tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66757987354441757472024-03-05T19:45:35.013+01:00De la imagen y la palabra -marian tarazona--marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-67990414703016691602023-11-15T22:33:00.003+01:002023-11-15T22:33:52.036+01:00Los ocres y los zumaques <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTccfBmAj8085idBK2aTiUw1S-hwI3oGoK_DhvFACOg925pTVq1hfQAN9f7KlvRXwbRsJASPGt7jVbuMaIgfH7EYHdkt7XmdJ0hdmnkc7aSPLPo5HHblbks6JbfsKZ13_3__hnW9dU8LuKONhx2kzUUeTaOqI3ZYwY7nEG8YmRNvp00PtEM8BYqa1TIs/s4192/IMG_20231115_222813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3156" data-original-width="4192" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTccfBmAj8085idBK2aTiUw1S-hwI3oGoK_DhvFACOg925pTVq1hfQAN9f7KlvRXwbRsJASPGt7jVbuMaIgfH7EYHdkt7XmdJ0hdmnkc7aSPLPo5HHblbks6JbfsKZ13_3__hnW9dU8LuKONhx2kzUUeTaOqI3ZYwY7nEG8YmRNvp00PtEM8BYqa1TIs/s320/IMG_20231115_222813.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Y cuando hayan transcurrido</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">todas las primaveras </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">y todos los veranos, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">yo seguiré aquí, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">esperando tu manera de ver</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">los ocres y los zumaques.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">-marian tarazona-</span></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-50850997063414797462021-11-24T17:24:00.001+01:002022-10-05T18:30:14.971+02:00101.En el laberinto<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsLGD2Muy8RCsRpuc-Kiu9nWAhnEAD0KkBFrhTvErBkeJjAYke2zCRgyntTwdHluKfjDoL6z-x21qyhM5MtgOfLFL6V-XtH2unZXt3NtwgEgddiaR5S9TvD4NWylJgq6uf_E6UBpidvU/s2048/usada+en+el+laberinto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsLGD2Muy8RCsRpuc-Kiu9nWAhnEAD0KkBFrhTvErBkeJjAYke2zCRgyntTwdHluKfjDoL6z-x21qyhM5MtgOfLFL6V-XtH2unZXt3NtwgEgddiaR5S9TvD4NWylJgq6uf_E6UBpidvU/w400-h300/usada+en+el+laberinto.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Es ahí,</b></div><o:p></o:p></b></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: georgia;"><b>en medio del laberinto de blancos y azules, <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: georgia;"><b>donde se tejen las ideas más extrañas,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: georgia;"><b>donde las carcajadas se convierten en lágrimas,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: georgia;"><b>los anhelos en desilusiones.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: georgia;"><b>Es ahí, <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: georgia;"><b>precisamente ahí,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: georgia;"><b>donde adquieres la conciencia de que, quizá, <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: georgia;"><b>lo que para ti es un trozo de tu vida,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: georgia;"><b>para los demás no es <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: georgia;"><b>sino un vacío perdido entre densas nubes…<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><b>-marian tarazona-</b></span><o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-89478668279414843052021-11-24T17:08:00.005+01:002022-10-05T18:31:15.287+02:00102.Otoño azul y verde<p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAPfN9h_iUvsoRJKKdR2V8qVRnE3l2PD_oU55FWw8Lv7TyyMFs28zGu1oU4ziG7ZRMnhcBWqsznCzew41-VswrRcsfRJB3GKeWaD6UJSGS8aPDUEtVsfKNUZecMKzT1nPv_sfjlai4EA/s2048/verdes+y+azules.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1535" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAPfN9h_iUvsoRJKKdR2V8qVRnE3l2PD_oU55FWw8Lv7TyyMFs28zGu1oU4ziG7ZRMnhcBWqsznCzew41-VswrRcsfRJB3GKeWaD6UJSGS8aPDUEtVsfKNUZecMKzT1nPv_sfjlai4EA/w300-h400/verdes+y+azules.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>Simplemente azul,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>simplemente verde, <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>simplemente <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>el reflejo de una realidad...<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><b>-marian tarazona-</b></span><o:p></o:p></p></div><br />-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-34423781604406578552021-11-14T12:54:00.001+01:002022-10-05T18:36:08.001+02:00103.Silencios en piedra<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44aWXpldd9ktStILvimsqzMOBjuq00ykRI2KoRPsK50E9zE5dLMUAthlLswc1b4ZN438wP32jmrcws9noqM58N8AIXuvJGxUrqgDxp54Ze1lOeq08lmRsRQ6gD-O773Dj5FkL3uQnnoA/s2048/usada+silencios+en+piedra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1516" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44aWXpldd9ktStILvimsqzMOBjuq00ykRI2KoRPsK50E9zE5dLMUAthlLswc1b4ZN438wP32jmrcws9noqM58N8AIXuvJGxUrqgDxp54Ze1lOeq08lmRsRQ6gD-O773Dj5FkL3uQnnoA/w296-h400/usada+silencios+en+piedra.