<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:12:34.394-08:00</updated><category term='RELATOS'/><category term='POESIA MITOLOGICA'/><category term='ESPECIAL DE NAVIDAD'/><category term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><category term='CUENTOS'/><category term='POEMAS GOTICOS'/><category term='POEMAS TESTIMONIALES'/><category term='POEMAS SENSUALES'/><category term='POEMAS VARIOS'/><category term='CARTAS DE AMOR'/><category term='POEMAS MIX'/><category term='POEMAS DE TRISTEZA'/><category term='PROSA POETICA'/><category term='CUENTO'/><category term='POEMAS ALEGORICOS'/><title type='text'>alejandra arqués arranz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-3172297981695199526</id><published>2011-04-09T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:28:08.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PROSA POETICA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4yFZDKpYx4/TaEUpHsXSMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8m3ldjcPjQ4/s1600/cedro-blanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593774908843182274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4yFZDKpYx4/TaEUpHsXSMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8m3ldjcPjQ4/s320/cedro-blanco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AQUEL CEDRO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Aquel cedro siempre estuvo allí, no sé desde cuando. La noche del temporal nos dejó inquietos. Al regresar había un enorme espacio vacío que dejaba ver los nubarrones corriendo por el cielo lloroso. Quitaron el viejo árbol derribado por el viento. Nunca más volví a escuchar las Alondras cantando en el amanecer..." Patricio Portales Coya. Poeta, escritor y amigo chileno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cedro azul, de forma cónica tu copa. De niña me abrazada a tu rugoso tronco, me llenaba de energía y compartía el canto de las aves que alojabas en tu generosa fronda. Allí en lo más alto, estaban los nidos, tan altos imposibles de alcanzar. Recuerdas un día te pedí: -Háblame de tu energía, mientras acariciaba tus raíces enmarañadas, que se perdían en la tierra muy profundo. Ciclópeo y exuberante te erigías hasta el cielo, y en mi torpeza infantil soñaba con escalarte. Tus hojas eran pinchudas y tú sombra un oasis refrescante, donde resguardabas a esta empedernida soñadora. Cuántos años me aliviaste del calor? Soportamos juntos tantos tórridos veranos. En mi inocencia esperaba que en tu quietud silenciosa, me revelarás los misterios del cielo, los secretos de la noche y de la tierra. Cuántas veces me enojaba por no entender tu lenguaje, pero un día llovió, soplo el viento, cimbraron tus ramas, ese día descubrí tu voz y comprendí el mudo lenguaje de la naturaleza. Fuiste el confidente, de mis años adolescentes. Bajo tu sombra benigna, aún recuerdo aquel beso. En tu corteza estampamos dos iniciales y un corazón tembloroso, un testigo discreto de ese primer amor. Perdónanos si te hicimos daño, esa no fue la intención sólo queríamos perpetuar a ese amor naciente. El sólo pensar en ti hace que la vida vibre. Maldigo al brusco viento, que sin piedad arranco tus raíces de la tierra. Maldigo al empecinado tiempo, que lentamente se ha llevado todo lo que he amado y ahora te llevo a vos. Mientras de nuevo abrazo tu tronco viejo y vencido, me sacude la emoción. Y, yo, te soñé perenne, no pensé que también morías. Sin duda pronto he de acompañarte viejo amigo, en los jardines del cielo volveremos a nuestros años mozuelos. Hasta pronto silencioso amigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ONE CEDAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;That cedar was always there, I do not know since when. The night of the storm left us uneasy. Returning was a huge empty space that showed the clouds racing across the sky weeping. Removed the old tree felled by the wind. Never again to hear the lark singing at dawn ... " Patricio Portales Coya. Poet, writer and friend from Chile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cedar Blue, taper your cup. As a child I embraced your trunk rough, filled me with energy and shared the singing of birds to stay in your generous foliage. There at the top, were the nests, so high beyond reach. Remember one day you asked: "Tell me about your energy, stroking your tangled roots that were lost in the deep earth. Cyclopean and lush you stood up to heaven, and my childhood dream of escalarte clumsiness. Your leaves were Pinchudos and you shadow a refreshing oasis where hardened shelter to the dreamer. How old me relief from the heat? Endure with so many hot summers. In my innocence expect that your quiet stillness, I will reveal the mysteries of heaven, the secrets of the night and the earth. How many times I get angry for not understand your language, but one day it rained, the wind blowing, Formwork your branches, that day I discovered your voice and understood the silent language of nature. You were the confidant, my teenage years. Under your shadow benign, I still remember that kiss. In crust we stamp your two initials and a trembling heart, a quiet witness of that first love. Forgive us if we hurt you, that was not intended just wanted to perpetuate this budding love. The thought of you makes life vibrate. I curse the sharp wind that mercilessly ripped your roots of earth. Stubborn curse the time that has slowly taken everything I loved and now I'm taking you. While hug your torso back up old and I shook with emotion. And I, I dreamed perennial, did not think I was dying. No doubt soon I will go with old friend in the gardens of heaven back to our years lads. So long silent friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ONE CEDAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;"C'est de cèdre a toujours été là, je ne sais pas depuis quand. La nuit de la tempête nous a laissé mal à l'aise. Retour a été un grand vide qui a montré les nuages ​​de course à travers le ciel en pleurant. Suppression le vieil arbre abattu par le vent. Jamais encore une fois pour entendre le chant alouette à l'aube ... " Patricio Portales Coya. Poète, écrivain et ami du Chili &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cèdre bleu, cône votre tasse. Comme un enfant J'ai embrassé votre tronc rugueux, me remplit d'énergie et partagé le chant des oiseaux de rester dans votre feuillage généreux. Il en haut, ont été les nids, si haut hors de portée. Rappelez-vous un jour vous avez demandé: "Parlez-moi de votre énergie, votre caressant racines enchevêtrées qui ont été perdus dans la terre profonde. Cyclopéens et luxuriante vous vous êtes levés au ciel, et mon rêve d'enfance de la maladresse escalarte. Vos feuilles ont été Pinchudos et vous l'ombre d'une oasis de fraîcheur où l'abri durci pour le rêveur. Quel âge me soulager de la chaleur? Endure avec tant d'étés chauds. Dans mon innocence s'attendre à ce que votre silence tranquille, je vais vous révéler les mystères du ciel, les secrets de la nuit et la terre. Combien de fois je me fâche de ne pas comprendre votre langue, mais un jour il pleuvait, le vent qui souffle, de coffrage vos succursales, ce jour-là que j'ai découvert votre voix et comprendre le langage muet de la nature. Vous avez été le confident, mon adolescence. Sous ton ombre bénigne, je me souviens encore de ce baiser. Dans la croûte nous tampon vos deux initiales et un cœur tremblant, un témoin silencieux de ce premier amour. Pardonnez-nous si nous vous blesser, ce n'était pas destiné seulement voulu perpétuer cet amour naissant. La pensée de vous fait vibrer la vie. Je maudis le vent piquant qui sans pitié Déchirent vos racines de la terre. Têtu maudire le temps qui a lentement pris tout ce que j'aimais et maintenant je vous emmène. Bien hug votre torse sauvegarder vieux et j'ai serré par l'émotion. Et moi, je rêvais vivaces, ne pense pas que je mourais. Nul doute que bientôt je vais aller avec vieil ami dans les jardins du paradis à nos gars ans. Tant ami silencieux. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-3172297981695199526?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/3172297981695199526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2011/04/aquel-cedro-aquel-cedro-siempre-estuvo_09.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/3172297981695199526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/3172297981695199526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2011/04/aquel-cedro-aquel-cedro-siempre-estuvo_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4yFZDKpYx4/TaEUpHsXSMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8m3ldjcPjQ4/s72-c/cedro-blanco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-1728828716569532360</id><published>2011-03-24T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T06:33:55.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELATOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CUENTOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouHXJKs6xkM/TYtH-qlO7mI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NDoEHUU9zrk/s1600/divagando_todoeldolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587638904591150690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouHXJKs6xkM/TYtH-qlO7mI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NDoEHUU9zrk/s320/divagando_todoeldolor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TERMINAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminar la secuencia de ver pasar la vida, esa charada disfrazada de cortejo fúnebre acompañando al cadáver en que nos trasformamos cada día, cuando tentamos una sonrisa en medio de un océano de hipocresía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un carnaval donde las máscaras propias y ajenas esconden los rostros de la desidia, la verdad se oculta detrás de la mirada yerta, vacía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminar la secuencia de la vida, este circo de penas, de condenas, donde los alegatos se extinguen, y la sentencia pronto llega: “ser víctima inocente o cruel victimario”….decisión inquietante…”ir al cielo o al infierno” como morada eterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrusel enloquecido de pasiones desbocadas, donde todo vale y la nada te envicia de in dolencia. Condenados a beber  veneno de serpientes consagradas al Dios de los abismos de la noche a quien rendimos pleitesías sin saberlo. Sin darnos cuenta que los valores se desmoronan, donde la moral se desintegra, donde la maldad se privilegia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminar la secuencia de la vida, desterrar arrebatos, impulsos, desvaríos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una campana suena en el bourdel del diablo…y el condenado grita en horroroso silencio: -”Dónde esta dios, dónde esta”-.. Ocupado en su indolencia de Dios abúlico o divertido mirando orgías de violencia y fuego, sembradíos de muerte. De pronto se escucha un veredicto: -“Culpable, por blasfemo culpable”-.&lt;br /&gt;Una vez más la pena llega tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Él reo fue asesinado antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Complete sequence of seeing life go, this charade masquerading as mourners accompanied the body in which we transform it every day when we tempt a smile amidst a sea of ​​hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A carnival masks which hide their own and others'faces apathy, the truth is hidden behind the look stiff, empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Complete sequence of life, this circus of sentences, of sentences, where the allegations are extinguished, and the decision comes soon, "innocent victim or victimizer cruel" .... decision disturbing ... "going to heaven or to hell" as a dwelling eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unbridled passions crazed carousel, where anything goes and nothing you addicted to in condition. Condemned to drink snake venom consecrated to God from the depths of the night who unknowingly pay homage. Without realizing that the values ​​are crumbling, where morality decays, where evil is privileged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Complete sequence of life, banishing outbursts, impulses, ravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A bell rings in the Bourdel of the devil ... and the damned horrific screams in silence: - "Where is God, where is" -.. Busy apathetic indolence of God or funny looking orgies of violence and fire, crops of death. Suddenly you hear a verdict - "guilty, guilty blasphemer" -.&lt;br /&gt; Again, the late penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The inmate was killed earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Séquence complète de voir la vie passer, cette mascarade déguisée en deuil accompagné le corps dans lequel nous transformer tous les jours quand nous tenter un sourire au milieu d'une mer de l'hypocrisie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Un carnaval des masques qui cachent leurs propres et d'autres visages de l'apathie, la vérité qui se cache derrière l'apparence raide, vide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Séquence complète de la vie, ce cirque des peines, des peines, lorsque les allégations sont éteintes, et la décision vient bientôt », victime innocente ou bourreau cruel" .... décision troublante ... "aller au ciel ou en enfer», comme un logement éternelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Déchaînement des passions folles carrousel, où tout est permis et rien ne vous accro à la condition. Condamné à boire le venin de serpent consacrée à Dieu du plus profond de la nuit qui, sans le savoir rendre hommage. Sans se rendre compte que les valeurs s'effritent, où la moralité s'efface, où le mal est privilégiée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Séquence complète de la vie, bannir des explosions, des impulsions, délires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Une cloche sonne dans le Bourdel du diable ... et les damnés horribles cris dans le silence: - «Où est Dieu, où est" -.. Occupé indolence apathique de Dieu ou drôles orgies à la recherche de la violence et le feu, les cultures de la mort. Soudain, vous entendez un verdict - «coupable, coupable blasphémateur" -.&lt;br /&gt; Encore une fois, la pénalité de retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Le détenu a été tué plus tôt.&lt;br /&gt;EscucharLeer fonéticamente&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-1728828716569532360?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/1728828716569532360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2011/03/terminar-terminar-la-secuencia-de-ver.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/1728828716569532360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/1728828716569532360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2011/03/terminar-terminar-la-secuencia-de-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouHXJKs6xkM/TYtH-qlO7mI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NDoEHUU9zrk/s72-c/divagando_todoeldolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-5276242561221354703</id><published>2011-02-19T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T09:49:10.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVIRw3axVLs/TWAB-GlFzCI/AAAAAAAAALs/6nsMJAoA-OQ/s1600/si3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575458505114373154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVIRw3axVLs/TWAB-GlFzCI/AAAAAAAAALs/6nsMJAoA-OQ/s320/si3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUEGO EN EL ALMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrefrenable fuego&lt;br /&gt;ensimismado&lt;br /&gt;breves llamaradas&lt;br /&gt;incendiándome&lt;br /&gt;encendiendo todas las hogueras de mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;iluminando los sentidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crepita tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;en lengua incontenible&lt;br /&gt;en flamígeras tonalidades&lt;br /&gt;invades todo mi universo&lt;br /&gt;y ahí eres tan mío&lt;br /&gt;tan cercano y amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, tan sólo con verte vibro&lt;br /&gt;se armonizan los elementos&lt;br /&gt;se inflama mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;centelleos de rutilantes rojos&lt;br /&gt;arden mis ojos, aunque no lo veas&lt;br /&gt;ni jamás lo sepas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque mi amor es así&lt;br /&gt;silencioso&lt;br /&gt;discreto&lt;br /&gt;resignado&lt;br /&gt;pero en mí interior ardo&lt;br /&gt;un fuego invisible y candente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuego en el alma&lt;br /&gt;ciñendo mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;la tristeza gravita cuando despierto&lt;br /&gt;se pulverizan mis sueño&lt;br /&gt;mujer espectral con aliento a cenizas&lt;br /&gt;eso soy&lt;br /&gt;en eso me he convertido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lluvia ácida las lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;humo asfixiante la realidad&lt;br /&gt;me sacude y noquea&lt;br /&gt;la piromanía fenece&lt;br /&gt;en un sigiloso silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un eco retumba en la sombra&lt;br /&gt;repetido hasta el infinito&lt;br /&gt;nunca seré tu amor&lt;br /&gt;sólo tú amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que nunca sabrás&lt;br /&gt;es de mi amor por vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRE IN THE SOUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uncontrollable fire&lt;br /&gt; absorbed&lt;br /&gt; short flares&lt;br /&gt; on fire&lt;br /&gt; lighting fires all my dreams&lt;br /&gt; lighting up senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your name crackles&lt;br /&gt; irrepressible language&lt;br /&gt; in flaming shades&lt;br /&gt; invades my universe&lt;br /&gt; and there are so mine&lt;br /&gt; so near and dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, just to see vibro&lt;br /&gt; harmonizing the elements&lt;br /&gt; my heart swells&lt;br /&gt; Flashes of red sparkling&lt;br /&gt; burn my eyes but not see it&lt;br /&gt; never will know ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because my love is true&lt;br /&gt; silent&lt;br /&gt; discrete&lt;br /&gt; resigned&lt;br /&gt; but inside me burn&lt;br /&gt; an invisible fire and burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fire in the soul&lt;br /&gt; girding my dreams&lt;br /&gt; gravitates sadness when I wake up&lt;br /&gt; my dream is sprayed&lt;br /&gt; spectral woman ashes on her breath&lt;br /&gt; that I am&lt;br /&gt; in that I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Acid rain tears&lt;br /&gt; reality choking smoke&lt;br /&gt; shakes and knocks me&lt;br /&gt; it concluded Pyromania&lt;br /&gt; in a stealthy silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; An echo resounds in the shade&lt;br /&gt; repeated endlessly&lt;br /&gt; I'll never be your love&lt;br /&gt; only you friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You'll ever know&lt;br /&gt; is my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRE IN THE SOUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Incendie incontrôlable&lt;br /&gt; absorbée&lt;br /&gt; fusées à court&lt;br /&gt; sur le feu&lt;br /&gt; allumer des feux tous mes rêves&lt;br /&gt; d'éclairage les sens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Votre nom crépite&lt;br /&gt; langue irrépressible&lt;br /&gt; des flammes de couleurs&lt;br /&gt; envahit mon univers&lt;br /&gt; et il ya tellement de mine&lt;br /&gt; si proche et cher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oui, juste pour voir vibro&lt;br /&gt; l'harmonisation des éléments&lt;br /&gt; mon cœur se gonfle&lt;br /&gt; Flashes de mousseux rouge&lt;br /&gt; Burn My Eyes, mais pas le voir&lt;br /&gt; ne saura jamais ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Parce que mon amour est vrai&lt;br /&gt; le silence&lt;br /&gt; discrets&lt;br /&gt; démissionné&lt;br /&gt; mais à l'intérieur me brûler&lt;br /&gt; un feu invisible et la gravure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fire in the Soul&lt;br /&gt; ceindre mes rêves&lt;br /&gt; gravite tristesse quand je me réveille&lt;br /&gt; mon rêve est pulvérisé&lt;br /&gt; cendres femme spectrale sur son souffle&lt;br /&gt; que je suis&lt;br /&gt; en ce que je suis devenu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Larmes pluies acides&lt;br /&gt; réalité fumée suffocante&lt;br /&gt; secoue et me frappe&lt;br /&gt; elle a conclu Pyromania&lt;br /&gt; dans un silence furtif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Un écho résonne dans l'ombre&lt;br /&gt; répète à l'infini&lt;br /&gt; Je ne serai jamais ton amour&lt;br /&gt; seulement à vos amis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vous ne sauras jamais&lt;br /&gt; C'est mon amour pour vous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5276242561221354703?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/5276242561221354703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2011/02/fuego-en-el-alma-irrefrenable-fuego.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5276242561221354703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5276242561221354703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2011/02/fuego-en-el-alma-irrefrenable-fuego.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVIRw3axVLs/TWAB-GlFzCI/AAAAAAAAALs/6nsMJAoA-OQ/s72-c/si3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-5716335498996284786</id><published>2011-01-11T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T10:03:53.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS TESTIMONIALES'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TSybQkgiYHI/AAAAAAAAALc/4kNwhtFnN-c/s1600/167928_1819965898945_1234080374_2182780_764566_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560990348876079218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TSybQkgiYHI/AAAAAAAAALc/4kNwhtFnN-c/s320/167928_1819965898945_1234080374_2182780_764566_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LA PALABRA ME ESQUIVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El silencio me invade,&lt;br /&gt;se ciegan los ojos de mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;tambaleo en abismos,&lt;br /&gt;y una voz  mitiga mis miedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este silencio que  embiste,&lt;br /&gt;devora mis entrañas,&lt;br /&gt;me sumerge en  un mar infinito,&lt;br /&gt;de  angustia que crece y crece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un ataque artero,&lt;br /&gt;el silencio me hiere&lt;br /&gt;agranda este dolor,&lt;br /&gt;de ausencia de palabras,&lt;br /&gt;de mutismo severo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me asalta el espanto,&lt;br /&gt;poblando mi universo,&lt;br /&gt;sembrándolo de sombras,&lt;br /&gt;todo se ve tan profundo y oscuro,&lt;br /&gt;tan solitario y mudo,&lt;br /&gt;y sin embargo afuera brilla el sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y dentro mío sólo lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;un duelo infinito,&lt;br /&gt;plegarias y rezos,&lt;br /&gt;esperando el milagro,&lt;br /&gt;que resucite a la esquiva palabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORD ELUDES ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Silence invades me&lt;br /&gt; will blind the eyes of my soul&lt;br /&gt; lurch into the abyss,&lt;br /&gt; and mitigates voice my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This silence rushes,&lt;br /&gt; devours my heart,&lt;br /&gt; I plunged into an endless sea,&lt;br /&gt; anxiety that grows and grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As a cunning attack,&lt;br /&gt; the silence hurts me&lt;br /&gt; enlarges this pain,&lt;br /&gt; absence of words,&lt;br /&gt; severe mutism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I am overcome the fear,&lt;br /&gt; populate my universe&lt;br /&gt; sowing shadows&lt;br /&gt; everything looks so deep and dark&lt;br /&gt; as solitary and silent&lt;br /&gt; and yet the sun shines out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And inside me just rain&lt;br /&gt; a duel infinite&lt;br /&gt; prayers and prayers,&lt;br /&gt; waiting for the miracle&lt;br /&gt; to resurrect the elusive Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LE MOT M'ÉCHAPPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Silence m'envahit&lt;br /&gt; l'aveugle les yeux de mon âme&lt;br /&gt; embardée dans l'abîme,&lt;br /&gt; et atténue les voix mes craintes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ce silence se précipite,&lt;br /&gt; dévore mon cœur,&lt;br /&gt; Je me suis plongé dans une mer sans fin,&lt;br /&gt; l'anxiété qui pousse et grandit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Comme une attaque astucieuse,&lt;br /&gt; le silence me fait mal&lt;br /&gt; élargit cette douleur,&lt;br /&gt; absence de mots,&lt;br /&gt; mutisme sévère.