12-01T09:19:00.000+01:002011-12-01T09:19:12.531+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOh04MVP4CA/Ttc4TsBqshI/AAAAAAAAEZY/k-fUGD55uVA/s1600/por-de-l%2527ombra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOh04MVP4CA/Ttc4TsBqshI/AAAAAAAAEZY/k-fUGD55uVA/s400/por-de-l%2527ombra.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: white;">He conegut la por, la reconec<br />la cuso en el meu cos i m'en desprenc...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: white;"><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-239402700889519549?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-89904327652879908192011-11-30T09:45:00.001+01:002011-11-30T09:45:58.248+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NyouTDyjSpk/TtXs7sJejkI/AAAAAAAAEYw/sM38cGEP9Bs/s1600/-los-ojos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="366" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NyouTDyjSpk/TtXs7sJejkI/AAAAAAAAEYw/sM38cGEP9Bs/s400/-los-ojos.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">Y de paso el destino por delante...</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">¡Imposible mirar hacia otro lado!</b><br /><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-8990432765287990819?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-20339267498993364332011-11-18T06:02:00.000+01:002011-11-18T06:02:36.222+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bixV7QkwB7s/TsXmfmu4JHI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/2EtYadK6ssg/s1600/geog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="391" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bixV7QkwB7s/TsXmfmu4JHI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/2EtYadK6ssg/s400/geog.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">Tristeza que rescata en su palabra</b><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">en crudo el crepitar de su eufonía...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><b></b></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-2033926749899336433?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-37837168162345328102011-11-15T09:34:00.001+01:002011-11-15T09:34:33.957+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1ncmReFS3A/TsIj6-AKWuI/AAAAAAAAEW0/7gapkU2mZ48/s1600/primordial_soup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1ncmReFS3A/TsIj6-AKWuI/AAAAAAAAEW0/7gapkU2mZ48/s400/primordial_soup.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">Porque somos humanos y queremos</b></div><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"></b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><b>crecernos sin descuido de los otros</b></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><b>a veces, tantas veces, avanzamos</b></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><b>lo que es urgente a lo primordial...</b></b><br /><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3783716816234532810?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-87606054959855974632011-11-14T09:37:00.001+01:002011-11-14T09:37:27.380+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LhMiAKiZ_I/TsDS7i4E_XI/AAAAAAAAEWo/qU9IQzbyai8/s1600/christmashoax_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LhMiAKiZ_I/TsDS7i4E_XI/AAAAAAAAEWo/qU9IQzbyai8/s400/christmashoax_02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Salir sin guarecerse a descubierto<br />a refundar el mundo desde el fin...</b><br /><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-8760605495985597463?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-11040518727889542042011-11-12T05:46:00.000+01:002011-11-12T05:46:14.034+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXVF-HKGFQA/Tr3523UAekI/AAAAAAAAEWg/okNPGZ26ioE/s1600/ulls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXVF-HKGFQA/Tr3523UAekI/AAAAAAAAEWg/okNPGZ26ioE/s400/ulls.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large;">El futur és avui, és un diàleg</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large;">que manté cada infant, cada persona<br />amb l'interl·locutor creant el món.</b><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large;">..</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1104051872788954204?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-35774389094418125312011-11-10T06:22:00.000+01:002011-11-10T06:22:37.145+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BYUZ5rKLRpQ/TrtetOeiH3I/AAAAAAAAEWQ/3gQCzygOndc/s1600/luna+ll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="449" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BYUZ5rKLRpQ/TrtetOeiH3I/AAAAAAAAEWQ/3gQCzygOndc/s640/luna+ll.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large;">Navego por el halo de la luna</b><br /><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large;">más llena del vacío por llenar...</b><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3577438909441812531?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-24697436315614447782011-11-09T06:48:00.000+01:002011-11-09T06:48:47.443+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVw3UBqsdlk/TroT1MID1hI/AAAAAAAAEWI/hSZW00MRXx0/s1600/ESPIRAL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVw3UBqsdlk/TroT1MID1hI/AAAAAAAAEWI/hSZW00MRXx0/s400/ESPIRAL.jpg" width="392" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Un caprici de l'atzar és la manera</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large;">que té l'atzar de fer-nos ser qui som.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large;">Caprici aleatori del destí...</b></div><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-2469743631561444778?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-84194951622056086042011-11-08T12:24:00.000+01:002011-11-08T12:24:14.298+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P89YuJ44H9g/TrkRANh81sI/AAAAAAAAEWA/Fsziep7ltTY/s1600/am_27142_3291988_688143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P89YuJ44H9g/TrkRANh81sI/AAAAAAAAEWA/Fsziep7ltTY/s400/am_27142_3291988_688143.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Distingo lo mejor de lo ideal<br />volando con ideas con sentido...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-8419495162205608604?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-90194133322581447222011-11-06T08:40:00.001+01:002011-11-06T08:41:38.057+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8p61HdAmfg/TrY4iBEZvBI/AAAAAAAAEV4/B-teQlyzQ70/s1600/vvnci.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8p61HdAmfg/TrY4iBEZvBI/AAAAAAAAEV4/B-teQlyzQ70/s400/vvnci.jpg" width="338" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Leonardo da Vinci</span></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large;">Laslosmujereshombres, las personas</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large;">cuidándoNOS del mundo por cuidar...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-9019413332258144722?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-12943926591290616212011-11-05T07:36:00.000+01:002011-11-05T07:36:56.941+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r342ZmMDT54/TrTZRwwecwI/AAAAAAAAEVo/Kq19k9NVApE/s1600/Escher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r342ZmMDT54/TrTZRwwecwI/AAAAAAAAEVo/Kq19k9NVApE/s400/Escher.jpg" width="323" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Escher</span></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Releer el poema que has escrito:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large;">recrear su sentido tras vivir...&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1294392659129061621?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-16130177144839892842011-11-03T09:59:00.000+01:002011-11-03T09:59:47.002+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r2OiRhi-_Ak/TrJX45G7d8I/AAAAAAAAEVg/Fk7It9KihfU/s1600/rosa+Sant+Jordi+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r2OiRhi-_Ak/TrJX45G7d8I/AAAAAAAAEVg/Fk7It9KihfU/s400/rosa+Sant+Jordi+2011.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Acompanyes la meva llibertat,<br />no em tornes boig, em fas a mi embogir...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1613017714483989284?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-31826674741599248042011-11-02T06:25:00.004+01:002011-11-02T06:33:31.955+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvd1tVoU4is/TrDTGQF-LfI/AAAAAAAAEU8/agtUQ8IC3hY/s1600/encrucijada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvd1tVoU4is/TrDTGQF-LfI/AAAAAAAAEU8/agtUQ8IC3hY/s400/encrucijada.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>Imagina que sí se puede, puedes,</b></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>las primeras palabras silenciadas...</b></span></span></span></div><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b></b></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3182667474159924804?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-34341192048011075672011-11-01T05:13:00.001+01:002011-11-01T08:56:08.090+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jpa2UpDbOVY/Tq9xwJIQKFI/AAAAAAAAEUs/u1othunQOoY/s1600/z-DSC_0286-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="362" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jpa2UpDbOVY/Tq9xwJIQKFI/AAAAAAAAEUs/u1othunQOoY/s400/z-DSC_0286-.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><b>nit, nit, somni de nit,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><b>nit, nit, tan neta nit,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><b>nit, nit, més negra nit,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><b>nit de nit, mans de la nit</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><b>movent-se dit a dit a dins dels ulls...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3434119204801107567?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-38862288461414942512011-10-31T08:53:00.000+01:002011-10-31T08:53:35.533+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AbAy09DLrTw/Tq5TluaW7FI/AAAAAAAAEUk/iQOOawmIjWk/s1600/vv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AbAy09DLrTw/Tq5TluaW7FI/AAAAAAAAEUk/iQOOawmIjWk/s1600/vv.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b>No esperar a saber lo que te espera</b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b>para ponerte el mundo por montera...&nbsp;</b></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3886228846141494251?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-30601150844087629382011-10-29T05:14:00.000+02:002011-10-29T05:14:30.310+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPEKOc9Emec/Tqtu4FjHLXI/AAAAAAAAEUc/UeWGuAa-OO0/s1600/hoguera_san_juan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPEKOc9Emec/Tqtu4FjHLXI/AAAAAAAAEUc/UeWGuAa-OO0/s400/hoguera_san_juan.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b>Propongo un pensamiento en la esperanza<br />de que sume sentido en el diálogo.</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b>..</b></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3060115084408762938?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-24052762489089577792011-10-27T03:30:00.002+02:002011-10-27T03:37:23.388+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T-L3Sq8DLM4/TqizlVfqK5I/AAAAAAAAEUM/ISKJrJDUZV8/s1600/navegante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T-L3Sq8DLM4/TqizlVfqK5I/AAAAAAAAEUM/ISKJrJDUZV8/s320/navegante.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b>Navegar por la vida en avatares</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b>que corren por adentro como un río...</b></span></span>&nbsp; </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-2405276248908957779?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-44075251823840385372011-10-26T09:36:00.002+02:002011-10-26T18:04:53.276+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-px-S1FfOtzU/Tqe4Zy_jSWI/AAAAAAAAEUE/oRSYxRi7Xbo/s1600/M%25C3%25A1scara%252Bteatro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="383" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-px-S1FfOtzU/Tqe4Zy_jSWI/AAAAAAAAEUE/oRSYxRi7Xbo/s400/M%25C3%25A1scara%252Bteatro.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b>Si he dicho "nada humano me es ajeno"</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b>no me estoy remitiendo de hecho a mí...</b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-4407525182384038537?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-63150157760943135992011-10-25T09:47:00.001+02:002011-10-25T09:54:18.621+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yby7AyiDpVE/TqZo4OQ8gUI/AAAAAAAAETo/tcjWJOTLTdw/s1600/espiral+esepejo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yby7AyiDpVE/TqZo4OQ8gUI/AAAAAAAAETo/tcjWJOTLTdw/s400/espiral+esepejo.gif" width="385" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Laberinto de espejos espirales...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b>Si queremos cambiar nuestra imagen</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b>es preciso cambiar nuestros espejos...</b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b>Dedicado a&nbsp;</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #826c55; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 34px;"><a href="http://aliceviolaluna.blogspot.com/">Alice vio la luna...</a></span></i></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-6315015776094313599?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-67799891392728314992011-10-23T20:11:00.000+02:002011-10-23T20:11:26.578+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLfIVpjHj8M/TqRYEVV-UuI/AAAAAAAAETg/1-aXMexRXSo/s1600/preguntas-graciosas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLfIVpjHj8M/TqRYEVV-UuI/AAAAAAAAETg/1-aXMexRXSo/s400/preguntas-graciosas.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b>¿Importa más hacer buenas preguntas<br />que encontrar las respuestas pertinentes?</b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 48px;"><b><br /></b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-6779989139272831499?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-17959052277198339372011-10-20T10:04:00.003+02:002011-10-20T10:06:14.453+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwOUGNFE6ZM/Tp_Toovp3NI/AAAAAAAAETQ/b_JPkhjNq7M/s1600/Image4368.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwOUGNFE6ZM/Tp_Toovp3NI/AAAAAAAAETQ/b_JPkhjNq7M/s400/Image4368.gif" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 48px;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></b></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 48px;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Tendremos que tener mucho valor</span></span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 48px;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">a fin de afianzar la no violencia...</span></span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1795905227719833937?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-55354773578531311432011-10-14T21:09:00.001+02:002011-10-14T21:10:59.160+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMSRShDPH_c/TpiF_cpXY3I/AAAAAAAAES0/1uZ7nnfsRrA/s1600/gg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMSRShDPH_c/TpiF_cpXY3I/AAAAAAAAES0/1uZ7nnfsRrA/s400/gg.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>15-11-2011</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b></b></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">Pronuncio estas palabras del poeta:</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD">“¡A la calle! que ya es hora<br />de pasearnos a cuerpo<br />y mostrar que, pues vivimos, anunciamos algo nuevo.”</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b> </b></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="position: relative; top: 3pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Rafael Múgica&nbsp;(Hernani,&nbsp;Guipúzcoa,&nbsp;18 de marzo&nbsp;de&nbsp;1911&nbsp;–&nbsp;Madrid,&nbsp;18 de abril&nbsp;de&nbsp;1991), conocido como&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Gabriel Celaya</span></span></span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-5535477357853131143?