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Y tú, que quieres que te cuente,<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>lo que quieres oír, no quiero,<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>y lo que yo quiero contar, no quieres.<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>Mejor apagar sonrisas,<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>mejor cerrar la boca,<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>Silencios en piedra...<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>-marian tarazona-</b><o:p></o:p></p><br /></div></span><p></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-54661721704785035162021-11-14T12:47:00.004+01:002022-10-06T18:46:14.106+02:00124.Llora el otoño<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjvZ4gOuWMPMkvl1YBrSSxeIys4VjNpTJ-SRybKXmOs6jgL0HMESSixfaxGvmVKyAzQTBHMzlf8FdzKXw1XNRxeHTmTc4ptACgE2LDeQ7-kLKA4phMqMC6lCzlHHaQ-85hkizwGFAMKlo/s720/FB_IMG_1636031558412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="720" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjvZ4gOuWMPMkvl1YBrSSxeIys4VjNpTJ-SRybKXmOs6jgL0HMESSixfaxGvmVKyAzQTBHMzlf8FdzKXw1XNRxeHTmTc4ptACgE2LDeQ7-kLKA4phMqMC6lCzlHHaQ-85hkizwGFAMKlo/w400-h293/FB_IMG_1636031558412.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>Llora el otoño y las hojas quedan<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>colgando del tiempo,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>las gotas se escarchan en el frío cristal,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>y mueren sin llegar a mojar la tierra.</b></span><b style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"> </b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>Llora el otoño y miro el mundo<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>a través de ojos perplejos,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>se dibuja en mi boca una sonrisa,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>pensando en lo inevitable, esperando el fin.</b></span><b style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"> </b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>Llora el otoño y escucho silbar al viento<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>alrededor del roble,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>mientras va tejiéndose una inmensa alfombra ocre<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>con las hojas que vuelan en mil piruetas.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;">Llora el otoño y el alma se agita</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>entre el rojizo follaje,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>mis sueños se ocultan en el aire fresco y amargo,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>las aves alzan el vuelo huyendo de las tristezas.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;">Llora el otoño y entre el silencio</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>desaparece la vida, y
en el callado suelo<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>las gotas pugnan, apretadas,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>por caer al mullido manto.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b> L</b></span></o:p><b style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;">lora el otoño y el viento entre los álamos</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>hace mecer las hojas, las lleva de rama en rama,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>hasta depositarlas en la pradera, <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>y, acariciando la escarcha, arrancan marcas de vida…<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><b> -marian tarazona-</b></span><o:p></o:p></p><p><br /></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-10456255486483632912021-11-14T12:30:00.012+01:002022-10-05T18:40:23.594+02:00105.Adios<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7N3mi_6r7AOW9JlYil1xdEKuTPBzdBPq5dyjZGDWZcU9CEslqcfgtuJlb754Mo2tedP7dz2Etl0d26Tgd6GxxrOkht230J__gTMxjCOA753i3l4hX4YhHLnznEVn3U7icTMwwLB2rkQ/s2048/publicada+se+han+ido+mil+veranos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2048" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7N3mi_6r7AOW9JlYil1xdEKuTPBzdBPq5dyjZGDWZcU9CEslqcfgtuJlb754Mo2tedP7dz2Etl0d26Tgd6GxxrOkht230J__gTMxjCOA753i3l4hX4YhHLnznEVn3U7icTMwwLB2rkQ/w400-h268/publicada+se+han+ido+mil+veranos.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>Se han ido mil veranos, <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>y, antes que ellos, <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>todas las primaveras.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>Llegaron después otoños, <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>dejando, tras su paso,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>los fríos del invierno, <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>escarcha y hojas secas.