tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17888928100958886172012-02-16T14:56:21.856-06:00palabra al viento / susurra corazón /ardiente lavaSilvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.comBlogger761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-7141279590427352032012-02-15T12:37:00.012-06:002012-02-16T14:48:29.698-06:00<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/-Eq95bMFGGCc/TzwBFnMZfSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0YqjXAzI-PU/s1600/polochic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eq95bMFGGCc/TzwBFnMZfSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0YqjXAzI-PU/s320/polochic.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><em><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Por Mario Blanco</span></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hoy te desmoronas en mi alma</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">como arcilla mal horneada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">y el polvo se lo come el viento.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Te desmoronas por cada uno de nosotros</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que se llevan la muerte, las maras,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">los narcos, el hambre y el olvido.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">El Xocomil del tiempo me resucitará.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Despertaré en las tiniebla de tus bosques</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">en la mansión del pájaro serpiente,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">borrará el mar las huellas de tus volcánicas arenas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">danzaré en la luz que devora tus cavernas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">beberé en tus caídas de agua clara.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">El Xocomil del tiempo</span>&nbsp;<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">me</span>&nbsp;<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">resucitará.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Navegaré otra vez sobre tus lagos cristalinos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">colgarán orquídeas de las caobas milenarias</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">descansaré bajo la sombra de tus amates,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">escucharé las notas retumbantes de tu hormigo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">se refrescará el futuro en el caudal de tus arroyos.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">El Xocomil del tiempo&nbsp;</span> <span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">me&nbsp;</span>&nbsp;<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">resucitará.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nos nutrirá el aroma grato de tus lorocos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">no habrá bejucos importados de vainilla.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Junto a la colorida flor del amaranto,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">vencera el maiz ancestral de los abuelos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a los venenos y semillas de Monsanto.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">El Xocomil del tiempo&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">me&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">resucitará.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Caerá el grano de café sobre tus campos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">absorberá el potasio de las balas enterradas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">y los pistilos de sus blancas florecillas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">endulzarán la miel de tus indómitas abejas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">apaciguando el alma que habita en tu morada.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">El Xocomil del tiempo me resucitará.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Correrá el tapir por tus riberas peteneras</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">perseguido por jaguares sigilosos.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Desde Zaculeu hasta Uaxactún</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">se escuchará en tus húmedos vientos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">el grito aullador del saraguate.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">El Xocomil del tiempo&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">me&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">resucitará.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Y viviremos al ritmo de tu encanto verde</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cobijándonos bajo la luz añil,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que el exilio pinta en el alma,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Volveremos a ti ¡sagrada patria!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">suspirando, amándote, reclamándote.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-714127959042735203?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-61619109262834629092012-02-12T09:34:00.000-06:002012-02-12T09:34:58.478-06:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkTi16fuzlA/TzfcBQTcBsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-yEEv7U8lx0/s1600/neblina.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkTi16fuzlA/TzfcBQTcBsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-yEEv7U8lx0/s320/neblina.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>hay recuerdos que no saben pedir permiso<br />se apoltronan en el sofá<br />no tienen el tino de esperar esa hora incierta<br />cuando la tarde ya no tiene a donde ir <br />y la noche abre la puerta<br /><br />hay recuerdos que no saben pedir permiso<br />se cuelan entre las notas de una canción inesperada<br />todo sabe a lágrima<br />dan ganas de salir corriendo<br />y refugiarse en las palabras del poeta<br />él que tiene “una soledad tan concurrida”<br /><br />hay recuerdos que no saben pedir permiso<br />el tiempo les borró la memoria<br />se hicieron sepia de tan guardados<br />regresan<br />no conocen el olvido<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoL46eCD9Yo" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoL46eCD9Yo</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-6161910926283462909?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-18014864331743381052012-01-15T10:52:00.000-06:002012-01-15T10:52:13.767-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnolvM4x1ZU/TxMEGZKByhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/jSfmX9Azr3U/s1600/esperadeinvierno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnolvM4x1ZU/TxMEGZKByhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/jSfmX9Azr3U/s320/esperadeinvierno.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>Hay invierno en las palabras</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>hibernan en el alma</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>duermen mientras crecen</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>maduran mientras sueñan</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>Hay palabras de invierno</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>escritas en las alas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>se cobijan en la búsqueda</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>sin prisa aguardan el vuelo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>Hay invierno en las palabras</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>hacen del corazón su guarida</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>descansan del viaje</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>esperan otra primavera</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-1801486433174338105?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-6192603827367722112012-01-08T09:13:00.000-06:002012-01-08T09:13:13.940-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vCcue-bY8Pg/Twmyc2pmrGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jekSgYUAM1I/s1600/le%25C3%25B1os.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vCcue-bY8Pg/Twmyc2pmrGI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jekSgYUAM1I/s1600/le%25C3%25B1os.jpg" /></a></div>recostadas en la pared:<br />las escaleras<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; un color por cada muro<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; un color por cada día <br /><br />subirán sueños<br />guardarán ilusiones<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; vidas que ya son eternas<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; y ahora descansan en paz<br /><br />serán los últimos escalones<br />de almas ya dormidas<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; muy distintas a otras – más sutiles -<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; que disfrazan almas ajenas de peldaños<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-619260382736772211?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-26295215277142407302012-01-01T13:28:00.000-06:002012-01-01T13:28:40.173-06:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SYDtKt9T5FY/TwCzpZo2brI/AAAAAAAAAVs/dxosjoxyhVE/s1600/enero012012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SYDtKt9T5FY/TwCzpZo2brI/AAAAAAAAAVs/dxosjoxyhVE/s320/enero012012.JPG" width="320" /></a>Abrimos un nuevo calendario para continuar tejiendo los días. Trae la incógnita de lo desconocido y la oportunidad. Desde este lado del mundo, aprovechamos el cambio del año para cerrar círculos y abrir nuevos; buscar otros senderos y repasar las huellas de otros más antiguos. Pero la fecha en el almanaque es relativa; no todos tenemos, ni seguimos el mismo. Pero lo que sí compartimos, sin ningún distingo, es un nuevo día. No importa en qué parte del mundo nos encontremos; con certeza, el sol sale a nuestro encuentro y nos dice hasta pronto, día tras día. Y para los que somos afortunados de abrazar estas veinticuatro horas — con nuestros cinco sentidos — y un techo que nos cobije tenemos un caudal invaluable entre las manos. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Cada amanecer en cualquier época del año es la puerta a la esperanza y es único. No vendrá otro mejor, tampoco otro peor, él vendrá con su singular obsequio: veinticuatro horas. Y los días serán variados, habrá días de ensueño, días de danza. Algunos amaneres serán eternos y la primavera practicará su magia. Y también viviremos días con lluvias, con tormentas, con eclipses y nubarrones. Que la rutina no tarda en vestirse de gris es una realidad; más a menudo que no, la taza de café se enfría y nunca faltará un recuerdo con sabor a sal que se tropiece con nosotros. Y así y todo, las agujas continúan su marcha. Nada las detiene.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Cada uno somos lo que hemos fabricado con nuestras acciones, palabras, gestos y sentimientos. Y esto nos es ni bueno, ni malo, sencillamente es. Conciliarse con el ayer, nos regala un mejor hoy. Lo importante es el aprendizaje y lo que haremos a cada instante para aprovechar esa riqueza de lo aprendido, lo vivido y lo amado.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div>Que el bullicio de un nuevo año, no sea un agobio, ni obligación de tirar el pasado que tanto nos ha regalado. Mejor que solo sea un espacio de transición, para recordarnos que el inicio es siempre, que la hoja en blanco está a la mano y lo más valioso siempre está al alcance del corazón.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-2629521527714240730?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-44213347452074821752011-12-06T13:41:00.000-06:002011-12-06T13:41:01.076-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a4KzNJOGGAQ/Tt5vifKd6OI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7Pu7C5OJEXw/s1600/12+el+nogal+dorado.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a4KzNJOGGAQ/Tt5vifKd6OI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7Pu7C5OJEXw/s320/12+el+nogal+dorado.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">recuerdo un poema</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">uno que descubría esa nota dulce</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">cuando pretendemos no reír</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">uno que confesaba la sal</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">en las lágrimas que escondemos</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">guardo un poema</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">uno que devuelve la ternura - de cada abrazo -</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">uno que multiplica esa caricia - que vive en la piel -</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">leo un poema</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">uno que no tiene palabras</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">que no habla de ti - y tampoco de mi -</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">uno que escucha - y guarda silencio -</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">pero, hay un poema</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">uno que no está escrito</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">uno que desata nudos - y desanda caminos -</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">ese, es para ti</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-4421334745207482175?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-19461769571527957922011-11-24T12:42:00.001-06:002011-11-24T12:44:21.343-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRzs_sSKG5I/Ts6QAIozHaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qEAYOp8xdFE/s1600/Foto1119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRzs_sSKG5I/Ts6QAIozHaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qEAYOp8xdFE/s320/Foto1119.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: large;">Niña que guardas silencio<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: large;">extraviada en el laberinto del miedo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: large;">sacudida por el viento, la palabra y el puño<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: large;">Mujer que no conoces otro destino<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: large;">desfigurada por el golpe<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: large;">atrapada en las rejas de tu angustia<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: large;">Niña abusada por el tiempo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; envuelta en el olvido<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; desdibujada por las lágrimas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: large;">Niña, mujer que dueles en la vida &nbsp;y en la muerte<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; vístete de amor<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; puedes decirle adiós a las cadenas <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; no estás sola ¡regresa!</span><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-1946176957152795792?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-83448316282153872352011-10-30T12:46:00.000-06:002011-10-30T12:46:57.004-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ww2BFMYkF-I/Tq2bfwsS2AI/AAAAAAAAAUY/eqiEKwoWwcY/s1600/Foto1150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ww2BFMYkF-I/Tq2bfwsS2AI/AAAAAAAAAUY/eqiEKwoWwcY/s320/Foto1150.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Desdoblar paletones</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>para encontrar palabras&nbsp;<span>&nbsp;</span></b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Cruzar a la otra orilla</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>para encontrar palabras</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Hilvanar recuerdos</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>para encontrar palabras</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Excavar profundo</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>para encontrar palabras</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Despertar silencios</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>para encontrar palabras&nbsp;<span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span></b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Abotonar perdones</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>para encontrar palabras&nbsp;<span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span></b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Desatar amores</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>para encontrar palabras</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Regar a manos</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>llenas para encontrar palabras&nbsp;<span>&nbsp;</span></b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Y en este camino</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>de desdoblarte,</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>cruzarte,</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>tejerte,</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>desempolvarte,</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>despertarte,</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>desatarte</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>y regarte</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>te rebelas y revelas</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>unas cuantas quimeras</b></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y otras tantas posibilidades</b></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-8344831628215387235?