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-76695509231052633772011-10-10T21:19:00.000+02:002011-10-10T21:19:35.971+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GtYNOyKo86M/TpNE5-LlUMI/AAAAAAAAESo/mwQtaIjwWRA/s1600/identidad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GtYNOyKo86M/TpNE5-LlUMI/AAAAAAAAESo/mwQtaIjwWRA/s400/identidad.jpg" width="325" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://ventanalibertad2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/el-derecho-la-identidad.html">http://ventanalibertad2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/el-derecho-la-identidad.html</a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>No me apura perder para ganar</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>de identificación a identidad...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-7669550923105263377?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-91097419095749394972011-10-05T21:09:00.001+02:002011-10-05T21:10:08.672+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLFICT6My5s/ToyrLaafIrI/AAAAAAAAESg/i-jhao9YAa4/s1600/partenon-717298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLFICT6My5s/ToyrLaafIrI/AAAAAAAAESg/i-jhao9YAa4/s400/partenon-717298.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>¿Habrá algo que tenga que obligarte</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>a creerte mentira tras mentira?</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-9109741909574939497?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-14213105849987283782011-09-28T17:24:00.003+02:002011-10-03T12:15:01.463+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIvIiPCFGnw/TomIwpvQQuI/AAAAAAAAESM/Xy2FGqzdBMU/s1600/tiempos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIvIiPCFGnw/TomIwpvQQuI/AAAAAAAAESM/Xy2FGqzdBMU/s400/tiempos.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">La persistencia de la memoria</span></i></b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">, conocido también como</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">&nbsp;</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">Los relojes blandos</span></i></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">&nbsp;(</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">Dalí, 1931).</span></span> </b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>Sólo veo el pasado virtual</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>futuro del presente reiniciado...</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1421310584998728378?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-80866963621635626982011-02-11T23:26:00.000+01:002011-02-11T23:26:38.349+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4I90rK5VXfQ/TVW3MXbqQWI/AAAAAAAAEMs/MOcGkz5RzK0/s1600/tunez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4I90rK5VXfQ/TVW3MXbqQWI/AAAAAAAAEMs/MOcGkz5RzK0/s400/tunez.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Habrá que fabricar un alfabeto</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">un nuevo alfabeto, nuevos signos</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">acordes con el signo de los tiempos,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">capaces de enunciar qué es lo que pasa.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Tendremos que decir qué está pasando,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">lo bueno y lo malo de este mundo</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">en voces del vivir y el desvivir</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">entre estas magnitudes que se mueven.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Habrá que hablar entre estas magnitudes</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">sin dejar nuestra voz en manos de otros,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">a veces destacando qué da vida,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">a veces denunciando qué da muerte.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Decir con fuerza en voz irrefrenable</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">qué envenena este globo que habitamos,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">qué ahoga las aguas y los aires,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">qué destierra la tierra de las plantas.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Decir con fuerza en voz irrefrenable</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">quién promueve el valor en promoción,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">quién defiende tan sólo la codicia</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">y el individualismo insolidario.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Decir con fuerza en voz irrefrenable</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">quién maquina el lavado de cerebro,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">qué nos lava el cerebro y nos atonta</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">en una mayoría silenciosa.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Habrá que hablar, decir, largar la lengua,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">retomar la palabra en nuestras bocas,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">abrazar con la voz los sentimientos,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">recobrar el sentido en los sentidos,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">pronunciar: somos libres, y queremos</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">el respeto por la naturaleza,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">el valor de que a nadie se le excluya,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">la belleza en las cosas más sencillas,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">la lluvia del cerebro en creación</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">el tiempo de miranos a los ojos,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">la dicha de notar que estamos vivos</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">y vamos a librar nuestra energía,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">para actuar, tranformar, hacer de nuevo,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">hablar de nuevo nuevamente</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">en las calles en cambio en este mundo</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">y en los nudos en cambio en esta red...</span></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-8086696362163562698?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-2193023705350771412011-02-09T13:35:00.004+01:002011-02-11T23:27:44.393+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TVKJQOfvZWI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/ZFrxyAouMoI/s1600/cabecera3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TVKJQOfvZWI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/ZFrxyAouMoI/s400/cabecera3.JPG" width="398" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #006600; font-family: trebuchet,arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span></div><h1 class="title" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://yuyachkani-mujerescreadoras.blogspot.com/" style="color: #cc9933; font: bold 100% trebuchet,arial,verdana,sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Segundo Festival Internacional Mujeres Creadoras</span></a></h1><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b></b></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Que las palabras sirvan de estrategias</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">o como estratagemas del lenguaje</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">para reconstruir e imaginar.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Que del lenguaje salgan los sentidos<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">los últimos, recientes, transgresores<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">en libertad en actos creativos.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Que actúen en el mundo las palabras<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">subiendo los peldaños de poética<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">que asciende y que desciende en caracol...</span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-219302370535077141?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-36368975591387777462011-01-30T23:03:00.002+01:002011-02-01T17:30:02.064+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TUXc3a31oLI/AAAAAAAAELs/IpkIYFc-i1o/s1600/220px-Lamiamyth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TUXc3a31oLI/AAAAAAAAELs/IpkIYFc-i1o/s640/220px-Lamiamyth.jpg" width="332" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><span lang="es" style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Lamia, de Herbert James Draper.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Enterrada entre muertes subterráneas<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">en túmulos secretos bajo tierra <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">en cuevas excavadas desde adentro<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">en nacimiento y muerte reincidentes<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">en su profundidad y en sus misterios.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Cada cueva una entrada a los infiernos,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">cada gruta un vientre que genera<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">en el saber del mundo de los muertos<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">el renacer en muerte iniciática<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">en esta Madre Tierra tan oscura.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Suma sacerdotisa concebida<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">del vientre de una madre y de su pecho<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">la Lamia alimentándose de muerte<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">sacrílega de Lilith con calor<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">que asciende desde el centro de la tierra.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Y en su mano su espejo de la noche<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">de la mano de espejos de la luna<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">reflejando leyendas femeninas<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">de mundos mitológicos y mágicos<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">de imagen del pasado apareciendo<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">en visión en futuro adivinada.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Y en su mano su peine como un barco,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">el peine con que peina su melena,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">su mano como un barco en sus cabellos<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">surcados, penetrado</span></b></span>s por los remos,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">cabellos como agua en superficies <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">de la laguna Estigia que está llena<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">de colas descarnadas de los peces,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">de raspas de los peces, de esqueletos,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">de huesos de los huesos que no han muerto<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">de púas de los peines de la vida<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">en peines y en espejos de la muerte,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">en peines y en espejos y en espinas<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">de un tiempo de traspaso por la vida<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">del tiempo sin el tiempo sin la muerte<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">viviendo y muriendo en muerte viva,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">muriendo y viviendo en viva muerte…</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3636897559138777746?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-56292681353623856012011-01-21T07:29:00.007+01:002011-01-21T09:57:41.275+01:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"><b></b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TTknfNY7NwI/AAAAAAAAELc/LWqrIz6Hznw/s1600/Borges%252CNora+%25281901-1993%2529+Las+tres+gracias+de+la+musica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="398" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TTknfNY7NwI/AAAAAAAAELc/LWqrIz6Hznw/s400/Borges%252CNora+%25281901-1993%2529+Las+tres+gracias+de+la+musica.jpg" width="400" /></a></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;">Norah Borges: L<span style="font-style: italic;">as tres Gracias de la música</span>.</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Entre las tres mujeres, la más joven</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">naciendo y renaciendo conectando</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">sinapsis en cerebro en sintonías</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de inteligencias múltiples diversas</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de intelecto sutil y de intuición.</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Mujer mujer que surge entre tres Gracias,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">tres Cárites espléndidas divinas,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Aglaya, la mujer de luz en luz</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">luciendo con el Sol resplandeciente,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">plateada por el pleno de la Luna.</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Se olvida de la luz que se trasluce</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">en antiguas vidrieras sin trasluz,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">las vidrieras por las que traspasaban</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">las luces transformando las atmósferas</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de tamizada luz hipnotizante.</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Nueva iluminación que en las mujeres</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">ya ha cruzado los límites cerrados,&nbsp;</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de muros, de bloqueos, de barrreras</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">que impiden a la luz cruzar umbrales</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de entrada y de salida de la luz.</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Nueva vitalidad que se ha avivado</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">en climas en silencios generosos,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">en climas en silencios interiores,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">silencios en lenguajes renovados</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de la profanación de lo que encierra.