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><b>-marian tarazona-</b></span><span style="font-size: 15px;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-70601622116787886972021-11-13T10:29:00.002+01:002022-10-05T18:41:09.252+02:00106.Restos y sumas<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: georgia;"> </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJhjg3Sdp9dsHwfDW5CSQy9oHGXs411q0KSEM_oNd-T2PC1Y3T3LaMi0ErYT8ZRjvzytbdynIX1EaneDj-cQvChzE6HYAWRzxhgZlmhiyEFlQj5nRjwUj2nLx88VpXWTobislL9GT994/s2048/IMG_20211113_073107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: georgia;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJhjg3Sdp9dsHwfDW5CSQy9oHGXs411q0KSEM_oNd-T2PC1Y3T3LaMi0ErYT8ZRjvzytbdynIX1EaneDj-cQvChzE6HYAWRzxhgZlmhiyEFlQj5nRjwUj2nLx88VpXWTobislL9GT994/s320/IMG_20211113_073107.jpg" width="320" /></b></span></a></div><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Entre piedras, verdes y ocres,</b></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: georgia;"><b>entre restos de tiempos pretéritos,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: georgia;"><b>el otoño se repite una y otra vez,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: georgia;"><b>Y, aunque parezca </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: georgia;"><b>que siempre es el mismo,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: georgia;"><b>cada año añade una hoja distinta</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: georgia;"><b>a nuestro particular calendario.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><b>-marian tarazona-</b></span></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-51896350135452169162021-11-12T21:40:00.002+01:002022-10-05T18:56:55.252+02:00107.¿Y tú me lo preguntas?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0CaFey5LRetY1QBJnsB3NGZ3cUUmjtP4OpAHuEJ7_vjFlmxwDyS4C2hV_Pf2M04UQ4GygVY9GoZQqc8itYiDgHs_T7UtYagSdmgjW8Wi-jwHTXTP6Z6v4JarfIGwOOaRNs9U_lZI57L0/s2048/IMG_20211112_213040.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0CaFey5LRetY1QBJnsB3NGZ3cUUmjtP4OpAHuEJ7_vjFlmxwDyS4C2hV_Pf2M04UQ4GygVY9GoZQqc8itYiDgHs_T7UtYagSdmgjW8Wi-jwHTXTP6Z6v4JarfIGwOOaRNs9U_lZI57L0/s320/IMG_20211112_213040.jpg" width="320" /></b></span></a></div><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> ¿Qué es el otoño?</b></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>Y tú me lo preguntas,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>cuando tiendes a mis pies</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>alfombras multicolores,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>mullidas,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>preñadas de futuros...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>¿Y tú me lo preguntas?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><b>-marian tarazona-</b></span></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-3241440112839408402021-11-11T12:19:00.004+01:002022-10-05T19:27:11.177+02:00112.Un país vaciado<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvygIUWBzUusJyyii32k6sNU6GZPdw6L-BfN_lzaE0bl1kyYH342FnVWJIJWbklpFQlBwI4fNXg2uaQz7CDL7ovGzIHQ3gRpYb2Fk3vMDD7MRLtTs4OeSUKN-_p6JMto3aM4p7Ddgz60/s2048/IMG_20211111_121618.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: georgia;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvygIUWBzUusJyyii32k6sNU6GZPdw6L-BfN_lzaE0bl1kyYH342FnVWJIJWbklpFQlBwI4fNXg2uaQz7CDL7ovGzIHQ3gRpYb2Fk3vMDD7MRLtTs4OeSUKN-_p6JMto3aM4p7Ddgz60/w400-h400/IMG_20211111_121618.jpg" width="400" /></b></span></a></div><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Y las vidrieras ya no reciben la luz</b></div></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: georgia;"><b>para llenar de colores el interior,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: georgia;"><b>Y las campanas no llaman a misa.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: georgia;"><b>Y las espadañas se llenan de cables.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: georgia;"><b>Las iglesias, lo mismo que los pequeños pueblos,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: georgia;"><b>quedan abandonados a su suerte...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: georgia;"><b>-marian tarazona-</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-41639916315377059022021-11-04T20:19:00.004+01:002022-10-06T18:47:12.395+02:00121.Sueño de verano en otoño<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-ep2eX-7woRo_cYywPwbEq8aY7zsso6dpWEQw4zsTrFeYwPw55V7uuE_PF8VClU7r8ZT6vVgEWJwNIY6r5gwO5ybQrO9v8SKmCdCv1ZGqgRKo27JORI2bGvwv8GH7Pz1ENGck3obOTo/s2048/x310150_2675951501687_1188529694_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1533" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-ep2eX-7woRo_cYywPwbEq8aY7zsso6dpWEQw4zsTrFeYwPw55V7uuE_PF8VClU7r8ZT6vVgEWJwNIY6r5gwO5ybQrO9v8SKmCdCv1ZGqgRKo27JORI2bGvwv8GH7Pz1ENGck3obOTo/w400-h300/x310150_2675951501687_1188529694_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>Tumbada a tu lado, y en silencio,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>sin apenas respirar, levanto mi mano<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>y hacia ti la acerco.