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-13967798336737221672011-10-21T11:03:00.000-06:002011-10-21T11:03:38.721-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqGd_4f3gZ8/TqGl1sxw2PI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EHpaYgAMtKQ/s1600/amanecer+la+dicha+2004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqGd_4f3gZ8/TqGl1sxw2PI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EHpaYgAMtKQ/s320/amanecer+la+dicha+2004.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>te extrañé</b></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>entre las cuerdas de un violín<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>dos cayucos que no se encuentran<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>y un azul entre volcanes<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>te extrañé<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>repasando unas canciones<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>escribiendo otras letras<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>y los volcanes entre un azul<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>te extrañé<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>porque hay recuerdos<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>que son azules y son volcanes<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>y <span>&nbsp;</span>no se olvidan</b></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-1396779833673722167?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-68052032863075344162011-07-17T16:20:00.002-06:002011-07-17T16:20:50.144-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zH8sJnS4LDk/TiNgMjq4clI/AAAAAAAAAUE/X7WJiRLFnGw/s1600/ellagopalabras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zH8sJnS4LDk/TiNgMjq4clI/AAAAAAAAAUE/X7WJiRLFnGw/s320/ellagopalabras.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt;">de la paz, las palabras</span><span lang="ES"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt;">del silencio, las palabras</span><span lang="ES"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt;">del encuentro, las palabras</span><span lang="ES"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt;">del descanso, las palabras</span><span lang="ES"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt;">del alivio, las palabras</span><span lang="ES"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt;">de la piel, las palabras</span><span lang="ES"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt;">del camino, las palabras</span><span lang="ES"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt;">del viento, las palabras</span><span lang="ES"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt;">del agua, las palabras</span><span lang="ES"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt;">hoy,</span><span lang="ES"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; no tenemos palabras</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-6805203286307534416?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-77950578505754516172011-07-10T07:57:00.001-06:002011-07-10T08:04:46.768-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaIVa4x80fA/ThmvmYSta7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/v2ZT61tjvwI/s1600/image003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaIVa4x80fA/ThmvmYSta7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/v2ZT61tjvwI/s320/image003.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">se derrama el agua sobre la mesa</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">se rebalsa la copa</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">se desploma la lluvia</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">se quiebra el cristal</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">se desafina una nota</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">se desliza el recuerdo</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">se escapa la caricia</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 36pt; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">se pierde la vida en un suspiro</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">mas</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; no muere la palabra</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; no muere la voz</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; no muere la luz</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; no muere el legado</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;"><u></u><u></u></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; no muere el amor</span></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-7795057850575451617?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-54064219529014913122011-07-03T15:38:00.000-06:002011-07-03T15:38:08.373-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhMvUYlBXTs/ThDhMbzUW0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/s2Z_GWbxt0I/s1600/001+caminata.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="207" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhMvUYlBXTs/ThDhMbzUW0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/s2Z_GWbxt0I/s320/001+caminata.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">Tantas caminatas</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">bajo los pies</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">como pasos demos</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">Tantas travesías</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">espontáneas y calculadas</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">con salida y sin salida</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">tempranas</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">tardías y a tiempo<u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">a mar abierto<u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">sin puerto y con destino&nbsp;</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">Tantos senderos</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">agotados, amados,</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">desechados, añorados</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">con futuro,</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">cuesta arriba, cuesta abajo</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">y sin cuestas</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">en silencio, en armonía,</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">en compañía y a solas</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">Tantas caminatas</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">bajo los pies</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">como pasos demos</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">y sólo una segura</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">que no pregunta,</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">que aguarda paciente</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">el tiempo de todas las otras:</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span lang="ES" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><u></u><u></u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12pt;">la última</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-5406421952901491312?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-88491772376402702022011-05-22T12:35:00.001-06:002011-06-05T10:27:07.930-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu7D41R-x1M/TdlXZ-LUwHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/sOsqZxZtkbY/s1600/P1010040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu7D41R-x1M/TdlXZ-LUwHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/sOsqZxZtkbY/s320/P1010040.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">una y mil veces</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">tendría que romperte</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">hasta que hagas erupción</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">y vomites la lava</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">guardada en tanto silencio</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">una y mil veces</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">tendría que desenterrarte</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">hasta encontrar la raíz más profunda</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">esa </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">que apuñala el corazón</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">y no deja de sangrarte</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">tendría que construirte</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">con una y mil caricias</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">platicarte de amor</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">uno y mil atardeceres</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">y que surjas&nbsp;del barro</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">en uno y mil amaneceres</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-8849177237640270202?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-29987302819901536452011-05-15T09:02:00.000-06:002011-05-15T09:02:41.446-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-YS0Xnh7PI/Tc_q1BQpvVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LnLnFdWrOPA/s1600/08+foto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-YS0Xnh7PI/Tc_q1BQpvVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LnLnFdWrOPA/s320/08+foto.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Caminando desnudos</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">conversando en el silencio</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">hacemos surcos con los pies descalzos</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">entre las grietas de los laberintos</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que guardamos dentro</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Aliviemos allí</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">otras huellas,</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">otras sendas</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y otros túneles</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Escuchemos allí,</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">los gritos de nuestro barro</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">respiremos con otros latidos</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">acoracémonos de paz</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">sintiendo en el alma</span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">el beso del horizonte</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-2998730281990153645?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-82978785342199031402011-05-08T08:52:00.000-06:002011-05-08T08:52:16.238-06:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdPZmEhwrSg/Tcatj-cNLzI/AAAAAAAAATw/sRhdoYqhrMQ/s1600/agua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>En la gota de agua</strong></span> <br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>que se viste de espejo</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>se dibuja el reloj</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Al ritmo de un tic tac</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>la vida traza la piel</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Siempre allí</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>al compás de los días</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>el tiempo reposa</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>decantando huellas </strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>abrevadas de recuerdos</strong></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="138" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdPZmEhwrSg/Tcatj-cNLzI/AAAAAAAAATw/sRhdoYqhrMQ/s200/agua.jpg" width="200" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-8297878534219903140?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-40712638554190194292011-05-04T11:35:00.000-06:002011-05-04T11:35:21.387-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5fUMc5WN5c/TcGOKSCJAoI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZNgxrezhol8/s1600/treboldecuatrohojas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5fUMc5WN5c/TcGOKSCJAoI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZNgxrezhol8/s320/treboldecuatrohojas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Leer es un privilegio increíble y para quiénes podemos disfrutar de leer más allá de la combinación de signos y sonidos, se nos abre un universo sin límites. Aprendemos a ordenar una vocal con una constante formando ladrillos que construyen expresiones, oraciones, párrafos y tantísimas páginas; otras veces construimos canciones y otras más serán versos que dibujan poemas.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hilvanar las consonantes y las vocales nos permiten tejer mundos imaginarios o reales,a veces certeros o la mayoría de las veces tan inciertos como la misma existencia; creamos rincones, a veces cercanos, muy íntimos. Otras veces elaboramos espacios tan lejanos que no logramos ni reconocerlos, como la imagen que nos devuelve el espejo. Espacios que nos asombran y nos develan el alma distante que llevamos dentro. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Es un regalo invaluable, no sólo leer, sino adentrarnos en ese mundo de las letras y desnudar de la “a” a la “z” la vida ajena y la propia. Ese primer contacto con esos símbolos que dibujan páginas marcó mi vida y su rumbo y su impacto aún persiste; como lo hace cualquier primer encuentro inolvidable.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apenas tendría cuatro años, pero tengo tan presente y muy cerca de mi corazón cuando llegó a mis manos un libro de pasta roja: "Pepe y Polita"; sin lugar a dudas de los mejores y más preciados regalos que he recibido de mi madre. En esas páginas aprendí a distinguir el significado de esos dos arquitos que delineaban la letra “m” y pude descifrar: “mi mamá me mima”. Desde ese día empezaron a desfilar antes mis ojos muchos nuevos mundos; pero no sería hasta unos diez años después que aprendería a aprehender las letras. En el colegio nos asignaron la lectura de El Túnel de Ernesto Sábato; surgió otra encrucijada en el camino y una nueva senda. Asimilé fascinada, de golpe y en esa fortuna de letras que el mundo no mima.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-4071263855419019429?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-56437396249824790412011-04-24T10:03:00.001-06:002011-04-24T10:15:20.899-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySLncha7Eys/TbRJpqOUpRI/AAAAAAAAATo/UfiOM-AJGyo/s1600/por+debajo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySLncha7Eys/TbRJpqOUpRI/AAAAAAAAATo/UfiOM-AJGyo/s320/por+debajo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><em>Hay retornos tan variados y distintos.</em> A veces los buscamos y otras nos encuentran. Se tropiezan con nosotros, sin anunciar su llegada, sin pedir cita y nos abrazan sin permiso. Hay retornos a la ciudad, al campo, aquella esquina; al templo, a la montaña, al mar; al lago; al otro lado de la calle, aquella casa, a un cajón de viejas cartas; a la sal de unas lágrimas, al aroma de la lluvia, a las campanadas de un viejo reloj; a la arena bajo los pies desnudos, a la melodía del atardecer, a un paisaje azul; a unos besos y a un sabor de encuentro o desencuentro. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><em>Hay retornos tan variados y distintos.</em> Y volvemos a otro tiempo: a un tiempo atrás, sin comprar boleto al pasado. Acariciamos el recuerdo, revivimos el instante, nos besa el corazón y se despide con dulzura mientras se desliza entre los dedos; o lo vemos a los ojos y le decimos basta y le regalamos el adiós, ese, ese que se nos olvidó decir en su momento. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><em>Hay retornos tan variados y distintos.</em> Nos sacuden, nos desbarajustan, nos alegran; nos asustan, nos conmueven, nos gritan, nos dan tres vueltas y nos devuelven el espejo de hoy. Y nos recuerdan que siempre hay encrucijadas que nadie toma por nosotros. Y el lugar de hoy, es solo eso, el lugar de hoy. El siguiente paso es nuestro; la brújula la dibujamos nosotros. No hay garantía en esta brújula; siempre podemos no seguirla, no atenderla, no sentirla… hasta la siguiente encrucijada.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><em>Hay retornos tan variados y distintos.</em> Retornos inesperados y esperados; buscados y encontrados; sorprendentes y pausados; dulces y agridulces; cadenciosos y armoniosos; calmantes y energéticos; esos que son tan raros y exquisitos que nos llevan al futuro; esos que nos toman de la mano, se toman un café con nosotros y nos devuelven a nosotros mismos. </span></div><br /><a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/primer/plano/riesgo/morir/exito/elpepueconeg/20110424elpneglse_2/Tes"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-5643739624982479041?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-61266948371557612962011-04-11T07:59:00.000-06:002011-04-11T07:59:03.103-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyUAF-_J44g/TaMIjeFvb9I/AAAAAAAAATk/PK0iYrDAWzs/s1600/IMG00427-20110403-1054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyUAF-_J44g/TaMIjeFvb9I/AAAAAAAAATk/PK0iYrDAWzs/s320/IMG00427-20110403-1054.