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Et je suis surmonter la peur,&lt;br /&gt; peuplent mon univers&lt;br /&gt; ombres à l'ensemencement&lt;br /&gt; tout semble si profonde et si sombre&lt;br /&gt; aussi solitaire et silencieux&lt;br /&gt; et pourtant le soleil brille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Et à l'intérieur de moi la pluie&lt;br /&gt; un duel infini&lt;br /&gt; prières et les prières,&lt;br /&gt; attend le miracle&lt;br /&gt; pour ressusciter le mot insaisissable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5716335498996284786?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/5716335498996284786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-palabra-me-esquiva-el-silencio-me.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5716335498996284786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5716335498996284786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-palabra-me-esquiva-el-silencio-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TSybQkgiYHI/AAAAAAAAALc/4kNwhtFnN-c/s72-c/167928_1819965898945_1234080374_2182780_764566_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-3224105588215069282</id><published>2010-12-25T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T05:55:30.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PROSA POETICA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TRX3ehI_xCI/AAAAAAAAALU/HHKe1a_o6r0/s1600/feliznavidad2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554617819095614498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TRX3ehI_xCI/AAAAAAAAALU/HHKe1a_o6r0/s320/feliznavidad2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SINTESÍS DE MÍ 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otro año que se va, para dar espacio a un nuevo año.&lt;br /&gt;Cuántos sueños, cuantas cosas construye nuestra imaginación pensando en el porvenir, pero hay que mirar atrás y recordar todos nuestros aciertos y por supuesto los errores.&lt;br /&gt;Para mí el dos mil diez ha sido un año de grandes cambios, y de grandes batallas para reconquistar territorios perdidos.&lt;br /&gt;Las batallas agotan, desgastan nuestra energía. Pero para ganar batallas se necesita estrategia, tener conciencia de que se pagara un tributo, y luego se abrirán las puertas de los dilemas, de los planteos, y los costos que uno esta dispuesto a pagar para garantizar la victoria.&lt;br /&gt;Quizás por estos motivos me llame a silencio, no es fácil alcanzar el silencio cuando uno ama tanto a la palabra.&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno son decisiones que se toman en tiempos azarosos.&lt;br /&gt;Donde los caminos muchas veces se transforman en intrincados laberintos, en sitios muy difíciles de explorar, y más aún de encontrar la salida real.&lt;br /&gt;Concluyo que encontrar el camino correcto no es sencillo, pero al intentar lograrlo se afinan los sentidos, se esta más alerta, nos volvemos más astutos para finalmente lograr ser, lo que deseamos ser.&lt;br /&gt;Al utilizar todas nuestras armas descubrimos que crecimos, que tenemos nuevas cicatrices, y que cada una de ellas valió la pena.&lt;br /&gt;De este 2010, rescato momentos bellos, felices inolvidables, los milagros. Pero la vida es como una rosa, delicada, suave, bella, pero sin olvidar que tiene espinas.&lt;br /&gt;No crean que toda ha sido maravilloso, también hubo lágrimas, penas, miedo, renunciamientos.&lt;br /&gt;Siento que todo estuvo bien, fue parte del aprender, estoy agradecida, por sentir, por estar viva, por amar y ser amada.&lt;br /&gt;También debo confesar que estoy intrigada por lo que me depara el futuro, pero entretanto agradezco el aquí y ahora, el poder compartir mis pensamientos y sentimientos con todos ustedes mis amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero aprovechar para saludar a todos deseándoles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos aquellos que me acompañan, el deseo de Esperanza y reencuentro que tanto nos hace falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synthesis of my 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year goes, to make room for a new year.&lt;br /&gt;Many dreams, all things build our imagination thinking about the future, but we must look back and remember all our successes and mistakes of course.&lt;br /&gt;For me two thousand ten has been a year of great change and great battles to regain lost territory.&lt;br /&gt;The battles exhausted, worn our energy. But to win battles you need strategy, be aware that a tribute was paid, and then open the doors of the dilemmas, the poses, and the costs one is willing to pay to secure the victory.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for these reasons I call silence, is not easy to achieve the silence when one loves the word.&lt;br /&gt;But hey are decisions made in troubled times.&lt;br /&gt;Where roads often become intricate mazes, in very difficult to explore, and even harder to find the actual output.&lt;br /&gt;Concluded that finding the right way is not easy, but try to achieve the senses are sharpened, it is more alert, we become more astute to be finally achieve what we wish to be.&lt;br /&gt;By using all our weapons discovered we grew up, we have new scars, and each was worth.&lt;br /&gt;Of 2010, rescue beautiful moments, happy unforgettable miracles. But life is like a rose, delicate, soft, beautiful, but without forgetting that it has thorns.&lt;br /&gt;Do not think that everything has been wonderful, but there were tears, sorrow, fear, renunciations.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that all was well, was part of learning, I am grateful, to feel, to be alive, to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;I must also confess that I am intrigued by what the future holds for me, but meanwhile appreciate the here and now, to share my thoughts and feelings with you all my friends ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this opportunity to greet everyone wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who accompany me, the desire for hope and reunion that we need both ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synthèse de mon 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une autre année passe, pour faire place à une nouvelle année.&lt;br /&gt;Beaucoup de rêves, toutes choses construire notre imagination penser à l'avenir, mais nous devons regarder en arrière et se souvenir de tous nos succès et nos erreurs de parcours.&lt;br /&gt;Pour moi, deux mille dix a été une année de grands changements et de grandes batailles de regagner le terrain perdu.&lt;br /&gt;Les batailles épuisé, usé notre énergie. Mais pour gagner des batailles que vous besoin d'une stratégie, il faut savoir qu'un hommage a été rendu, puis ouvrir les portes des dilemmes, les poses, et les coûts on est prêt à payer pour assurer la victoire.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être pour ces raisons que j'appelle le silence, n'est pas facile d'atteindre le silence quand on aime le mot.&lt;br /&gt;Mais bon sont les décisions prises en ces temps troublés.&lt;br /&gt;Là où les routes deviennent souvent des labyrinthes, de très difficile à explorer, et encore plus difficile de trouver la sortie réelle.&lt;br /&gt;Conclu que la constatation de la bonne façon n'est pas facile, mais essayer d'atteindre les sens sont aiguisés, il est plus alerte, nous devenons plus astucieux pour être enfin réaliser ce que nous voulons être.&lt;br /&gt;En utilisant toutes nos armes découvertes nous avons grandi, nous avons de nouvelles cicatrices, et chacun en valait la peine.&lt;br /&gt;De 2010, le sauvetage de beaux moments, heureux miracles inoubliable. Mais la vie est comme une rose, délicate, douce, belle, mais sans oublier qu'elle a des épines.&lt;br /&gt;Ne croyez pas que tout a été merveilleux, mais il avait les larmes, la tristesse, la peur, de renoncements.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai le sentiment que tout allait bien, faisait partie de l'apprentissage, je suis reconnaissant, de sentir, de vivre, d'aimer et d'être aimé.&lt;br /&gt;Je dois aussi avouer que je suis intrigué par ce que l'avenir me réserve, mais en attendant, apprécions l'ici et maintenant, de partager mes pensées et mes sentiments avec vous tous mes amis ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je saisis cette occasion pour saluer tous ceux qui veulent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour tous ceux qui m'accompagnent, le désir d'espoir et de regroupement que nous avons besoin à la fois ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-3224105588215069282?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/3224105588215069282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/12/sintesis-de-mi-2010-otro-ano-que-se-va.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/3224105588215069282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/3224105588215069282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/12/sintesis-de-mi-2010-otro-ano-que-se-va.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TRX3ehI_xCI/AAAAAAAAALU/HHKe1a_o6r0/s72-c/feliznavidad2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-8652202379939306279</id><published>2010-12-15T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T03:19:37.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TQij1A7bh9I/AAAAAAAAALI/IYTUgt9_ZNY/s1600/guirnaldas2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550866671911798738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TQij1A7bh9I/AAAAAAAAALI/IYTUgt9_ZNY/s320/guirnaldas2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TQijC3l4byI/AAAAAAAAALA/bGwRzgFvHhE/s1600/garden8.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550865810412039970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TQijC3l4byI/AAAAAAAAALA/bGwRzgFvHhE/s320/garden8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para todos aquellos que me acompañan..el deseo de Esperanza y reencuentro que tanto nos hace falta, y que el 2011 nos encuentre con salud, trabajo, paz, amor...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-8652202379939306279?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/8652202379939306279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/12/para-todos-aquellos-que-me-acompanan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/8652202379939306279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/8652202379939306279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/12/para-todos-aquellos-que-me-acompanan.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TQij1A7bh9I/AAAAAAAAALI/IYTUgt9_ZNY/s72-c/guirnaldas2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-2729862222534277259</id><published>2010-12-01T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T03:17:27.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TPYuBm_UrpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f--cTj4xpPQ/s1600/017.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545670596334235282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TPYuBm_UrpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f--cTj4xpPQ/s320/017.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TE AMO SIN SABER COMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te amo porque seas como un océano,&lt;br /&gt;por tu aroma a brisa marina,&lt;br /&gt;ni por el sabor a sal&lt;br /&gt;cuando me asalta el deseo&lt;br /&gt;esas ganas de ser uno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te amo porque seas fuerte como un roble,&lt;br /&gt;ni porque seas perfecto&lt;br /&gt;o tengas la belleza de Adonis&lt;br /&gt;no te amo porque seas gema&lt;br /&gt;ó flecha de claveles que irradian fuego:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,&lt;br /&gt;discretamente&lt;br /&gt;secretamente,&lt;br /&gt;en silencio&lt;br /&gt;entre la sombra y el alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo como planta que no florece&lt;br /&gt;que llevo dentro de mí escondida,&lt;br /&gt;la luz de aquellas flores,&lt;br /&gt;que gracias a tu amor&lt;br /&gt;vive oscuro en mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;y el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo sin saber como,&lt;br /&gt;ni cuando,&lt;br /&gt;ni donde,&lt;br /&gt;ni porque&lt;br /&gt;simplemente te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo directamente sin explicaciones,&lt;br /&gt;ni orgullo así te amo&lt;br /&gt;porque no sé amar de otra manera,&lt;br /&gt;sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,&lt;br /&gt;tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;es mía…&lt;br /&gt;tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU NOT KNOW HOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you not because you're like an ocean,&lt;br /&gt;for your scented breeze,&lt;br /&gt;nor by the taste of salt&lt;br /&gt;when desire assaulted me&lt;br /&gt;that desire to be a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you not because you're strong as an oak,&lt;br /&gt;or because you're perfect&lt;br /&gt;or have the beauty of Adonis&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you are not gem&lt;br /&gt;or arrow of carnations that radiate heat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you as certain dark things are loved,&lt;br /&gt;quietly&lt;br /&gt;secretly&lt;br /&gt;silent&lt;br /&gt;between the shadow and the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you like a plant that never blooms&lt;br /&gt;I have inside of me hidden&lt;br /&gt;In light of those flowers,&lt;br /&gt;thanks to your love&lt;br /&gt;lives darkly in my body&lt;br /&gt;and the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you without knowing how,&lt;br /&gt;or when&lt;br /&gt;or where&lt;br /&gt;or because&lt;br /&gt;I love you just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you straightforwardly, without explanation,&lt;br /&gt;or pride and I love you&lt;br /&gt;because I can not love otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;well but this way I'm not you,&lt;br /&gt;so close that your hand on my chest&lt;br /&gt;is mine ...&lt;br /&gt;so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU SAIT PAS COMMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime pas parce que vous êtes comme un océan,&lt;br /&gt;pour votre brise parfumée,&lt;br /&gt;ni par le goût du sel&lt;br /&gt;quand le désir me agressé&lt;br /&gt;que le désir d'être un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime pas parce que vous êtes fort comme un chêne,&lt;br /&gt;ou parce que vous êtes parfait&lt;br /&gt;ou la beauté d'Adonis&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime parce que vous n'êtes pas joyau&lt;br /&gt;ou la flèche d'oeillets irradiant de la chaleur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime comme certaines choses sombres sont aimés,&lt;br /&gt;tranquillement&lt;br /&gt;secrètement&lt;br /&gt;le silence&lt;br /&gt;entre l'ombre et l'âme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous aime comme une plante qui ne fleurit jamais&lt;br /&gt;J'ai caché à l'intérieur de moi&lt;br /&gt;À la lumière de ces fleurs,&lt;br /&gt;grâce à ton amour&lt;br /&gt;vie sombre dans mon corps&lt;br /&gt;et le parfum dense qui monte de la terre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime sans savoir comment,&lt;br /&gt;ou lorsque&lt;br /&gt;ou lorsque&lt;br /&gt;ou parce que&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime simplement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime sans détour, sans explication,&lt;br /&gt;ou de la fierté et Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;parce que je ne peux pas aimer autrement,&lt;br /&gt;bien, mais cette façon, je ne suis pas vous,&lt;br /&gt;si près que ta main sur ma poitrine&lt;br /&gt;est à moi ...&lt;br /&gt;si proches que vos yeux se ferment que je m'endors&lt;br /&gt;EscucharLeer fonéticamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-2729862222534277259?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/2729862222534277259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/12/te-amo-sin-saber-como-no-te-amo-porque.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2729862222534277259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2729862222534277259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/12/te-amo-sin-saber-como-no-te-amo-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TPYuBm_UrpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f--cTj4xpPQ/s72-c/017.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-5678812941969281649</id><published>2010-11-23T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:05:44.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TOyAOrUZNKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rEYxWTaJ5Mw/s1600/f43777a5cb584ae8768b0c7010ea3066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542946231021024418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TOyAOrUZNKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rEYxWTaJ5Mw/s320/f43777a5cb584ae8768b0c7010ea3066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EN NOCHE DE AMOR Y SUEÑOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noche de sueños&lt;br /&gt;noche de amor&lt;br /&gt;abrazada a mi almohada&lt;br /&gt;y a mis alucinaciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse sin sombra&lt;br /&gt;predicción de eventos&lt;br /&gt;abismos insondables de goce&lt;br /&gt;me sumerge la mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse de cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;en una noche de ensueño&lt;br /&gt;demoliendo las sombras&lt;br /&gt;haciendo reinar la luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En noche de amor&lt;br /&gt;a contracorriente nada el espejo,&lt;br /&gt;se empeña enduplicar imágenes,&lt;br /&gt;de dos que quieren ser sólo uno&lt;br /&gt;de dos que quieren multiplicar el placer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino inverso de mi sueño&lt;br /&gt;en noche de amor&lt;br /&gt;para ascender a la luz debo&lt;br /&gt;en tus profundidades entrar&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;dejarme llevar por los sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN NIGHT OF LOVE AND DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Night of Love&lt;br /&gt;hugging my pillow&lt;br /&gt;and my hallucinations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollow Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;prediction of events&lt;br /&gt;unfathomable depths of enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;I dipped the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse bodies&lt;br /&gt;in a dream night&lt;br /&gt;demolishing the shadows&lt;br /&gt;rule making light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Night of Love&lt;br /&gt;to counter anything the mirror&lt;br /&gt;enduplicar strives images&lt;br /&gt;two who want to be just one&lt;br /&gt;two who want to multiply the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite way of my dream&lt;br /&gt;at night of love&lt;br /&gt;to ascend to the light I&lt;br /&gt;entering in your depths&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;get carried away by dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANS LA NUIT DE L'AMOUR ET REVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuit des Chimères&lt;br /&gt;Nuit d'Amour&lt;br /&gt;serrant mon oreiller&lt;br /&gt;et mes hallucinations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollow Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;prévision des phénomènes&lt;br /&gt;profondeurs insondables de la jouissance&lt;br /&gt;J'ai plongé l'esprit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;organismes Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;dans une nuit de rêve&lt;br /&gt;démolition de l'ombre&lt;br /&gt;règle à la légère&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans la nuit de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;pour contrer tout ce que le miroir&lt;br /&gt;enduplicar s'efforce images&lt;br /&gt;deux personnes qui veulent être une seule&lt;br /&gt;deux personnes qui veulent multiplier le plaisir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sens inverse de mon rêve&lt;br /&gt;la nuit d'amour&lt;br /&gt;pour monter à la lumière, je&lt;br /&gt;entrer dans tes profondeurs&lt;br /&gt;et&lt;br /&gt;se laisser emporter par des rêves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5678812941969281649?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/5678812941969281649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/11/en-noche-de-amor-y-suenos-noche-de.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5678812941969281649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-4833592679280990513</id><published>2010-11-14T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:20:30.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS GOTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TOA1mRAHdqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6RPK-Uu-J8Y/s1600/elvampiro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539486473180903074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TOA1mRAHdqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6RPK-Uu-J8Y/s320/elvampiro.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EL VAMPIRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Él viene como tormenta feroz,&lt;br /&gt;él viene del poniente,&lt;br /&gt;pálido  vampiro,&lt;br /&gt;con un rictus de muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Él viene lento, él viene,&lt;br /&gt;a unir su boca con mi boca,&lt;br /&gt;a envenenar mi torrente con su saliva,&lt;br /&gt;con su saliva mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras me revuelvo agitada,&lt;br /&gt;pienso y pienso&lt;br /&gt;que siempre fui leal a las causas perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;y temerosa a la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Él viene a mí con una sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;una sonrisa luminosa,&lt;br /&gt;que hace brillar el disco oscuro de sus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;se le alargan los labios,&lt;br /&gt;se me acerca peligrosamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa marmórea figura helada me hipnotiza,&lt;br /&gt;su mirada profunda y dominante,&lt;br /&gt;me embelesa con su terrible música,&lt;br /&gt;me asustan  sus colmillos malditos y afilados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Él tiene  la divina forma de la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;y sin embargo  parece tan  humano,&lt;br /&gt;un símbolo de profético su presencia,&lt;br /&gt;hace que se  estremezca mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Él es  algo imaginario, un mito,&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez la mano de un escultor lo ha labrado.&lt;br /&gt;Él se presenta,&lt;br /&gt;espiritualmente trasfigurado en espiritual transfiguración&lt;br /&gt;¿Merece vivir una eternidad?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sojuzgada su sangre por la gracia de la inmortalidad,&lt;br /&gt;Él avanza sin temores,&lt;br /&gt;es el emisario de una muerte eterna.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo atino a gritar. ¡Detente Nosferatu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE VAMPIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes as a ferocious storm,&lt;br /&gt;it comes from the west&lt;br /&gt;pale vampire,&lt;br /&gt;with a rictus of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is slow, it comes&lt;br /&gt;to join his mouth with my mouth&lt;br /&gt;to poison my stream with its saliva,&lt;br /&gt;with its deadly saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rummage agitated&lt;br /&gt;think and think&lt;br /&gt;I was always loyal to lost causes,&lt;br /&gt;and scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes to me with a smile&lt;br /&gt;a bright smile,&lt;br /&gt;that shines the dark disk of your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;will lengthen the lips,&lt;br /&gt;I was dangerously close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marble figure ice hypnotize me,&lt;br /&gt;his eyes deep and dominant&lt;br /&gt;fascinates me with its terrible music,&lt;br /&gt;I damn scared and sharp fangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the divine form of death,&lt;br /&gt;and yet it seems so human,&lt;br /&gt;a prophetic symbol of his presence,&lt;br /&gt;makes my soul shudder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is something imaginary, myth,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the hand of sculptor has wrought.&lt;br /&gt;He presents&lt;br /&gt;spiritually transfigured into a spiritual transfiguration&lt;br /&gt;Does he deserve to live forever?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood subdued by the grace of immortality&lt;br /&gt;He moves without fear,&lt;br /&gt;is the emissary of an eternal death&lt;br /&gt;Only managed to scream. Nosferatu Stop!