</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">En su seno fecundo alimenticio</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">la vida que da vida dando a luz,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">savia nueva de nuevos nacimientos,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">savia nueva de nuevas plantaciones,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">nueva savia que corre bajo tierra,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">nueva savia que fluye sobre ríos,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">nueva savia regando entre jardines</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">las plantas y las flores y las ramas</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de claras transparencias de la luz&nbsp;</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">que estalla entre los brotes y los frutos</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">con inmensa riqueza de matices</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">con dimensión profunda de raíz,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">con dimensión profunda de existencia</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">que mira hacia adelante tenazmente,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">que otea la utopía en horizontes</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">traslúcidos en niebla adivinados</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">sin medidas sin tiempos sin verdades,</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">caminos interiores y exteriores</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">a través de constante creación...</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-5629268135362385601?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-28296430724203969952011-01-13T22:22:00.004+01:002011-01-13T22:40:01.491+01:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TS9qZfbWR3I/AAAAAAAAELM/nmTtn-AJMXU/s1600/800px-William_Blake_006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" height="295" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TS9qZfbWR3I/AAAAAAAAELM/nmTtn-AJMXU/s400/800px-William_Blake_006.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hécate, por William Blake, 1795.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"></span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Hechicera de aspecto triplicado,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">diosa triple, mujer de las tres caras,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">sostienes una antorcha, una llave</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">sostienes asimismo la serpiente</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">del poder de serpiente del saber.</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Hécate de las tierras más salvajes,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">más vírgenes sin huella inexploradas,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">diosa de las tres máscaras de diosa,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">tres miradas mirando tres caminos</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">en las encrucijadas en los trivios.</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">La diosa de los partos de la vida</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">penetras sin temor en cementerios,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">proteges las entradas, las salidas,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">no temes ni los bosques ni fronteras,&nbsp;</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">ni murallas ni puertas de ciudades.</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Reinas entre las brujas con tu rueda</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>strophalos</i>, serpiente en laberinto&nbsp;</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de espiral, laberinto serpentino</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de oráculos caldeo-alejandrinos</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">proféticos azares de saberes.</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Mujer que con tu vida ya has vivido</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">los años que te quedan por vivir,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">mujer de la experiencia de los años</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de vida de la muerte de la vida,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de vida de la vida que da vida,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">tus senos productores que amamantan,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">tus senos productores de la vida,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">tu vida y el secreto de la vida,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">tu vida en el secreto de tu vida,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">tus llamas que se encienden a sí mismas,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">tus llamas transformándose en materia</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de existencia mortal, materia humana</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">materia a que das vida y alimentas,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">materia tan efímera en fin,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">abono de tus árboles plantados,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">abono del ciprés, del avellano,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">del cedro y del sauce y del tejo,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">el tejo que se asocia con la muerte</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">del tejo en un sinfín renacimiento</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de semillas sembradas de venenos</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">que usas como especia en tu poción</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de ajos, de almendras, de tomillo,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de lavanda, de mirra, de artemisia,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de cardamomo, diente de león,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de menta, celidonia, milenrama,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de bayas carnosas de semillas</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">del tejo que rodean sus semillas</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">más rojas sin venenos curativas</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">que pueden provocar saber o muerte,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">que pueden provocar saber o muerte</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">igual que los remedios de tus pócimas,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">varios alucinógenos brebajes</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de opio, de belladona, de cicuta,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">mandrágora, acónito, hecatéis,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">brebajes en tus pócimas brebajes</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">de&nbsp;diversos estados de consciencia</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">que pueden provocar saber o muerte,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">que pueden provocar saber o muerte...</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-2829643072420396995?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-78967906501186786542011-01-09T16:29:00.020+01:002011-01-09T19:17:06.705+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TSnaxpy3MAI/AAAAAAAAEKk/mRpbn1qmtq8/s1600/%25C3%2584ngs%25C3%25A4lvor_-_Nils_Blomm%25C3%25A9r_1850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TSnaxpy3MAI/AAAAAAAAEKk/mRpbn1qmtq8/s400/%25C3%2584ngs%25C3%25A4lvor_-_Nils_Blomm%25C3%25A9r_1850.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Nils Blommér: <i>Baile de las hadas</i>, 1850.</span></span> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"><b><br /></b></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"></span></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Los reinos de <i>Áes Sídhe</i> en las canciones</b></span></span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b></b></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><b>en enclaves en los círculos concéntricos</b></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><b></b></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><b>de hadas semidivinas que conviven</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><b></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><b>por límites sin tiempos sin espacios.</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><b>Según tales leyendas más antiguas</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><b></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><b>se puede provocar contacto etéreo</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><b></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><b>con las hadas aéreas en visiones</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><b></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><b>más allá del común de nuestro alcance.</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b></span><br /><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b></span><br /><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Hadas con conexión con las deidades,</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b></span><br /><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>sin ser diosas ni madres de otras diosas,</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>son hermanas y amigas de mujeres</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>humanas, más humanas, más humanas...</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Aquello que las hace tan distintas,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;">aquello que las hace diferentes,</span></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>son palabras, son plantas, son aromas</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>traspuestos por encanto en su presencia.</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Las hadas de los sitios encantados</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>son seres protectores de los mitos</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>de la naturaleza, de la vida</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>que nace y crece en la imaginación</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>que crea con tal fuerza de existencia,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>que crea con tal fuerza de eclosión,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>que crea y que recrea en esta vida</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>parajes en conjuros de paisajes,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>paisajes en la mente concebidos</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>de sueños que se sueñan y se sueñan</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>sintiéndose viviéndose virtuales</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>posibles imposibles realizados</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>en posibilidad en lo virtual,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>imágenes de sueños extraídas</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>de la humilde extracción de la belleza,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>sintiéndose en el soplo de los aires,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>los aires conmovidos por los vuelos,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>los aires removidos por las alas</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>de roces de las alas de latidos</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>en sílabas en voces pronunciadas</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>en sílabas en voces de mujer,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>en voces de mujer, las mismas voces</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>de hadas de los sueños e ilusiones</b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><b>en sueños que se sueñan y se sueñan,</b></span></b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>en sueños que se sueñan sin renuncias,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>en sueños bien capaces de cambiar</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>los cotos del estado de las cosas,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>los cotos del estado de las mentes</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>que niegan estructuras sin contornos,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>que niegan estructuras sin matices,</b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="font-weight: bold;"><b>que afirman su figura en hologramas,</b><br /><b>que afirman su figura sueño a sueño</b></div><div style="font-weight: bold;"><b></b><b>y se afirman y se afirman y se afirman</b></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>virtules realizados tan reales…</b></span></span></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span lang="es" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><b>Dedicado a las hadas de los blogs</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span lang="es" style="line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">de </span><a href="http://u-topia1.blogspot.com/2011/01/mis-debilidades-confesables-iii.html" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Laura Uve</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">y </span><a href="http://martinaalbeaga.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Martina</a></b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-7896790650118678654?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-46091511335082708102011-01-05T19:02:00.006+01:002011-01-07T07:07:46.445+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TSSx61OnlxI/AAAAAAAAEJg/4WXa5QQMJ-0/s1600/William-Adolphe_Bouguereau_%25281825-1905%2529_-_La_Nuit_%25281883%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TSSx61OnlxI/AAAAAAAAEJg/4WXa5QQMJ-0/s400/William-Adolphe_Bouguereau_%25281825-1905%2529_-_La_Nuit_%25281883%2529.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"><i>La Nuit</i>&nbsp;de&nbsp;<a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/William-Adolphe_Bouguereau" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="William-Adolphe Bouguereau">William-Adolphe Bouguereau</a>&nbsp;(1883).</span></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Nix, Nyx, Nicte, la diosa&nbsp;primordial,<br />la&nbsp;noche celestial que se hace Caos,<br />la noche primigenia en un poema<br />de Orfeo de figuras de las letras<br />de cavernas oscuras de Adyton.</b></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />La noche de los fuegos de los sueños</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>nocturnos en oráculos proféticos</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>donde&nbsp;Crono se queda encadenado,</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>dormido y borracho de la miel</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>de sueños y promesas más órficas.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />Y a la entrada en la cueva Adrastea</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>tañe címbalos, toca el tympanon</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>y bailando acuna el universo&nbsp;</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>en órbitas en astros en estrellas</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>en trance en una danza&nbsp;eufórica</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>al ritmo del encanto de una voz,</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>la voz de Nyx, su dulce voz&nbsp;vibrante</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>vibrando en su canción y en su música</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>su música hipnótica sedante</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>que tiñe el escenario en la memoria,</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>memoria de sopores color sepia</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>en sueños, en deseos, en fulgores</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>de chispazos de luz de fuegos fatuos</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>en medio de la muerte y de la vida,</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>en medio de la vida y de la muerte</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>más viva en la tierra de los sueños,</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>los sueños que se viven en la sangre</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>de sueños de los vasos de las venas,</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>los sueños rebrotando a borbotones</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>tan reales, tan patentes, tan vitales,</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>los sueños que se llenan de los sueños</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>de sueños que se llenan de emociones,</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>los sueños que se sueñan y se sueñan</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>creciendo ensoñación a ensoñación...