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>I</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>los arriates</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>apretados como la prisa</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no podían respirar</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>se parecen</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>a la vida de tantos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>que regalan agobio por caricia </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>II</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>el clavo vivía solo con la pared</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>el cuadro al lado sonríe</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>tiene su propio clavo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>y la pared hace muecas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>todavía le duele la rajadura</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>del último temblor </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>III</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no hay marcha atrás</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>el reloj de arena</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>se llena con la verdad</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>un instante de vida cada grano</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>que disfrutamos o dejamos resbalar </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>IV</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>eran varias gotas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>pretendían que no sabían nadar</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>preferían recostarse sobre la ola</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>y disfrutar del paisaje </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>V</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no sabe si la casa está abandonada</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>o los inquilinos están de viaje</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>cuando toca a la puerta</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>responde el silencio </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-6126694837155761296?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-44829235767671961922011-04-09T22:06:00.000-06:002011-04-09T22:06:25.747-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3W5hhjpT7Y/TaEsM2CW3wI/AAAAAAAAATg/OPDCTYOg870/s1600/fotos+una+mas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3W5hhjpT7Y/TaEsM2CW3wI/AAAAAAAAATg/OPDCTYOg870/s320/fotos+una+mas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>una palabra más,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>la palabra esa</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>que dibuje con claridad</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>este amor tan grande</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>que me regalas siempre</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en todos tus matices,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en cada rincón, en cada valle,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en el cielo recostado en tus laderas,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en cada eco del tiempo,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en los árboles raspados por el viento,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en el retumbo de tus entrañas,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en la mirada de tus volcanes,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en el canto de tus aguas,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en el crisol de tus sueños,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; el aroma de tu espera,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en la melodía de tus maderas,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en la ilusión del porvenir,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en las mujeres milenarias,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; en los hombres valientes,</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>y en la luz de tu infancia</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>si tuviera </strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>una palabra más</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>la palabra esa</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>podría tal vez, </strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>sin tapujos, sin enredos</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>hablarte tierra hermosa</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>y contarle a tu corazón</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>de este amor inmenso</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>que tanto te guardamos</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>y que tanto callamos</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-4482923576767196192?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-25540361861442805242011-04-03T08:26:00.000-06:002011-04-03T08:26:45.075-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBcDn1tYfX4/TZiDj_YZguI/AAAAAAAAATc/r2-frIfYi7Q/s1600/colaspoema.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBcDn1tYfX4/TZiDj_YZguI/AAAAAAAAATc/r2-frIfYi7Q/s320/colaspoema.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span></em></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“A veces la infancia / nos envía una postal.” Michael Krüger</span></em></span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Certeza de tiempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">de tiempo atrás</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">caminos de antaño</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">antiguos, no viejos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Certeza de tiempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">de amor de niñez</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">zurcido en días</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">zurcido en años</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Certeza de tiempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">de pilares de risas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">de pilares de lágrimas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">de pilares cómplices</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Certeza de tiempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">desde la infancia</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">que después de tanto tiempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">nos regala</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">un amor cierto</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-2554036186144280524?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-53946502674641863082011-03-27T08:00:00.000-06:002011-03-27T08:00:44.878-06:00<div class="gmail_quote" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr_Y8C3x_04/TY9C7uNcl9I/AAAAAAAAATY/uSFXGSe0P7o/s1600/fototecho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr_Y8C3x_04/TY9C7uNcl9I/AAAAAAAAATY/uSFXGSe0P7o/s320/fototecho.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">el silencio que habla</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">del tiempo al corazón</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">del tiempo al cuerpo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">del tiempo al alma</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border-bottom-style: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 19px;">descubro otro silencio</span></div></div><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">de ese que no se habla</span></div></div><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">que siempre ocupó un espacio</span></div></div><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">y que un péndulo y una campanada</span></div></div><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">le marcan el momento</span></div></div><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">y decide hablar</span></div></div></blockquote><div class="gmail_quote" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border-bottom-style: none; border-collapse: collapse; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><blockquote style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">descubro otro silencio</span></div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">que ya no es</span></div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">que me devuelve tiempo,</span></div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">me devuelve el corazón,</span></div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">me devuelve el alma.</span></div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="gmail_quote"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 14pt;">y un cuerpo con vida</span></div></div></blockquote></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-5394650267464186308?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-31213292601955520992011-03-20T08:41:00.000-06:002011-03-20T08:41:22.862-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TSsoxxeD7zQ/TYYQC4thqRI/AAAAAAAAATU/on6HFBSqlv4/s1600/fotolunaparablog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TSsoxxeD7zQ/TYYQC4thqRI/AAAAAAAAATU/on6HFBSqlv4/s320/fotolunaparablog.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b>B</b></span><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b>rilla la luna,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">se acerca esplendorosa<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">todos hacen fiesta<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">bajo la luz de su sonrisa<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Brilla la luna,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">se acerca, casi nos abraza<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">su amiga convulsiona<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">se detiene perpleja<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Brilla la luna<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nadie se percata del silencio <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de su inmensa soledad</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff;"><b>y del brillo de sus lágrimas… </b></span><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Fotografía&nbsp;</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Carolina Servent Palmieri</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-3121329260195552099?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-20175734693753976282011-03-13T06:50:00.001-06:002011-03-13T06:50:59.238-06:00<div align="right" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nKaL-e6vL-Y/TXy85LgtYqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/HvbBgb5gBO8/s1600/flordejade.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nKaL-e6vL-Y/TXy85LgtYqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/HvbBgb5gBO8/s320/flordejade.JPG" width="192" /></a></div><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>se disfrazan, se esconden, fingidores de vida</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>apoltronados en el musgo anónimo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>el espejo no les devuelve el reflejo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong></strong></span><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>usan brújulas oxidadas apuntando a nortes improvisados</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>la mano a tientas no encuentra la llave</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>caminan entre laberintos escondidos dentro de un pozo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>en la espiral invertida infinita y sin retorno</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>creen que hurtan quimeras</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>son como la gota de agua que arruga la superficie</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no conocen de la fuerza</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no conocen de la luz</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no conocen que el destino es uno</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>solo saben de extravíos y atajos</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no conocen que la cima propia es una</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>y esa,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; esa,&nbsp;&nbsp; </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; no se puede robar…</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-2017573469375397628?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-75884108175685153662011-03-08T00:08:00.000-06:002011-03-08T00:08:52.288-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-a5hlIwwqjg4/TXXHuqiJHVI/AAAAAAAAATM/IcbexwkpXjE/s1600/caminomujer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-a5hlIwwqjg4/TXXHuqiJHVI/AAAAAAAAATM/IcbexwkpXjE/s320/caminomujer.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nuestro camino ha sido abrupto, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cortado, cercenado, castigado,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">atropellado, amordazado.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Es hora de decir: ¡No más! </span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nuestro camino ha sido deforestado, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">anulado, violado, ultrajado, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ignorado, silenciado, desarraigado.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">¡No más!</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">¡Es hora de abandonar ese camino!</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Somos camino; camino de creación,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">camino de trabajo, camino que forja frutos.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Somos camino de respeto, camino de justicia,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">camino de equidad, camino de paz, camino de amor.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Seamos camino sin grilletes, sin amarras,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sin torturas, sin silencio, sin desolación,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sin golpes, sin abandono, sin exclusión, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sin desprecio, sin abuso.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Seamos camino llano, camino de montaña,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">camino de desierto, camino de agua,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">camino de sostén, camino de avance.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">¡Mujer!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">¡Somos camino! ¡Somos acción!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">¡Somos camino de acción hacia la libertad!</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-7588410817568515366?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-41389510361928637092011-03-06T07:41:00.000-06:002011-03-06T07:41:53.721-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BAr_-S8QCl8/TXONUjQZpkI/AAAAAAAAATI/cSSxUc06ChE/s1600/cartucho+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BAr_-S8QCl8/TXONUjQZpkI/AAAAAAAAATI/cSSxUc06ChE/s320/cartucho+1.JPG" width="309" /></a></div><div align="right"><br /></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>pareciera ser que allá,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>a la vuelta de la esquina</strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>donde se quedó en el tintero el olvido:</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; el péndulo deja de oscilar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; el inicio es la pauta</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; la mirada hacia atrás es para acariciar el pasado</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; las veredas llevan hacia delante</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; las lluvia se resbala entre prismas de otros arco iris</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; las puertas están abiertas</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y</span></strong></span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> por las ventanas se ventila la vida</strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>pareciera que es allí,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>más allá del ayer</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; donde podemos encontrarnos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y</strong></span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> el frío de uno&nbsp;</strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; se refugia en calor de dos</strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pareciera… solamente pareciera…</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-4138951036192863709?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-3936311397551296342011-02-27T08:52:00.000-06:002011-02-27T08:52:29.727-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o3SvR0fhUvk/TWpkojOx6SI/AAAAAAAAATE/9QpJBT5TdU0/s1600/elfuturo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-o3SvR0fhUvk/TWpkojOx6SI/AAAAAAAAATE/9QpJBT5TdU0/s200/elfuturo.JPG" width="190" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>a lo lejos, en otro rumbo<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>a la vuelta de la curva<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>la promesa del lago<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>después serán<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>caminos empolvados <o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>que llevan al corazón<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>que trasladan a lo más profundo<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>a las entrañas de su patria<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>encadenadas a eslabones verdes <o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>de tiempo y de vida<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>aplacando la sed <o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>en manantiales donde hierve el agua fresca &nbsp;<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>mujeres <o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>eternas, bravas, valientes y silenciosas<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>que siempre, siempre <o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>abren los brazos al futuro con sonrisa amable<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>y nunca, nunca<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #339966; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX;"><b>abandonan el sueño de la libertad</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-393631139755129634?