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LE VAMPIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il vient comme une tempête féroce,&lt;br /&gt;il vient de l'ouest&lt;br /&gt;pâle vampire,&lt;br /&gt;avec un rictus de la mort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est lent, il s'agit&lt;br /&gt;pour rejoindre sa bouche avec ma bouche&lt;br /&gt;d'empoisonner mon flux avec sa salive,&lt;br /&gt;avec sa salive mortelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme je l'ai fouiller agitée&lt;br /&gt;pense et pense&lt;br /&gt;J'ai toujours été fidèle à des causes perdues,&lt;br /&gt;et peur de la mort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il vient vers moi avec un sourire&lt;br /&gt;un sourire éclatant,&lt;br /&gt;qui brille le disque sombre de vos yeux,&lt;br /&gt;va allonger les lèvres,&lt;br /&gt;J'ai été dangereusement proche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette glace figure de marbre m'hypnotiser,&lt;br /&gt;ses yeux profonds et dominants&lt;br /&gt;me fascine avec sa musique terrible,&lt;br /&gt;J'ai peur et sacrément forte crocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est la forme divine de la mort,&lt;br /&gt;et pourtant il semble si humain,&lt;br /&gt;un symbole prophétique de sa présence,&lt;br /&gt;me fait frissonner l'âme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est quelque chose d'imaginaire, le mythe,&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être la main du sculpteur a forgé.&lt;br /&gt;Il présente&lt;br /&gt;spirituellement transfiguré en une transfiguration spirituelle&lt;br /&gt;At-il le droit de vivre pour toujours?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood subjugué par la grâce de l'immortalité&lt;br /&gt;Il se déplace sans crainte,&lt;br /&gt;est l'émissaire d'une mort éternelle.&lt;br /&gt;Seulement réussi à crier. Nosferatu Stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-4833592679280990513?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/4833592679280990513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/11/el-vampiro-el-viene-como-tormenta-feroz.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/4833592679280990513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/4833592679280990513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/11/el-vampiro-el-viene-como-tormenta-feroz.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TOA1mRAHdqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6RPK-Uu-J8Y/s72-c/elvampiro.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-4957189252811664265</id><published>2010-11-06T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:25:11.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ALEGORICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TNWcQPm28tI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CPcU1YPlhxs/s1600/the-flowers-paradise-sergey-ignatenko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536503119803249362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TNWcQPm28tI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CPcU1YPlhxs/s320/the-flowers-paradise-sergey-ignatenko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALGUNAS NOCHES ME ENCUENTRAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormida&lt;br /&gt;en posición fetal,&lt;br /&gt;los cabellos desparramados,&lt;br /&gt;y mis sueños se despliegan&lt;br /&gt;en un colchón multicolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunas noches se encuentran,&lt;br /&gt;los ojos del alma abiertos al infinito,&lt;br /&gt;y la quietud me acuna,&lt;br /&gt;me arrulla y mima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunas noches me encuentran,&lt;br /&gt;envuelta en sueños vibrantes,&lt;br /&gt;donde puedo ser montaña o llanura,&lt;br /&gt;océano insondable, cielo o duna,&lt;br /&gt;y en ese espacio soy libre de ataduras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunas noches me encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;caminando en el viento,&lt;br /&gt;la magia del sueño no tiene fronteras&lt;br /&gt;me crecen alas, soy pluma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esas noches de sosiego&lt;br /&gt;el mal no me alcanza,&lt;br /&gt;no hay desencuentros,&lt;br /&gt;ni dolores, tristezas o perdidas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en esas noches consagradas,&lt;br /&gt;el sentir se enhebra a las ideas,&lt;br /&gt;que fluyen  y se hacen versos&lt;br /&gt;y el volar no es un esfuerzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunas noches me encuentran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo algunas noches,&lt;br /&gt;logro asirme de las manos de Dios,&lt;br /&gt;que me ilumina e inunda&lt;br /&gt;me invade con la amplitud de su amor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIND ME SOME NIGHTS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;in a fetal position&lt;br /&gt;scattered hairs,&lt;br /&gt;and my dreams unfold&lt;br /&gt;multicolor on a mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nights they are,&lt;br /&gt;open mind's eye to infinity&lt;br /&gt;and stillness cradled me,&lt;br /&gt;soothes and pampers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nights I find,&lt;br /&gt;dreams wrapped in vibrant,&lt;br /&gt;where I can be mountain or plain,&lt;br /&gt;unfathomable ocean, sky and sand dune&lt;br /&gt;and in that space I am free from bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nights I find myself,&lt;br /&gt;walking in the wind&lt;br /&gt;the magic of the dream has no borders&lt;br /&gt;I grow wings, I'm pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On those nights of rest&lt;br /&gt;evil does not reach me,&lt;br /&gt;there are disagreements,&lt;br /&gt;and pain, sadness or loss ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on those nights consecrated&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is threaded to the ideas,&lt;br /&gt;that flow lines are&lt;br /&gt;and flying is not an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nights I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few nights&lt;br /&gt;cling achievement of the hands of God,&lt;br /&gt;I lit and floods&lt;br /&gt;I feel overwhelmed with the breadth of his love ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUELQUES NUITS ILS ME TROUVENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une somme&lt;br /&gt;dans une position foetale&lt;br /&gt;poils épars,&lt;br /&gt;et mes rêves se déroulent&lt;br /&gt;multicolore sur un matelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certaines nuits, ils sont,&lt;br /&gt;esprit ouvert l'œil à l'infini&lt;br /&gt;et le silence me berçait,&lt;br /&gt;apaise et me dorlote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certaines nuits, je trouve,&lt;br /&gt;rêves enveloppé dans vibrante,&lt;br /&gt;où je peux être de montagne ou de plaine,&lt;br /&gt;insondable Océan, le ciel et dunes de sable&lt;br /&gt;et dans cet espace, je suis libre de l'esclavage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certaines nuits, je me trouve,&lt;br /&gt;marcher dans le vent&lt;br /&gt;la magie du rêve n'a pas de frontières&lt;br /&gt;Je pousse des ailes, je suis stylo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par ces nuits de repos&lt;br /&gt;le mal ne me rejoindre,&lt;br /&gt;il ya des désaccords,&lt;br /&gt;et la douleur, la tristesse ou la perte ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et sur ces nuits consacrées&lt;br /&gt;le sentiment est filetée pour les idées,&lt;br /&gt;que les lignes de flux sont&lt;br /&gt;et le vol n'est pas un effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certaines nuits, je trouve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seuls quelques nuits&lt;br /&gt;s'accrochent réalisation des mains de Dieu,&lt;br /&gt;J'ai allumé et les inondations&lt;br /&gt;Je me sens dépassée par l'ampleur de son amour ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-4957189252811664265?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TNWcQPm28tI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CPcU1YPlhxs/s72-c/the-flowers-paradise-sergey-ignatenko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-6147560877120391958</id><published>2010-11-03T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T04:08:38.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TNFBnvun3sI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tuWujKJEdtY/s1600/genesis-manosdeamor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535277568097771202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TNFBnvun3sI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tuWujKJEdtY/s320/genesis-manosdeamor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;HOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La declinación&lt;br /&gt;de la boca de los verbos&lt;br /&gt;clavó su áspid y mi anhelo&lt;br /&gt;sobrevino&lt;br /&gt;en un compendio de saliva&lt;br /&gt;a dentelladas&lt;br /&gt;del mutarse la conciencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvaje&lt;br /&gt;torrente&lt;br /&gt;descalabrado de glaciares&lt;br /&gt;aprendiendo de las piedras&lt;br /&gt;el roce milenario de los besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, siempre&lt;br /&gt;Hoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Héctor Alberto Polizzi&lt;br /&gt;Argentina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;del verbo y la palabra,&lt;br /&gt;surge un haz luz&lt;br /&gt;que ilumina los labios&lt;br /&gt;y el rostro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy,&lt;br /&gt;el anhelo conmueve los sentidos&lt;br /&gt;se encauzan las vivencias&lt;br /&gt;emoción y sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;se hacen uno sólo.&lt;br /&gt;Se disparan las sensaciones,&lt;br /&gt;se revindica la vida&lt;br /&gt;el placer,&lt;br /&gt;la autorrealización y la libertad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy,&lt;br /&gt;la conciencia,&lt;br /&gt;lo primordial,&lt;br /&gt;el torrente de emociones,&lt;br /&gt;decanta en la pureza&lt;br /&gt;en lo esencial de la palabra&lt;br /&gt;del verbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, siempre&lt;br /&gt;Hoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alejandra Arqués Arranz&lt;br /&gt;Argentina &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decline&lt;br /&gt;the mouth of the verbs&lt;br /&gt;asp and I drove his desire&lt;br /&gt;came&lt;br /&gt;a compendium of saliva&lt;br /&gt;his teeth&lt;br /&gt;the mutating consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild&lt;br /&gt;torrent&lt;br /&gt;collapse of glaciers&lt;br /&gt;learning from the stones&lt;br /&gt;ancient rubbing kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, whenever&lt;br /&gt;Today ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hector Alberto Polizzi&lt;br /&gt;Argentina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the verb and the word&lt;br /&gt;light beam emerges&lt;br /&gt;that illuminates lips&lt;br /&gt;and face ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;longing stirs the senses&lt;br /&gt;experiences are channeled&lt;br /&gt;emotion and feeling&lt;br /&gt;become one.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are triggered,&lt;br /&gt;life is ien&lt;br /&gt;pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;self-realization and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;consciousness&lt;br /&gt;primary,&lt;br /&gt;the flood of emotions&lt;br /&gt;decanted into the purity&lt;br /&gt;essentially a word&lt;br /&gt;the verb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, whenever&lt;br /&gt;Today ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra Arqués Arranz&lt;br /&gt;Argentina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;AUJOURD'HUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le déclin&lt;br /&gt;la bouche des verbes&lt;br /&gt;asp et j'ai conduit son désir&lt;br /&gt;est venu&lt;br /&gt;un recueil de la salive&lt;br /&gt;ses dents&lt;br /&gt;la conscience mutation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild&lt;br /&gt;torrent&lt;br /&gt;effondrement des glaciers&lt;br /&gt;l'apprentissage des pierres&lt;br /&gt;embrassant frottant ancienne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui, chaque fois que&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hector Alberto Polizzi&lt;br /&gt;L'Argentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AUJOURD'HUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le verbe et le mot&lt;br /&gt;faisceau de lumière émerge&lt;br /&gt;qui illumine les lèvres&lt;br /&gt;et le visage ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui&lt;br /&gt;désir attise les sens&lt;br /&gt;expériences sont acheminés&lt;br /&gt;émotions et des sentiments&lt;br /&gt;le devenir.&lt;br /&gt;Les sentiments sont déclenchées,&lt;br /&gt;la vie est ien&lt;br /&gt;plaisir,&lt;br /&gt;la réalisation de soi et la liberté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui&lt;br /&gt;conscience&lt;br /&gt;primaire,&lt;br /&gt;le flot d'émotions&lt;br /&gt;décanté dans la pureté&lt;br /&gt;essentiellement un mot&lt;br /&gt;le verbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui, chaque fois que&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra Arques Arranz&lt;br /&gt;Tous droits réservés&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-6147560877120391958?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/6147560877120391958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoy-la-declinacion-de-la-boca-de-los.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/6147560877120391958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/6147560877120391958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoy-la-declinacion-de-la-boca-de-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TNFBnvun3sI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tuWujKJEdtY/s72-c/genesis-manosdeamor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-8709807273279644525</id><published>2010-10-27T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:43:41.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TMicq266cEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TdTvYGrwJTU/s1600/616d7ad92589c4828fa3e050ba278452.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532844402335707202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TMicq266cEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TdTvYGrwJTU/s320/616d7ad92589c4828fa3e050ba278452.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESTA LLUVIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrojo de mí,&lt;br /&gt;esta sombra inacabada,&lt;br /&gt;ineluctable forma de mujer,&lt;br /&gt;que lucha por ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaríciame,&lt;br /&gt;con tus ojos suaves,&lt;br /&gt;acaríciame con tus manos mansas,&lt;br /&gt;estoy tan sola aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaríciame,&lt;br /&gt;pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Acaríciame ahora.&lt;br /&gt;No lo pienses&lt;br /&gt;sólo acaríciame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy tan quieta aquí,&lt;br /&gt;tan triste y dolida,&lt;br /&gt;tan invadida de ausencia,&lt;br /&gt;de un amor que no olvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También tócame,&lt;br /&gt;tócame,&lt;br /&gt;invádeme con pasión,&lt;br /&gt;estoy presa de esta escena ardiente .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame,&lt;br /&gt;cobíjame en tu regazo,&lt;br /&gt;me siento sola sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;Acompañada de esta lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;que no cesa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS RAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw of my,&lt;br /&gt;this shadow unfinished&lt;br /&gt;ineluctable female form&lt;br /&gt;that strives to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caress,&lt;br /&gt;with your eyes soft&lt;br /&gt;touch me with your gentle hands,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caress,&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now.&lt;br /&gt;Do not think&lt;br /&gt;just touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so quiet here&lt;br /&gt;so sad and hurt,&lt;br /&gt;as invasion of absence&lt;br /&gt;a love that will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also touch me,&lt;br /&gt;touch me,&lt;br /&gt;invade me with passion,&lt;br /&gt;I am prey to this burning scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me,&lt;br /&gt;wrap me up in your lap&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely without you.&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by the rain,&lt;br /&gt;that does not stop ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CETTE PLUIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je lance de moi,&lt;br /&gt;cette ombre inachevée&lt;br /&gt;inéluctable forme féminine&lt;br /&gt;qui s'efforce d'être.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caresse,&lt;br /&gt;avec vos yeux doux&lt;br /&gt;me toucher avec vos mains douces,&lt;br /&gt;Je suis si seul ici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caresse,&lt;br /&gt;bientôt.&lt;br /&gt;Touchez-moi maintenant.&lt;br /&gt;Ne pensez pas&lt;br /&gt;vient de me toucher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis si calme ici&lt;br /&gt;si triste et si mal,&lt;br /&gt;que l'invasion de l'absence&lt;br /&gt;un amour qui ne sera pas oublié.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussi me toucher,&lt;br /&gt;me toucher,&lt;br /&gt;m'envahir avec passion,&lt;br /&gt;Je suis en proie à cette scène brûlante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiens-moi,&lt;br /&gt;moi de conclure sur vos genoux&lt;br /&gt;Je me sens seul sans toi.&lt;br /&gt;Accompagné par la pluie,&lt;br /&gt;qui ne s'arrête pas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-8709807273279644525?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/8709807273279644525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/10/esta-lluvia-arrojo-de-mi-esta-sombra.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/8709807273279644525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/8709807273279644525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/10/esta-lluvia-arrojo-de-mi-esta-sombra.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TMicq266cEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TdTvYGrwJTU/s72-c/616d7ad92589c4828fa3e050ba278452.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-5997351146843250054</id><published>2010-10-10T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T05:25:42.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TLGwQd_jA-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/npg0QDbcXvI/s1600/41119951cff52a375d0d1765f188c0c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526392014735868898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TLGwQd_jA-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/npg0QDbcXvI/s320/41119951cff52a375d0d1765f188c0c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERDIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco una luz en medio de la tormenta,&lt;br /&gt;busco la forma de evitar el naufragio,&lt;br /&gt;sin embargo se anega la esperanza,&lt;br /&gt;todo zozobra, todo se hunde&lt;br /&gt;mi mundo se hace agua,&lt;br /&gt;agua turbia, agua amarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He perdido la destreza,&lt;br /&gt;ya no soy navegante,&lt;br /&gt;he perdido el rumbo,&lt;br /&gt;no logro  alcanzar la otra orilla&lt;br /&gt;en este mar de incertidumbre,&lt;br /&gt;olvide como calcular velocidad y viento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soy más el capitán de este navío,&lt;br /&gt;y mi  poderoso transatlántico,&lt;br /&gt;es sólo un barco papel ahora.&lt;br /&gt;No recuerdo como seguir los signos,&lt;br /&gt;las estrellas ya no marcan mi curso,&lt;br /&gt;he olvidado como se usa el sextante,&lt;br /&gt;confundo el cielo y el mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes la estrella polar era mi guía,&lt;br /&gt;y el sol lo era durante el día,&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo que no temía cruzar océanos,&lt;br /&gt;y amaba descubrir nuevos destinos,&lt;br /&gt;las distancias representaban desafíos,&lt;br /&gt;hoy me sólo seducen los abismos,&lt;br /&gt;me aterra pensar en encallarme&lt;br /&gt;y no poder perderme en su infinito azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseo que las aguas me desvistan,&lt;br /&gt;anhelo que curen  mis heridas,&lt;br /&gt;que el mar me cobije en su lecho,&lt;br /&gt;Y envuelva en un sudario torrentoso&lt;br /&gt;y la corriente juegue con mi rostro.&lt;br /&gt;Dulce agua anegando paraísos perdidos.&lt;br /&gt;Guardar en mi memoria, &lt;br /&gt;la sombra de una gaviota que no deja de latir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras sigo perdida,&lt;br /&gt;en esta  profundidad interminable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking a light amid the storm&lt;br /&gt;seek ways to avoid the wreck,&lt;br /&gt;But the hope is flooded,&lt;br /&gt;all anxiety, all sinks&lt;br /&gt;My world is water&lt;br /&gt;turbid water, bitter water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost the skill,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a sailor,&lt;br /&gt;I lost my way,&lt;br /&gt;I can not reach the other side&lt;br /&gt;in this sea of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;forget how to calculate wind speed and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just the captain of this ship,&lt;br /&gt;and my strong transatlantic&lt;br /&gt;is just a paper boat now.&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember how to follow the signs&lt;br /&gt;the stars and do not mark my course,&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to use the sextant&lt;br /&gt;confuse the sky and sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Polaris was my guide,&lt;br /&gt;and the sun was during the day,&lt;br /&gt;I remember he was not afraid to cross oceans,&lt;br /&gt;and loved discovering new destinations&lt;br /&gt;distances represented challenges&lt;br /&gt;today I just seduce the abyss&lt;br /&gt;I dread to think aground&lt;br /&gt;and not to get lost in its endless blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to undress me water,&lt;br /&gt;longing to heal my wounds,&lt;br /&gt;sea that shelters me in his bed,&lt;br /&gt;And wrapped in a shroud rushing&lt;br /&gt;and the power to play with my face.&lt;br /&gt;Fresh water flooding a lost paradise.&lt;br /&gt;Save in my memory&lt;br /&gt;the shadow of a seagull that stops beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I lost&lt;br /&gt;in this endless depth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherche une lumière au milieu de la tempête&lt;br /&gt;chercher des moyens pour éviter le naufrage,&lt;br /&gt;Mais l'espoir est inondée,&lt;br /&gt;toute inquiétude, tous les éviers&lt;br /&gt;Mon monde est de l'eau&lt;br /&gt;l'eau trouble, eau amère.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai perdu l'habileté,&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas un marin,&lt;br /&gt;J'ai perdu mon chemin,&lt;br /&gt;Je ne peux pas atteindre l'autre côté&lt;br /&gt;dans cette mer d'incertitude&lt;br /&gt;oublier la façon de calculer la vitesse du vent et ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis que le capitaine de ce navire,&lt;br /&gt;et mon transatlantique forte&lt;br /&gt;est juste un bateau en papier maintenant.&lt;br /&gt;Je ne me souviens pas comment suivre les panneaux&lt;br /&gt;les étoiles et ne marque pas mon cours,&lt;br /&gt;J'ai oublié la façon d'utiliser le sextant&lt;br /&gt;confondre le ciel et la mer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avant de Polaris a été mon guide,&lt;br /&gt;et le soleil pendant la journée,&lt;br /&gt;Je me souviens qu'il n'avait pas peur de traverser les océans,&lt;br /&gt;et aimé découvrir de nouvelles destinations&lt;br /&gt;distances représentent des défis&lt;br /&gt;aujourd'hui je viens de séduire l'abîme&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ose pas imaginer échoué&lt;br /&gt;et ne pas se perdre dans son bleu infini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je veux me déshabiller de l'eau,&lt;br /&gt;désir de guérir mes blessures,&lt;br /&gt;mer qui m'a abris dans son lit,&lt;br /&gt;Et enveloppé dans un linceul se précipiter&lt;br /&gt;et la lecture en cours avec mon visage.&lt;br /&gt;L'eau douce des inondations un paradis perdu.&lt;br /&gt;Sauvegarder dans ma mémoire&lt;br /&gt;l'ombre d'une mouette qui cesse de battre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien que j'ai perdu&lt;br /&gt;dans cette profondeur sans fin&lt;br /&gt;EscucharLeer fonéticamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5997351146843250054?