</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-4609151133508270810?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-50807253735989929802010-12-30T08:30:00.005+01:002010-12-31T07:01:54.366+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TRw2JfCdFLI/AAAAAAAAEIk/3Nkqqe-Y33M/s1600/fuent.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TRw2JfCdFLI/AAAAAAAAEIk/3Nkqqe-Y33M/s320/fuent.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/73/l_82a3c499a282275d422a8f60407dda07.gif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b>Imagen </b></span></a>Fuente Estigia</div><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>Las formas se definen en fractales</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>de humedad de cristales de materia</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>en caldo de cultivo en movimiento,</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>en caldo de los hielos y las nieves</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>en cambio tan constante que se ve</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>y al instante siguiente ya es distinto.</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>Quizás esas imágenes se hicieron</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>cenizas en un corazón ardiendo</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>de frío azul clavado de un cuchillo</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>en los pulmones limpios y en silencio</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>tan puro como el frío del misterio</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>que se repite en eco en lo esencial</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>transformando en virtud tales pasiones</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>heladas y traslúcidas y azules</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>en un rompecabezas de un espejo</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>en un rompecabezas que refleja</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>a quien lo observa a quien lo ha observado.</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b> </b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>a quien lo observa a quien lo ha creado.</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>a aquel observador que se ha perdido</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>buscándose en objetos en sí mismo</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>buscándose y buscando su sujeto</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>buscándose en reflejos en mujer</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>buscándose bajando a los infiernos</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>buscándose y buscándose y buscándose...</b></span><br /><div><br /></div><div>Dedicado a una frase dejada ir al vuelo por <a href="http://mineralvegetal.blogspot.com/2010/12/frozen.html"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;">Ofelia</span></b></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-5080725373598992980?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-52583885287857677322010-12-27T18:26:00.005+01:002010-12-27T18:41:51.687+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TRjL-zmeHoI/AAAAAAAAEIY/SlMVLv9lMNg/s1600/memorial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TRjL-zmeHoI/AAAAAAAAEIY/SlMVLv9lMNg/s400/memorial.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b style="color: #990000;">Blimunda Sietelunas de este mundo,<br />personaje en relato irrepetible,<br />hija de una mujer que fue acusada<br />de bruja por virtud del Santo Oficio.<br /><br />Blimunda condenada por conversa,<br />por su origen distinto al oficial,<br />heredera de dotes de su madre<br />puede ver lo que oculta cualquier cuerpo.<br /><br />Mujer que es tan sencilla y tan humilde<br />y sensible al prever el porvenir<br />que anticipa en acciones el futuro<br />entrevistas como algo natural.<br /><br />Mujer de Sietelunas Sietesoles,<br />en compañía cósmica que sueña<br />con vuelos iniciáticos utópicos<br />por delante del tiempo de su tiempo.<br /><br />Mujer que es precursora en relaciones<br />íntimas personales con el hombre,<br />relaciones que saltan el patrón<br />estipulado en cánones de la época.<br /><br />Mujer que entra en amor por el placer<br />de amar, por la fruición del amor pleno,<br />en relación recíproca en reparto<br />sin cargas, compromisos y sin culpa.<br /><br />Mujer que vive, toma iniciativa,<br />juega todas sus cartas a una baza,<br />juega todas sus cartas por entero,<br />ensaya su vivir, juega sin miedo<br />consciente de su don en femenino,<br />consciente de aquel don en singular<br />que le permite ver qué es lo que vale,<br />y le deja entrever la estupidez<br />vestida de ambición y de codicia,<br />y le deja entrever la hipocresía<br />inscrita en estulticia y egoísmo,<br />aquel don de mujer particular<br />que le permite ver y ser, y no ser,<br />que le permite ver y ser, y elegir,<br />que le permite ver y ser, y siendo<br />llegar a regalar ganas vitales<br />sabiendo regalarse en emociones,</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b style="color: #990000;">sabiendo regalarse en sentimientos,</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b style="color: #990000;"> queriendo regalar aspiraciones <br />y deseos de vida más humanos,</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b style="color: #990000;">queriendo y sabiéndose en su ser...</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b style="color: #990000;"> </b><br /><span style="color: #990000;">Entrada a demanda de <b><a href="http://en-zigurat.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Rayuela</span></a></b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-5258388528785767732?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-2351738451466961162010-12-24T10:37:00.002+01:002010-12-24T10:39:42.301+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div align="center" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/mistic/christmas_hoax.htm"><br /><img border="0" dynamicanimation="fpAnimswapImgFP1" height="343" id="fpAnimswapImgFP1" lowsrc="http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/imagenes_mistic/christmashoax_02.jpg" name="fpAnimswapImgFP1" src="http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/imagenes_mistic/christmashoax_01.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 0, 18); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(153, 0, 18); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(153, 0, 18); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 0, 18); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px;" vspace="10" width="500" /></a></div><div align="center" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #990012; font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">Pintura rupestre en <i>Roca dels Moros</i> en El Cogul, Lérida.</span></b></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>La civilización en nuestro origen</b></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>del primigenio origen del Egeo</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>en pleno ritual que es femenino,</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="text-decoration: none;"><i>Lenaea </i>o <i>Lenaia</i></span>, el&nbsp;<span style="text-decoration: none;">Festival</span></b></span></span></div><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="position: relative; top: 3pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="text-decoration: none;">de la Mujer Salvaje</span>&nbsp;en el invierno.</b></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;">Las hojas de la vid&nbsp;en su cabeza</span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">ataviadas con piel de cervatillo,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">llevando&nbsp;una varita, el&nbsp;<i>Thyrsoi</i>,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">una piña en su punta,&nbsp;hiedra o vid</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">en_Red_adas en meses de diciembre.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">Dioniso&nbsp;en el bosque, consumido</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">por&nbsp;Ménades&nbsp;danzantes tan salvajes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">en sus bandas rebeldes o&nbsp;<i>Thiasoi</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">libres por las laderas de montañas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">en frenesí extático en trance.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">El dios hecho pedazos en su sangre,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">ni Dioniso ni&nbsp;Apolo respetados,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">y el hombre en sus pedazos entrañados,<br />derramados de nuevo renacidos<br />en salvajes pedazos de mujer,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">más salvajes y unidos con <st1:personname productid="la Vida" w:st="on">la vida</st1:personname>,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">con el placer y el hambre del espíritu,<br />con <st1:personname productid="la Pasión" w:st="on">la pasión</st1:personname> creativa&nbsp;provocada</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">por mujeres que corren con los lobos<br />que danzan en su&nbsp;innata&nbsp;integridad</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">gozándose en un baile saludable</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">de sabia y vital naturaleza,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">mujeres que recrean los latidos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">para aliento y fuerza del vivir</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">sin miedo, y saltando protecciones,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">más salvajes y libres,&nbsp;más salvajes,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">más salvajes,&nbsp;salvajes,&nbsp;más salvajes...</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><i>Entrada dedicada a las mujeres</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><i>en_Red_adas en páginas de blogs.</i></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-235173845146696116?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-88718278443553739132010-12-22T19:25:00.005+01:002010-12-22T19:48:26.518+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TRJAQ0032VI/AAAAAAAAEHs/kaCZaJXsyLU/s1600/casandra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TRJAQ0032VI/AAAAAAAAEHs/kaCZaJXsyLU/s400/casandra.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">La hija de rey Príamo y de Hécuba</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">perdida por sus padres al nacer</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">en medio de aquel templo por olvido</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">en el templo de Apolo por la noche.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">La mañana siguiente entre sus sueños</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">su lengua dos serpientes traspasando</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">a través de sus órganos, sentidos,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">con efectos de purificación.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">La angustia y los gritos retiraron</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">aquellas lenguas bífidas de ofidios</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">y así fue concedido a Casandra</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">su don de profecía cuando adulta.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Como era de esperar, aquellos dones</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">que le dejaron ver antes que nadie </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">la muerte de su hermano, el cadáver</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">de Héctor en aquel carro ya yaciente,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">su hermano que sabía su destino,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">el héroe que no puede no salir</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">al paso de la muerte que le espera,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">como era de esperar y lo esperaba,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">trajeron infortunios a Casandra.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">tanto adivinatorios, como trágicos...</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Profética agorera incomprendida,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">capaz de prever cualquiera desgracia,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">incapaz de evitar la destrucción,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">esas revelaciones la enloquecen,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">sus visiones se enuncian inconexas,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">sus vaticinios son invalidados,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">hasta que al fin se da lo inevitable</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">y se acusa a Casandra por su culpa,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">cuando ella tiene el don de la palabra,</span></span></b><br /><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">la palabra crucial más anunciada,</span></span></b><br /><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">la palabra </span></span></b><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">en la muerte </span></span></b><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">y </span></span></b><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">en la vida, </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">la palabra ajustada en realidad...</span></span></b><br /><br />Entrada a demanda de <a href="http://aliceseperdio.blogspot.com/">Alice se perdió</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-8871827844355373913?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-28361624965950452212010-12-21T23:12:00.003+01:002010-12-22T05:36:07.435+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TREmObDN_9I/AAAAAAAAEHg/6R6zpjoagXA/s1600/Las-pitonisas-de-Delfos-294x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TREmObDN_9I/AAAAAAAAEHg/6R6zpjoagXA/s1600/Las-pitonisas-de-Delfos-294x300.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i>La sibila de Delfos</i> (1510, 350 × 380 cm),<br />fresco de Michelángelo (1475-1564)<br />en la Bóveda de la Capilla Sixtina</div><br /><span style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Desde un primer momento de intuición<br />sus voz en el acierto ha sido en verso<br />consonante en la métrica melódica<br />de composición rítmica en la música.<br /><br />Secretos en entrañas en oráculos <br />en láminas de plomo restañadas<br />de Pitia, Pitonisa, o Sibila,<br />transcitas en estrofas en poemas.