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-70605668662567612272011-02-20T09:08:00.000-06:002011-02-20T09:08:34.596-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCzEnV_21wI/TWEuFWPTRmI/AAAAAAAAATA/fVGOr5GhMyU/s1600/atento.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="144" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCzEnV_21wI/TWEuFWPTRmI/AAAAAAAAATA/fVGOr5GhMyU/s320/atento.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Asidos de pensamientos,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y envueltos por sentimientos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">que no son:</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp; ni blancos, ni negros</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp; ni perfectos, ni infinitos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp; ni remunerados, ni simétricos,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp; ni pulcros, ni autorizados,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp; sin esperas, sin disturbios</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp; sin prisa, sin tiempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp; sin alboroto, sin aspavientos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; son… </span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; somos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; la esencia de nuestra naturaleza resiliente</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-7060566866256761227?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-90244532800426499562011-02-13T10:26:00.000-06:002011-02-13T10:26:18.165-06:00 <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>A propósito</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>de este talismán</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>del reloj sin agujas</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>donde el tiempo es todo y es quimera</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>A propósito </strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>de ese río que fluye</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>rompiendo diques</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>atropellando piedras</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>A propósito </strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>de ese camino</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>que nos devuelve espejos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>para verte en mí y yo en ti</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>A propósito</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>de ese dolor y muerte</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>que sabe dulce</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>en medio de la sal</strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Encuentro palabras</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>que no son sólo mías </strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>ni son sólo tuyas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>son de dos</strong></span><br /> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Df5Cyt7nNRg/TVgEgr-5PlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/bt71KPE9XYo/s1600/todoynada.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Df5Cyt7nNRg/TVgEgr-5PlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/bt71KPE9XYo/s320/todoynada.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-9024453280042649956?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-68747816855648534042011-02-06T13:00:00.000-06:002011-02-06T13:00:27.863-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TU7vmTgt07I/AAAAAAAAARs/D5RtTPYZqcI/s1600/avedelparaiso2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="227" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TU7vmTgt07I/AAAAAAAAARs/D5RtTPYZqcI/s320/avedelparaiso2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">regresamos con otros ojos</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">la mirada no es la misma</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">sabe a tiempo y comprende</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">regresamos a la vieja casa</span><br /><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">a la calle de la niñez</span><br /><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">al patio de los recuerdos</span><br /><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y el corazón se entibia con dulce saudade</span><br /><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y entonces, sólo entonces</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">regresamos a nosotros mismos</span><br /><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">abriendo nuevos círculos</span><br /><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">besamos el pasado, abrazamos el presente</span><br /><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y abrimos los brazos al futuro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-6874781685564853404?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-30275306421693132032011-01-29T06:34:00.001-06:002011-01-29T06:37:03.524-06:00<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TUQIfQZc6zI/AAAAAAAAARk/8ZcQzj9BQa8/s1600/Foto1107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TUQIfQZc6zI/AAAAAAAAARk/8ZcQzj9BQa8/s200/Foto1107.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Century Gothic';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">cuántas puertas dejamos sin abrir<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sin darnos cuenta<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que no tienen llave<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que el candado no está allí<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; está oculto en nuestro letargo<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">cuántos mares dejamos de surcar<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sin darnos cuenta<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que la barca no está anclada al muelle<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; está encallada en nuestra sal<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">cuántos amaneceres dejamos anochecer &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; sin darnos cuenta<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que la magia de la luz no se repite<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y que mañana ya es tarde<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">...sin darnos cuenta<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;cuántas vidas dejamos pasar<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; olvidando<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que ésta es<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="color: blue; font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y no vuelve más…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-3027530642169313203?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-67591941329186909022011-01-22T17:05:00.004-06:002011-01-29T06:58:16.180-06:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TTtiWLWFLpI/AAAAAAAAARg/ogy03YkNPo0/s1600/esaluna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TTtiWLWFLpI/AAAAAAAAARg/ogy03YkNPo0/s320/esaluna.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>arriba</b></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>las lunas se desparraman</b></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; danzan de puntillas</b></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; una sola brilla</b></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; alumbrando los mares</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br /><span style="color: #073763;"></span></b></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>abajo</b></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>las olas se desgajan</b></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; conocen de silencios</b></span><br /><span style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; saben de soledades</b></span><br /><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; ignoran de ausencias</b></span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-6759194132918690902?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-13118750867797967612011-01-18T17:30:00.003-06:002011-01-18T22:24:50.489-06:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TTZmrpw_ktI/AAAAAAAAARc/56dv6839ow8/s1600/P1010008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TTZmrpw_ktI/AAAAAAAAARc/56dv6839ow8/s320/P1010008.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Para ti</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; aunque no lo leerás</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ni sabrás de su existencia.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A ti </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que te abrigas</span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; de ausencia</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y transitas sin rumbo.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Por ti</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; que mereces</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; un sol de vida,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; el abrazo de tu madre</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y el calor de otros niños jugando.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Estas letras</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; no te darán cobijo,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ni te aliviarán la pena</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pero no puedo guardarlas más.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me duele la vida</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; verte allí.</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sin amparo</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; con la mirada vacía</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y la mano extendida.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-1311875086779796761?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-39930587630374160752011-01-16T07:31:00.000-06:002011-01-16T07:31:18.210-06:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TTLy7MuoVMI/AAAAAAAAARY/sAywutmk_VQ/s1600/P1010011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TTLy7MuoVMI/AAAAAAAAARY/sAywutmk_VQ/s320/P1010011.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">en el viaje de ida</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">se nos perdió la letra </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y extraviamos la luna</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">ahora, en el retorno</span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; escapemos de los hilos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; descalcemos los senderos<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; saboreemos las dunas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; saciemos la sed </span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; desvistamos al tiempo<br />y dejémonos sorprender </span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; por nuevos soles</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-3993058763037416075?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-80761827248195766632011-01-09T19:47:00.000-06:002011-01-09T19:47:11.163-06:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TSpk8fOpyDI/AAAAAAAAARU/f54sRc2eTPk/s1600/cascada.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TSpk8fOpyDI/AAAAAAAAARU/f54sRc2eTPk/s320/cascada.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>caminamos en el sendero </strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>buscando tal vez&nbsp; </strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>ese instante fugaz &nbsp;</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>que es todo y nada&nbsp; </strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>filo de sombra y luz&nbsp; </strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>quietud infinita </strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>silencio eterno&nbsp; </strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>es fin, es inicio</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-8076182724819576663?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-35294943625665073702011-01-02T17:36:00.000-06:002011-01-02T17:36:26.852-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TSELu03zhmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Zsl8M7JeUGk/s1600/inicio.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TSELu03zhmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Zsl8M7JeUGk/s320/inicio.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;cierra la puerta un tiempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y la novedad abre otra</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">no hay final sin inicio</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">ni inicio sin final</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">las agujas se detienen</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">guardan silencio en un beso</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y se descalzan doce campanadas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">en señal de despedida</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y una vez más </span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">gira la tierra </span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">saludando al sol</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">buscando el otro lado de la luna</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y abriendo los brazos </span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">al porvenir…</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-3529494362566507370?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-45942854599403483052010-12-26T09:19:00.001-06:002010-12-26T09:21:37.054-06:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TRdddePFTiI/AAAAAAAAARM/oyoAKBqb4y4/s1600/ventana+abierta.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TRdddePFTiI/AAAAAAAAARM/oyoAKBqb4y4/s320/ventana+abierta.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Solo quería</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; el remanso tranquilo</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; la gota que cae</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; el pétalo que desliza</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;la letra azul</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y la música del viento</span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Solo quería</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; el silbido del bambú</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; el paraguas sin lluvia</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; el cielo desnudo</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y el concierto de astros</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Y tengo tanto</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; en la paz de tu sueño niño</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; en el abrazo amigo</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; en la lumbre tibia que dibuja tu recuerdo</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; en la hoja desnuda y la pluma que la viste</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y en esta ventana abierta</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que ya nada quiero</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-4594285459940348305?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-60919299099500850762010-12-21T17:24:00.000-06:002010-12-21T17:24:45.352-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TRE3Czxw9vI/AAAAAAAAARA/nq7Dbrj36dI/s1600/1+a+la+espera.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TRE3Czxw9vI/AAAAAAAAARA/nq7Dbrj36dI/s200/1+a+la+espera.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">la noche regala oscuridad</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">el nogal se detiene en silencio</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">se viste de gala el firmamento</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">el universo danza con la paz</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">el viento murmura la melodía</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">el abrazo es lento</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">las palabras se doblan en un beso</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">los versos descubren caricias</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">la sombra se funde en la piel</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y se eclipsa el corazón</span></div></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-6091929909950085076?