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/5997351146843250054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/10/perdida-busco-una-luz-en-medio-de-la.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5997351146843250054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5997351146843250054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/10/perdida-busco-una-luz-en-medio-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TLGwQd_jA-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/npg0QDbcXvI/s72-c/41119951cff52a375d0d1765f188c0c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-8921489100623492338</id><published>2010-08-16T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:23:23.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS GOTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TGllgaX4nsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JWquScwklA0/s1600/NABEIRUS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506043626946862786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TGllgaX4nsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JWquScwklA0/s320/NABEIRUS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NABEIRUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naberius, alias Cerberus, es un marqués valiente, que se muestra en la forma de un cuervo, cuando él habla con su voz estridente: hace al hombre gentil y astuto en todas las artes, especialmente en retórica. Procura la pérdida de los orgullos y dignidades: noventa legiones le escuchan y obedecen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viniste a mí disfrazado de cordero &lt;br /&gt;predicando el evangelio&lt;br /&gt;hablaste del amor al prójimo&lt;br /&gt;de servirlo como a ti mismo&lt;br /&gt;hablaste de tu fe&lt;br /&gt;viniste con tribulación&lt;br /&gt;hablando de sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;de misericordia y sacrificio&lt;br /&gt;de conmiseración&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viniste vestido de cordero&lt;br /&gt;creí que tu palabra era sincera&lt;br /&gt;pero bajo tu disfraz el mal&lt;br /&gt;el mal enmascarado de  proverbios&lt;br /&gt;hablaste de la vida&lt;br /&gt;de tu boca de serpiente&lt;br /&gt;sólo he recogido amenazas y mentiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viniste a mí disfrazado de cordero&lt;br /&gt;tu única intención el sojuzgarme&lt;br /&gt;de coaccionarme con tu ciencia&lt;br /&gt;y una creencia que no tienes            &lt;br /&gt;finalmente tras tu enojo apareciste&lt;br /&gt;como un chacal enfurecido &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viniste vestido de cordero&lt;br /&gt;pero en ti reside sólo odio y  rabia&lt;br /&gt;me mansillas con oprobios&lt;br /&gt;con tu lengua afilada como espada&lt;br /&gt;con tus actos contundentes&lt;br /&gt;con una crueldad inusitada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viniste a mí disfrazado de cordero&lt;br /&gt;si he pecado sea el cielo quien me juzgue&lt;br /&gt;la justicia no viene de manos del humano&lt;br /&gt;y menos del falso profeta&lt;br /&gt;glorificado sea Dios testigo omnipresente&lt;br /&gt;de cada acto de la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabeirus eres astuto y gentil&lt;br /&gt;tricéfalo perro cancerbero&lt;br /&gt;cuervo elocuente y afable&lt;br /&gt;abominación demonizada&lt;br /&gt;puedes engañar a los humanos&lt;br /&gt;pero de Él viene el castigo&lt;br /&gt;de Él la palabra sanadora&lt;br /&gt;será Él quien te devuelva al infierno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NABEIRUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Naberius, alias Cerberus, is a brave Marquis, shown in the form of a crow when he speaks with his shrill voice: gentle and makes men cunning in all arts, especially in rhetoric. Procura prides loss and dignities: ninety legions will listen and obey "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to me in sheep's clothing;&lt;br /&gt;preaching the gospel,&lt;br /&gt;spoke of love of neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;serving as yourself,&lt;br /&gt;you spoke of your faith,&lt;br /&gt;came with tribulation&lt;br /&gt;speaking of suffering,&lt;br /&gt;of mercy and sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;commiseration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came dressed as lamb&lt;br /&gt;I thought your speech was sincere,&lt;br /&gt;but under your costume evil&lt;br /&gt;proverbs evil masked&lt;br /&gt;talked of life,&lt;br /&gt;your mouth snake&lt;br /&gt;I've only got threats and lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to me in sheep's clothing;&lt;br /&gt;your only intention to subjugate&lt;br /&gt;of coercion in your science,&lt;br /&gt;and a belief that you do not have,&lt;br /&gt;Finally after you showed your anger,&lt;br /&gt;fury like a jackal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came dressed as lamb&lt;br /&gt;but you only hate and anger reside.&lt;br /&gt;I Mansillas with opprobrium;&lt;br /&gt;with your tongue sharp as a sword,&lt;br /&gt;with your acts strong,&lt;br /&gt;with unusual cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to me in sheep's clothing.&lt;br /&gt;If I have sinned is the sky who judge me;&lt;br /&gt;justice does not come from human hands.&lt;br /&gt;and less of the false prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory be to God witness omnipresent&lt;br /&gt;every act of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabeirus are astute and gentle;&lt;br /&gt;three-headed dog Cerberus.&lt;br /&gt;Cuervo eloquent and affable;&lt;br /&gt;abomination demonized,&lt;br /&gt;can fool humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not to him;&lt;br /&gt;punishment comes from his hand,&lt;br /&gt;from him the word healer,&lt;br /&gt;He will bring you back to hell&lt;br /&gt;who do you have your own hell ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NABEIRUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Naberius, alias Cerberus, est un brave marquis, représenté sous la forme d'un corbeau quand il parle avec sa voix aiguë: les hommes doux et rend la ruse dans tous les arts, en particulier dans la rhétorique. Procura fier perte et des dignités: quatre légions vont écouter et d'obéir "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous êtes venus à moi en vêtements de brebis;&lt;br /&gt;la prédication de l'Evangile,&lt;br /&gt;a parlé de l'amour du prochain,&lt;br /&gt;siégeant en tant que vous-même,&lt;br /&gt;vous avez parlé de votre foi,&lt;br /&gt;fourni avec tribulation&lt;br /&gt;parler de la souffrance,&lt;br /&gt;de miséricorde et de sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;commisération.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous êtes venu habillé en agneau&lt;br /&gt;J'ai pensé que votre discours était sincère,&lt;br /&gt;mais sous votre costume mal&lt;br /&gt;proverbes mal masqué&lt;br /&gt;parlé de la vie,&lt;br /&gt;la bouche de serpent&lt;br /&gt;J'ai seulement reçu des menaces et de mensonges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous êtes venus à moi en vêtements de brebis;&lt;br /&gt;votre seule intention de soumettre&lt;br /&gt;de la contrainte dans votre science,&lt;br /&gt;et la conviction que vous n'avez pas,&lt;br /&gt;Enfin après avoir montré votre colère,&lt;br /&gt;fureur comme un chacal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous êtes venu habillé en agneau&lt;br /&gt;mais vous ne la haine et la colère de résidence.&lt;br /&gt;Je Mansillas d'opprobre;&lt;br /&gt;avec votre langue acérée comme une épée,&lt;br /&gt;avec vos actes forts,&lt;br /&gt;avec une rare cruauté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous êtes venus à moi en vêtements de brebis.&lt;br /&gt;Si j'ai péché, c'est le ciel qui me juge;&lt;br /&gt;la justice ne vient pas de mains humaines.&lt;br /&gt;et moins du faux prophète.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloire à Dieu omniprésent témoin&lt;br /&gt;tous les actes de la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabeirus sont astucieux et douce;&lt;br /&gt;Cerbère, le chien à trois têtes.&lt;br /&gt;Cuervo éloquent et affable;&lt;br /&gt;abomination diabolisé,&lt;br /&gt;peuvent tromper les humains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais pas pour lui;&lt;br /&gt;la peine est de sa main,&lt;br /&gt;de lui le guérisseur mot,&lt;br /&gt;Il vous ramènera à l'enfer&lt;br /&gt;qui avez-vous votre propre enfer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-8921489100623492338?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/8921489100623492338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/08/nabeirus-naberius-alias-cerberus-es-un.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/8921489100623492338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/8921489100623492338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/08/nabeirus-naberius-alias-cerberus-es-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TGllgaX4nsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JWquScwklA0/s72-c/NABEIRUS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-8631786975739197859</id><published>2010-07-14T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:30:23.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS GOTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TD5yaXDB4tI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lgaYaYzIUhE/s1600/Angel%2520gothic%2520storm_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493954392627471058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TD5yaXDB4tI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lgaYaYzIUhE/s320/Angel%2520gothic%2520storm_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VÍA CRUCIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desolación&lt;br /&gt;calvario&lt;br /&gt;secuela de mi propia cosecha&lt;br /&gt;esta siembra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peregrinar perpetuo&lt;br /&gt;la condena&lt;br /&gt;un transitar errante&lt;br /&gt;filosas piedras&lt;br /&gt;obstáculos en mi camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una autopista  de ansiedad&lt;br /&gt;velocidad descabellada&lt;br /&gt;dolor&lt;br /&gt;soledad&lt;br /&gt;tristeza&lt;br /&gt;anarquía&lt;br /&gt;caos&lt;br /&gt;incertidumbre&lt;br /&gt;espanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espanto causa descubrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin esperanza vivo&lt;br /&gt;sin esperanza muero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locura permanente&lt;br /&gt;humana debilidad la dualidad&lt;br /&gt;que me sumerge en incierto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Designio del destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo es posible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo…yo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi peor enemiga&lt;br /&gt;la más sangrienta y letal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locura permanente&lt;br /&gt;esta dualidad, humana&lt;br /&gt;que me sumerge en incierto&lt;br /&gt;Pero sigo recorriendo la vida&lt;br /&gt;errática&lt;br /&gt;camino…camino&lt;br /&gt;con mi cruz a cuestas&lt;br /&gt;pesada cruz&lt;br /&gt;de rodillas caigo&lt;br /&gt;fustas me castigan&lt;br /&gt;en cada caída&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas derramo&lt;br /&gt;sangro&lt;br /&gt;maldita corona de espinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castigo merecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He pecado-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No llevo la cruz del mundo a cuestas&lt;br /&gt;llevo la que he forjado&lt;br /&gt;una cruz cargada&lt;br /&gt;de remordimiento&lt;br /&gt;de miedo&lt;br /&gt;de hipocresía propia y ajena&lt;br /&gt;de blasfemia&lt;br /&gt;de codicia&lt;br /&gt;de soberbia&lt;br /&gt;de sacrilegio&lt;br /&gt;de no creer en Dios&lt;br /&gt;ese Dios de los demás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pecado capital mi pecado-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre Cristo&lt;br /&gt;que sacrificio vano&lt;br /&gt;que intento inútil&lt;br /&gt;querer salvarme&lt;br /&gt;querer salvarnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vía crucis&lt;br /&gt;desolación&lt;br /&gt;calvario secuela de mi cosecha&lt;br /&gt;esta siembra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre Cristo&lt;br /&gt;que sacrificio vano&lt;br /&gt;no pudiste salvarme de mí misma&lt;br /&gt;tampoco pude hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vía crucis &lt;br /&gt;calvario merecido&lt;br /&gt;crucifixión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No merezco perdón)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAY OF THE CROSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desolation&lt;br /&gt;calvary&lt;br /&gt;sequel of my own&lt;br /&gt;this seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perpetual pilgrimage&lt;br /&gt;sentence&lt;br /&gt;a wanderer travel&lt;br /&gt;sharp stones&lt;br /&gt;obstacles in my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A highway Anxiety&lt;br /&gt;crazy speed&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;loneliness&lt;br /&gt;sadness&lt;br /&gt;anarchy&lt;br /&gt;chaos&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror discovering cause ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hope alive&lt;br /&gt;I die hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permanent Insanity&lt;br /&gt;the duality of human weakness&lt;br /&gt;I plunged into uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;the most bloody and lethal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permanent Insanity&lt;br /&gt;this duality, human&lt;br /&gt;I plunged into uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;But I go through life&lt;br /&gt;erratic&lt;br /&gt;way ... way&lt;br /&gt;with my cross on&lt;br /&gt;heavy cross&lt;br /&gt;knees fall&lt;br /&gt;whips punish me&lt;br /&gt;in each drop&lt;br /&gt;shed tears&lt;br /&gt;bleed&lt;br /&gt;bloody crown of thorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comeuppance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have sinned"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not carry the cross the world in tow&lt;br /&gt;I took the forged&lt;br /&gt;a cross charged&lt;br /&gt;remorse&lt;br /&gt;scary&lt;br /&gt;own and others of hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;blasphemy&lt;br /&gt;greed&lt;br /&gt;of pride&lt;br /&gt;sacrilege&lt;br /&gt;of not believing in God&lt;br /&gt;the God of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital-Sin my sin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Christ&lt;br /&gt;to sacrifice vain&lt;br /&gt;that futile attempt&lt;br /&gt;want to save&lt;br /&gt;want to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Via Crucis&lt;br /&gt;desolation&lt;br /&gt;sequel of my own ordeal&lt;br /&gt;this seed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Poor Christ&lt;br /&gt;to sacrifice vain&lt;br /&gt;you could not save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I do not&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Via Crucis&lt;br /&gt;Calvary merited&lt;br /&gt;crucifixion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I do not deserve forgiveness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMIN DE LA CROIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;désolation&lt;br /&gt;Calvaire&lt;br /&gt;suite de mon propre&lt;br /&gt;cette graine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pèlerinage perpétuel&lt;br /&gt;phrase&lt;br /&gt;une Voyage voyageur&lt;br /&gt;pierres tranchantes&lt;br /&gt;obstacles sur mon chemin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une anxiété autoroute&lt;br /&gt;vitesse folle&lt;br /&gt;douleur&lt;br /&gt;solitude&lt;br /&gt;tristesse&lt;br /&gt;anarchie&lt;br /&gt;chaos&lt;br /&gt;incertitude&lt;br /&gt;terreur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horreur découvrir la cause ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sans espoir&lt;br /&gt;Je meurs sans espoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permanent Insanity&lt;br /&gt;la dualité de la faiblesse humaine&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis plongé dans l'incertitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Du destin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment est-il possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon pire ennemi&lt;br /&gt;la plus sanglante et meurtrière&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permanent Insanity&lt;br /&gt;cette dualité, de l'homme&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis plongé dans l'incertitude&lt;br /&gt;Mais je vais dans la vie&lt;br /&gt;erratique&lt;br /&gt;façon ... façon&lt;br /&gt;avec ma croix sur&lt;br /&gt;Heavy Cross&lt;br /&gt;genoux automne&lt;br /&gt;fouets me punir&lt;br /&gt;dans chaque goutte&lt;br /&gt;pleurer&lt;br /&gt;saigner&lt;br /&gt;Couronne d'épines sanglantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comeuppance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«J'ai péché»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne porte pas la croix du monde à la remorque&lt;br /&gt;J'ai pris le faux&lt;br /&gt;chargé d'une croix&lt;br /&gt;remords&lt;br /&gt;effrayant&lt;br /&gt;propres et d'autres de l'hypocrisie&lt;br /&gt;blasphème&lt;br /&gt;avidité&lt;br /&gt;de fierté&lt;br /&gt;sacrilège&lt;br /&gt;de ne pas croire en Dieu&lt;br /&gt;le Dieu des autres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital-Sin mon péché-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauvre Christ&lt;br /&gt;à sacrifier inutilement&lt;br /&gt;que vaine tentative&lt;br /&gt;souhaitez enregistrer&lt;br /&gt;souhaitez enregistrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Via Crucis&lt;br /&gt;désolation&lt;br /&gt;suite de mon propre épreuve&lt;br /&gt;cette graine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pauvre Christ&lt;br /&gt;à sacrifier inutilement&lt;br /&gt;vous ne pourriez pas me sauver de moi-même&lt;br /&gt;Je ne&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Via Crucis&lt;br /&gt;Calvaire mérité&lt;br /&gt;crucifixion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Je ne mérite pas de pardon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-8631786975739197859?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/8631786975739197859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/07/via-crucis-desolacion-calvario-secuela.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/8631786975739197859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/8631786975739197859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/07/via-crucis-desolacion-calvario-secuela.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TD5yaXDB4tI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lgaYaYzIUhE/s72-c/Angel%2520gothic%2520storm_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-6588199199774327988</id><published>2010-06-26T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:47:33.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS GOTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TCbXb4BcFkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sMibdlx9sDA/s1600/divagandoangelcaido.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487310069892388418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TCbXb4BcFkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sMibdlx9sDA/s320/divagandoangelcaido.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sin embargo el encuentro se desvanece ante el resplandor". Alejandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPLANDOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resplandor sombrío en la cúspide de mi tristeza&lt;br /&gt;las ilusiones las promesas se desmoronan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(decepción)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alud de lágrimas abaten arrastran&lt;br /&gt;el camino de la razón perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enceguece el resplandor&lt;br /&gt;destello fatal que se nutre del dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(locura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destello níveo fiel y amigo&lt;br /&gt;egoísta he sido ¿lo he sido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(duda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hay razón para la luminosidad&lt;br /&gt;en segundos el tiempo es aplastado por la cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(temor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destello claro….&lt;br /&gt;revelación vale la pena morir de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(entrega)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presagio de agonía corpórea&lt;br /&gt;amor juro; el amor mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(designio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flores marchitándose&lt;br /&gt;el corazón muerto a la pasión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(castigo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destello conjuro de palabras azotadas por el viento&lt;br /&gt;el aliento recupera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tormento)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claro destello pusiste fin a mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(arrepentimiento)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destello claro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Sálvame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(súplica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RADIANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the meeting before the glow fades." Alejandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glow dark at the top of my sadness&lt;br /&gt;promises illusions crumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Disappointment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flood of tears bring down drag&lt;br /&gt;the path of reason lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blinding glare&lt;br /&gt;fatal flash of pain that feeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Madness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash snowy faithful friend&lt;br /&gt;"I was selfish I have been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Doubt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no reason for the brightness&lt;br /&gt;time in seconds is crushed by the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash course ....&lt;br /&gt;revelation worth dying for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Delivery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harbinger of bodily agony&lt;br /&gt;swear love, love kills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Design)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilting flowers&lt;br /&gt;the dead heart of passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Punishment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash spell words windswept&lt;br /&gt;recovers breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Torture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash light put an end to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repentance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Supplication)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN ÉCLAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mais la réunion avant la lueur disparaît." Alejandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glow sombres au sommet de ma tristesse&lt;br /&gt;illusions promesses crumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Déception)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avalanche de larmes réduire la traînée&lt;br /&gt;la voie de la raison perdue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumière éblouissante&lt;br /&gt;fatale étincelle qui se nourrit de la douleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Madness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash ami fidélité neige&lt;br /&gt;"J'ai été égoïste, j'ai été?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Doubt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il n'y a aucune raison pour que la luminosité&lt;br /&gt;en quelques secondes le temps est écrasé par la croix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(La Peur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien sûr Flash ....