<br /><br />Mujeres pitonisas que han tenido<br />el don de adivinar en el decir,<br />el don de adivinar en la belleza<br />del azar en los trazos de los versos<br /><br />sabiendo descifrar los desatinos,<br />sabiendo releer en la locura<br />enigmas en poema imaginados,<br />mensajes enterrados en los suelos,<br />señales en el borde del abismo<br />símbolos en el vuelo de los pájaros,<br />semillas en el fondo de las tazas,<br />luces en las estrellas de la noche,<br />estelas en las olas de los mares,<br />aromas en perfumes de las flores...<br /><br />Las voces de mujer, las mismas voces<br />que se oyen y se dicen y se escriben<br />en acústica arcana y dioscúrica<br />que es capaz de crear los nuevos sones<br />en susurros que rondan los secretos,<br />en susurros </span></span></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">secretos </span></span></b></span><span style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">encerrados <br />en arcas más antiguas que la muerte,<br />en arcas de la muerte tan antiguas<br />en la muerte que acaba dando vida,<br />en la vida que acaba dando a luz...</span></span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-2836162496595045221?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-69904716985643811902010-12-16T06:11:00.002+01:002010-12-16T06:16:17.853+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TQmfGZGI1DI/AAAAAAAAEG0/dCF5EJi4JB0/s1600/George_Romney_-_Lady_Hamilton_as_Medea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TQmfGZGI1DI/AAAAAAAAEG0/dCF5EJi4JB0/s400/George_Romney_-_Lady_Hamilton_as_Medea.jpg" width="337" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">George Romney:</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Lady Hamilton como Medea</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Medea hija de un rey y de una ninfa,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">sutil sacerdotisa que ha aprendido</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">los principios arcanos de las magas.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Arquetipo de bruja o hechicera</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">comparte aquellos rasgos de chamán</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de fórmulas, conjuros, sortilegios.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Guía de argonautas en el bosque</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">donde sabe encontrar el Vellocino</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">del Oro que hipnotiza a los humanos.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Mujer sabia, conoce las pociones,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">las hierbas especiales, los ungüentos</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de magia del poder de dar la muerte,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de magia del poder de dar la vida.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sabe usar esa magia que en sus artes</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">rejuvenece a un hombre que renace</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">con un procedimiento que implica</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">el quitarle la vida previamente,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">el sacarle la vida de la muerte,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">darle muerte, y darle luego vida.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">La muerte que renace con la vida,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">la vida que renace con la muerte,</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">la vida alimentada de despojos</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de muerte de la vida renacida</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en vida muerte vida, vida vida…</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-6990471698564381190?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-62831264683519504992010-12-12T12:40:00.004+01:002010-12-12T12:47:14.822+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TQSz2srN14I/AAAAAAAAEGc/Q3Bd3mz3PQ4/s1600/fabula_aracne_hilanderas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TQSz2srN14I/AAAAAAAAEGc/Q3Bd3mz3PQ4/s400/fabula_aracne_hilanderas.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Las Hilanderas</i>, de Velázquez, 1657. </span></div><br /><span style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">En hilos de Internet se mueve el mundo,<br />los hilos recosidos por costuras<br />que trenzan nudos nuevos en tejidos<br /><br />cortados en retales en la red<br />en tramas de esta tela inesperada<br />que giran sobre el eje de la rueca<br /><br />del destino en manos femeninas,<br />en manos femeninas hiladoras,<br />en manos femenino masculinas,<br /><br />en manos de hiladoras tan humanas<br />en manos de mujer, las mismas manos<br />sujetando sujetos y destinos<br /><br />en hilos del teatro de este mundo,<br />los hilos de que cuelgan marionetas<br />representando dramas del vivir<br /><br />perdiéndose en Globalia-Mater-Terra,<br />perdiéndose en Globalia-Gaia libre,<br />perdiéndose en Globalia-BloggloBalia,<br />perdi 2 x Globalia de la Globia,<br />perdi 2 , perdi 2 , tan perdi 2 <br />perdiéndose, perdiéndose, perdiéndose<br />construyendo conjunta identidad,<br />identidad global masterizada<br />remasterizada en global mestiza<br />remasterizada en global meteca,<br />perdi 2 , perdi 2 , y perdiendo-se<br />perdiéndose para ganar-se en sí,<br />perdiéndose para crecer y ser...<br /></span></span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-6283126468351950499?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-77048974358748613562010-11-30T06:57:00.000+01:002010-11-30T06:57:47.574+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TPSRzfa2GZI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/DlqkybZE8Vo/s1600/untitlegirasol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TPSRzfa2GZI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/DlqkybZE8Vo/s1600/untitlegirasol.jpg" /></a></div><h2 style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></h2><h2 style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b>Una ninfa, helíade que llora</b></h2><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">la muerte de su hermano en la alameda,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> la muerte de su hermano Faetón,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">la muerte del más joven y atrevido,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">su muerte de impaciencia de esperanza</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">que quiso conducir cruzando el cielo,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">que quiso conducir del Sol el carro,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">que quiso conducir, tener las bridas</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> de furia desbocada en los caballos</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">sin alma sin consciencia ni control,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">sin llegar a saber ni haber sabido</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">el tiempo necesario de la calma,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">el tiempo necesario de aprender,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">el tiempo necesario para ser</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> capaz de rezagarse al mismo tiempo,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> el tiempo regalado lentamente,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">el tiempo de la vida con el tiempo...</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /></b><br /><h2 style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b>Una ninfa, helíade que llora</b></h2><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">las lágrimas en ámbar del otoño,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">las lágrimas que riegan esos álamos,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> las lágrimas que caen como las hojas</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">a raudales en ríos y alamedas,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">a cántaros en lluvias derramadas</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">que vierten su alimento en esta tierra,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">esta tierra de tono triste y ámbar,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">esta tierra de tierra prometida,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> esta tierra de agua y de alimento</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">que alimenta las plantas por crecer,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">que se mezcla en las aguas con el río,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">que concierta un acuerdo con el tiempo</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">a saltos en las aguas aplazados,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">en brotes en el tiempo aplazados,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> el tiempo que se toma así su tiempo,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">el tiempo que se vive tiempo a tiempo,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">el tiempo de dar vida a muerte viva,</span></b><br /><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">el tiempo de dar vida a muerte ávida</span></b><br /><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">de dar vida a la muerte por nacer,</span></b><br /><b style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">por nacer y vivir en este tiempo...&nbsp;</span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-7704897435874861356?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-88712928139327568962010-11-28T10:39:00.003+01:002010-11-28T12:18:10.480+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TPIjDwR4h5I/AAAAAAAAEE8/snAzs8mKXy8/s1600/musas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TPIjDwR4h5I/AAAAAAAAEE8/snAzs8mKXy8/s400/musas2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Las musas (Imagen de la </span><a href="http://www.dalequedale.com/index.php/2006/12/18/las_musas?blog=4" style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Revista digital Dale que dale</a><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> )</span></div><br /><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Voy a inventar los nombres de los versos,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">las musas en los nombres en la mente</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">oyendo en sus sonidos claramente</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">secuencias de esos tonos que tan tersos</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">resuenen de un modo diferente</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en voces desvariando en universos</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">transversales en caras y reversos</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">cual monedas en manos de la gente</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">lanzadas hacia el aire en un azar </span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que muerde la emoción besando el labio</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">sin orden ni control, tintinear</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">y en medio de las bocas exhalar</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">poemas en un verso endeca_sí_labio</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">punteado musa a musa en su sonar...</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-8871292813932756896?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-43464401702974885162010-11-26T06:26:00.003+01:002010-11-27T09:56:43.154+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TO9EtEFmXiI/AAAAAAAAEEo/Ygy7ZQqNec4/s1600/reflejo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TO9EtEFmXiI/AAAAAAAAEEo/Ygy7ZQqNec4/s400/reflejo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">La luna que esta noche no ha dormido</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en blanco de la noche y en lo oscuro</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">escribe las palabras de un conjuro</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de voces en las voces que han salido</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> perdidas por las sombras y en un muro</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">del cielo el amplio cielo estremecido</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">callado en su silencio en su sentido</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en un campo de estrellas ya maduro</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">escriba este poema que le escribo</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> de ojos, de mejillas, de su boca</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">pintada de palabras que concibo</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">en versos que Selene canta y toca</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">con cuerdas de instrumento subversivo</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que suenan en su mano a miel y roca. </span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-4346440170297488516?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-31984139767222639642010-11-24T07:02:00.004+01:002010-11-25T14:07:51.927+01:00<div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TOypoFz9yrI/AAAAAAAAEEE/-IYEtcZC-O4/s1600/P5150013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TOypoFz9yrI/AAAAAAAAEEE/-IYEtcZC-O4/s400/P5150013.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Foto de Martha Ros</b></span></div><br /><b style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: small;">Una música en lenguas puedo oír <br />en vuestros comentarios trashumantes<br />por prados y portales anhelantes<br />del placer del lenguaje y del decir<br /><br />sin demoras de tiempo ahora y antes<br />nos hemos puesto todos a escribir<br />y a ecribirnos palabras del sentir<br />y a expresar sentimientos acuciantes<br /><br />que no quieren quedarse ya callados,<br />que quieren pronunciarse a voz en grito,<br />que saben que no son inmaculados,<br /><br />que pasan por los campos del proscrito<br />porque cruzan caminos encerrados<br />en ámbitos del mundo más maldito.</span></b><br /><br /><i style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br />Un beso y un abrazo en las palabras<br />Un bico e un abrazo nas palabras<br />Un petó i una abraçada a les paraules<br />Musu batean eta besarkada batean hitzetan</i><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Dedicado a <b><a href="http://martharos.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: orange;">Martha Ros</span></a> </b>y a <b style="background-color: #d0e0e3; color: #4c1130;"><a href="http://en-zigurat.blogspot.com/">Rayuela</a></b></span><i style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> </i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3198413976722263964?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-46937016846024124002010-11-22T06:52:00.000+01:002010-11-22T06:52:34.208+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TOoE5ups5aI/AAAAAAAAEDU/kGBeV-dkyvU/s1600/musa-teat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TOoE5ups5aI/AAAAAAAAEDU/kGBeV-dkyvU/s400/musa-teat.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="color: #660000;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #660000;"><b>Pensarte, repensarte, reinventarte<br />en tus letras, sonidos, tus espejos<br />en negro sobre blanco, folios viejos<br />forzando en tu figura al desnudarte<br /><br />en máscaras de voz que miran lejos<br />te llevan por tus pasos sin pisarte,<br />representan tu tez de amor al arte<br />en teatros de la vida más complejos<br /><br />porque en el escenario has decidido<br />tomar la iniciativa a rienda suelta<br />sin trampa ni cartón que han escondido<br /><br />tu gesto, tu palabra tan esbelta<br />en vuelo a tu través, que ya han salido<br />y en absoluto van a estar de vuelta.