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-69718816855743788942010-11-28T14:01:00.000-06:002010-11-28T14:01:36.558-06:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TPK0v1WT_fI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VT0-G8sl5E8/s1600/arcosenelcielo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TPK0v1WT_fI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VT0-G8sl5E8/s320/arcosenelcielo.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>nos dejamos sorprender por la vida</em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>sin cruces que nos marquen: "eres mío", “eres mía”</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>nos marcan las palabras</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>las que no se dicen</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>las que conversamos </em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>cuando callamos</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-6971881685574378894?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-62772302175508879902010-11-14T12:34:00.000-06:002010-11-14T12:34:06.023-06:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TOArYWxm2vI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZYpNBNcP-D0/s1600/elvuelito.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TOArYWxm2vI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZYpNBNcP-D0/s320/elvuelito.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tendría que esperar</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">sin atropello, ni prisas,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">simplemente esperar.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dejar pasar las lunas,</span></div><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">disfrazada de gusano,</span><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">tomar el sol sobre las hojas</span></div><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y lamer las cicatrices</span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">hasta pernoctar en el capullo.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dejar la caparazón</span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y volar con las alas</span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que sólo sabe regalar </span><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">el tiempo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-6277230217550887990?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-84522354409109566792010-11-07T12:28:00.000-06:002010-11-07T12:28:18.629-06:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TNbvUrDlG7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/NTUyo_EWJUw/s1600/muros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 381px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 462px;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TNbvUrDlG7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/NTUyo_EWJUw/s400/muros.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Entre muros y campanas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">sólo son muros y más muros,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">trepar, trepar, y más trepar,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">el grito rebota en el muro</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">el eco retumba, golpea, marea</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">no cesan las campanadas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">tan, tan, tan,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">tan, tan, tan,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">se desataron, no callan</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">no hay silencio, sólo murmullos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">se miran entre ellos,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">no cuentan historias</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">juntan ladrillos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">forman más muros</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">¡silencio!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">se durmieron las campanas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">cesan por fin los tañidos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">estallan las bombas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">se desata el viento</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">empieza a crujir el muro</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">repican las palabras</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">el corazón sabe a grietas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">tiene sed de pozos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">arañando la arena</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">busca agua fresca</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-8452235440910956679?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-46358045847340949362010-10-19T03:32:00.000-06:002010-10-19T03:32:11.236-06:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TL1lU8z-6PI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LiYiXfJlvOg/s1600/vestido+de+verde.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TL1lU8z-6PI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LiYiXfJlvOg/s320/vestido+de+verde.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">basta dirás</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">abrazarás un nuevo horizonte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">ya no guardarás silencio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">con la cabeza en alto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">darás la bienvenida a la vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">tus labios y tu corazón</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">dirán no</span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">basta dirás</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">tus pies conocerán nuevas sendas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">viajarás en la esperanza del arco iris</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">la luna guardará tu sueño</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y el sol entibiará tus días</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">tus labios y tu corazón</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">danzarán en armonía</span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">basta dirás</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">el silencio quedará atrás</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">no volverá el dolor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">se curarán las heridas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">te perfumarás de amor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y tus labios y tu corazón</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">sabrán decir:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">no más </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">¡basta!</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-4635804584734094936?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-27929828178567558342010-10-10T18:26:00.000-06:002010-10-10T18:26:27.093-06:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TLJZQqfmlgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Qp5rU2bYNqQ/s1600/letrasdecolores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TLJZQqfmlgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Qp5rU2bYNqQ/s320/letrasdecolores.jpg" width="320" /></span></em></a><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Desde la sorpresa de la invitación que llegó en uno de esos días más cargado de rutina que la usual, hasta el abrazo último que nos regalamos en la hermandad que brindan las letras, nunca imaginé estos cinco días de paz y respiro. La Fundación Poetas de El Salvador, anfitriones del IX Festival Internacional de Poesía de El Salvador se esmeró al recibirnos con los brazos abiertos y brindarnos una estadía cálida en ese país, en donde nos dimos cita veintitrés poetas del extranjero, así como representantes de la poesía salvadoreña. </em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></em></div><span style="color: blue;"></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Durante cinco días, visitamos escuelas, institutos y plazas en donde participaron en su mayoría jóvenes de educación media, quiénes no sólo mostraron interés por la poesía que compartimos, sino que también nos regalaron un pedazo de su corazón transformado en versos. En cada lugar que visitamos nos recibieron con interés, respeto y especialmente, con una sonrisa cálida.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></em></div><span style="color: blue;"></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Fue una semana que nos permitió dibujar el tiempo con acentos y palabras de todos los rincones del mundo y trazar lazos de amistad con esa magia tan especial que conceden las letras. Pero más allá del encuentro entre poetas y escritores reconocidos, así como otros que hemos incursionado de manera más reciente en esta aventura, me aventuro a decir que todos regresamos con una esquina del alma renovada por las palabras y las muestras de cariño recibidas.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></em></div><span style="color: blue;"></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Reitero mi agradecimiento a la Fundación Poetas de El Salvador por esta valiosa iniciativa y por hacerme partícipe de ella y a la vida que permitió que nuestros senderos se encontraran y dejó que las letras se rindieran para compartir versos iluminados por el sol salvadoreño.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-2792982817856755834?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-34817584807589802512010-09-12T18:53:00.000-06:002010-09-12T18:53:53.877-06:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TI11_CNBR3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/yARNQ_Mxrmc/s1600/arbolcolonia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TI11_CNBR3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/yARNQ_Mxrmc/s320/arbolcolonia.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Entre las aristas banales</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y los temores vende culpas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">se forjaron caminos.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">En anticipado corte,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">la pulpa se creía vítrea,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">adelantando destinos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">el ánimo se tornó pardo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">pareciera que no hay viaje de retorno.</span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mas no todo se disipa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">las raíces no conocieron hongos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y al resguardo de cálidos soplos de ternura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">el corazón madura.</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/1788892810095888617-3481758480758980251?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-38030334472146105582010-09-05T08:49:00.001-06:002010-09-05T08:58:01.362-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no es su tierra</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no son sus raíces</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>camina sobre ilusiones</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>mientras pone el cerrojo al recuerdo</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>se forja un camino</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no pregunta porqué</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>busca la respuesta</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>más allá del horizonte</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no es su tierra</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no son sus raíces</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>camina sobre ilusiones</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>mientras pone el cerrojo al recuerdo</strong></span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /></strong></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>deben pasar muchas lunas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>para ver atrás</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no resiste el aroma de maíz</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>y el abrazo de un viento frío</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TIOt0sPoEyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bebwxQdi8ec/s1600/11+m%C3%A1s+ventas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TIOt0sPoEyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bebwxQdi8ec/s320/11+m%C3%A1s+ventas.JPG" /></a><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>le destempla el alma más que la piel</strong></span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br /></strong></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no es su tierra</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>no son sus raíces</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>camina sobre ilusiones</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>mientras pone el cerrojo al recuerdo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>y sueña con el retorno…</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-3803033447214610558?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-53603528431620284262010-08-22T16:04:00.002-06:002010-08-22T16:06:13.376-06:00<div align="right" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/THGe5XdfFqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yyBRPvuC4BE/s1600/aprieta+el+tiempo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/THGe5XdfFqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yyBRPvuC4BE/s400/aprieta+el+tiempo.JPG" width="272" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em><strong>Se escurrió el tiempo entre las paredes,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em><strong>la indiferencia alcanzó al ladrillo,</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em><strong>las raíces hilvanaron las grietas</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em><strong>y quedaron abandonados los recuerdos.</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-5360352843162028426?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-63673761263962695862010-08-01T16:15:00.001-06:002010-08-01T16:16:43.695-06:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TFXyOVsyQvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YTJusL-zs6g/s1600/alumbra+paz+02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TFXyOVsyQvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YTJusL-zs6g/s320/alumbra+paz+02.JPG" /></a></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Estoy buscando&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">la palabra que calla</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">la palabra que guarda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">esa que llena el espacio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y no tiene espacio.&nbsp; </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Estoy buscando</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">la palabra que gira </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que da color al blanco y negro&nbsp; </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y dibuja la luz de la sombra.&nbsp; </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Estoy buscando&nbsp; </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">a tientas y enmudecida&nbsp; </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">la palabra que abraza&nbsp; </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">la palabra que llena de agua la jarra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">la palabra que en silencio murmura, paz.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-6367376126396269586?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-18487672727628412912010-07-27T07:07:00.001-06:002010-07-27T07:08:35.398-06:00<div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TE7Z-p6E9wI/AAAAAAAAAPw/nANE9Wj7PjQ/s1600/luzparaweb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TE7Z-p6E9wI/AAAAAAAAAPw/nANE9Wj7PjQ/s400/luzparaweb.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>ah, el alma... se puede romper</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; quebrar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; despedazar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; desgajar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; desbaratar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; despegar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; opacar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; cortar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pero siempre se puede</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pegar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; hilvanar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; zurcir,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; armar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; enderezar,</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; estirar</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp; y </strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>regresarnos a la vida...</strong></span><br /><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-1848767272762841291?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-44691418128627394792010-07-11T07:55:00.001-06:002010-07-11T07:56:11.403-06:00<div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TDnNEReQueI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZRegND7HDxQ/s1600/lasombra.