&lt;br /&gt;révélation peine de mourir pour l'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Livraison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signe avant-coureur du corps l'agonie&lt;br /&gt;jure amour, l'amour tue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Design)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleurs fanées&lt;br /&gt;The Dead Heart de la passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Répression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mots sort Flash balayées par le vent&lt;br /&gt;récupère souffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(La torture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lampe de poche mettre un terme à ma vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repentir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lampe de poche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauvez-moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Supplication)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-6588199199774327988?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/6588199199774327988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/06/sin-embargo-el-encuentro-se-desvanece.html#comment-form' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADIOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiós, palabra terminal&lt;br /&gt;contundente&lt;br /&gt;con sabor a desamor&lt;br /&gt;a olvido&lt;br /&gt;a vacío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cielos escarlatas&lt;br /&gt;rugiendo de agonía&lt;br /&gt;resplandecientes rayos&lt;br /&gt;fulmíneo signo avieso&lt;br /&gt;de lo que se disuelve en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiós, palabra filosa&lt;br /&gt;cruda corroyendo sin calma&lt;br /&gt;profundo ardor del alma&lt;br /&gt;seca los labios sedientos&lt;br /&gt;agrietándolos sin piedad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiós nada más que un abismo&lt;br /&gt;entre los dos&lt;br /&gt;extinguiendo la luz del amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiós, manos secas sin sudor&lt;br /&gt;vacíos de paredes&lt;br /&gt;de palabras&lt;br /&gt;tejo una interminable bufanda de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;visión de emociones postergadas&lt;br /&gt;la mirada precipitándose en la bruma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiós, fragancia rancia&lt;br /&gt;aroma a jardines marchitos&lt;br /&gt;imágenes de cementerio de aves&lt;br /&gt;hediondos camposantos&lt;br /&gt;colisión de estrellas rompiéndose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiós, fin de la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;principio del dolor&lt;br /&gt;naufragio memorial de pena y silencio arrasador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiós, quietud oscuridad tristeza&lt;br /&gt;cortejos enterrando mi risa el calor y la ilusión&lt;br /&gt;llenándome de ausencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiós, fantasmagórica sombra de muerte&lt;br /&gt;grito gélido atrapado en la garganta&lt;br /&gt;latidos callados perdidos susurros&lt;br /&gt;el alba desconcertante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiós, he perdido la guerra&lt;br /&gt;soy víctima inefable del pavor&lt;br /&gt;un ronquido agónico&lt;br /&gt;de sílabas rotas muriéndose en mí boca&lt;br /&gt;estalla un eco solitario y repite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ha muerto el amor-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, word terminal&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;dislike flavored&lt;br /&gt;to forget&lt;br /&gt;vacuum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crimson skies&lt;br /&gt;roaring in agony&lt;br /&gt;Shining ray&lt;br /&gt;perverse sign fulminea&lt;br /&gt;what dissolves in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, sharp words&lt;br /&gt;corroding without calm raw&lt;br /&gt;burning deep soul&lt;br /&gt;parched dry lips&lt;br /&gt;ruthlessly cracking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye nothing but an abyss&lt;br /&gt;between the two&lt;br /&gt;extinguishing the light of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, no sweat dry hands&lt;br /&gt;empty walls&lt;br /&gt;of words&lt;br /&gt;knit a scarf endless tears&lt;br /&gt;neglected emotions vision&lt;br /&gt;eyes darting in the fog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, old-fashioned fragrance&lt;br /&gt;scented gardens withered&lt;br /&gt;Image bird cemetery&lt;br /&gt;stinking cemeteries&lt;br /&gt;breaking star collision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, end of hope&lt;br /&gt;principle of pain&lt;br /&gt;Shipwreck memorial overwhelming grief and silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, dark quiet sadness&lt;br /&gt;processions heat burying my laughter and excitement&lt;br /&gt;filling me with no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, ghostly shadow of death&lt;br /&gt;frozen scream caught in my throat&lt;br /&gt;lost beats quietly whispers&lt;br /&gt;disconcerting dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, I lost the war&lt;br /&gt;I am a victim of the unspeakable horror&lt;br /&gt;agonistic snoring&lt;br /&gt;broken syllables dying in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;eco breaks out solo and repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is dead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIEU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu, le mot terminal&lt;br /&gt;accablant&lt;br /&gt;n'aiment pas aromatisées&lt;br /&gt;à oublier&lt;br /&gt;vide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimson Skies&lt;br /&gt;rugissant à l'agonie&lt;br /&gt;Shining ray&lt;br /&gt;fulminea signe pervers&lt;br /&gt;ce qui se dissout dans le temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mots au revoir, Sharp&lt;br /&gt;corrosion sans le calme premières&lt;br /&gt;combustion âme profonde&lt;br /&gt;desséchée lèvres sèches&lt;br /&gt;impitoyablement fissuration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye rien, mais un abîme&lt;br /&gt;entre les deux&lt;br /&gt;éteindre la lumière de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;les mains au revoir, pas de sueur sèche&lt;br /&gt;murs vides&lt;br /&gt;des mots&lt;br /&gt;larmes tricoter un foulard sans fin&lt;br /&gt;Voir des émotions reportée&lt;br /&gt;yeux lançaient dans le brouillard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir, parfum d'autrefois&lt;br /&gt;jardins parfumés flétrie&lt;br /&gt;cimetière des oiseaux Image&lt;br /&gt;puante cimetières&lt;br /&gt;collision star de rupture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir, fin de l'espoir&lt;br /&gt;principe de la douleur&lt;br /&gt;douleur écrasante naufrage mémoire et le silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu, sombre tristesse calme&lt;br /&gt;la chaleur des processions enterrer mon rire et émotion&lt;br /&gt;me de remplissage sans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu, ombre fantomatique de la mort&lt;br /&gt;cri congelé capturé dans ma gorge&lt;br /&gt;perdu bat chuchote doucement&lt;br /&gt;déconcertant aube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir, j'ai perdu la guerre&lt;br /&gt;Je suis une victime de l'horreur indicible&lt;br /&gt;agonistique ronflement&lt;br /&gt;syllabes brisées mourir dans ma bouche&lt;br /&gt;pauses écologique en solo et répétez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«L'amour est mort"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-260741290562663146?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/260741290562663146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/06/adios-adios-palabra-terminal.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/260741290562663146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/260741290562663146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/06/adios-adios-palabra-terminal.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/TAwapo0UkAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GdV1Lvkm2VM/s72-c/CCAXCVCUSCA6TDLRTCAHU4FLKCAL1IS5RCA0NI8MXCA7DYDCJCAUPOF73CAAMABR6CATKK2N3CAARNN4ECA7EX9TOCAKJS9LGCAS80BYZCA0DQUJICAYTMMZ9CAPT2QXNCAEY9LGQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-6511657402989278697</id><published>2010-05-07T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T06:22:55.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S-QTr06xA7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LW8FypouQbo/s1600/divagando_1169136167_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468517491195052978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S-QTr06xA7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LW8FypouQbo/s320/divagando_1169136167_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;TEJE EL TIEMPO EN SILENCIO  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Es mejor ser rey de tu silencio que esclavo de tus palabras".&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Escritor británico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telarañas de silencio,&lt;br /&gt;de sentimientos,&lt;br /&gt;sentirse en un desierto.&lt;br /&gt;Con los labios resecos,&lt;br /&gt;soñando con difusos oasis,&lt;br /&gt;cayendo vencida e insolada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teje el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;una red de silencio,&lt;br /&gt;de horas imposibles,&lt;br /&gt;de días negados,&lt;br /&gt;de relojes de ausencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una desierta red,&lt;br /&gt;en la que tu silueta&lt;br /&gt;curvilínea&lt;br /&gt;se pierde.&lt;br /&gt;Una red laberinto,&lt;br /&gt;en la que ningún camino hallo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida en el silencio,&lt;br /&gt;donde sólo escucho al viento.&lt;br /&gt;Una red que crece,&lt;br /&gt;acumula horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ausencia&lt;br /&gt;de separación&lt;br /&gt;de no ser&lt;br /&gt;en compañía, dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teje el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;impersonal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una red de soledad&lt;br /&gt;en la que quedo adherida&lt;br /&gt;todos los días un poco más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si al menos tú,&lt;br /&gt;fueras mi silencio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEAVE TIME IN SILENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better to be king of your silence that slave of your words."&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare (1564-1616) British writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobwebs of silence&lt;br /&gt;feelings,&lt;br /&gt;feel in a desert.&lt;br /&gt;With parched lips,&lt;br /&gt;diffuse dreaming oasis&lt;br /&gt;falling expired and heatstroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weave time&lt;br /&gt;a network of silence&lt;br /&gt;impossible hours,&lt;br /&gt;of days denied,&lt;br /&gt;absence of clocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty network&lt;br /&gt;in which your silhouette&lt;br /&gt;curvilinear&lt;br /&gt;is lost.&lt;br /&gt;A network maze&lt;br /&gt;in which no way am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in silence&lt;br /&gt;where only hear the wind.&lt;br /&gt;A growing network,&lt;br /&gt;accumulated hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absence&lt;br /&gt;separation&lt;br /&gt;if not&lt;br /&gt;in company, two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weave time&lt;br /&gt;impersonal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A network of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;in which it is attached&lt;br /&gt;every day a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you,&lt;br /&gt;you were my silence ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME WEAVE EN SILENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il vaut mieux être roi de ton silence que l'esclave de vos paroles."&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare (1564-1616) écrivain britannique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toiles d'araignées de silence&lt;br /&gt;sentiments,&lt;br /&gt;se sentir dans un désert.&lt;br /&gt;Avec lèvres desséchées,&lt;br /&gt;diffuse rêver oasis&lt;br /&gt;relevant expiré et coup de chaleur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temps Weave&lt;br /&gt;un réseau de silence&lt;br /&gt;des heures impossibles,&lt;br /&gt;refusé de jours,&lt;br /&gt;absence d'horloges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un réseau de vide&lt;br /&gt;dans lequel votre silhouette&lt;br /&gt;curviligne&lt;br /&gt;est perdu.&lt;br /&gt;Un labyrinthe de réseau&lt;br /&gt;dans lequel aucune façon le suis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdu dans le silence&lt;br /&gt;où seulement entendre le vent.&lt;br /&gt;Un réseau en pleine expansion,&lt;br /&gt;heures accumulées&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absence&lt;br /&gt;séparation&lt;br /&gt;s'ils ne sont pas&lt;br /&gt;en compagnie de deux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temps Weave&lt;br /&gt;impersonnelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un réseau de solitude&lt;br /&gt;dans laquelle elle est attachée&lt;br /&gt;chaque jour un peu plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vous uniquement,&lt;br /&gt;vous étiez mon silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-6511657402989278697?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/6511657402989278697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/05/teje-el-tiempo-en-silencio-es-mejor-ser.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/6511657402989278697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/6511657402989278697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/05/teje-el-tiempo-en-silencio-es-mejor-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S-QTr06xA7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LW8FypouQbo/s72-c/divagando_1169136167_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-7380925649373758553</id><published>2010-04-20T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:17:52.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'>VERSOS ALEJANDRINOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S85fP1Sg66I/AAAAAAAAAIU/rFbHyaFcevw/s1600/51_romantyczna_para.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462408123654400930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S85fP1Sg66I/AAAAAAAAAIU/rFbHyaFcevw/s320/51_romantyczna_para.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ACUNEMOS ESTE  AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun mantengo en mi piel tu perfume impregnado&lt;br /&gt;aun tengo tu voz susurrándome al oído&lt;br /&gt;aun siento tu cuerpo apretado con el mío&lt;br /&gt;siento ternura de tu abrazo que aun recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque no estés aquí conmigo te presiento&lt;br /&gt;puedo revivir la pasión de cada beso&lt;br /&gt;de cada caricia, cada suave latido&lt;br /&gt;aun guardo debajo mi almohada tu ardor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las sábanas tienen parte de los dos&lt;br /&gt;ahora sólo contigo puedo soñar&lt;br /&gt;en esos ojos fulgurantes cual luceros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo mi almohada guarde la rosa azul&lt;br /&gt;tan solo un beso basto, borro tu gesto áspero&lt;br /&gt;sin notarlo o pensarlo volviste al azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en pleno invierno regresó la primavera&lt;br /&gt;la magia del encuentro cambio nuestra vida&lt;br /&gt;y todo este amor fue bendecido por Dios&lt;br /&gt;no más agonía ó tristeza, sólo amor&lt;br /&gt;acunemos este sueño de estar juntos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE COINED THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even keep your perfume on my skin impregnated&lt;br /&gt;I have even heard your voice whispering&lt;br /&gt;I still feel your body pressed against mine&lt;br /&gt;feel tenderness of your embrace I still remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I suspect you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;I can relive the passion of every kiss&lt;br /&gt;of each touch, each soft beat&lt;br /&gt;I keep under my pillow even your ardor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sheets are part of the two&lt;br /&gt;I can now only dream of you&lt;br /&gt;in those shining eyes which stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under my pillow, save the blue rose&lt;br /&gt;just a rough kiss, delete your gesture roughly&lt;br /&gt;without notice or plan to go back to blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in winter the spring back&lt;br /&gt;the magic of meeting our life changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE INVENTÉ CE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Même garder votre parfum sur ma peau imprégnés&lt;br /&gt;J'ai même entendu votre voix chuchotante&lt;br /&gt;Je sens toujours ton corps serré à la mienne&lt;br /&gt;sentir la tendresse de votre J'embrasse souviens encore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et bien que je soupçonne que vous êtes ici avec moi&lt;br /&gt;Je peux revivre la passion de chaque baiser&lt;br /&gt;de chaque touche, chaque soft battu&lt;br /&gt;Je garde sous mon oreiller même votre ardeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et les feuilles ont une partie des deux&lt;br /&gt;Je peux maintenant que rêver de vous&lt;br /&gt;dans ces yeux brillants qui étoiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sous mon oreiller, sauver la rose bleue&lt;br /&gt;juste un baiser rugueux, supprimer votre geste à peu près&lt;br /&gt;sans préavis ou d'un plan pour revenir au bleu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et en hiver, le printemps de retour&lt;br /&gt;la magie de la réunion de notre vie a changé&lt;br /&gt;et tout cet amour a été béni par Dieu&lt;br /&gt;pas plus agonie ou de tristesse, seul l'amour&lt;br /&gt;inventé ce rêve d'être ensemble ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-7380925649373758553?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/7380925649373758553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/04/versos-alejandrinos.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/7380925649373758553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/7380925649373758553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/04/versos-alejandrinos.html' title='VERSOS ALEJANDRINOS'/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S85fP1Sg66I/AAAAAAAAAIU/rFbHyaFcevw/s72-c/51_romantyczna_para.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-1716756786238545527</id><published>2010-04-05T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:43:01.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S7o8ke094FI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Obp1nRA_u_g/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456740495960957010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S7o8ke094FI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Obp1nRA_u_g/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMOR INTERACTIVO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un pescador de sueños&lt;br /&gt;                                    te invito&lt;br /&gt;                                    te busco&lt;br /&gt;y al fin llega&lt;br /&gt;una voz distante&lt;br /&gt;metálica y aguda&lt;br /&gt;inentendible a veces&lt;br /&gt;otras veces suave&lt;br /&gt;una alucinación&lt;br /&gt;se implanta en mí alma&lt;br /&gt;                         un  deseo&lt;br /&gt;                        sin cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;                          sin rostro&lt;br /&gt;sin pupilas donde perderme&lt;br /&gt;donde columpiarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una voz&lt;br /&gt;sólo una voz&lt;br /&gt;carente de cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;y el cuadrado digital&lt;br /&gt;digitando emociones&lt;br /&gt;sentimientos en filamentos&lt;br /&gt;en terminales nerviosas&lt;br /&gt;                      interactivas&lt;br /&gt;nódulos de memoria&lt;br /&gt;procesador&lt;br /&gt;dispositivos&lt;br /&gt;teclado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un plasma colorido &lt;br /&gt;y mis ojos cansados  de buscarte&lt;br /&gt;de buscar un punto&lt;br /&gt;agotada de esperarte&lt;br /&gt;frente al monitor&lt;br /&gt;y vos ausente&lt;br /&gt;ajeno a este sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el cíclope&lt;br /&gt;              cristalino sonríe&lt;br /&gt;sonrisa inhumana&lt;br /&gt;pixeles de añoranza&lt;br /&gt;se acumulan en incierto&lt;br /&gt;sin resolución de imagen&lt;br /&gt;sin resolución mi utopía&lt;br /&gt;agotada,&lt;br /&gt;            de buscarte en vano&lt;br /&gt;desierto cromático&lt;br /&gt;vaciándome el alma&lt;br /&gt;y heme aquí&lt;br /&gt;               proclamándole amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a una pantalla vacía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE INTERACTIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a fisherman's dream&lt;br /&gt;                                    I invite you&lt;br /&gt;                                    I look&lt;br /&gt;and finally arrives&lt;br /&gt;a distant voice&lt;br /&gt;and sharp metal&lt;br /&gt;sometimes unintelligible&lt;br /&gt;sometimes soft&lt;br /&gt;hallucination&lt;br /&gt;is implanted in my soul&lt;br /&gt;                         a desire&lt;br /&gt;                        bodiless&lt;br /&gt;                          faceless&lt;br /&gt;where no pupils miss&lt;br /&gt;where swinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a voice&lt;br /&gt;only one voice&lt;br /&gt;disembodied&lt;br /&gt;and digital square&lt;br /&gt;typing emotions&lt;br /&gt;filaments feelings&lt;br /&gt;nerve terminals&lt;br /&gt;                      interactive&lt;br /&gt;memory nodes&lt;br /&gt;processor&lt;br /&gt;devices&lt;br /&gt;keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;color plasma&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes tired of looking&lt;br /&gt;to find a point&lt;br /&gt;tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;front of the monitor&lt;br /&gt;and you away&lt;br /&gt;stranger to this feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyclops&lt;br /&gt;              Crystal smiles&lt;br /&gt;inhuman smile&lt;br /&gt;longing pixels&lt;br /&gt;accumulate in uncertain&lt;br /&gt;no image resolution&lt;br /&gt;my utopia unresolved&lt;br /&gt;exhausted,&lt;br /&gt;            of looking in vain&lt;br /&gt;Desert color&lt;br /&gt;emptying the soul&lt;br /&gt;and here I am&lt;br /&gt;               proclaiming love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a blank screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE INTERACTIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme le rêve d'un pêcheur&lt;br /&gt;                                    Je vous invite&lt;br /&gt;                                    Je regarde&lt;br /&gt;et arrive enfin&lt;br /&gt;une voix lointaine&lt;br /&gt;et de tôles coupantes&lt;br /&gt;parfois inintelligibles&lt;br /&gt;tantôt doux&lt;br /&gt;hallucination&lt;br /&gt;est implanté dans mon âme&lt;br /&gt;                         un désir&lt;br /&gt;                        immatériel&lt;br /&gt;                          sans visage&lt;br /&gt;où aucun élève manquez pas&lt;br /&gt;où se balançant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;une voix&lt;br /&gt;une seule voix&lt;br /&gt;désincarné&lt;br /&gt;et numériques carrés&lt;br /&gt;tapant émotions&lt;br /&gt;sentiments filaments&lt;br /&gt;terminaisons nerveuses&lt;br /&gt;                      interactif&lt;br /&gt;les nœuds de la mémoire&lt;br /&gt;processeur&lt;br /&gt;dispositifs&lt;br /&gt;clavier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plasma couleur&lt;br /&gt;et mes yeux fatigués de regarder&lt;br /&gt;de trouver un point&lt;br /&gt;las d'attendre&lt;br /&gt;avant du moniteur&lt;br /&gt;et vous l'écart&lt;br /&gt;étranger à ce sentiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclope&lt;br /&gt;              Crystal sourires&lt;br /&gt;sourire inhumains&lt;br /&gt;pixels désir&lt;br /&gt;s'accumuler dans les incertain&lt;br /&gt;aucune résolution de l'image&lt;br /&gt;Mon utopie en suspens&lt;br /&gt;épuisé,&lt;br /&gt;            de chercher en vain&lt;br /&gt;la couleur du désert&lt;br /&gt;vider l'âme&lt;br /&gt;et je suis ici&lt;br /&gt;               proclamer l'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à un écran vide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-1716756786238545527?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/1716756786238545527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RESURECCIÓN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalena por un tul de lágrimas cubierta&lt;br /&gt;el dolor la atraviesa, la llena de aflicción.&lt;br /&gt;Al verlo obligado a cargar la cruz hasta Gólgota,&lt;br /&gt;padecer la agonía de la crucifixión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llora por Jesús el Nazareno, y se quebranta&lt;br /&gt;le duelen las heridas de tal aberración,&lt;br /&gt;tanta saña hace gemir de dolor a la santa,&lt;br /&gt;la que será testigo de su resurrección.