</b></div><br /><br /><br />Voy a cruzar el charco en un soneto<br />dedicado al blog <a href="http://saltardeltren.blogspot.com/">Saltar del tren</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-4693701684602412400?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-36040222743064088792010-11-19T06:34:00.003+01:002010-11-20T05:04:52.869+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TOYJR4RQf_I/AAAAAAAAECw/UfmrOX2cfOo/s1600/manos-mundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TOYJR4RQf_I/AAAAAAAAECw/UfmrOX2cfOo/s400/manos-mundo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Internet es la musa multiforme,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de diálogo constante en comentarios</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que persiguen tejer y entretejer</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">los hilos de las redes más sociales</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que creen un entorno consistente</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que inspire las palabras de lenguajes</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de imágenes que aprenden a mirar</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">sonidos que resuenan en la mente</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en viaje en un mundo imaginario</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">repleto de visitas virtuales</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">tan reales que a fuerza de frecuencia</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">adquieren la entidad de lo real.</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">¡Qué importa si será de carne y hueso!</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">La musa generosa que&nbsp; me inspira</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">no difiere de esta interlocución</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de voces&nbsp; en reflejos de otras voces,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">lenguajes en espejos de lenguajes</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que descubren senderos laberínticos</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que exploran nuevos puentes neurálgicos</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de caminos que crean conexión</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">entre voces fugaces electrónicas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de cerebros&nbsp; dialógico-esporádicos</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">capaces de pensar cosas distintas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de aquéllas que predican pensamientos</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que se pretenden único-ortodoxos</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">sin otra alternativa que sí mismos</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que amedrantan las mentes más mutantes</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">perseguidas sin paz por peligrosas.</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Internet es la musa multiforme,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en rastro del deseo en libertad,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">consciencia responsable que pregunta</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">cuestiones que cuestionan las respuestas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">embarcadas en arcas navegantes</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en barcas de las bocas encauzadas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en cauces navegables de los ríos</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que corren desbordando en creación,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">surcándose en reflejos de sus aguas,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">surcándose y dispuestos a saltar</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">del caos de salivas de las bocas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">del caos de las bocas desbocadas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que nadan en sus aguas &nbsp;sin guardar</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">las ropas en la pura realidad,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">sin máscaras sin bocas sin saliva</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">guardada, resguardada en su garganta,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en gritos que se alargan en las lenguas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">abriéndose de bocas para hablar,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">abriéndose de bocas para ser&nbsp;</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en voces femenino-masculinas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en voces que dan vida en sentimientos</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">humanos expresados naturales</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de ideas y valores en acción</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que quieren contribuir a estos cambios</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">los cambios que ahora &nbsp;buscan el cuidado</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de este mundo de entornos &nbsp;de la vida,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de este mundo de entornos que dan vida</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">a la vida sembrada en esta tierra</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">y a la vida sembrada en Internet...</span></b></div><br /><br />Doblemente dedicado a los blogs de <a href="http://zambrone.blogspot.com/"><b>Giovanni</b></a><br /><b> </b>y <a href="http://aquimequedare1.blogspot.com/"><b>Aquí</b></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3604022274306408879?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-3119027757672613592010-11-16T06:41:00.006+01:002010-11-16T09:39:22.317+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TOIZFh6YY-I/AAAAAAAAECk/T42Ycey4E10/s1600/6a00d8341c6adb53ef00e54f2b01c58833-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TOIZFh6YY-I/AAAAAAAAECk/T42Ycey4E10/s400/6a00d8341c6adb53ef00e54f2b01c58833-800wi.jpg" width="331" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgia_O%27Keeffe">Georgia O'Keeffe</a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">La diosa oscura Kali de la sangre,<br />el símbolo de Shakti por igual,<br /><br />la regente de undécimo nákshatra,<br />asterismo, constelación&nbsp;</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">lunar</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">,</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <br />pūrva-pjalgunī, primera mansión<br />de morada astronómica&nbsp;</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">en la Luna</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">,</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <br />la fuente del origen, las fogatas<br />del descenso en la muerte del nacer,<br /><br />el nido de energía procreativa,<br />los granos, las semillas, la fontana<br /><br />del agua de las minas subterráneas<br />fluyendo por las vetas interiores,<br /><br />el sentido del núcleo de la vida<br />del centro en una órbita espiral,<br /><br />vientre, útero, vulva, o vagina<br />de órgano en femenina evolución,<br /><br />el nombre primigenio del sonido<br />en fórmula más mística del verso,<br /><br />las voces de mujeres dando vida,<br />las voces de mujeres recreando,<br />las voces de mujeres pronunciando<br />letra a letra el ioni devánagari ,<br />ioni-posana, dupla lingam-ioni...</span></b></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></b></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">Dedicado a M.ª Luisa, editora de <a href="http://sd-muditoedicions.blogspot.com/2010/11/georgia-okeefe-su-imagen-su-obra.html">Sd</a></span><br /></span></b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-311902775767261359?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-64914360430421768512010-11-14T08:41:00.003+01:002010-11-15T12:24:39.790+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TN-SLuJKC6I/AAAAAAAAEB4/A5IgatDjpy4/s1600/Psyche+jard%25C3%25ADn+amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TN-SLuJKC6I/AAAAAAAAEB4/A5IgatDjpy4/s400/Psyche+jard%25C3%25ADn+amor.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">J. W. Waterhouse: Psyche, 1902</div><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Soplo, hálito aliento que se exhala<br />tras haberlo guardado hasta el final<br />del libro de la vida, al completo<br />en páginas sombrías y ancestrales.<br /><br />Mariposa saliendo por la boca,<br />psicopompo en alas metamórficas.<br />Psyche que se libera de crisálidas<br />que amortajan la tumba en su sarcófago.<br /><br />Psyche que ha abandonado el inframundo<br />y se dispone a abrir la caja negra.<br />Psyche que va a tomar para sí misma<br />la belleza del cofre de bellezas.<br /><br />Psyche que ha decidido al fin quedarse<br />con las sombras del sueño que ha tenido.<br />Psyche que sí perdura de la muerte<br />larvada en su oscuro nacimiento.<br /><br />Psyche que en los caminos en confín,<br />recorre nuevas sendas de las luces,<br />no entiende de sus muertes en las chispas<br />de una hoguera que encienda algún chamán.<br /><br />Psyche, en sus entrañas renacida, <br />Psyche, en sus ensueños recobrada, <br />Psyche al abrir sus manos ha soltado<br />el vuelo de elegantes mariposas<br />renacidas, conscientes, alteradas<br />que viven y reviven los instantes,<br />redobles o eidolones de difuntos,<br />partículas en ondas renacidas,<br />partículas en ondas vibratorias<br />que transfiguran mundos multitormes<br />en cambios que suceden a otros cambios<br />en alas de mujeres mariposa<br />que crean el espacio en el jardín...<br /></span></span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-6491436043042176851?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-20755520800884554022010-11-10T06:53:00.002+01:002010-11-10T14:02:48.565+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TNowsNKDpFI/AAAAAAAAEBw/VsO7HNy3p-Q/s1600/flora+y+los+cefiros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TNowsNKDpFI/AAAAAAAAEBw/VsO7HNy3p-Q/s400/flora+y+los+cefiros.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">J.W. Waterhouse: Flora y los céfiros, 1898</div><br /><b><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Lembranzas </i>son recuerdos bien guardados,<br />memorias que conviene no olvidar,<br />grabados en las células tan claros<br />en núcleos, citoplasmas o membranas<br />que giran en el caldo de cultivo<br />de un cuerpo sumergido en su caos.<br /><br />Denuncias de desastres de este mundo,<br />incendios de esta tierra provocados,<br />noticias de <i>notables </i>tan irónicas<br />que hacen asomar una sonrisa<br />y alertan nuestra mente y pensamiento<br />ante este simulacro falseado.<br /><br />Reseñas de artistas de otro tiempo<br />o de artistas actuales para ver<br />que el arte no ha dejado de gritar<br />las voces, los sonidos, las imágenes<br />que abren interrogantes necesarios<br />y deleitan el gusto y lo alimentan.<br /><br />He aquí una mujer que ha decidido<br />expresar sus anhelos de cultura,<br />regalar sus hallazgos sin recargo,<br />compartir sus saberes generosa,<br />repartir lo que tiene y lo que tenga<br />poner su mano en manos de Internet.</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span></span></b>Y para muestra, un <a href="http://lembranzas-ines.blogspot.com/2010/11/santiago-sierra-dice-no-al-premio.html"><b style="color: #444444;">BOTÓN </b></a><br /><br />¡Salud y libertad, con <i>Lembranzas</i>!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-2075552080088455402?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-61814591617196670522010-11-09T08:31:00.005+01:002010-11-10T11:40:18.275+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TNj2f89A4wI/AAAAAAAAEBs/AAPuJl_iaAI/s1600/red.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TNj2f89A4wI/AAAAAAAAEBs/AAPuJl_iaAI/s400/red.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Imagen extraída de <a href="http://martanauta.blogia.com/2007/041601-internet-fina-y-segura.php">Martanauta.com</a></span></span></div><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">En las grutas del tiempo está este ágora,<br />el núcleo en las <i>polis </i>de Internet,<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">el&nbsp;</span></span></b></span>cuerpo orbital que desenvuelve <br />el nuevo espacio público que se abre<br />cambiante, contingente, renovado<br />y crece y va creciendo en espiral<br />mayormente en voces de mujeres.<br /><br />Los mundos de Micenas más antiguos<br />de tiempos de palacio y fortaleza,<br />de acrópolis pautadas racionales<br />de guerras, sin sentido ni emoción,<br />de formas más caducas reducidas<br />de rancia concepción tradicional...<br />ahora están tocando a su fin.<br /><br />¿Es&nbsp; la "Internet 2.0" femenina<br />en el sentido amplio de este término<br />que comprende a personas de experiencia<br />en el cuidar vital de este contexto<br />cotidiano de vida y relación?<br />¿Es una nueva forma de intercambio<br />en hilos que se tejen en retículas?<br /><br />Internet 2.0 es un diálogo<br />en mundo conectado permanente,<br />en ágora en tránsito repleta,<br />en gineceo en voces de mujeres<br />que hace tiempo han tomado éticamente<br />la crucial decisión, su decisión, <br />esa decisión de dejar a un lado<br />morales resignadas y silencios,<br />y han tomado a su cargo la expresión<br />y el ensayo de nuevas redes vivas<br />de comunicación, colaborando<br />creando, generando, engendrando<br />regenerando el mundo que habitamos<br />al objeto de ¡dar vida a la vida!</span></span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span><b><span style="color: #20124d;">Dedicado a <a href="http://u-topia1.blogspot.com/2010/11/soliloquio-ii-mi-blog.html">Laura Uve, y a su reflexión sobre los blogs</a></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-6181459161719667052?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-58672517189144192592010-11-06T07:45:00.003+01:002010-11-06T07:52:30.036+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TNT4N7eoPrI/AAAAAAAAEBU/Qg4xrOxpbyo/s1600/594px-Garden2315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TNT4N7eoPrI/AAAAAAAAEBU/Qg4xrOxpbyo/s400/594px-Garden2315.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">El Jardín de las Hespérides, de Frederic Leighton (1892).</span></span></div><br /><b><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Castaños y encinas y cerezos,<br />moreras, chopos y olmos,<br />la cepa de la vid, la antigua higuera<br />se extienden en sus ramas derramando<br />belleza y plenitud en el paraje.<br /><br />Las dríades surgidas desde el roble<br />el agua de la tierra han recogido<br />y al huerto de esa diosa en el oeste<br />ya parten a saciar la sed de Hera<br />en los vasos leñosos del jardín.<br /><br />Las manzanas doradas inmortales<br />adornan el Jardín de las Hespérides<br />y las ninfas bien cuidan la arboleda<br />donde ocasionalmente recolectan<br />los frutos de las frutas para sí.<br /><br />Dríades, Hamadríades o Adríades,<br />llamadas las doncellas de occidente,<br />hijas de atardeceres y de ocasos<br />estrellas de las luces vespertinas<br />que vagan libremente por los bosques,<br />que cantan con sus voces encantadas,<br />que poseen el poder de transformar<br /></span></span></span></b><b><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">figuras </span></span></span></b><b><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">aparentes siempre bellas,<br />tan bellas dando luz a los paisajes,<br />tan bellas que atrapan las miradas,<br />tan bellas que los ojos se abren siempre<br />y es del todo imposible ya cerrarlos<br />porque al ver la belleza enloquecen...