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/TDnNEReQueI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZRegND7HDxQ/s400/lasombra.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">El enigma de la arena </span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">acaricia los pasos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">sobre castillos olvidados,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">susurra por la piel</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">los secretos de la marea.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Salen los cangrejos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">tras el retumbo de las olas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">persiguiendo mensajes sin botellas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">que nadie lanzó al mar.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br />&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Las huellas disimulan la búsqueda</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">mientras las borra la espuma salada</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">y la sombra espera al reloj</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">para alcanzar el recuerdo.</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-4469141812862739479?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-51749277223329025502010-05-16T07:43:00.000-06:002010-05-16T07:43:55.072-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S-_2e9uM44I/AAAAAAAAAOs/0_2qIQbimuI/s1600/aleste.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S-_2e9uM44I/AAAAAAAAAOs/0_2qIQbimuI/s320/aleste.JPG" wt="true" /></a></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">¿Tú qué ves por la ventana?</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">-me preguntas-</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Un manto gris que cobija</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">al nogal que se desnuda</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">para dar la bienvenida al frío;</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">las ardillas inquietas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">atesorando entre sus cofres</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">las delicias de mañana;</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">más allá el izotal</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">se pelean por mostrar sus blancos racimos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">a un esquivo rayo sol.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">¿Tú qué ves por la ventana?</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">-me preguntas al aire-</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">La grama que murmura entre el viento,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">la danza de rubí de las azaleas,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">la tertulia de lilas flores entre el casto arbusto,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">un clavel que no muestra botón</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">entre el canto amigo de otro jilguero.</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br />&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">¿Tú que ves por la ventana? </span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">-repites suavemente-</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Y en silencio te contesto:</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Tus ojos en el mar</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">extraviados en la cresta de una ola</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">cuando confundes tus lágrimas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">entre la sal.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-5174927722332902550?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-56485279923058382182010-03-21T10:02:00.005-06:002010-03-21T10:37:11.228-06:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S6ZC9vCvjvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jJ-tWIiX354/s1600-h/bouganvillia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S6ZC9vCvjvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jJ-tWIiX354/s320/bouganvillia.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: right;">&nbsp;<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;En el Día Internacional de la Poesía - 2010</span></i></div></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">Tocaron a las puertas,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">se buscaron bajo las piedras,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">en las aguas de los ríos;</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">entre la arena y el mar,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">al otro lado de la luna,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">en el soplo del viento;</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">en la sonrisa de todas la miradas,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">más allá de los colores del arco iris,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">y en el silencio de un adiós.</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">No descansaron, hasta encontrarse.</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">Escalaron volcanes y cordilleras,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">volaron entre las pluma;</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">escudriñaron en las nubes,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">en el aroma de la vainilla,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">en el humo del incienso;</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">en las notas de un recuerdo,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">en los gajos de una mandarina,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">en el prisma de la caricia</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">y en el beso que no olvida.</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">Salieron a caminar todas las letras</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">agarradas de la manos,</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">y&nbsp; se abrazaron en versos</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">silenciando guerras</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">con manantiales de paz.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-5648527992305838218?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-76314070618089690772010-02-28T17:43:00.000-06:002010-02-28T17:43:33.195-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S4r-7aEIMJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/duCwmXOYbaM/s1600-h/42transparencia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S4r-7aEIMJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/duCwmXOYbaM/s320/42transparencia.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 11pt;">Transparente la franja entre cada color del arco iris, esa frágil fortaleza en arcos invisibles que enlaza la magia de siete colores. Colores que se desvanecen al final de un horizonte sin fin, desparramado en un vacío transparente. Transparente el espacio entre cada rama del nogal que se viste en verano y desnuda en el invierno, regalándose su propio abrigo. Se abriga el sabio nogal con el baño del sol en el frío y se refresca de verdes cuando lo ataca el calor.&nbsp; </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 11pt;">Transparente, como no fuiste tú. Siempre te escondiste en el embrujo de las palabras. Palabras que derretiste en el caldero hirviente entre pociones de letras. Letras que dejaste calentar hasta retirar la olla del fuego. Fuego transparente, nunca como tú. A ti siempre te acompañó una parte, esa que te hizo opaco.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 11pt;">Transparente los cielos de fin de año en donde danzan ilusiones entre el papel de china de los barriletes con aroma de canela y despedida. Despedimos los meses entre soles y lunas regalando esperanzas de tiempos nuevos, transparentes. Transparente es la neblina del amanecer y los celajes que derriten la tarde. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 11pt;">Transparente no es cuando existe el agobio, la maraña del conflicto y el sombrero de la mentira. Mentiras que empañan los cristales y asfaltan de dilemas los caminos<a href="" name="12714ae631e61509_OLE_LINK2"></a>. Caminos empedrados de acoso, de abuso e injusticia. Injusto el tiempo que se pierde en amurallar la oscuridad.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 11pt;">Transparente fortaleza es la búsqueda al viaje del encuentro. Encuentro que nos torna visibles y nos regala la imagen en el espejo. Espejo de reflejo transparente, como mis palabras y el corazón desnudo. A desnudarme, aprendo de nuevo. Nuevas cuerdas de luces e ilusiones con las que tejo transparentes sueños. Sueños que me regalan las alas para viajar hasta mi encuentro.</span></span><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 11pt;"> Al encuentro del repique de campanas de la risa de la niña.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-7631407061808969077?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-50684219396886939272010-02-21T10:53:00.000-06:002010-02-21T10:53:11.116-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S4Fk0SpZHBI/AAAAAAAAANs/NdRpNjuVfN4/s1600-h/05+buscando.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S4Fk0SpZHBI/AAAAAAAAANs/NdRpNjuVfN4/s400/05+buscando.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">Es contagiosa, es página nueva.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">Descuelga viejos recuerdos,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">instala unos más frescos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">Aliviana el paso,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">se viste de color y calor, <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">no descarta ningún verde, <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">no discrimina ningún matiz, <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">entibia la jornada y<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">refresca la rutina.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">Susurra entre pátinas,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">nuevas melodías emplumadas<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">y sacude el letargo <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">de los últimos días del invierno.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-5068421939688693927?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-64300332999211892502010-02-17T20:03:00.001-06:002010-02-17T20:05:17.328-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S3yf3zmmUyI/AAAAAAAAANk/QKhbIAHhpzo/s1600-h/losrojos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S3yf3zmmUyI/AAAAAAAAANk/QKhbIAHhpzo/s400/losrojos.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';">Y hoy necesito cobijarme aquí,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #073763;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';">entre estas letras mudas<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';">que palpitan sueños y<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';">regalan aliento.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';">Entre la fisura del tiempo y la pared<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';">se hace tic tac la vida.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';">Las campanadas se vuelven mudas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';">no hay horas en punto.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';">La vela encendida<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';">se juega en la danza de las sombras,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';">mientras arde el pabilo<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB';">buscando a tientas el aire.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-6430033299921189250?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-15698820885835304842010-02-03T07:49:00.001-06:002010-02-03T07:49:27.665-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S2l-v-dZhlI/AAAAAAAAANc/W9PblXQu0ko/s1600-h/alpartir.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S2l-v-dZhlI/AAAAAAAAANc/W9PblXQu0ko/s320/alpartir.JPG" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 12pt;">Con paso lento el silencio se viste de adiós</span></span><span lang="ES"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 12pt;">y en el impulso que lleva al desencuentro</span></span><span lang="ES"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 12pt;">se dejan dibujar en trazos multicolores:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 12pt;">la mirada que brilla ocultando la lágrima,</span></span><span lang="ES"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 12pt;">el abrazo que le da la bienvenida a la despedida,</span></span><span lang="ES"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 12pt;">la cascada de palabras sin decir;</span></span><span lang="ES"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 12pt;">la muda sinfonía de latidos compartidos,</span></span><span lang="ES"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 12pt;">las manos que se enlazan por siempre y para nunca,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; font-size: 12pt;">y el verso del aroma que no fue.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-1569882088583530484?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-74043250709643363462010-02-02T07:49:00.000-06:002010-02-02T07:49:34.516-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S2gtS0O55lI/AAAAAAAAANU/sAL8EN9qAJk/s1600-h/complicidad.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S2gtS0O55lI/AAAAAAAAANU/sAL8EN9qAJk/s400/complicidad.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="" name="OLE_LINK4"></a><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="ES-GT">Se hacen cómplices la noche y el día. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="ES-GT">Es tanto el silencio que despierta, <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="ES-GT">de pronto susurra al oído: amanece. &nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="ES-GT">A pausas se viste de luz,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="ES-GT">Las siluetas cobran vida; <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="ES-GT">el pincel del tiempo borra las sombras. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="ES-GT">Se sacuden los trinos,&nbsp;&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="ES-GT">despabiladas las plumas,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="ES-GT">inician el jolgorio de la mañana.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="ES-GT">No descansa la luz<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="ES-GT">acaricia y revela los colores,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="ES-GT">se enciende otro día.</span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-7404325070964336346?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-47158875254902985032010-01-18T10:24:00.000-06:002010-01-18T10:24:38.282-06:00<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="" name="OLE_LINK11"></a><a href="" name="OLE_LINK10"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S1SLICOEL-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/sli5L0K7jvc/s1600-h/costanorteoestedom.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S1SLICOEL-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/sli5L0K7jvc/s400/costanorteoestedom.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>A los hermanos de Haití, enero 2010</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p>No se espera el rugido.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">El clamor tiembla el alma.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">No se ven las fauces,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">sólo se siente el rugido.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">No se espera el rugido.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">Tarde como cualquier otra.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">Esperanzas desmoronadas<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">en almas soterradas.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">Sólo se siente el rugido.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">No se espera el rugido.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">Se convierte en escombros<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">la risa, la lágrima, el beso y el adiós.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">Surge el silencio y<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;">sólo se siente el rugido.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-4715887525490298503?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-51604716653999004792010-01-12T08:28:00.002-06:002010-01-12T08:30:55.335-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S0yGzZKKDsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NOU1JM5RRAk/s1600-h/08mujeres.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S0yGzZKKDsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NOU1JM5RRAk/s320/08mujeres.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>A las mujeres de Santa María de Jesús</i></span> <br /></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;Mujer de magia de volcán<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">risa encantada de todos los colores<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">liberando el mutismo asido por oxidadas cadenas:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">ansia que despierta la lava dormida.