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella encontró los ingresos del sepulcro abiertos&lt;br /&gt;dos ángeles custodiando la tumba con celo,&lt;br /&gt;no hubo más lágrimas ante tal revelación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al tercer día, resucitó de entre los muertos.&lt;br /&gt;No sintió dudas el Nazareno ascendió al cielo&lt;br /&gt;se sacrifico para lograr nuestro perdón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESURRECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalena by a veil of tears cover&lt;br /&gt;through the pain, the sorrow-filled.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing forced to carry the cross to Golgotha&lt;br /&gt;suffer the agony of crucifixion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry for Jesus of Nazareth, and is broken&lt;br /&gt;painful wounds of such an aberration,&lt;br /&gt;such fury moan of pain makes the saint,&lt;br /&gt;which will witness his resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found the income of the open grave&lt;br /&gt;two angels guarding the tomb with zeal,&lt;br /&gt;no more tears to such disclosure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day rose from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;He felt no doubt of Nazareth ascended into heaven&lt;br /&gt;be sacrificed to achieve our forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RÉSURRECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalena par un voile de larmes couvrent&lt;br /&gt;à travers la douleur, la douleur-rempli.&lt;br /&gt;En voyant contraint de porter la croix au Golgotha&lt;br /&gt;souffrent l'agonie de la crucifixion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry for Jésus de Nazareth, et est divisé&lt;br /&gt;blessures douloureuses d'une telle aberration,&lt;br /&gt;une telle fureur gémissement de douleur fait le saint,&lt;br /&gt;qui sera témoin de sa résurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle a trouvé le revenu de la tombe ouverte&lt;br /&gt;deux anges gardaient le tombeau avec zèle,&lt;br /&gt;plus de larmes à une telle divulgation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le troisième jour est ressuscité des morts.&lt;br /&gt;Il ne doutait pas de Nazareth est monté au ciel&lt;br /&gt;être sacrifié pour obtenir notre pardon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5042788995098639853?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S7IZrTJEw9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/x2dtfFpvY-Y/s320/blueflamegirl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LUNA DE CRISTAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de cristal llévale&lt;br /&gt;llévale mi amor&lt;br /&gt;agitando mareas&lt;br /&gt;invita a los vientos&lt;br /&gt;a los vientos invoca&lt;br /&gt;luna de cristal&lt;br /&gt;que las olas rujan&lt;br /&gt;que sigan su nombre&lt;br /&gt;que digan mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;oleaje de coral brillante&lt;br /&gt;en cada movimiento se suave oleaje&lt;br /&gt;dibuja en la arena&lt;br /&gt;en la arena dibuja&lt;br /&gt;símbolos sagrados&lt;br /&gt;que lamen nuestras redes&lt;br /&gt;majestuosas olas&lt;br /&gt;rituales marinos&lt;br /&gt;redes bordadas a fuego&lt;br /&gt;en fuego orladas&lt;br /&gt;de pasión ardiente&lt;br /&gt;que nada la apaga&lt;br /&gt;sumerge las dudas&lt;br /&gt;vístelas de espuma&lt;br /&gt;invoco a los dioses oceánicos&lt;br /&gt;al mismo Tritón invoco&lt;br /&gt;le ordeno seduzca a la Luna&lt;br /&gt;sedúcela hoy&lt;br /&gt;luna misteriosa&lt;br /&gt;luna de cristal&lt;br /&gt;luna enamorada&lt;br /&gt;llévale mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOON OF CRYSTAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring glass&lt;br /&gt;Bring my love&lt;br /&gt;tidal stirring&lt;br /&gt;invited to the winds&lt;br /&gt;invokes the winds&lt;br /&gt;crystal moon&lt;br /&gt;the waves roar&lt;br /&gt;follow its name&lt;br /&gt;they say my name&lt;br /&gt;bright coral wave&lt;br /&gt;every movement is smooth waves&lt;br /&gt;drawn in the sand&lt;br /&gt;drawn in the sand&lt;br /&gt;sacred symbols&lt;br /&gt;licking our networks&lt;br /&gt;majestic waves&lt;br /&gt;marine rituals&lt;br /&gt;embroidered fire networks&lt;br /&gt;fringed with fire&lt;br /&gt;burning passion&lt;br /&gt;that nothing goes&lt;br /&gt;immersed doubts&lt;br /&gt;bubble dress her&lt;br /&gt;invoke the gods ocean&lt;br /&gt;invoke the same Triton&lt;br /&gt;I order the Moon seduces&lt;br /&gt;Seduce today&lt;br /&gt;mysterious moon&lt;br /&gt;crystal moon&lt;br /&gt;moon love&lt;br /&gt;Bring my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNE LUNE EN CRISTAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déposez le verre&lt;br /&gt;Bring My Love&lt;br /&gt;de-marée en remuant&lt;br /&gt;invités à tous les vents&lt;br /&gt;invoque les vents&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Moon&lt;br /&gt;le grondement des vagues&lt;br /&gt;suivre son nom&lt;br /&gt;ils disent mon nom&lt;br /&gt;coralliens d'onde lumineuse&lt;br /&gt;chaque mouvement est une onde douce&lt;br /&gt;dessiné sur le sable&lt;br /&gt;dessiné sur le sable&lt;br /&gt;les symboles sacrés&lt;br /&gt;lécher nos réseaux&lt;br /&gt;majestueuses vagues&lt;br /&gt;marine rituels&lt;br /&gt;réseaux d'incendie brodé&lt;br /&gt;frangés de feu&lt;br /&gt;Burning Passion&lt;br /&gt;que rien ne va&lt;br /&gt;immergés doutes&lt;br /&gt;bulle de sa robe&lt;br /&gt;invoquer les dieux de l'océan&lt;br /&gt;invoquer les mêmes Triton&lt;br /&gt;Je commande la Lune séduit&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui Seduce&lt;br /&gt;mystérieuse lune&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Moon&lt;br /&gt;Moon Love&lt;br /&gt;Bring My Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-2963793333037373667?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/2963793333037373667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/03/luna-de-cristal-de-cristal-llevale.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2963793333037373667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'>VERSOS ALEJANDRINOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S67P0YbYJ_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/A7Fb6_nOCW8/s1600/divag21-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453524697609676786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S67P0YbYJ_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/A7Fb6_nOCW8/s320/divag21-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SENSUAL ENTREGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estremecimiento ante el gruñido apasionado&lt;br /&gt;escalada briosa y agitada por suspiros&lt;br /&gt;catarata  ardiente de caricias sin respiros&lt;br /&gt;unidos nuestros cuerpos en abrazo abrigado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briscados de sol, somos el cántaro del mundo&lt;br /&gt;en cada entrega detonamos en mil suspiros&lt;br /&gt;ante tú embestida mis pétalos se abren záfiros&lt;br /&gt;pétalos abiertos que trasmutan en gemido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plañido, agitación, somos un sólo latido&lt;br /&gt;desbordados aullidos desatando tifones&lt;br /&gt;la vibración no cesa hasta abatir el sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde nos arrastro  el oleaje apasionado&lt;br /&gt;tiemblan los cuerpos en oscilaciones lunares&lt;br /&gt;éxtasis se hace uno, y el es amor coronado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENSUAL DELIVERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuddering at the passionate growl&lt;br /&gt;agitated by escalating spirited and sighs&lt;br /&gt;cataract ardent petting without breathers&lt;br /&gt;our bodies together in warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisco sun, we are the world's pitcher&lt;br /&gt;each delivery detonated in a thousand sighs&lt;br /&gt;before you attack my sapphire petals open&lt;br /&gt;open petals that transmuted into whine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plano, agitation, we are one heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;unleashing howling typhoon swamped&lt;br /&gt;vibration does not cease to abate the sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we are passionate wave drag&lt;br /&gt;bodies tremble lunar oscillations&lt;br /&gt;Ecstasy is one, and love is crowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENSUAL SURRENDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frémissant à le grognement passionné&lt;br /&gt;agitée par l'escalade fougueuse et des soupirs&lt;br /&gt;cataracte caresses ardentes sans reniflards&lt;br /&gt;nos corps ensemble dans étreinte chaleureuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisco soleil, nous sommes le lanceur du monde&lt;br /&gt;chaque livraison fait exploser en mille soupirs&lt;br /&gt;avant de vous attaquer mon pétales saphir ouvert&lt;br /&gt;pétales ouverts qui transmue en pleurnicher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plano, l'agitation, nous sommes un battement de coeur&lt;br /&gt;Libérer typhon hurlant inondé&lt;br /&gt;vibration ne cesse pas à la réduction de sens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Où la traînée nous sommes passionnés d'onde&lt;br /&gt;organismes trembler oscillations lunaire&lt;br /&gt;L'ecstasy est une, et l'amour est couronné&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-2670802105190187016?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/2670802105190187016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/03/versos-alejandrinos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2670802105190187016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2670802105190187016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/03/versos-alejandrinos.html' title='VERSOS ALEJANDRINOS'/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S67P0YbYJ_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/A7Fb6_nOCW8/s72-c/divag21-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-6511155181360209432</id><published>2010-03-23T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:06:08.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S6jYHg-vwlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2t3KCHDQ-3c/s1600-h/ausenciadeti.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451844972555780690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S6jYHg-vwlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2t3KCHDQ-3c/s320/ausenciadeti.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIN FRONTERAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cielo escucha mi voz, mi canto de amor&lt;br /&gt;no conoce de trampas,  si  de caricias&lt;br /&gt;destierra ese feroz  infierno interior&lt;br /&gt;carcome el alma que muere sin delicias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Intentes salvarte de la imperfección&lt;br /&gt;recuerda somos humanos e imperfectos&lt;br /&gt;pero unidos cambiaremos la intención&lt;br /&gt;es de vanidosos pensarse perfectos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprenderlo nos librara de tormentos&lt;br /&gt;es tan escaso el tiempo para entenderlo&lt;br /&gt;despleguemos  bandera a los sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este amor derriba todas las  fronteras&lt;br /&gt;atraviesa el limbo, se  burla de Minos&lt;br /&gt;elude todas las minas y las trampas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT BORDERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven hear my voice, my song of love&lt;br /&gt;traps do not know if caressing&lt;br /&gt;banishes the fierce inner hell&lt;br /&gt;eats the soul who dies delights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not try to save the imperfection&lt;br /&gt;remember we are human and imperfect&lt;br /&gt;but together we will change the intent&lt;br /&gt;vain thought is perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn deliver us out of torment&lt;br /&gt;is so little time to understand&lt;br /&gt;display flags to feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love destroys all borders&lt;br /&gt;through the limbus, scoffs at Minos&lt;br /&gt;eludes all mines and traps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANS FRONTIÈRES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven entendre ma voix, mon chant d'amour&lt;br /&gt;pièges ne sais pas si caressant&lt;br /&gt;bannit l'enfer intérieur féroce&lt;br /&gt;mange l'âme qui meurt délices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'essayez pas de sauver l'imperfection&lt;br /&gt;Rappelez-vous que nous sommes humains et imparfait&lt;br /&gt;mais ensemble, nous changerons l'intention&lt;br /&gt;vaine pensée est parfait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Découvrez nous délivrera de la tourmente&lt;br /&gt;si peu de temps pour comprendre&lt;br /&gt;fanions à des sentiments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cet amour détruit toutes les frontières&lt;br /&gt;par l'intermédiaire du limbe, se moque de Minos&lt;br /&gt;échappe à toutes les mines et les pièges&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-6511155181360209432?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/6511155181360209432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/03/sin-fronteras-cielo-escucha-mi-voz-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/6511155181360209432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/6511155181360209432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/03/sin-fronteras-cielo-escucha-mi-voz-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S6jYHg-vwlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2t3KCHDQ-3c/s72-c/ausenciadeti.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-5265351487131783680</id><published>2010-03-06T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T10:14:06.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS VARIOS'/><title type='text'>EN EL MES DE LA MUJER FELICIDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S5KbAEn2zPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gBuDaap-fE4/s1600-h/divagandomadreehijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445585324987567346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S5KbAEn2zPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gBuDaap-fE4/s320/divagandomadreehijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MUJER PLENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que mi mamo&lt;br /&gt;se ahueco para el beso&lt;br /&gt;mi alma asciende&lt;br /&gt;sin ropaje de carne&lt;br /&gt;se aliviana la vida,&lt;br /&gt;sólo me importa el vaivén&lt;br /&gt;que acuno en mi regazo&lt;br /&gt;el latir de otro cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos se apresuran&lt;br /&gt;para ofrecer senderos&lt;br /&gt;sin escollos siniestros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me he vaciado&lt;br /&gt;de todo lo que soy&lt;br /&gt;del éxito, los títulos&lt;br /&gt;ni una licenciatura&lt;br /&gt;resultan importantes…&lt;br /&gt;al pie de otro destino,&lt;br /&gt;un latido invisible&lt;br /&gt;me transformó en rosa&lt;br /&gt;magnetiza el amor&lt;br /&gt;celestial es el milagro&lt;br /&gt;que sostienen mis manos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se cumplió mi deseo&lt;br /&gt;de mujer,&lt;br /&gt;en nombre de la vida&lt;br /&gt;tengo un altar perfumado&lt;br /&gt;donde atesoro en silencio&lt;br /&gt;un balbucear muy suave&lt;br /&gt;que canta al universo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me elevo más allá de mí&lt;br /&gt;y de todos mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;me hago símbolo pleno,&lt;br /&gt;cuando…&lt;br /&gt;mi pimpollito de azucena&lt;br /&gt;con aroma de ángel&lt;br /&gt;de suavidad extrema&lt;br /&gt;de mirada traslúcida&lt;br /&gt;porque todo en él es blanco&lt;br /&gt;todo es pureza&lt;br /&gt;que mis dedos acarician&lt;br /&gt;me derrito ante esa vocecita&lt;br /&gt;balbuceante diciéndome:&lt;br /&gt;“mamá…mamá…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni mi embelesada infancia&lt;br /&gt;ni mis horas completas,&lt;br /&gt;pudieron conmoverme&lt;br /&gt;hasta el éxtasis entero&lt;br /&gt;de sentirme fundida&lt;br /&gt;como me siento ahora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí mueren las palabras&lt;br /&gt;la emoción ocupa todo espacio&lt;br /&gt;ante el monumental prodigio&lt;br /&gt;que me hace sentir&lt;br /&gt;Mujer Plena…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN FULL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my mamo&lt;br /&gt;is hollowed out for the kiss&lt;br /&gt;my soul ascends&lt;br /&gt;meat without clothes&lt;br /&gt;it eases the life&lt;br /&gt;I only care the swing&lt;br /&gt;it cradled in my lap&lt;br /&gt;the beating of another body,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are quick&lt;br /&gt;to provide pathways&lt;br /&gt;without pitfalls claims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have emptied&lt;br /&gt;of all I am&lt;br /&gt;success, titles&lt;br /&gt;or a Bachelor&lt;br /&gt;are important ...&lt;br /&gt;at the foot of another destination,&lt;br /&gt;invisible beats&lt;br /&gt;I became pink&lt;br /&gt;magnetized love&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly is the miracle&lt;br /&gt;holding my hands ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish&lt;br /&gt;woman,&lt;br /&gt;on behalf of life&lt;br /&gt;I have a perfumed altar&lt;br /&gt;where quiet treasure&lt;br /&gt;one very mild stammer&lt;br /&gt;who sings to the universe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rise beyond me&lt;br /&gt;and all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I do full symbol,&lt;br /&gt;When ...&lt;br /&gt;my lily pimpollito&lt;br /&gt;scented angel&lt;br /&gt;extreme softness&lt;br /&gt;to look translucent&lt;br /&gt;because everything in it is white&lt;br /&gt;everything is pure&lt;br /&gt;my fingers caress&lt;br /&gt;I melt to that little voice&lt;br /&gt;babbling, saying:&lt;br /&gt;"Mom ... Mom ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither my childhood enthralled&lt;br /&gt;or my full hours,&lt;br /&gt;could move me&lt;br /&gt;integer to ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;of feeling cast&lt;br /&gt;I feel now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here dying words&lt;br /&gt;emotion occupies the entire space&lt;br /&gt;marvel at the monumental&lt;br /&gt;that makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;Women's Full ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEMMES PLEIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Depuis mon mamo&lt;br /&gt;est évidée pour le baiser&lt;br /&gt;Mon âme monte&lt;br /&gt;viande sans vêtements&lt;br /&gt;elle facilite la vie&lt;br /&gt;Je me soucie seulement la balançoire&lt;br /&gt;il bercé dans mes genoux&lt;br /&gt;le passage à tabac d'un autre corps,&lt;br /&gt;mes yeux sont rapides&lt;br /&gt;de fournir des voies&lt;br /&gt;sans réclamation pièges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai vidé&lt;br /&gt;de tout ce que je suis&lt;br /&gt;succès, les titres&lt;br /&gt;ou un baccalauréat&lt;br /&gt;sont importantes ...&lt;br /&gt;au pied d'une autre destination,&lt;br /&gt;invisible bat&lt;br /&gt;Je suis devenu rose&lt;br /&gt;magnétisé amour&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly est le miracle&lt;br /&gt;me tenant les mains ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon souhait&lt;br /&gt;femme,&lt;br /&gt;au nom de la vie&lt;br /&gt;J'ai un autel parfumé&lt;br /&gt;où le calme au trésor&lt;br /&gt;balbutier une très légère&lt;br /&gt;qui chante à l'univers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je prends la parole au delà de moi&lt;br /&gt;et tous mes rêves&lt;br /&gt;Je ne symbole complet,&lt;br /&gt;Quand ...&lt;br /&gt;mon lis pimpollito&lt;br /&gt;parfum angel&lt;br /&gt;extrême douceur&lt;br /&gt;d'aspect translucide&lt;br /&gt;parce que tout y est blanc&lt;br /&gt;Tout est pur&lt;br /&gt;mes doigts caressent&lt;br /&gt;Je fonds à cette petite voix&lt;br /&gt;babillage, en disant:&lt;br /&gt;«Maman ... Maman ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni mon enfance fasciné&lt;br /&gt;ou mes grandes heures,&lt;br /&gt;pourrait me déplacer&lt;br /&gt;entier à l'extase&lt;br /&gt;des suffrages sentiment&lt;br /&gt;Je me sens maintenant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mourir ici mots&lt;br /&gt;l'émotion occupe tout l'espace&lt;br /&gt;émerveillez-vous devant la monumentale&lt;br /&gt;qui me fait sentir&lt;br /&gt;Women's Full ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5265351487131783680?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/5265351487131783680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/03/en-el-mes-de-la-mujer-felicidades.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5265351487131783680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5265351487131783680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/03/en-el-mes-de-la-mujer-felicidades.html' title='EN EL MES DE LA MUJER FELICIDADES'/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S5KbAEn2zPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gBuDaap-fE4/s72-c/divagandomadreehijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-2176542109492409488</id><published>2010-02-27T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T04:28:41.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S4kMY2xMrEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-bgXf5pYGDE/s1600-h/bc326bcf2f6bf265bfa2cc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442895245812214850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S4kMY2xMrEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-bgXf5pYGDE/s320/bc326bcf2f6bf265bfa2cc9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HE PERDIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la mirada ante la inmensidad&lt;br /&gt;de este oleaje, y de este mar bravío&lt;br /&gt;viviendo entre luces y sombras.&lt;br /&gt;Y, bajo este manto ceniciento&lt;br /&gt;de pie sobre una fría roca&lt;br /&gt;desnuda y minúscula mujer&lt;br /&gt;un granito de arena&lt;br /&gt;una Eva Cósmica, soy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parada frente a portentos&lt;br /&gt;como el mar, el cielo y la naturaleza.&lt;br /&gt;Permito que me despeine el viento&lt;br /&gt;que me sacuda el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;que haga flotar mi pollera.&lt;br /&gt;Cierro mis ojos terrenales&lt;br /&gt;sólo para fijar mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punzante agonía en cada fibra&lt;br /&gt;las olas se balancean como péndulos&lt;br /&gt;como arcos oscilantes.&lt;br /&gt;El olvido acosa a mi mente cavilosa&lt;br /&gt;mientras escudriña y busca.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras espero casi sin esperanza&lt;br /&gt;espero por ese rayo de sol&lt;br /&gt;anhelo caliente la piel de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;estática como estatua espero&lt;br /&gt;en un intento de quietud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero por un milagro,&lt;br /&gt;espero sin saber reconocerlo&lt;br /&gt;Si, yo conocía los milagros&lt;br /&gt;si viví rodeada de milagros.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no logro arrancar de mi esencia&lt;br /&gt;esta añoranza rancia é invasiva&lt;br /&gt;nostalgiosa la voz ancestral que escucho&lt;br /&gt;murmurándome que descubra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento la verdad en sus palabras&lt;br /&gt;y no dejo de añorar lo perdido&lt;br /&gt;pero no tengo conciencia clara&lt;br /&gt;ni la remota noción de lo que busco&lt;br /&gt;ni de lo que debo descubrir&lt;br /&gt;si supiera con certeza, qué he perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Habré perdido el paraíso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me subleva no recordarlo&lt;br /&gt;contiendas sangrientas entablo&lt;br /&gt;conmigo, por encontrar mi centro&lt;br /&gt;y alcanzar esa paz tan deseada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;look at the immensity&lt;br /&gt;of this wave, and this sea brave&lt;br /&gt;live between light and shadow.&lt;br /&gt;And under this mantle ashy&lt;br /&gt;standing on a cold stone&lt;br /&gt;tiny nude women&lt;br /&gt;a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;an Eve Cosmic am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of wonders&lt;br /&gt;as the sea, sky and nature.&lt;br /&gt;I let the wind ruffles my hair&lt;br /&gt;I shake your body&lt;br /&gt;float make my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;I close my earthly eyes&lt;br /&gt;just to set my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinging agony in every fiber&lt;br /&gt;the waves are swinging like pendulums&lt;br /&gt;oscillating as arcs.