<br /></span></span></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-5867251718914419259?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-59223972605975182882010-11-03T09:05:00.002+01:002010-11-03T09:10:28.133+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TNEXUbyCfOI/AAAAAAAAEBM/yKtndSqUEGo/s1600/Danaides.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TNEXUbyCfOI/AAAAAAAAEBM/yKtndSqUEGo/s400/Danaides.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Las danaides por Jown William Waterhouse. Óleo sobre lienzo, 1903.</span></span></span></div><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Danaides que han cumplido su promesa<br />dando muerte de noche a sus esposos,<br />excepto la mayor, quien conservó<br />la vida de su esposo y su respeto.<br /><br />Linceo a Hipermnestra respetando<br />la consideración de su persona<br />salvándose su vida sin saberlo<br />creciendo más humano como ser.<br /><br />Tantas mujeres muertas prisioneras<br />de tantas convenciones tan atávicas,<br />tantas mujeres íntimas amigas<br />viviendo libremente para ser.<br /><br />Si sabes o no sabes tú decides<br />la vida y los deseos del vivir<br />que vives tantas veces inconsciente<br />y otras con decisión y en libertad<br /><br />sin miedos o con miedo incertidumbre<br />que vale como la única verdad<br />de vida traspasada por tus venas<br />de sangre sin ahogo derramada<br />de manos que se encuentran en las manos<br />de ojos que se miran en los ojos<br />de bocas que se buscan en las bocas<br />de bocas que se cierran y se abren<br />que pronuncian palabras sin hablar<br />que pronuncian palabras en silencios<br />envueltos en el aire renovado<br />naciente en la mañana amanecida<br />del aire desgastado de este mundo<br />que escapa por ventana en par en par...</span></span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-5922397260597518288?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-62615385433959185352010-10-28T20:47:00.006+02:002010-10-29T04:24:13.292+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TMnE-Ra4xrI/AAAAAAAAEBE/WLhSPm9vROk/s1600/Flora+y+el+viento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TMnE-Ra4xrI/AAAAAAAAEBE/WLhSPm9vROk/s200/Flora+y+el+viento.jpg" width="137" /></a></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TMnEwyp7ewI/AAAAAAAAEBA/h107eNvJMCs/s1600/flora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TMnEwyp7ewI/AAAAAAAAEBA/h107eNvJMCs/s200/flora.jpg" width="125" /></a><br /><br /><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> </style> </div><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> </style> <br /><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Recrearse las flores las miradas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en el mismo camino de la cala</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">idéntico y distinto para ver</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">unas <i>bellis perennis</i> transformadas.</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Las diosas de las flores, los jardines,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">alumbren con sus fuegos la Floralia,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">renueven esos ciclos de la vida,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">festejen de esas flores deshojadas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">las danzas entre espejos transparentes,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">levanten los cristales de sus copas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en medio de ese bosque tan perdido</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que ellas aquel día sí encontraron.</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Perséfone y Deméter de la mano</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">sus ojos y sus manos restaurando</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">las diferentes luces en la sombra</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">la fiesta de los bailes de los prados</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en poses de acrobacia más audaces</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">sin tiempo obligatorio para ser</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">las fértiles mujeres que celebran</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">los ritos iniciáticos selváticos</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de un mundo que renace en sus imágenes</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">del centro de este trance trascendiendo</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en flores tan distintas como son</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">chirivitas que causan chiribitas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b> </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en los ojos que ven y que no ven</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">la imagen retenida en la retina</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en aire de la luz mediterránea,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">el color de acuarelas de las nubes</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en tinte retenido entre estos pinos,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">la poesía en disparos encendida</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en clima de contagio emocional,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">la musica en pinceles perfumada</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que embriaga con canciones su nariz,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">el sabor delicioso de la lengua</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que apura hasta su punta el paladar...</span></b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Encabezan esta entrada, que dedico a </span><a href="http://floresypalabras.blogspot.com/2010/10/margarita-de-los-prados.html" style="color: #990000;">Elvira </a></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">y <a href="http://mineralvegetal.blogspot.com/2010/10/bellis-perennis.html"><span style="color: #0c343d;">Ofelia</span></a>,&nbsp; dos imágenes de Flora</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"> pintadas por <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_William_Waterhouse">J. W. Waterhouse</a>.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span> </b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-6261538543395918535?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-37998938899536044242010-10-23T07:37:00.002+02:002010-10-23T07:47:03.351+02:00<div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TMJz6puBJVI/AAAAAAAAEAw/I1uqYB3mDFw/s1600/rio-mundo-nacimiento-42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TMJz6puBJVI/AAAAAAAAEAw/I1uqYB3mDFw/s400/rio-mundo-nacimiento-42.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></b> <a href="http://www.spaincenter.org/agricultura/frutales-higuera.htm"><b> </b><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Nacimiento Río Mundo - Higuera</b> </span></a></div><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">El canto de cigarras caluroso</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> inundaba las horas de la tarde</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> mezclado con el río que sonaba</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> y hablaba de esas cosas del pensar.</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">El aire desprendía ese aroma</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> fundido en el fruto de una higuera</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">morada del color, fruto maduro,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> las brevas por los suelos que alimentan</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> de muerte esa otra vida por venir.</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">El árbol de la vida del origen,</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">el árbol de la ciencia primigenio </span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> escrito en otro libro de memorias,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">relatos tan antiguos como el mundo</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> que leemos leyendo cuanto está</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> escrito previamente en esta tierra,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> el lecho de los ríos, tan sonoro,</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">el lecho de la tierra como en casa, </span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> el aire perfumado por la higuera,</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">el aire de este aire tan repleto</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> de un canto de cigarras pertinaz,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> los sueños que se sueñan descansados,</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> los sueños que imaginan mil momentos,</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">los sueños&nbsp; en los sueños que se ensueñan</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">en las ensoñaciones cotidianas,</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">las lágrimas en lágrimas vertidas</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">en el río, los ríos de las lágrimas</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">vertidas por los ríos de este mundo,</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">las lágrimas que viajan y se buscan</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;">en lágrimas de caras conocidas,</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> las lágrimas de Ceres reencontradas</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">con su hija ProserpinA otra vez...</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3799893889953604424?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-75042659678338318092010-10-18T22:08:00.000+02:002010-10-18T22:08:21.190+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TLyolqocNWI/AAAAAAAAEAg/MYg7mGikRWc/s1600/el-beso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TLyolqocNWI/AAAAAAAAEAg/MYg7mGikRWc/s320/el-beso.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">El beso, Gustav Klimt, 1907-08</span></span></div><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Has sellado tus labios en la muerte,<br />los labios en la flor más sempieterna,<br />la flor sobre tus labios siempreviva,<br />la flor sobre tus labios en tu suerte.<br /><br />Has cerrado tu puerta de la vida,<br />igual que en el momento en que naciste,<br />dudando en el instante entre tu muerte,<br />dudando en el instante entre tu vida.<br /><br />Fui yo u otro yo quien se saltó<br />la norma estipulada en este mundo<br />y poniendo mis labios en los tuyos<br />los labios de mi vida en tu muerte,<br />mi aliento en tu aliento mortecino,<br />mi aliento en tu aliento derritiendo<br />la cera de la vida en el aire,<br />la cera de la vida estremecida,<br />la cera de la vida, por los aires,<br />en tus labios, tu lengua, tu garganta,<br />en el grito ahogado en un instante<br />ante el riesgo de muerte de tu vida,<br />ante el juego y capricho del azar,<br />fui yo quien decidió cambiar la suerte<br />y jugarse el todo por el todo por el todo,<br />el todo por el todo por el todo...<br />quien traspasó fronteras en tu muerte<br />entrerrada en tu cuerpo sin tu vida,<br />quien rescató la tierra entre tus manos<br />por rescatarte y rescatar la tierra,<br />tu tierra de matriz generatriz,<br />en donde todo queda por plantarse,<br />en donde todo queda por vivirse,<br />en donde tú y yo, que decidimos,<br />al nacer revivir, vivir, vivirnos<br />nos hemos reencontrado nuevamente,<br />nos hemos reencontrado donde antes,<br />nos hemos reencontrado en el principio,<br />nos hemos reencontrado sin el tiempo<br />sin pasado presente sin futuro,<br />en la vida de muerte que da vida<br />donde hemos encontrado sin buscarlos<br />estos labios sellados hace tiempo,<br />el tiempo en el sello de los labios<br />a tiempo por vivir intensamente,<br />el tiempo, labio a labio, sobre el sello<br />de la vida en el tiempo más vital...<br /></span></span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-7504265967833831809?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-4675318970130212010-10-16T09:18:00.001+02:002010-10-18T09:13:14.288+02:00A mi amigo, Antonio,<br /><div>que como este Antonio,&nbsp;</div>murió de tal manera...<br />Y para mi hija Berta,<br />la flor que siempre baila en mi jardín.<br />Y para todas esas otras hijas<br />que siento como hijas que son mías...<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t2KfF47rO_g?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t2KfF47rO_g?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-467531897013021?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-18454428759934976322010-10-14T05:02:00.003+02:002010-10-14T15:00:39.600+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TLZwLbXs43I/AAAAAAAAEAQ/t_Oi7En41JE/s1600/181px-Lilith_%28John_Collier_painting%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TLZwLbXs43I/AAAAAAAAEAQ/t_Oi7En41JE/s400/181px-Lilith_%28John_Collier_painting%29.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Lilit (1892), por John Collier</span></div><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Apogeo lunar en luna negra,<br />reposición fugaz sin luz precisa,<br />invisibilidad letal y leve...<br />Sobre un mar oscuro se ha posado<br />un cénit inconsciente desde el cielo.<br /><br />El sello y el marchamo de una voz,<br />la marca de la flor sobre la piel,<br />el tatuaje maldito de una estrella<br />en su nombre en su voz de una mujer<br />en contra de moral establecida.<br /><br />Lilith, demonio en voz de Lilith, voz,<br />voz a contracorriente en contra contra<br />cualquier control en forma de control<br />que reprima reprime toda forma,<br />nuevas formas forzadas hasta el límite.<br /><br />Lilith, Naamá, Eva frente al fuego,<br />solas, alrededor de un mismo centro,<br />habiendo abandonado el paraíso<br />para llegar a orillas del Mar Rojo<br />y entrar en sus aguas infestadas.<br /><br />Lilith, con Idlu Lilu y Artad Lili,<br />los lilims más antiguos y fecundos,<br />espíritus errantes femeninos,<br />figuras del vampiro y del súcubo<br />claves de creación procreación.</span></span></b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Los ojos los oídos han entrado<br />dentro de un mar rojo de mujeres<br />y en sus gestos absortos se han mirado<br />y escuchado las voces que han oído<br />voces de un gineceo mujeres.<br /><br />Las voces de la vida tan antiguas,<br />olores y aromas uterinos,<br />sabores de humedades delicados,<br />el tacto duro y tierno de los dedos,<br />belleza a ojos vista de una vez...<br />&nbsp;</span></span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">La alquimia en los sentidos se ha mezclado,</span></span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">la voz ha pronunciado el maleficio</span></span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que se ha sumergido mar adentro<br />dentro de un gineceo de mujeres<br />dentro de un gineceo de mujeres<br />dentro de un gineceo de mujeres...<br /></span></span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-1845442875993497632?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-89529100547382555142010-10-12T05:47:00.008+02:002010-10-12T11:02:07.257+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TLPZmdMFJZI/AAAAAAAAEAE/VkvFiqm74PU/s1600/ffuego.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TLPZmdMFJZI/AAAAAAAAEAE/VkvFiqm74PU/s400/ffuego.