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>Mi dedo a un milímetro de tu piel,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>semejando una mariposa,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>pasea por tus poros.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>Absorbo tu sudor, lo bebo,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>e intento calmar esa profunda sed <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>que de ti siento.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>Una rendija en la ventana sonríe,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>se alía con la magia,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>y un rayo juguetón se posa en el tálamo.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>Sobre él, despacito, <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>danzan miles de estrellas doradas,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>millones de sueños inconclusos.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>El trino de un ave acompaña el baile,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>una sonrisa se escapa de mi boca,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>y un suspiro brota de mi alma.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>Mi cuerpo se acerca al tuyo,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>y a cámara lenta, sin prisa,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>mis manos se posan en ti.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>Te oigo suspirar y todo se hace uno,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>la luz, el calor, <o:p></o:p></b></span><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;">la naturaleza se alían</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>y hablan el mismo idioma.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">-marian tarazona-</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p></o:p></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-22491006427108350982021-11-02T19:48:00.006+01:002021-11-02T19:48:58.306+01:00Día de difuntos<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSylY8KZDRq-bBVAVxsyBc1OvwejSoEIcxnZzt2abJx233PlmEl_c3_k444QAOmerC-2-Sl9mw74oR_-erP_nvW1GmcmftejQ8YtHgeYs7R533fok1bYQRNoXawbSD99YXCzL4_99AqjM/s2048/IMG_20211102_192334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1535" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSylY8KZDRq-bBVAVxsyBc1OvwejSoEIcxnZzt2abJx233PlmEl_c3_k444QAOmerC-2-Sl9mw74oR_-erP_nvW1GmcmftejQ8YtHgeYs7R533fok1bYQRNoXawbSD99YXCzL4_99AqjM/s320/IMG_20211102_192334.jpg" width="240" /></b></span></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;"><b>Pequeñas luces </b></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;"><b>iluminan nuestros pasos,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;"><b>mientras las hojas danzan </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;"><b>entre cruces y flores, </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;"><b>susurran al viento viejos</b></span><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;"><b> poemas, </b></span><b style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;"> </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;">recordando a los que no v</b><b style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;">olverán, </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;"><b>pero siguen habitando </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;"><b>en nuestra </b></span><b style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;">memoria.</b></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;">-Marian tym-</b></div><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b> </b></div></span><p></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-35284533709469294412021-10-23T15:20:00.005+02:002022-10-06T19:00:18.983+02:00125.Otoños<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpmIfcvE-AfisDtEq0I0iv8OABJLtGN5EeHZASLt7nxVwKLRxKed4z4d6yc2ZhtLGUq9Aq-wPu2dkTPl8hIeByGKpQJU_d5XViHIEJmeveQlzo9U3xMaD9n-44KfJa19P-cbaISbdQus/s961/FB_IMG_1634995013382.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="961" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpmIfcvE-AfisDtEq0I0iv8OABJLtGN5EeHZASLt7nxVwKLRxKed4z4d6yc2ZhtLGUq9Aq-wPu2dkTPl8hIeByGKpQJU_d5XViHIEJmeveQlzo9U3xMaD9n-44KfJa19P-cbaISbdQus/w300-h400/FB_IMG_1634995013382.jpg" width="300" /></span></b></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #498344; font-family: georgia;"><b>¿Habrá pasado un hada</b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #498344; font-family: georgia;"><b>y no me he percatado?</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #498344; font-family: georgia;"><b>O tal vez sea un suspiro </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #498344; font-family: georgia;"><b>trayendome tus anhelos.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #498344; font-family: georgia;"><b>Un beso al aire, un recuerdo,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #498344; font-family: georgia;"><b>o quizá solo un deseo...