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mujer de roca fluida<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">coraje bravío forjando la ladera<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">amanece tu luz en la carretera:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">mercader de alimento para los suyos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mujer de magia de volcán,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">firme peana de su estirpe,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">enigma de azules eternos:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">hoy elevas tu voz y</span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;">dejas atrás el silencio. <br /></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-5160471665399900479?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-71418473308284630712010-01-09T11:44:00.000-06:002010-01-09T11:44:50.815-06:00<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S0jAe2VbHtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3cftp67k1Ss/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S0jAe2VbHtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3cftp67k1Ss/s320/P1010018.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;">Y hay almas de almas:</span></span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;">las que se preparan entre brújulas y compases,</span></span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;">otras que empacan excusas y cautelas,</span></span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;">diferentes a las que caminan liviano con la ilusión al hombro;</span></span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;">distintas son las que siempre esperan en la estación,</span></span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;">algunas se descubren en el viaje,</span></span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;">unas disfrutan el arribo;</span></span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;">y hay aquéllas que se hacen dichosas en el encuentro.</span></span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;">Mas las hay incansables,</span></span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;">las que preparan, empacan, esperan,</span></span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;">viajan, arriban y se deleitan en fugaces encuentros</span></span></i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #351c75; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES" style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;">porque su sino es siempre estar en la búsqueda.</span></span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-7141847330828463071?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-47110233934339656352010-01-07T21:59:00.002-06:002010-01-07T22:02:04.181-06:00<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S0ateXcFT5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/QZoN3XdBXcM/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S0ateXcFT5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/QZoN3XdBXcM/s320/P1010036.JPG" /></a><i><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Palatino Linotype; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'; font-size: 12pt;">Siempre hay algo que contar, aún cuando los arrebatos parecieran dormidos. Las palabras siempre están allí. Es cuestión de abrir el corazón y envolver al universo con cada uno de los sentidos. Esta noche llegan en una danza, convirtiendo el cielo en el mejor de los escenarios. Trazan filigranas de chispas entre las nubes. El olor a tierra húmeda y el silencio oscuro se hace acompañar del retumbo lejano.<br /><br />Cesa de pronto ese vuelo de pájaros que revolotea y hace nido en la cabeza. Se sacuden libres las plumas de esas aves para transformarse en la tinta que dibuja nuevos trazos. Ya no tienen paraguas para esconderse; se escaparon con la tormenta y los vientos huracanados. Vuelan libres, lejos de los barrotes de lo imposible. <br /><br />La luz y la oscuridad retozan perennemente alrededor, abarcando todo el espectro, regalando azules inesperados y malvas a la vuelta de la esquina. A veces son sueños sepia que llevan a pasear en el tiempo; otras veces son realidades ácidas que dan paso a destilar letras más oscuras. Cada amanecer se devela en un sinfín de luces que se filtra entre el paletón del día y hace desaparecer la penumbra. Los días transcurren pálidos, oscuros, brillantes; opacos, traslúcidos, según la lente que vistamos. Pero sin importar el matiz, cada uno regala una historia.<br /><br />Y nos envuelve la vida en todos sus aromas, desde el del mal gusto hasta el más sabroso de los jazmines. No pregunta la vida, llega en ráfagas y nos siembra recuerdos, como las semillas tostadas de la cocina de la abuela. A veces nos baña de pasado con la fragancia de aquel encuentro. Y tantas otras, caminamos descalzos sobre el perfume de tierra húmeda. Y qué decir de ese bálsamo que nos lleva al mañana, el de las hierbas del huerto esparcidas en esperanza. Para cada perfume hay una palabra que podemos compartir.<br /><br />Hay mucho que contar de la melodía de las hojas cuando se bañan de lluvia, luego de escuchar el canto del guardabarranco que no cesa de llamar el agua; el retumbo de las olas que en su compás infinito nos arropa de calma y nos recuerda el lado bueno de la constancia. Y podemos escribir mucho de la paz que nos regalan las notas del violín cuando se escapan de las cuerdas del artista. Cada nota del pentagrama es un cuento en el tintero.<br /><br />Y qué decir de las huellas suaves, ásperas, livianas; o tal vez sedosas, arrugadas, o amorosas que nos dejan algunos días. Huellas de manos amigas, enemigas, traidoras; o de caricias infantiles, añejadas o amantes. Cómo no hablar del calor de los cuerpos cuando amados se rinden; o del frío ese que siente en el alma cuando descubre el olvido; o la calidez de ese primer beso que se regala con los ojos. Siempre hay algo que contar, aún cuando los arrebatos parecieran dormidos. Las palabras siempre están allí.</span></span></i><span lang="ES"><o:p></o:p></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-4711023393433965635?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-48711986621437544512010-01-05T20:47:00.001-06:002010-01-06T06:51:38.315-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S0P5jk5SxOI/AAAAAAAAAME/cuxsUa2-Hm4/s1600-h/lostresreyes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/S0P5jk5SxOI/AAAAAAAAAME/cuxsUa2-Hm4/s320/lostresreyes.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">Pudieron haber sido cuatro,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">algunos dicen que doce.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">Aprendí que llegaron tres:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">Melchor, Gaspar y Baltasar<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">Por consejo de un bello ángel<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">viajaron desde Europa, Asia y África<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">guiados por un esplendoroso astro,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">la estrella de Belén,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">hasta el pesebre más humilde<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">a inclinarse ante el Rey de Reyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">Desde sus tierras lejanas <o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">se hicieron acompañar de regalos:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; margin-left: 35.4pt;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">mirra para el hombre;<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #073763; margin-left: 35.4pt;"><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;">incienso para Dios y<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 11pt;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">oro para el Rey de reyes.</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-4871198662143754451?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-13138508620941482442009-12-31T07:34:00.001-06:002009-12-31T07:35:18.013-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Szyn9E3Rk9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/rVTl-T7DdQk/s1600-h/01nogalamanece.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Szyn9E3Rk9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/rVTl-T7DdQk/s320/01nogalamanece.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">La suma del instante:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">(del encanto, más<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">el&nbsp; abrazo, más<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">la risa y<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="IT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">tu caricia).<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="IT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">La resta del momento:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">(de la lágrima,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">el adiós,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">el no está,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">y la partida).<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">La multiplicación de los soplos:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">(del nogal por la mañana por,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">las veintiocho lunas y<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">todas las mareas por,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">cada atardecer).<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">Y la división de los días:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">(entre tus manos<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">y las mías entre<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">los silencios y<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">esta paz).<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-1313850862094148244?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-28658927310336947392009-12-27T10:01:00.001-06:002009-12-27T12:00:00.011-06:00<h2 style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1788892810095888617" name="_Toc237008326"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1788892810095888617" name="_Toc229620947"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1788892810095888617" name="_Toc229619296"><b><i><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal;"></span></span></i></b></a><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h2><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SzegkA8u3oI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6XZUk-kDhdg/s1600-h/02lashojas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SzegkA8u3oI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6XZUk-kDhdg/s320/02lashojas.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">No hace frío,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">no hace calor,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">la brisa es caricia,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">mimo al alma, sabroso.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">Cielos celestes con luz<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">de verano en primavera,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">en el armario queda el abrigo,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">el sol se desparrama<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">sobre la piel,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">se torna tibia, sabrosa.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">Aroma verde iluminado,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">arco iris de aves entre las ramas,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">con sombrero de gotas lilas<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">las jacarandas intentan encenderse,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">los ojos bailan <o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">en diversión, sabrosa.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">Es así, esta tierra siempre,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">nos regala a cada tanto y<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">a cada poco,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">su secreto mejor guardado:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;"><b style="color: #a64d79;">un día que abraza y abrasa, sabroso.&nbsp; </b><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-2865892731033694739?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-79887684850605116152009-12-24T06:55:00.000-06:002009-12-24T06:55:53.241-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SzNkSlztj9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/QnVHas_jTE8/s1600-h/elnacimiento2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SzNkSlztj9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/QnVHas_jTE8/s200/elnacimiento2.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Y vuelves a venir,</b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>buscando todos los pesebres,</b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>sin distingo, sin discriminación.</b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b></b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Y en este mundo,</b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>tan quebrado y tan querido,</b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>te esperamos siempre, como cada año,</b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>entre el aroma de nuestras tierras</b><b>&nbsp;</b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>y con la esperanza</b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>de un mejor día para todos.</b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SzNkDzdRB4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/5oCiMiExcd0/s1600-h/elnacimiento.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SzNkDzdRB4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/5oCiMiExcd0/s200/elnacimiento.JPG" /></a><b>Y nacerás a media noche</b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>en el corazón de cada uno y...</b><br /></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>recibiremos el regalo más grande:</b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">¡Tu bendición!</span></b><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-7988768485060511615?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-21981068300142204162009-12-20T15:28:00.000-06:002009-12-20T15:28:03.182-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Sy6WySYMwEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/meOXpzK-Qjo/s1600-h/navidad2009.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Sy6WySYMwEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/meOXpzK-Qjo/s320/navidad2009.png" /></a><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">Cántaros grises que se iluminan con fragancia de manzana,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">vientos fríos que se entibian con aroma de canela,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">la fragancia de la piña y el mamey tejen la bufanda<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: red;">con lana de pasas y ciruelas, calentado la mano y el corazón.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">A la par se baten las letras entre recuerdos, añoranzas, e ilusiones,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">en el aceite hirviendo salpican versos de los corazones,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">las burbujas sonrientes giran dentro de la olla y<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #38761d;">avivan la cocina con entusiasmo, regalando calor.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">Y nos sentamos a la mesa, esa que es una,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">la de todos, desde donde estemos y<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">donde escribimos con cariño y algarabía el encuentro<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;">de la familia, los amigos y todos los afectos.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: red;">¡Feliz Navidad para todos!</span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-2198106830014220416?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-71424737007298684412009-12-20T10:59:00.000-06:002009-12-20T10:59:56.497-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Sy5X9ap0vqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Mt6dVuGxr_Q/s1600-h/EL+TAMAL+CHAPIN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Sy5X9ap0vqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Mt6dVuGxr_Q/s320/EL+TAMAL+CHAPIN.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #339966; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;">Siempre invitas a la mesa a más de uno,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #339966; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;">envuelves en tus hojas el aroma del tiempo,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #339966; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;">condimentas con felicidad de achiote,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #339966; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;">acompañas la noche del sábado,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #339966; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: medium;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #339966; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;">y celebras la mesa en Nochebuena.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-7142473700729868441?