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting haunts my mind brooding&lt;br /&gt;while searches and searches.&lt;br /&gt;While I wait almost without hope&lt;br /&gt;I hope by this ray of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;skin hot longing of my soul&lt;br /&gt;static and hope statue&lt;br /&gt;in an attempt to quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope for a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;I hope not know how to recognize&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know the miracles&lt;br /&gt;if I lived surrounded by miracles.&lt;br /&gt;But I can not boot from my heart&lt;br /&gt;this longing stale and invasive&lt;br /&gt;nostalgic voice I hear ancestral&lt;br /&gt;whispering to discover ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the truth in his words&lt;br /&gt;and I keep longing for the lost&lt;br /&gt;but I have clear conscience&lt;br /&gt;or the remote notion of what I'm&lt;br /&gt;or what I find&lt;br /&gt;if I knew for sure what I lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I lost paradise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember it revolts&lt;br /&gt;bloody strife strike up&lt;br /&gt;me find my center&lt;br /&gt;and achieving this much desired peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL A PERDU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;regarder l'immensité&lt;br /&gt;de cette vague, et cette mer braves&lt;br /&gt;vivre entre ombre et lumière.&lt;br /&gt;Et sous ce manteau cendré&lt;br /&gt;debout sur une pierre froide&lt;br /&gt;tiny femmes nues&lt;br /&gt;un grain de sable&lt;br /&gt;une Cosmic Eve am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debout devant des merveilles&lt;br /&gt;comme la mer, le ciel et la nature.&lt;br /&gt;Je laisse le vent manchettes de mes cheveux&lt;br /&gt;I shake your body&lt;br /&gt;float faire ma jupe.&lt;br /&gt;Je ferme les yeux terrestres&lt;br /&gt;seulement de fixer mes pensées&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ortie agonie dans toutes les fibres&lt;br /&gt;les vagues se balancent comme des pendules&lt;br /&gt;oscillant en arcs.&lt;br /&gt;Oubliant hante mon esprit couvaison&lt;br /&gt;tandis que les recherches et des perquisitions.&lt;br /&gt;Pendant que j'attends presque sans espoir&lt;br /&gt;J'espère par ce rayon de soleil&lt;br /&gt;peau chaude désir de mon âme&lt;br /&gt;statique et une statue de l'espoir&lt;br /&gt;dans une tentative de calme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai l'espoir d'un miracle,&lt;br /&gt;J'espère sais pas comment reconnaître&lt;br /&gt;Oui, je sais que les miracles&lt;br /&gt;si je vivais entouré par des miracles.&lt;br /&gt;Mais je ne peux pas démarrer depuis mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;ce désir vicié et envahissantes&lt;br /&gt;voix nostalgique j'entends ancestrales&lt;br /&gt;chuchotant à découvrir ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sens la vérité dans ses paroles&lt;br /&gt;et je garde la nostalgie du perdu&lt;br /&gt;mais j'ai la conscience tranquille&lt;br /&gt;ou la notion éloignées de ce que je suis&lt;br /&gt;ou ce que je trouve&lt;br /&gt;si je savais à coup sûr ce que j'ai perdu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai-je perdu le paradis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne me souviens pas qu'il se révolte&lt;br /&gt;luttes grève sanglante en place&lt;br /&gt;me trouver mon centre&lt;br /&gt;et de parvenir à cette paix tant désirée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-2176542109492409488?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/2176542109492409488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-perdido-la-mirada-ante-la-inmensidad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2176542109492409488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2176542109492409488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-perdido-la-mirada-ante-la-inmensidad.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S4kMY2xMrEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-bgXf5pYGDE/s72-c/bc326bcf2f6bf265bfa2cc9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-1796202122882181294</id><published>2010-02-16T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T05:01:49.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'>FELIZ DIA DE LOS ENAMORADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S3qWFQ5LHjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YEp42dR_jX8/s1600-h/Winslet.jpg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438824517181578802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S3qWFQ5LHjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YEp42dR_jX8/s320/Winslet.jpg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MI ALEHP o ALÉF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Primera letra de todos los alfabetos, a excepción de unos pocos.&lt;br /&gt;Es una letra que tiene gran poder místico y "virtud mágica" entre quienes la han adoptado, y para los cuales su poder numérico es uno"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo honro el lugar dentro de ti donde el Universo entero reside. Yo honro el lugar dentro de ti de amor y luz, de verdad, y paz. Yo honro el lugar dentro de ti donde cuando tú estás en ese punto tuyo, y yo estoy en ese punto mío, somos sólo Uno"... Proverbio hindú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegaste cuando a nadie esperaba&lt;br /&gt;cuando a nadie buscaba&lt;br /&gt;llegaste en forma inesperada&lt;br /&gt;como llega la noche&lt;br /&gt;llegaste como un amanecer radiante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avivaste sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;despertaste a esta mujer adormecida&lt;br /&gt;que entre luces y sombras transitaba&lt;br /&gt;proyectaste sueños que no tenía&lt;br /&gt;y recobre mi sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se encienden todas las hogueras&lt;br /&gt;cuando el oráculo de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;transita por mi piel&lt;br /&gt;cuando en tus labios me instalo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me pierdo en tu abrazo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me impulsas al infierno&lt;br /&gt;también al cielo&lt;br /&gt;onírica esta pasión que nos atrapa&lt;br /&gt;un paraíso es este sueño compartido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ocasiones siembras dudas&lt;br /&gt;puedes ser más oscuro que la noche&lt;br /&gt;te amo más cuando eres blanco&lt;br /&gt;cuando eres de luz en medio de tormentas&lt;br /&gt;cuando con ternura exilias mis miedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tu nombre es mi Aleph-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleph MY ALEHP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First letter of all alphabets, except for a few.&lt;br /&gt;It is a letter that has great mystic power and "magic virtue" among those who have adopted it, and for which its numerical power is one "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I honor the place within you where the entire Universe resides. I honor the place within you of love and light, truth and peace. I honor the place within you where when you're at that point of yours, and I I'm at that point of mine, we are only one "... Hindu proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came when nobody expected&lt;br /&gt;when nobody was looking&lt;br /&gt;he arrived unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;as night falls&lt;br /&gt;comes as a radiant dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should provoke feelings&lt;br /&gt;this woman woke up numb&lt;br /&gt;between light and shadow that was moving&lt;br /&gt;dreams that he had projected in&lt;br /&gt;and regained my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonfires are lit all&lt;br /&gt;when the oracle of your skin&lt;br /&gt;passes through my skin&lt;br /&gt;when I sit on your lips,&lt;br /&gt;when I get lost in your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It compels me to hell&lt;br /&gt;also to the sky&lt;br /&gt;dream this passion that grips us&lt;br /&gt;paradise is the dream shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sowing doubts&lt;br /&gt;can be darker than the night&lt;br /&gt;I love you more if you're white&lt;br /&gt;when you are light in storms&lt;br /&gt;where my fears exile tenderly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your name is my Aleph -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleph MY ALEHP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La première lettre de tous les alphabets, à l'exception de quelques-uns.&lt;br /&gt;C'est une lettre qui a un grand pouvoir mystique et «vertu magique» parmi ceux qui l'ont adoptée, et pour lequel sa puissance numérique est un »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«J'ai l'honneur du lieu en vous lorsque l'Univers tout entier réside. J'honore la place en vous l'amour et de lumière, de vérité et de paix. J'honore le lieu où en vous quand vous êtes à ce point de la vôtre, et je Je suis à ce point de la mienne, nous ne sommes qu'une "... Proverbe hindou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu es venu quand personne ne s'attend&lt;br /&gt;quand personne ne regardait&lt;br /&gt;il arriva à l'improviste&lt;br /&gt;quand tombe la nuit&lt;br /&gt;vient comme une aube radieuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doit provoquer des sentiments&lt;br /&gt;cette femme se réveilla Numb&lt;br /&gt;entre ombre et lumière qui se déplaçait&lt;br /&gt;rêve qu'il avait projeté en&lt;br /&gt;et a retrouvé mon sourire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feux de joie sont allumés tous&lt;br /&gt;lorsque l'oracle de votre peau&lt;br /&gt;passe à travers ma peau&lt;br /&gt;quand je suis assis sur vos lèvres,&lt;br /&gt;quand je me perds dans ton étreinte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il ne me contraint à l'enfer&lt;br /&gt;également vers le ciel&lt;br /&gt;rêve, cette passion qui nous étreint&lt;br /&gt;Le Paradis est le rêve partagé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parfois, semer le doute&lt;br /&gt;peuvent être plus sombres que la nuit&lt;br /&gt;Je vous aime plus si vous êtes blanc&lt;br /&gt;quand vous êtes lumière dans les tempêtes&lt;br /&gt;où mes craintes exil tendrement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Votre nom est mon Aleph -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-1796202122882181294?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/1796202122882181294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/02/feliz-dia-de-los-enamorados.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/1796202122882181294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/1796202122882181294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/02/feliz-dia-de-los-enamorados.html' title='FELIZ DIA DE LOS ENAMORADOS'/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S3qWFQ5LHjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YEp42dR_jX8/s72-c/Winslet.jpg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-8506460214422667783</id><published>2010-02-08T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:49:46.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PROSA POETICA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S3Day54G4FI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Vb-tzSWFyoA/s1600-h/peinados-para-novias-decididas_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436085318300655698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S3Day54G4FI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Vb-tzSWFyoA/s320/peinados-para-novias-decididas_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EL MISTERIO DE LA ROSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se confabulan huestes de demonios misteriosos&lt;br /&gt;como furias me acorralan&lt;br /&gt;me atenazan hasta desangrarme en cuerpo, alma y espíritu&lt;br /&gt;opongo resistencia, me declaro en rebelión&lt;br /&gt;pero nada puedo contra su furia y su rabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿dónde encerraron la doncella?&lt;br /&gt;¿cuándo fue herida la guerrera?&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué duele tanto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si después de todo&lt;br /&gt;es hija de ritos ancestrales&lt;br /&gt;portadora del estandarte de los sueños&lt;br /&gt;sí, su voz es la que arrulla y convoca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La que invita a la fiesta de las plumas&lt;br /&gt;a la ceremonia secreta de iniciación de vuelo&lt;br /&gt;a descubrir la alegoría del Pelícano&lt;br /&gt;poción alquímica de sangre que impulsa a la transmutación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo en el misterio de la rosa,&lt;br /&gt;cada espina fue un obstáculo&lt;br /&gt;una lucha colosal por alcanzar el sol&lt;br /&gt;cuantas plagas tuve que vencer&lt;br /&gt;pero hubo un momento glorioso en mi existencia&lt;br /&gt;mis hojas extendidas te abrazaron padre sol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue mi espíritu quien me lanzo al firmamento&lt;br /&gt;abrí mis pétalos uno a uno a los cielos&lt;br /&gt;me entregue al amor humano y al divino&lt;br /&gt;me brotan cicatrices, memoria de batallas&lt;br /&gt;emprendidas para seguir creciendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy les miento a los demonios&lt;br /&gt;declarándome vencida ante su furia&lt;br /&gt;esta será mi última contienda&lt;br /&gt;lanzaré mi corona al infinito&lt;br /&gt;rodaré marchita, pero no vencida&lt;br /&gt;porque habré dejado en libertad mí espíritu&lt;br /&gt;y lo divino me protege del odio&lt;br /&gt;se cumplen todas las promesas del cielo&lt;br /&gt;en un glorioso reflorecimiento….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MYSTERY OF THE ROSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon forces conspire mysterious&lt;br /&gt;I cornered like fury&lt;br /&gt;gripping me to bleed in body, soul and spirit&lt;br /&gt;resist, I remain in rebellion&lt;br /&gt;But nothing against her anger and rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked where the maid?&lt;br /&gt;Was injured when the warrior?&lt;br /&gt;Why it hurts so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If after all&lt;br /&gt;daughter of ancestral rites&lt;br /&gt;standard bearer of dreams&lt;br /&gt;yes, his voice is the one that coos and calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inviting party feathers&lt;br /&gt;the secret initiation ceremony flight&lt;br /&gt;to discover the allegory of the Pelican&lt;br /&gt;alchemical potion that drives blood to transmutation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the mystery of the rose,&lt;br /&gt;each spine was an obstacle&lt;br /&gt;colossal struggle to reach the sun&lt;br /&gt;I had to overcome many pests&lt;br /&gt;but there was a glorious moment in my life&lt;br /&gt;I hugged my father leaves extended sun ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my spirit that I rush to the sky&lt;br /&gt;I opened my petals one by one to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;I give the human and divine love&lt;br /&gt;I sprout scars of battles memory&lt;br /&gt;undertaken to continue to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I laid out demons&lt;br /&gt;declared due to his anger&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last race&lt;br /&gt;throw my crown to infinity&lt;br /&gt;shoot wilt, but not defeated&lt;br /&gt;because I will have released my spirit&lt;br /&gt;God protects me and hate&lt;br /&gt;comply with all the promises of heaven&lt;br /&gt;in a glorious rebirth ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LE MYSTÈRE DE LA ROSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon forces conspirent mystérieuse&lt;br /&gt;J'ai coincé comme fureur&lt;br /&gt;préhension moi de saigner dans le corps, âme et esprit&lt;br /&gt;résister, je reste dans la rébellion&lt;br /&gt;Mais rien contre sa colère et de rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verrouillables lorsque la femme de chambre?&lt;br /&gt;A été blessé quand le guerrier?&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi il fait si mal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si après tout&lt;br /&gt;fille de rites ancestraux&lt;br /&gt;porte-drapeau de rêves&lt;br /&gt;Oui, sa voix est celle qui roucoule et demande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La partie qui invite les plumes&lt;br /&gt;le vol de secrets cérémonie d'ouverture&lt;br /&gt;pour découvrir l'allégorie de la Pelican&lt;br /&gt;alchimique potion collectes de sang à la transmutation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vis dans le mystère de la rose,&lt;br /&gt;chaque colonne a été un obstacle&lt;br /&gt;lutte colossale pour atteindre le soleil&lt;br /&gt;J'ai dû surmonter de nombreux ravageurs&lt;br /&gt;mais il fut un grand moment dans ma vie&lt;br /&gt;J'ai embrassé mon père quitte étendu soleil ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'était mon esprit que je me précipite vers le ciel&lt;br /&gt;J'ai ouvert mon pétales un par un pour les cieux&lt;br /&gt;Je donne l'amour humain et divin&lt;br /&gt;J'épointe cicatrices des batailles de la mémoire&lt;br /&gt;engagée à continuer de croître&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et aujourd'hui, j'ai posé les démons&lt;br /&gt;déclarées en raison de sa colère&lt;br /&gt;Ce sera ma dernière course&lt;br /&gt;jeter ma couronne à l'infini&lt;br /&gt;pousses flétrissent, mais pas vaincus&lt;br /&gt;parce que je vais avoir publié mon esprit&lt;br /&gt;Dieu me protège et de la haine&lt;br /&gt;se conformer à toutes les promesses du ciel&lt;br /&gt;dans une renaissance glorieuse ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-8506460214422667783?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/8506460214422667783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/02/el-misterio-de-la-rosa-se-confabulan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-1979324167915816398</id><published>2010-01-28T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T04:36:57.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS VARIOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S2GEi-AI0uI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EtIfjBi_jEY/s1600-h/ale-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431768361879524066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S2GEi-AI0uI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EtIfjBi_jEY/s320/ale-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME UBICO EN EL ARDOR&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soy el ardor de mis versos&lt;br /&gt;de mis rimas de amor&lt;br /&gt;de mis poemas turbulentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy la artífice potencial&lt;br /&gt;de enardecidas letras&lt;br /&gt;muto iridiscente para soplar eclipses&lt;br /&gt;me dejo llevar hasta el vórtice&lt;br /&gt;sonámbulo de cristal y cadencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy ímpetu&lt;br /&gt;latiendo en cada fibra de mi esencia&lt;br /&gt;un océano convulso&lt;br /&gt;hambriento de naufragios&lt;br /&gt;de tu corazón soy la voz y la nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy la que ama las noches solitarias&lt;br /&gt;la que amanece de noche&lt;br /&gt;la que anochece de día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi destino ser rebelde e indómita&lt;br /&gt;reino en mis galaxias&lt;br /&gt;cuando escribo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino hacia mi templo&lt;br /&gt;hacia la gruta de la alquimia&lt;br /&gt;donde ser libre e insurrecta&lt;br /&gt;es mi designio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí extiendo  alas&lt;br /&gt;a la creatividad…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STAND IN THE HEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the fire of my poetry&lt;br /&gt;love my rhyme&lt;br /&gt;of my poems turbulent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the architect potential&lt;br /&gt;of inflamed lyrics&lt;br /&gt;muto iridescent to blow eclipses&lt;br /&gt;I let go until the vortex&lt;br /&gt;sleepwalker glass and cadence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I momentum&lt;br /&gt;beating in every fiber of my being&lt;br /&gt;an ocean convulsed&lt;br /&gt;hungry wrecks&lt;br /&gt;your heart and I am the voice of nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;the dawning of night&lt;br /&gt;it gets dark the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my destiny to be rebellious and untamed&lt;br /&gt;kingdom in my galaxy&lt;br /&gt;I write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road to my temple&lt;br /&gt;to the grotto of alchemy&lt;br /&gt;where being free and rebellious&lt;br /&gt;is my design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stretch wings&lt;br /&gt;creativity ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JE SUIS DEBOUT DANS LA CHALEUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le feu de ma poésie&lt;br /&gt;mon amour rime&lt;br /&gt;de mes poèmes turbulente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le potentiel de l'architecte&lt;br /&gt;des paroles enflammées&lt;br /&gt;irisé Muto de faire sauter les éclipses&lt;br /&gt;Je laisse aller jusqu'à ce que le tourbillon&lt;br /&gt;somnambule de verre et de la cadence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je élan&lt;br /&gt;battre dans chaque fibre de mon être&lt;br /&gt;un océan convulsé&lt;br /&gt;faim épaves&lt;br /&gt;ton cœur et je suis la voix de la nostalgie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving the Lonely Nights&lt;br /&gt;l'aube de la nuit&lt;br /&gt;il devient jour le noir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est ma destinée d'être rebelle et sauvage&lt;br /&gt;royaume dans sa galaxie&lt;br /&gt;J'écris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Route de mon temple&lt;br /&gt;à la grotte de l'alchimie&lt;br /&gt;où être libre et rebelle&lt;br /&gt;est de ma création&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ils s'étendent des ailes&lt;br /&gt;créativité ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-1979324167915816398?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/1979324167915816398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-ubico-en-el-ardor-soy-el-ardor-de.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-5407230647639990511</id><published>2010-01-21T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T05:44:26.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S1hYHk8pKWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wd8AVzlCFEk/s1600-h/divagando-napalomaww3qdy5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429186237995493730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S1hYHk8pKWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wd8AVzlCFEk/s320/divagando-napalomaww3qdy5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESTELA DE AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estela materia en movimiento&lt;br /&gt;ondular constante y sonoro&lt;br /&gt;estela marina cristales de agua&lt;br /&gt;que disipa la luna y el viento&lt;br /&gt;estrellas fugaces dejan estelas de luz&lt;br /&gt;una lluvia de estrellas&lt;br /&gt;andanadas de deseos callados&lt;br /&gt;de mis labios y mi mente brotan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salgo en las noches a cazar estrellas&lt;br /&gt;a cazar los rumores que me trae el mar&lt;br /&gt;mis pupilas se pierden en el horizonte&lt;br /&gt;donde se confunden el cielo y el mar&lt;br /&gt;y en un punto mágico dibujo tu faz&lt;br /&gt;escribo tu nombre con lápiz de fuego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;navego hacia un rumbo cierto&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos me guían a tu playa calma&lt;br /&gt;mis manos  cincelan el aire&lt;br /&gt;y aunque estés ausente&lt;br /&gt;siempre estas conmigo&lt;br /&gt;estelas marinas me traen tu magia&lt;br /&gt;estelas invisibles te llevan mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se duerme la noche al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;el sol borra las estelas&lt;br /&gt;cubre los secretos que guardo&lt;br /&gt;esos que unen nuestras almas&lt;br /&gt;navego en mares de ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;con hilos de espuma bordo esperanzas&lt;br /&gt;anudo banderas que llevan tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;me visto de símbolos&lt;br /&gt;de tierra&lt;br /&gt;de aire&lt;br /&gt;de fuego&lt;br /&gt;de agua&lt;br /&gt;así de potente este amor que siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STELA OF LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stela matter in motion&lt;br /&gt;constant ripple noise&lt;br /&gt;marine trail water crystals&lt;br /&gt;that dissipates the moon and the wind&lt;br /&gt;shooting stars leave trails of light&lt;br /&gt;a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;volleys of silent wishes&lt;br /&gt;from my lips and my mind sprout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out at night to catch stars&lt;br /&gt;the rumors that hunting brings the sea&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are lost in the horizon&lt;br /&gt;that blur the sky and the sea&lt;br /&gt;and at one point drawing your face magic&lt;br /&gt;write your name in pencil of fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I navigate to any definite course&lt;br /&gt;your eyes guide me to your beach calm&lt;br /&gt;air chisel my hands&lt;br /&gt;and while you are away&lt;br /&gt;you are always with me&lt;br /&gt;marine trails bring me your magic&lt;br /&gt;invisible trails bring you my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep the night at dawn&lt;br /&gt;the sun clears the stelae&lt;br /&gt;covers the secrets I keep&lt;br /&gt;those that bind our souls&lt;br /&gt;I sail in seas of illusions&lt;br /&gt;foam board with threads of hope&lt;br /&gt;tied flags bearing your name&lt;br /&gt;I dress in symbols&lt;br /&gt;land&lt;br /&gt;air&lt;br /&gt;fire&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;thus this love I feel powerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN SILLAGE DE L'AMOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un sillage une matière&lt;br /&gt;Ondulation bruit constant&lt;br /&gt;Eau de mer cristaux sentier&lt;br /&gt;qui dissipe la lune et le vent&lt;br /&gt;Shooting Stars laissent un sillage de lumière&lt;br /&gt;une pluie de météores&lt;br /&gt;des volées de Silent Wishes&lt;br /&gt;de ma bouche et mon esprit de germes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sors la nuit pour attraper les étoiles&lt;br /&gt;les rumeurs qui la chasse apporte la mer.