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #498344; font-family: georgia;">-Marian Tarazona-</span></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-82455951887142631692021-09-12T20:59:00.005+02:002022-10-05T19:29:16.483+02:00113.Azul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsjrMcwGvvXc7tFu0qdF-mEBaUwfoiAFprfwiaMKHL_SJpPGANoERAJbeZJ4LQzm4_2SYLoJZq5jNM5atj3kl5ikY3-DRWHlvWsniamcMMbnJvdkCWLLDIw3RiIVaILzS428J809fwck/s2048/azul.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1506" data-original-width="2048" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsjrMcwGvvXc7tFu0qdF-mEBaUwfoiAFprfwiaMKHL_SJpPGANoERAJbeZJ4LQzm4_2SYLoJZq5jNM5atj3kl5ikY3-DRWHlvWsniamcMMbnJvdkCWLLDIw3RiIVaILzS428J809fwck/w400-h294/azul.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>Amanece en mi calle, </b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>y las sombras azules </b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>solo reflejan el añil del cielo. </b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>De este lado, </b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>las sombras del alma son grises,</b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>copiando los reflejos </b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>de una ciudad de septiembre, </b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>en la que, poco a poco, </b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><b>se instala el otoño.</b></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: 700;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;">-marian tarazona-</div></span></span><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center; word-break: break-word;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">6-9-2012</span></span>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-74506264976372840782021-09-12T20:52:00.006+02:002022-10-05T19:30:27.974+02:00114.Todo en su momento<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsW71E8-4_uhckr728oa3yUnwFiLr9HiSkf1qUa_rPNQtq76-BZW3yXyD44oOMDd7BTFwPsYGKqPbR4GE4FiRfH9pLkJ5T1X78ioe5yiCyvz4Id_YSCcAjipo1QUf2fGfXqCqg4dS0zk/w300-h400/numero.jpg" width="300" /></b></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">Ni
uno antes,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">ni
dos después.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">Todo
en su momento.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">No
apresures.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">Luz,
número y color,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">y
un artesonado<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">que
teje fondos de balcón,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">allí
donde tus pies, nerviosos,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">bailan
buscando mi noche...<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #0b5394; line-height: 107%;"><b>-marian
tarazona-</b></span><span style="color: #fcff01;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-30064847253859749992021-09-12T20:44:00.002+02:002022-10-05T19:29:57.819+02:00115.Porque hay días...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgasEIpPoigg0cJ3P7SW0e3UMyJlgvl_GFpVMUpVUIZ7DnG_W0x0dUsjIecjw_WpnG_7fwL15By7v-4sHxbVpR7klG9QOlmzUT7myfsBzrek-xGZW1rvPmzFCOqTZqw4zEWteXQE5NgD2Q/s400/gato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgasEIpPoigg0cJ3P7SW0e3UMyJlgvl_GFpVMUpVUIZ7DnG_W0x0dUsjIecjw_WpnG_7fwL15By7v-4sHxbVpR7klG9QOlmzUT7myfsBzrek-xGZW1rvPmzFCOqTZqw4zEWteXQE5NgD2Q/w300-h400/gato.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;">Hay días que me siento como el viento</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;">mezclado con un mar en calma...</b></div><p></p><p dir="ltr"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>hay días que me siento madura como las espigas </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;">y juguetona entre los maizales...</b></div><p></p><p dir="ltr"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;">hay días que me siento dichosa de sentirte cerca, </b></div><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>de buscar sueños comunes...</b></div></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>hay días que me siento con una mezcla</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>de corazón alborozado </b></span><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;">y de sosiego…</b></p><p dir="ltr"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;">hay días que me siento todo a la vez,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><br /></b></div><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>y hoy, hoy es un día de esos…</b></div></span><p></p><p dir="ltr"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;">-marian tarazona-</div></span><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-65652131509193919022021-07-09T20:11:00.005+02:002022-10-05T19:42:22.985+02:00118.Sube<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvfgC-mhbsR6f590zp_jD0RMQK1XJdmMYHjcXKIEPBN1xZ1EE1XyRbWiihTqGEtaTokEuDNkiTegzrBb3I9FyXXbtu91wn-OwbDEXY2JaJ0rQyQmIm71aI7l-eeDbQCteTr1A8nCwxjo/s2048/facebook_1625817003850_6819170762517547306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvfgC-mhbsR6f590zp_jD0RMQK1XJdmMYHjcXKIEPBN1xZ1EE1XyRbWiihTqGEtaTokEuDNkiTegzrBb3I9FyXXbtu91wn-OwbDEXY2JaJ0rQyQmIm71aI7l-eeDbQCteTr1A8nCwxjo/w400-h400/facebook_1625817003850_6819170762517547306.