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-2476810838174032302009-12-20T10:57:00.000-06:002009-12-20T10:57:30.119-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Sy5XX2PPAII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D6_w_Sode6M/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Sy5XX2PPAII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D6_w_Sode6M/s320/P1010033.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">Se pinta el cielo de calma</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">mientras se baña de nueva luz.</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">Sueñas dentro de la gota de rocío.</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">Ilusión fresca y recién nacida.</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">Infinitos son los colores de la paleta</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">en el fresco de otro día.</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">Despiertas al abrazo de volcanes azules,</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">lavas ardientes&nbsp; y misterios de aguas.</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">En cascada de esmeraldas</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">brota tu sonrisa</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">y vuelas en las mieles.</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">Se hacen burbujas las horas</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Berlin Sans FB; font-size: small;"><span lang="ES-GT" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: 12pt;">y revienta el tiempo en nuevos instantes.</span></span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="ES" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-247681083817403230?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-59880053657566124122009-12-17T07:12:00.001-06:002009-12-17T07:13:55.225-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Syot9YuXLBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JCiokd8Eogo/s1600-h/eselago2004abril.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Syot9YuXLBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JCiokd8Eogo/s400/eselago2004abril.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Tu calma es aparente,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>la pasión la llevas por dentro.</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>En tus entrañas late el corazón</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>de un gigante dormido</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>que descansa y sueña.</b></span><br /></div><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sueñas con tus días de bravura,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>de fuego y ardor,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>de fuentes&nbsp; de llamas y cenizas,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>y rojos ríos de lava.</b></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Fuiste un coloso abrasador</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>atrapas, seduces y enamoras.</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Hoy descansas y&nbsp;</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>te cubres con mantos de agua.</b></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Te dejas creer conquistado,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>sin embargo, nadie te ha domado.</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A todos murmuras al oído,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>espejismo de tu antigua vida</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>y apenas les muestras</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>una ínfima parte de tu alma.</b></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Eres un acertijo hechizador,</b></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">el secreto mejor guardado.</span></b></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-5988005365756612412?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-29732803365705894012009-12-16T07:05:00.003-06:002009-12-16T07:07:05.005-06:00<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SyjbQ7hLJzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cKExc91OXAY/s1600-h/silencio.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SyjbQ7hLJzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cKExc91OXAY/s320/silencio.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><b>&nbsp;Estremece el silencio en la madrugada,</b></span><br /></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><b>despierta lento en el murmullo de las hojas.</b></span><br /></div><br /><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><b>Emociona el silencio de tu mirada,</b></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><b>aviva la sonrisa mientras te acerca.</b></span><br /></div><br /><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><b>Aquieta el silencio de la soledad,</b></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><b>entibia el momento con su abrazo.</b></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><b>Inquieta el silencio de la despedida,</b></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><b>erige caminos desconocidos.</b></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><b>Ensordece el silencio del olvido,</b></span><br /><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"><b>y nos deja sin palabras. <br /></b></span><br /></div><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Century Gothic&quot;;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-2973280336570589401?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-12052011180911583652009-12-10T07:36:00.000-06:002009-12-10T07:36:25.964-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SyD5D8zXasI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Hz6SbKlFp0Q/s1600-h/avedeesteparaiso.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SyD5D8zXasI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Hz6SbKlFp0Q/s320/avedeesteparaiso.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Te despeinas sin rubor,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>en gajos de mandarina la sonrisa,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>tu mirada índigo cautiva</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>mientras conversas con el viento,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>alborotando el paisaje.</b></span><br /></div><br /><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Vuelas sin plumas,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>abanicando verdes,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>convidando a la danza,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>tiñes de naranja</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>la tertulia de armonías.</b></span><br /></div><br /><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Agasajo de principio a fin,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>tu canto enamorado</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>silba melodías al corazón</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>y descubro que eres</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>ave de este paraíso.</b></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-1205201118091158365?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-91656679938745408072009-12-01T07:49:00.000-06:002009-12-01T07:49:41.474-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SxUetAiwRxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1Yce9tsScp0/s1600/losconos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SxUetAiwRxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1Yce9tsScp0/s400/losconos.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Navegamos en ignoradas aguas</b><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>vistiendo otras olas y saboreando sales...</b><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>las propias.</b><br /></div><br /><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Aniquilamos temores</b><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>desnudándolos al viento</b><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>y bañándonos de sol.</b><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b> <br /></b><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>Viajamos en madejas de ilusión,</b><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>desgajando intentos,</b><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>aprehendiéndonos.</b><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b> <br /></b><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>El tiempo nos acaricia con senderos:</b><br /></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>descubrimos nuevas huellas sin espejismos,</b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">conquistando-nos.</span></b><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-9165667993874540807?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-50090413510583931412009-11-29T08:12:00.000-06:002009-11-29T08:12:03.406-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SxKBAsCxIKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NQwRysRI1Gw/s1600/P1010040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SxKBAsCxIKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NQwRysRI1Gw/s320/P1010040.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><b>agua y fuego, durmiendo en el pasado y</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>exclamando tu nombre</b></span><br /></div><br /><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>calderas hirvientes, condimentando sueños y</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>forjando nubes</b></span><br /></div><br /><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>chimenea azul, agitando ayeres y</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>respirando alivio</b></span><br /></div><br /><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>armando horizontes como fieles amantes,</b></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">eslabones humeantes</span></b></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-5009041351058393141?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-1736242256393260612009-11-24T07:29:00.000-06:002009-11-24T07:29:29.670-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Swvfl7uU1wI/AAAAAAAAAHk/s6oM3ogiejc/s1600/disfrutando.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Swvfl7uU1wI/AAAAAAAAAHk/s6oM3ogiejc/s320/disfrutando.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">En el vaivén de las olas</span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">se sumergen los sentidos.</span></b><br /></div><br /><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Te veo venir</span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en canto de sirenas,</span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en el aroma de las gotas de sal,</span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">y en la espera de un beso.</span></b><br /></div><br /><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Y de pronto, y de la nada,</span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">en ese paisaje plateado</span></b><br /></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">se acompasa el vuelo</span></b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #444444;">y se argenta el alma.</span></span></b><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-173624225639326061?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-60201711724691040602009-11-23T07:34:00.001-06:002009-11-23T07:35:52.022-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SwqPK58Qm_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/3s9P-AzmpAw/s1600/vistedesdeeleste.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SwqPK58Qm_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/3s9P-AzmpAw/s320/vistedesdeeleste.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Las gotas desprenden los pétalos lilas</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>y los dejan flotar en círculos de lavanda.</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>En creciente ritmo se dejan escuchar</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>tambores de hojas y arpas de agua,</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>son cántaros de notas que se desploman sin cesar.</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Entre aromas de níspero y tierra húmeda</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>se llueve la tarde y se despide entre retumbos.</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Se visten las lunas de reflejos continuos</b></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: small;"><b>mientras la naturaleza seca sus lágrimas.</b></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-6020171172469104060?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-6752863599899625512009-11-22T10:01:00.002-06:002009-11-22T11:04:06.301-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SwlgRooiLXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ud7zESfEXLA/s1600/P1010003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SwlgRooiLXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ud7zESfEXLA/s320/P1010003.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>en las nubes se colgaron las horas</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>se escurren en rayos de sol</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>hasta iluminar el nuevo día</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>se sacuden la sombras</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>en alargados paisajes</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>desvistiéndose de la noche</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>de colores se dibujan todos los cristales</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>despertando las pasiones del segundero</b></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>columpiando pátinas entre el viento</b></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-675286359989962551?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-3664222551965530282009-11-21T10:16:00.003-06:002009-11-21T19:24:06.566-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SwgSED1nz4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/BVAowiKBuWw/s1600/P1010065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/SwgSED1nz4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/BVAowiKBuWw/s320/P1010065.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>despiden suspiros las piedras</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>se escapan por la ventana y entre las tejas</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>dan la vuelta a la esquina y retornan</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>hasta nombrar la calle</b></span><br /></div><br /><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>se tapizan de rosas las paredes</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>de los poros se desprenden los suspiros</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>atrapando las luces malva</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>hasta nombrar la calle</b></span><br /><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>es otra manera de viajar</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>en misterios que esconden muros sonrosados</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>en madera que cruje en suspiros</b></span><br /></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>hasta nombrar la calle</b></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-366422255196553028?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788892810095888617.post-17261558242603657662009-11-21T06:56:00.016-06:002009-11-21T09:58:54.560-06:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Swf_0XNBMpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bTepc69ojC4/s1600/La+Dicha+abril+2004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406571152728470162" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2ukDmm2NHQ/Swf_0XNBMpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bTepc69ojC4/s200/La+Dicha+abril+2004.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><br /><div style="color: blue;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Allí sucede,</span><br /></div></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">donde el arco iris</span><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">toma sus colores en el agua:</span><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Atitlán.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">En danza de ilusoria desarmonía:</span><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">el cálido viento del sur empuja</span><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">a las ventiscas del norte.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Búsqueda y encuentro de dos:</span><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">juego interminable e infinito</span><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">como los círculos</span><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">sobre los que giran</span><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">cayucos de pesca y azul vestido.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">Entre la mañana y la tarde aparecen,</span><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">susurra la leyenda,</span><br /></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">aires que recogen los pecados:</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span style="color: blue;">Xocomil.</span><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788892810095888617-1726155824260365766?l=letrasenlosvolcanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia E Pérez Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01621897651047293204noreply@blogger.com2