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Fresia (Freesia x hybrida). Fotografía: <a href="http://mineralvegetal.blogspot.com/2010/10/mujeres.html"><b>Ofelia Gasque Andrés</b></a></span></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b> </b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>He oído palabras de esas voces<br />las voces que en su voz me han enviado<br />mensajes en botellas que he guardado<br />en tiempo de los tiempos transcurridos.</b></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>He sabido por voz de esas voces</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>que tu voz y mi voz han coincidido</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>al negar el momento, al negarnos</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>a saltar este tiempo detenido.</b></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>Me han hablado de un tiempo simultáneo</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>de impaciente esperanza y de paciencia,</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>tu paciencia aprendida tan paciente,</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>mi impaciente esperanza de la vida.</b></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>Nos negamos sin duda momentánea</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>momentos de morir nacer crear,</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>momentos de decir en voz bien alta</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>ha llegado el momento de leer</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>el libro que has escrito sin palabras,</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>los labios del rescate de la muerte,</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>el toque delicado de los labios,</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>el tiempo dado al tiempo en el tiempo,</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>el tiempo en las cenizas acendrado,</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>el tiempo de los labios encendidos,</b></span><br /><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b>el tiempo que se cuece con el tiempo,</b></span></b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b>el tiempo&nbsp;</b></span>&nbsp;que se aviva con&nbsp;</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>la llama</b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>de un fuego cocinando a fuego lento</b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>un tiempo impaciente esperanzado,</b></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b>un tiempo de paciencia tiempo a tiempo...</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-8952910054738255514?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-4018554652083219622010-10-11T00:03:00.002+02:002010-10-11T10:57:17.454+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TLI2enCerxI/AAAAAAAAD_8/B2oSWDl1mIo/s1600/ofelia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TLI2enCerxI/AAAAAAAAD_8/B2oSWDl1mIo/s400/ofelia.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Everett_Millais" title="John Everett Millais"></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Ofelia de John Everett Millais (1852)</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">¿Será tocar los labios para ti<br />eso que significa para mí?<br /><br />Quise tocar los labios de la muerte,<br />los labios de tu muerte tan secreta,<br />los labios del secreto de tu muerte,<br />los labios de los sueños solamente.<br /><br />Quise tocar tus labios de secretos<br />guardados en el cofre de tu cuerpo,<br />tus labios quizá muertos redivivos<br />tus labios que nacieron con tu muerte.<br /><br />Quise saber si el sueño de mi luna,<br />mi luna de una noche de sirena,<br />sirena que se marcha mar adentro,<br />sirena que me brinda ese camino,<br />camino de los sueños en el mar<br />que parte del andar de una sirena,<br />era tu sueño y era el mismo sueño.<br /><br />Quise saber si el sueño que vivía,<br />un sueño en un mar de noche&nbsp;</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">negra&nbsp;</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">,</span></span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> un sueño en un mar de plenilunio,<br />un sueño como un fósforo que alumbra,<br />un sueño como un fósforo encendido<br />en ráfagas de luz en tu figura,<br />en ráfagas de luz sobre tu cuerpo<br />traspasado en tu muerte por la luz,<br />era el sueño que tú también soñabas.<br /><br />Quise, quise saber, ver el silencio<br />sin voz en la pregunta que aun me hago<br />sin voz en el aliento de tu muerte,<br />sin saber ni sabiendo último aliento<br />en tu cuerpo, en mi cuerpo, tan terrenos,<br />en tu cuerpo, en mi cuerpo, tan humanos,<br />en tu cuerpo, en mi cuerpo, sumergidos<br />en las aguas del mar que sabe a noche,<br />en las aguas del mar que sabe a luna,<br />en las aguas del mar que sabe a sueño,<br />en las aguas del mar que sabe a muerte,<br />el sueño de un secreto compartido,<br />el sueño de un secreto ritual,<br />el sueño del secreto de tu muerte,<br />el sueño del secreto de mi muerte,<br />el sueño del secreto de la vida...<br /></span></span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-401855465208321962?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-60822452713096671362010-10-09T07:11:00.002+02:002010-10-09T07:14:42.576+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TK_39aFEnxI/AAAAAAAAD_0/bsCFUXN0emo/s1600/calendar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TK_39aFEnxI/AAAAAAAAD_0/bsCFUXN0emo/s400/calendar.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Cuenta el mito que el cosmos nació de una<br />danza, y nació de una muerte en danza<br />la mujer que nació desde su muerte<br />danzante en la muerte de esta vida.<br /><br />Sí decidió por fin nacer, de muerte,<br />de vida, viva muerte, muerte en vida,<br />si nació muerta fue para alzarse<br />y expresarse en los gestos de la danza.<br /><br />¿Cuál es tu ser mujer, que has salido<br />de esa sombra del vientre de la muerte?<br />¿Cuál es tu fuente, dónde nació tu agua<br />que mana sin descanso de tu sed?<br /><br />Danzas esta agua, danzas esta vida,<br />danzas este silencio que acaricia<br />con esos movimientos tan sutiles<br />delicados en gestos de las flores.<br /><br />Gestos y movimientos, diferidos<br />que dudan si morir nacer crecer,<br />que crean y recrean nacimientos<br />guardados en el ser de todo ser.<br /><br />Gestos y movimientos transmitidos<br />en aras de nacer crecer morir<br />instantes regalados con el tiempo<br />que vives que vivimos lentamente.<br /><br />Gestos y movimientos, inundados<br />del agua de belleza en este libro<br />que escribes en imágenes en páginas<br />que hablan en silencio sin hablar.<br /><br />Gestos y movimientos, expresiones<br />que contigo y en ti resucitaron<br />en aliento del ser, del ser humano<br />en la boca del aire que dio vida<br />porque quiso jugarse a sí mismo,<br />impaciente impaciencia esperanzada,</span></span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">la llama incandescente que da vida,<br />ante el riesgo a perder esta jugada,<br />frente al azar que duda en su capricho<br />quiso perderse en labios de la muerte,<br />sabiendo sin saber su último aliento,<br />la muerte amanecida con la vida...<br /></span></span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-6082245271309667136?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-2236288308682280782010-10-07T07:10:00.004+02:002011-10-24T12:20:33.340+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TK1VuoAHXwI/AAAAAAAAD_o/QzRIQyJfZoU/s1600/Pandora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TK1VuoAHXwI/AAAAAAAAD_o/QzRIQyJfZoU/s400/Pandora.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">John W. Waterhouse, 1896.</span></div><br /><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">La primera mujer, de nombre de Eva<br />mujer mortal a imagen semejanza<br />de las llamas del fuego del Olimpo<br />robadas por promesas de esperanza.<br /><br />La tapa de un jarrón, jarra sin tapa<br />los males y los bienes liberados<br />el cierre del cerrojo desprendido<br />de estirpe inteligente de Atenea.<br /><br />Si cada cual descubre su belleza,<br />si cada quien se siente cautivado,<br />si ha destapado auténticas mentiras<br />y cede el corazón esperanzado<br /><br />a expensas de la caja que ha dejado<br />enterrada en el medio del camino,<br />a laslos mujerhombre en esta tierra,<br />a esasesos andrógenos vivientes, <br /><br />laslos primer@s jóvenes recientes,<br />laslos menores niñ@s incipientes,<br />laslos antiguas almas y las flores<br />en aguas de voraz naturaleza,<br /><br />los gritos de animales que se llaman<br />muy dentro de la sombra más oscura,<br />tan dentro de la noche más cerrada,<br />despacio en el tiempo a tiempo vivo,<br /><br />se encuentren, esos seres tan perdidos<br />se encuentren y se pierden en planeta<br />perdido en la galaxia conocida,<br />planeta en peligro tan querido,<br />planeta que precisa de cuidado,<br />planeta sin un centro, acentrado<br />en universo oculto en una caja,<br />un universo a punto de estrenar<br />que está enteramente por hacer...</span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-223628830868228078?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-55259859225076428982010-10-06T06:45:00.003+02:002010-12-19T08:36:09.187+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TKv-DaJ1xCI/AAAAAAAAD_g/X7E5KVVjT3Y/s1600/circe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TKv-DaJ1xCI/AAAAAAAAD_g/X7E5KVVjT3Y/s400/circe.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">John W. Waterhouse, 1891</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"></span><span style="color: #660000;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Si bien es tierra es hija de algún sol<br />y adopta edad de edad sujeta a cambios<br />en las cartas de muerte que se mueve<br />ascendente y descendente en marmitas<br />donde mezcla brebajes y conjuros.<br /><br />Perséfone en Circe transformada<br />triunfante en el infierno de este mundo<br />rompiendo los hechizos más profundos<br />surgiendo de la tierra enterrada<br />en nueva primavera perdurable.<br /><br />Mujer vieja que vive y ha vivido<br />mil viajes de ïda y de vuelta,<br />mil virajes de estela en navegantes,<br />mil parajes perdidos por las redes,<br />mil paisajes repletos de genciana.<br /><br />Circe, mágica Circe que desvela<br />estas naturalezas tan humanas<br />de ancestros animales de rincones<br />ocultos de los cuerpos escondidos<br />que pugnan por salir, vivir, hablar.<br /><br />Circe, su magia en manos misteriosas<br />que descifran descifren los enigmas<br />repartidos por rutas de la vida<br />repetidos distintos espirales<br />que crecen sin llegarse a repetir.<br /><br />Circe, sus manos, manos de la magia<br />femenina, las manos que refutan<br />que refuten, sentencias de algún juez,<br />sus manos peligrosas y repletas<br />repletas de sus luces y una flor.<br /><br />Circe, la maga Circe, libre Circe,<br />la dueña venenosa de licores<br />que curan y reparan desalientos,<br />la dueña del veneno que se inyecta<br />y consigue curar las amarguras,<br />la dueña del veneno de ilusiones<br />cobijadas en émbolos de luz,<br />la dueña del veneno de la vida<br />que fluye por las venas del vivir,<br />la dueña del veneno en una luz,<br />la dueña del veneno en una flor, <br />la dueña del veneno de genciana...<br /></span></span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-5525985922507642898?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-63823515158728741022010-10-03T08:35:00.001+02:002010-10-03T08:41:11.878+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TKgic_GjPBI/AAAAAAAAD_c/FBzEfiuQSvU/s1600/WaterhouseEchoDetail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TKgic_GjPBI/AAAAAAAAD_c/FBzEfiuQSvU/s400/WaterhouseEchoDetail.jpg" width="311" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Detalle de "Eco y Narciso", de John W. Waterhouse</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">"Tremedal que xera esta doenza..."*</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">terreno pantanoso y enturbiado,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">césped en superficie aparentado,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">tremendal que genera esta dolencia...</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Si en profunda esperanza despeñado</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">mi abismo aspira a un cielo sin conciencia</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">que me suba en sus alas de demencia</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">este azar hasta un punto más alzado</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">donde el techo retiemble en levedad</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">de andar sobre tu piel, sobre tu peso</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">que atenta contra ley de gravedad</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">transcrita en las palabras de un beso</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">en ecos de estos labios sin edad</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">mezclados con las llamas de embeleso...</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">*El primer verso es del poeta <b><a href="http://gl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xo%C3%A1n_Abeleira">Xoán Abeleira</a></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Esta entrada le va dedicada, y también para <b><a href="http://ineselo69.blogspot.com/">Inés</a></b>, que me lo ha dado a conocer.</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-6382351515872874102?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924564407546840621.post-35707392896761507902010-10-01T04:41:00.011+02:002010-10-01T09:48:18.711+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TKVKQYil2yI/AAAAAAAAD_M/K999HS_27E8/s1600/ERATO+Antolog%C3%ADa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MiuSiTvrPo/TKVKQYil2yI/AAAAAAAAD_M/K999HS_27E8/s400/ERATO+Antolog%C3%ADa.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Erato bajo la piel del deseo,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">una antología de 90 poetas contemporáneos</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">en lengua castellana, gallega y catalana</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Has sembrado tu lecho del amor</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>de flores de jazmín, hojas de menta</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>y me retas a que entre sin afrenta</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>en huecos de esta tierra sin candor.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Sin querer o queriendo mi alma atenta</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>se ha acercado escogiendo entre el fragor</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>las batallas perdidas sin valor</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>en caprichoso azar que en red alienta</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>tus nudos descentrados que deshacen</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>deshacen más allá de esta vida</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>paisajes de jardines que subyacen</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>en medio de rieras y avenida</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>del agua, aire, fuego que rehacen</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>tus surcos en la tierra estremecida...</b></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924564407546840621-3570739289676150790?l=espaciosparaempezareldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>enric batistehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09400481740741951147noreply@blogger.com