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b>No vuelvas la mirada </b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b>y sigue llenando páginas.</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b>Escribe con besos sobre tus pasos </b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b>y colorea los recuerdos.</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b>Peldaño a peldaño sube despacio</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b>y acostúmbrate a la nueva luz.</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">-marian tarazona-</span></div><div dir="auto"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /></div>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-85692657842478152432021-07-06T10:27:00.003+02:002022-10-05T19:50:03.126+02:00119.Dame versos cortos<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_k88nSh_HTIKNdoeU0r71AAObN6CfF_wS0pDnbeWPwN6RFOPDYLThBzY_lZPp4hf46NwkyeMGidktgM3YrRd5jz1cJlOqPKhlfmYGOZToQvMBifrHfvcV8VFyNRI0JfqxmtnRjl_U3D4/s2048/IMG_20210706_101940.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_k88nSh_HTIKNdoeU0r71AAObN6CfF_wS0pDnbeWPwN6RFOPDYLThBzY_lZPp4hf46NwkyeMGidktgM3YrRd5jz1cJlOqPKhlfmYGOZToQvMBifrHfvcV8VFyNRI0JfqxmtnRjl_U3D4/s320/IMG_20210706_101940.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Los versos han de ser cortos y directos, </b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>han de tener su "pronto".</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Porque, cuando se alargan, van agonizando</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>
hasta diluirse en el olvido.</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Dame versos fuertes, grítamelos,</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>y que hasta las nubes los oigan.</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>
No los escondas, no los susurres,</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>échamelos a la cara.</b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">-marian tarazona-</span></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-79624702815942624272021-05-17T17:57:00.001+02:002022-10-06T18:48:16.591+02:00122.Nada es lo que era<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Y0iAWLqiumfcYjF8GIrPqjQ3mDMpHvZUh0lUWHp8R8y_F3LB71pSE1aCoI0LPnJjyV8LdR-8JCOsSU5QWWvKttug2805kfmMI6Ab9YI9DUFHrThgT5qxTIZcQv46w1jFHsJMwW5-faE/s2048/colores.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1535" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Y0iAWLqiumfcYjF8GIrPqjQ3mDMpHvZUh0lUWHp8R8y_F3LB71pSE1aCoI0LPnJjyV8LdR-8JCOsSU5QWWvKttug2805kfmMI6Ab9YI9DUFHrThgT5qxTIZcQv46w1jFHsJMwW5-faE/w400-h300/colores.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>Cuento horas en los minutos, mirarme en tus pupilas,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>pasear de la mano escuchando esa canción nuestra,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>cada instante vivido juntos, cada nube, cada día,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>son parte de otro mundo, otra vida, otra dimensión.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>Los ríos no suenan a rio, no se desbordan en las laderas,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>no saltan sobre los guijarros si no es para palpitar <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>acorde a esa melodía nuestra,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>que se acopla entre mis cosquillas.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>Nada de lo que yo veo es lo que los demás ven,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>los huecos entre mis dedos no están vacíos,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>los colman tus propios dedos, buscando oquedades<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>que ni yo misma conocía. <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>Una nube no es una nube, es un rincón sediento de tu amor,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>es una ventana abierta a un sueño, a mis anhelos,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>porque ya nada es lo que era, <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b>y sin tu alma ya nada tendría sentido.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"><b> </b></span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia;"> - marian tarazona-<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-82027534272007250732021-05-12T19:28:00.005+02:002022-10-06T18:58:30.674+02:00123.Amanece<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigU3eL42kCbHFxT_taPN76tmj3IqyAH3PPPf1TBpMHLE3XdTvCe0vLBQeD1tnhla1etNjRBr3idQX3nw-ZMDjOczq17ZwHOgEJW6qTkLLVg09p-khepi_en_lZ5a-m3RZ0rOVIkhzU3wk/s2048/poema.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigU3eL42kCbHFxT_taPN76tmj3IqyAH3PPPf1TBpMHLE3XdTvCe0vLBQeD1tnhla1etNjRBr3idQX3nw-ZMDjOczq17ZwHOgEJW6qTkLLVg09p-khepi_en_lZ5a-m3RZ0rOVIkhzU3wk/w400-h225/poema.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"><b>Amanece,</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"><b> y sigo buscando el brillo de tus ojos</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"><b>en cada gota </b></span><b style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;">de esta perenne primavera…</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"><b>Amanece, </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"><b>y tus manos se me han ido </b></span><b style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;">entre las nubes,</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;">buscando ese sol que no llega…</span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"> </span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"><b>Amanece, </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"><b>y tu risa no vuelve, </b></span><b style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;">se esconde en otros pliegues,</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;">otras promesas, otras caricias…</span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"> </span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;">Amanece,</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"> y sé que hoy tejeré recuerdos, </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;">anhelos,</span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"> </span></b><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;">ilusiones baldías… </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;">Amanece,</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;">y hoy odiaré la primavera.</span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"> </span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: georgia;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-marian tarazona-</span><o:p></o:p></p><br /></div><p></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-22193692654615994492021-04-28T12:29:00.001+02:002022-10-06T20:17:55.432+02:00145.Haiku 575<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-pOW8w3vWRKetqOl-ODWnElcrL-AOsPSQK0wEE6ddgYO3gRoh_Uzs8uFlI8teJ60056A-SMWkK5n7Pb-H2USXxXPSjmfD4BODvcVWFddN859awk-W8Etve9leuzyPfRMowiaaJANr5GQ/s2048/IMG_20210428_102826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1534" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-pOW8w3vWRKetqOl-ODWnElcrL-AOsPSQK0wEE6ddgYO3gRoh_Uzs8uFlI8teJ60056A-SMWkK5n7Pb-H2USXxXPSjmfD4BODvcVWFddN859awk-W8Etve9leuzyPfRMowiaaJANr5GQ/w300-h400/IMG_20210428_102826.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>Abrí la puerta,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>la luz me deslumbraba<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>y estaba allí.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;">-marian tarazona-</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></div><p> </p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-39287246073391626052021-03-28T10:25:00.004+02:002022-10-06T19:02:06.471+02:00126.Al puente<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEije1MMgLizZ0XxkUUCV9TKIDeVT3LvqXjZzoIIR-M361FC4DXTW6nj2WJW5e9pOmWifmd6X5lBle2_sAptobtICXdTk1Hh3KR8SRnkbmehxN0kmsH2n6ecFpwFVo6cmVy6Ilm1NTOFCoA/s2048/puente.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1148" data-original-width="2048" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEije1MMgLizZ0XxkUUCV9TKIDeVT3LvqXjZzoIIR-M361FC4DXTW6nj2WJW5e9pOmWifmd6X5lBle2_sAptobtICXdTk1Hh3KR8SRnkbmehxN0kmsH2n6ecFpwFVo6cmVy6Ilm1NTOFCoA/w640-h358/puente.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>A ti, puente que llevas tatuados pasos de siglos.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>Puente hecho de piedras y de leyendas.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>Mis pies, al recorrerte, sienten cosquillas,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>como si fueran las mismas caricias<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"><b>de aquellos amantes que un día lo cruzaron.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: georgia;"> -marian tarazona-</span></p></div><p><br /></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-9041835126805465152021-01-24T10:04:00.004+01:002022-10-06T18:59:18.673+02:00128.Noche de azul y sangre<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbRHYw8yjVJekYFoU6W6CFF2a5qev3KML4HPTRoKdwENrAFSdXErtRcbGcdp6EfEoU7rx2ucN8FB2msBrcXI3KLVUypNA3VxcXQjAhLFARAuBouzEOVraZna7gUwswYVyeWviCKOq4YXA/s2048/IMG_20210124_095702.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1539" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbRHYw8yjVJekYFoU6W6CFF2a5qev3KML4HPTRoKdwENrAFSdXErtRcbGcdp6EfEoU7rx2ucN8FB2msBrcXI3KLVUypNA3VxcXQjAhLFARAuBouzEOVraZna7gUwswYVyeWviCKOq4YXA/w400-h300/IMG_20210124_095702.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Si de nuevo un día,</b></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>tus ojos vuelven </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>a iluminar mis sueños,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>sacrificaré la luna,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>y con su sangre</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>escribiré jirones en las nubes, </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><b>para borrar horas amargas... </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;">-marian tarazona-</span></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-35838451000648549482020-12-09T20:17:00.003+01:002022-10-06T19:08:17.063+02:00127.Anochece<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGP2lFB1NadB4scP-Esb6RvKOQwqXW6JAVqm5nZFL5UUmQNFiGCnHMz4TqDPY0pmLdONJlaVMhhcOHSPTuzoheWlWWtGOmmR3IRb1mxFOkfakRWiSkubknbLu4RAFIH2-qRDZmheuYN4/s2000/facebook_1607516107778_6742411240920567852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1378" data-original-width="2000" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGP2lFB1NadB4scP-Esb6RvKOQwqXW6JAVqm5nZFL5UUmQNFiGCnHMz4TqDPY0pmLdONJlaVMhhcOHSPTuzoheWlWWtGOmmR3IRb1mxFOkfakRWiSkubknbLu4RAFIH2-qRDZmheuYN4/w400-h275/facebook_1607516107778_6742411240920567852.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b> <span style="color: #45818e; font-family: georgia;">Anochece</span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: georgia;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: georgia;"><b>mientras mis pupilas guardan <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: georgia;"><b>imágenes de cunas<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: georgia;"><b>y bautismo de reyes. <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: georgia;"><b>De otros siglos, <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: georgia;"><b>de otras tierras.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: georgia;"><b>Y mientras tanto...<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: georgia;"><b>Anochece.</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: georgia;">-marian tarazona-</span><o:p></o:p></p><p></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-78362841021070300252020-11-18T20:43:00.005+01:002022-10-06T19:09:57.673+02:00129.Esperando la primavera<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLamgRJB3RCtX78N_kYnXXvAuARW1uwSmWD4mA_onTyUPmDlzwxevFAJMxdbAdoTVKO8ROMKGkjBunl-Q3PY87TUOYaLSt9kPPQfrDme7prp4ue8Jmxt4RwT2qKv3rttmguSMRmuApVI/s2048/edredon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1516" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLamgRJB3RCtX78N_kYnXXvAuARW1uwSmWD4mA_onTyUPmDlzwxevFAJMxdbAdoTVKO8ROMKGkjBunl-Q3PY87TUOYaLSt9kPPQfrDme7prp4ue8Jmxt4RwT2qKv3rttmguSMRmuApVI/w296-h400/edredon.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b>Edredón de blandas hojas,</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;">dulces ocres</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b>mezclas de rojizos,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b>dando calor,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b>y preservando,<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b>la vida que regresa<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia;"><b>cada primavera.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia; font-size: small;">-marian tarazona-</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p></div><p></p>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675798735444175747.post-28826878491939436292020-11-17T08:00:00.006+01:002022-10-06T19:10:48.223+02:00130.Tierra árida<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1hWb3wS83W3Zsntf2Ee-Xw9SNuqoA7_MoNsBgdV_zZEYMmzXen3qWgTONOdH0ycwAFfa5U5Ink_E38Dv6Jg3QocleHuYFjAKjKXFdN0OPvnetMScvC7REWP9t04TLHD7YEUiCfoKPIwI/s2048/IMG_20201117_075352.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1hWb3wS83W3Zsntf2Ee-Xw9SNuqoA7_MoNsBgdV_zZEYMmzXen3qWgTONOdH0ycwAFfa5U5Ink_E38Dv6Jg3QocleHuYFjAKjKXFdN0OPvnetMScvC7REWP9t04TLHD7YEUiCfoKPIwI/w400-h300/IMG_20201117_075352.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><b>Páramos agrestes <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><b>en espera <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><b>de la ansiada
lluvia, <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><b>de la vida, <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><b>lo mismo busca el
amante <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><b>la boca amada, <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><b>ávidas sus manos, <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><b>ávidos sus poros<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><b>de sensaciones.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;">-marian tarazona-</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>-marian tarazona-http://www.blogger.com/profile/16590416164645974714noreply@blogger.com0