&lt;br /&gt;mes yeux se perdent dans l'horizon&lt;br /&gt;qui brouillent le ciel et la mer&lt;br /&gt;et à un moment magique de dessin de votre visage&lt;br /&gt;écrivez votre nom au crayon de feu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je navigue sur un cours précis&lt;br /&gt;tes yeux me guider vers votre calme plage&lt;br /&gt;air ciseau mes mains&lt;br /&gt;Et pendant que vous êtes absent&lt;br /&gt;tu es toujours avec moi&lt;br /&gt;Sentiers maritimes m'apporter votre magie&lt;br /&gt;sentiers invisibles vous apporter mon amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sommeil de la nuit à l'aube&lt;br /&gt;le soleil efface les stèles&lt;br /&gt;couvre-je garder les secrets&lt;br /&gt;ces dernières lient que nos âmes&lt;br /&gt;Je navigue dans les mers d'illusions&lt;br /&gt;mousse de bord avec des fils de l'espoir&lt;br /&gt;liée drapeaux portant votre nom&lt;br /&gt;Je m'habille en symboles&lt;br /&gt;territoire&lt;br /&gt;air&lt;br /&gt;incendie&lt;br /&gt;eau&lt;br /&gt;Ainsi, cette amour que je ressens puissant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugiere una traducción mejor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5407230647639990511?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/5407230647639990511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/01/estela-de-amor-estela-materia-en.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-7698069052412245180</id><published>2010-01-17T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:34:13.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS TESTIMONIALES'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S1NXZs3M9QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kLGLlJvYEys/s1600-h/divagando-pensandoenvos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427778074962621698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S1NXZs3M9QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kLGLlJvYEys/s320/divagando-pensandoenvos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;INSOMNIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es él que me alcanza cada noche&lt;br /&gt;y mantiene en estado de vigilia&lt;br /&gt;el que me arrastra en tierra áspera&lt;br /&gt;el que me hiere con puñales invisibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnio…&lt;br /&gt;es cuando Orfeo se niega cobijarme&lt;br /&gt;cuando los abedules susurran&lt;br /&gt;los búhos hablan entre sí&lt;br /&gt;y la noche se transforma en cruenta&lt;br /&gt;se bifurca el espacio&lt;br /&gt;no dando espacio al sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnio…&lt;br /&gt;es cuando las horas se detienen&lt;br /&gt;cuando todas las furias se despiertan&lt;br /&gt;y me aúllan que la soledad es feroz&lt;br /&gt;cuando la tormenta me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;cuando mis ojos arden enrojecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnio...&lt;br /&gt;es el que me alcanza cada noche&lt;br /&gt;cuando se despierta la conciencia&lt;br /&gt;y mi cama es más grande que el planeta&lt;br /&gt;y esta más desierta que el Sahara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnio..&lt;br /&gt;condena que me infringen las ausencias&lt;br /&gt;cuando espero que regresen sus voces&lt;br /&gt;cuando el nudo pesado de la noche&lt;br /&gt;me asfixia y un vetusto tintineo de sonajas&lt;br /&gt;me angustia y busco en las sombras&lt;br /&gt;y descubro que las sombras son sólo sombras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnio..&lt;br /&gt;pálido abandono del descanso&lt;br /&gt;cuando la memoria azul y nostalgiosa&lt;br /&gt;me recuerdan mis alas quebradas&lt;br /&gt;cuando la tristeza ocupa todos los espacios&lt;br /&gt;cuando recurro a las plegarias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnio..&lt;br /&gt;es cuando la noche no se apiada&lt;br /&gt;cuando las llaves yacen desparramadas&lt;br /&gt;cuando mi alma sufre desterrada&lt;br /&gt;cuando mis ojos se niegan a cerrarse&lt;br /&gt;y me se alejada de los que  amé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSOMNIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it that reaches me each night&lt;br /&gt;and keeps waking&lt;br /&gt;I drag the rough ground&lt;br /&gt;that hurts me the invisible daggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia ...&lt;br /&gt;is when Orpheus refuses take shelter&lt;br /&gt;when the birch trees rustle&lt;br /&gt;owls talk to each other&lt;br /&gt;and the evening turns into bloody&lt;br /&gt;divides the space&lt;br /&gt;not giving space to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia ...&lt;br /&gt;is when the hours are stopped&lt;br /&gt;when all the furies wake&lt;br /&gt;and I howl that loneliness is fierce&lt;br /&gt;when the storm disturbs me&lt;br /&gt;when my eyes burn red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia ...&lt;br /&gt;is one that reaches me each night&lt;br /&gt;when you wake up the conscience&lt;br /&gt;and my bed is bigger than the planet&lt;br /&gt;and this more than the Sahara desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia ..&lt;br /&gt;conviction that I violate the absences&lt;br /&gt;I hope to return when their voices&lt;br /&gt;when the heavy knot of night&lt;br /&gt;me choking and a very old jingle rattles&lt;br /&gt;I panic and look in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;and find that the shadows are only shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia ..&lt;br /&gt;abandonment of the rest pale&lt;br /&gt;when blue and nostalgic memory&lt;br /&gt;I remember my broken wings&lt;br /&gt;when sadness takes all spaces&lt;br /&gt;When we turn to prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia ..&lt;br /&gt;when the night is not mercy&lt;br /&gt;when keys lie scattered&lt;br /&gt;when my soul suffers exile&lt;br /&gt;when my eyes refuse to close&lt;br /&gt;and I was away from those I loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSOMNIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;est-ce qui m'arrive chaque nuit&lt;br /&gt;et tient éveillé&lt;br /&gt;Je fais glisser le sol rugueux&lt;br /&gt;qui me fait mal les poignards invisibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnie ...&lt;br /&gt;c'est quand Orphée refuse de s'abriter&lt;br /&gt;quand le bruissement des bouleaux&lt;br /&gt;hiboux parler les uns aux autres&lt;br /&gt;et le soir se transforme en sanglante&lt;br /&gt;divise l'espace&lt;br /&gt;ne donnant pas la place pour dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnie ...&lt;br /&gt;c'est quand les heures sont à l'arrêt&lt;br /&gt;lorsque toutes les furies de sillage&lt;br /&gt;et je hurle que la solitude est féroce&lt;br /&gt;quand l'orage me dérange&lt;br /&gt;quand mes yeux brûlent rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnie ...&lt;br /&gt;est celui qui arrive à moi tous les soirs&lt;br /&gt;quand on se réveille la conscience&lt;br /&gt;et mon lit est plus grand que la planète&lt;br /&gt;et ce plus que le désert du Sahara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'insomnie ..&lt;br /&gt;conviction que je viole les absences&lt;br /&gt;J'espère y retourner quand leur voix&lt;br /&gt;quand le nœud lourds de la nuit&lt;br /&gt;m'étouffe et une crécelle jingle très vieux&lt;br /&gt;Je panique et regardez dans l'ombre&lt;br /&gt;et de trouver que les ombres ne sont que des ombres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'insomnie ..&lt;br /&gt;abandon de la pâle reste&lt;br /&gt;quand le bleu et nostalgique de la mémoire&lt;br /&gt;Je me souviens de mes ailes brisées&lt;br /&gt;quand la tristesse prend toutes les places&lt;br /&gt;Quand nous nous tournons à la prière&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'insomnie ..&lt;br /&gt;quand la nuit n'est pas la miséricorde&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque les clés se trouvent dispersés&lt;br /&gt;quand mon âme souffre exil&lt;br /&gt;quand mes yeux refusent de fermer&lt;br /&gt;et j'étais loin de ceux que j'aimais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-7698069052412245180?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/7698069052412245180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/01/insomnio-es-el-que-me-alcanza-cada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-90091383157191850</id><published>2010-01-13T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:57:18.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S03A3mdOmzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/y1n4nSlq7mc/s1600-h/bajan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426205187499793202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S03A3mdOmzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/y1n4nSlq7mc/s320/bajan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;TE IMAGINO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;te imagino... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;un romántico empedernido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;poeta intenso y suave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;que sabe acariciar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;y hacer vibrar los sentidos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;como un lago tranquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;te imagino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;misterioso y profundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;alguien masculino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;apasionado y sensual.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;de rostro delicado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;de mirada penetrante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;mirada arcana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;que atraviesa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;que hipnotiza que cobija... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;te imagino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;hombre de piel suave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;con aroma marino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;cuerpo fibroso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;amante inagotable... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;amante lento s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ensual erótico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;recorriendo senderos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;pulsando vigoroso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;hasta arrancar gemidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;labios suaves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;que besan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;hasta robar el alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;que no cede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;-hasta vencer los sentidos-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU IMAGINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine you ...&lt;br /&gt;a hopeless romantic&lt;br /&gt;Intense and smooth poet&lt;br /&gt;who knows caress&lt;br /&gt;and vibrating the senses ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a calm lake&lt;br /&gt;I imagine&lt;br /&gt;mysterious and profound&lt;br /&gt;one male.&lt;br /&gt;passionate and sensual ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delicate face&lt;br /&gt;penetrating gaze&lt;br /&gt;arcane eye crossing&lt;br /&gt;hypnotizing&lt;br /&gt;sheltering ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine&lt;br /&gt;soft-skinned man&lt;br /&gt;marine-scented ...&lt;br /&gt;fibrous body&lt;br /&gt;inexhaustible lover ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow lover&lt;br /&gt;sensual&lt;br /&gt;erotic&lt;br /&gt;walking trails&lt;br /&gt;pressing strong&lt;br /&gt;to start moaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft lips&lt;br /&gt;kissing&lt;br /&gt;to steal the soul&lt;br /&gt;unyielding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to overcome the senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOUS IMAGINEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginez que vous ...&lt;br /&gt;A hopeless romantic&lt;br /&gt;Intense et lisse poète&lt;br /&gt;qui sait caresser&lt;br /&gt;et faire vibrer les sens ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comme un lac calme&lt;br /&gt;J'imagine&lt;br /&gt;mystérieux et profond&lt;br /&gt;un mâle.&lt;br /&gt;passionnée et sensuelle ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;délicate face&lt;br /&gt;regard pénétrant&lt;br /&gt;Arcane oeil de passage&lt;br /&gt;hypnotiser&lt;br /&gt;à l'abri ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'imagine&lt;br /&gt;non blindés homme&lt;br /&gt;marine au parfum ...&lt;br /&gt;fibreux du corps&lt;br /&gt;inépuisable amant ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lente amant&lt;br /&gt;sensuelle&lt;br /&gt;érotique&lt;br /&gt;Sentiers de promenade&lt;br /&gt;appuyant sur une forte&lt;br /&gt;de commencer à gémir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft lèvres&lt;br /&gt;baiser&lt;br /&gt;de voler l'âme&lt;br /&gt;inflexible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à surmonter les sens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-90091383157191850?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/90091383157191850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/01/te-imagino-te-imagino.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/90091383157191850'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S0KvGK--R1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/wmv_AUQF_2A/s1600-h/00hn052GoEl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423089421870057298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S0KvGK--R1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/wmv_AUQF_2A/s320/00hn052GoEl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGRADECI A DIOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy agradecí a Dios haberte conocido&lt;br /&gt;guiñe el ojo al lucero más brillante&lt;br /&gt;y sin pensarlo le puse tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cielo me devuelve tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;y mis manos se esmeraran en caricias&lt;br /&gt;lanzo al viento mis te amo&lt;br /&gt;entretanto siento nuestros cuerpos palpitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminar sin ti a mi lado, yo no puedo &lt;br /&gt;necesito tu voz en arrullo en mis oídos&lt;br /&gt;tus palabras despiertan dulces emociones&lt;br /&gt;dame tus manos burlemos al destino&lt;br /&gt;si he de perderme que sea contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La inspiración nace el ápice de tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;en cada acorde que tus manos me regalan&lt;br /&gt;en esa canción que jamás será olvidada&lt;br /&gt;en la suavidad de un beso furtivo&lt;br /&gt;en la comunión de nuestras lenguas enredadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son granitos de arena y de amor&lt;br /&gt;ellos que me atrapan con la calidez del verbo&lt;br /&gt;déjame amarte sin medida o permiso&lt;br /&gt;déjame que te regale cada verso&lt;br /&gt;que tu sonrisa me incita a crear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THANKED GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today thanked God I met you&lt;br /&gt;winking at the brightest star&lt;br /&gt;and without thinking I put your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky returns me your smile&lt;br /&gt;and my hands took care caresses&lt;br /&gt;I throw my wind I love you&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile feel our bodies throb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk without you by my side, I can not&lt;br /&gt;I need your voice in lullaby in my ears&lt;br /&gt;your words sweet emotions aroused&lt;br /&gt;give me your hands the fate mock&lt;br /&gt;if I lose it with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration comes the apex of your smile&lt;br /&gt;in each line than your hands I give away&lt;br /&gt;that song will never be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;in the softness of a furtive kiss&lt;br /&gt;in the fellowship of our tongues tangled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are grains of sand and love&lt;br /&gt;I catch them with the warmth of the verb&lt;br /&gt;let me love you without measure or permission&lt;br /&gt;let me regale each verse&lt;br /&gt;your smile makes me want to create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai remercié Dieu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui remercié Dieu que je t'ai rencontré&lt;br /&gt;clin d'oeil à l'étoile la plus brillante&lt;br /&gt;et sans réfléchir j'ai mis votre nom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le ciel me renvoie ton sourire&lt;br /&gt;et mes mains a pris soin caresses&lt;br /&gt;Je jette mon vent Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;Pendant ce temps le sentiment que notre corps palpiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcher sans vous à mes côtés, je ne peux pas&lt;br /&gt;J'ai besoin de votre voix dans berceuse à mes oreilles&lt;br /&gt;vos paroles douces émotions suscité&lt;br /&gt;Donnez-moi vos mains le sort maquette&lt;br /&gt;si je le perdre avec vous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'inspiration provient de l'apex de votre sourire&lt;br /&gt;dans chaque ligne que vos mains je donne&lt;br /&gt;cette chanson ne sera jamais oublié&lt;br /&gt;dans la douceur d'un baiser furtif&lt;br /&gt;dans la communion de nos langues emmêlés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce sont des grains de sable et de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;Je les prends avec la chaleur du verbe&lt;br /&gt;Permettez-moi de vous aimer sans mesure ou la permission&lt;br /&gt;Permettez-moi de régaler chaque verset&lt;br /&gt;ton sourire me donne envie de créer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-3322560669587354590?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/3322560669587354590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/01/agradeci-dios-hoy-agradeci-dios-haberte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/3322560669587354590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/3322560669587354590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2010/01/agradeci-dios-hoy-agradeci-dios-haberte.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/S0KvGK--R1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/wmv_AUQF_2A/s72-c/00hn052GoEl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-4138649994541185351</id><published>2009-12-30T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:09:50.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SzwG--J7GEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pghQu--i8OY/s1600-h/divagando-851276z.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421215730353510466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SzwG--J7GEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pghQu--i8OY/s320/divagando-851276z.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SALUDO A TODOS MI AMIGOS DEL MUNDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quería terminar el 2009, sin agradecer su compañía, por hacer que mis sueños se hicieran realidad. Cuando me embarque en este proyecto de armar un blog,  no paso por mi mente que pudiera llegar tan lejos de mi Argentina, a sitios tan distantes del planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por dejarme entrar en sus hogares, por visitar mis universos creativos.&lt;br /&gt;Siento que no hay fronteras que la palabra trasciende, hermana, nos comunica.&lt;br /&gt;Hago un brindis imaginario con todos ustedes.&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy más que nunca creo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando la poesía despliega sus alas, empieza el milagro, y el alma siente que todavía no ha perdido el Paraíso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREETINGS TO ALL MY FRIENDS OF THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not want to end by 2009, without acknowledging your company, make my dreams come true. When I embarked on this project to assemble a blog, do not pass through my mind I could get so far from my Argentina, as far away from the planet.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me into their homes, for visiting my creative universes.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that there is no word that transcends borders, sister, tells us.&lt;br /&gt;I imagined a toast with you all.&lt;br /&gt;And today more than ever I believe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when poetry is spreading its wings, start the miracle, and the soul feels he still has not lost Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOEUX A TOUS MES AMIS DU MONDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous ne voulez pas finir d'ici 2009, sans tenir compte de votre entreprise, à réaliser mes rêves deviennent réalité. Lorsque je me suis embarqué sur ce projet d'assembler un blog, ne passent pas à travers mon esprit je pourrais obtenir si loin de mon Argentine, aussi loin de la planète.&lt;br /&gt;Merci de me laisser entrer chez eux, de visiter mon univers créatif.&lt;br /&gt;Je pense qu'il n'y a pas de mot qui transcende les frontières, ma sœur, nous le dit.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai imaginé un toast avec vous tous.&lt;br /&gt;Et aujourd'hui plus que jamais, je crois:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que, lorsque la poésie est déployant ses ailes, démarrez le miracle, et l'âme sent qu'il n'a pas encore perdu le paradis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-4138649994541185351?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/4138649994541185351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/12/saludo-todos-mi-amigos-del-mundo-no.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/4138649994541185351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/4138649994541185351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/12/saludo-todos-mi-amigos-del-mundo-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SzwG--J7GEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pghQu--i8OY/s72-c/divagando-851276z.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-2887166554910902508</id><published>2009-12-16T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:45:01.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Symo65CRhII/AAAAAAAAAF0/EqURpR8oTko/s1600-h/xmas_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416045756585968770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Symo65CRhII/AAAAAAAAAF0/EqURpR8oTko/s320/xmas_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;SANTA CLAUS, TE INVITO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay! Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;deja tu Finlandia helada&lt;br /&gt;escabúllete del invierno&lt;br /&gt;deja atrás la nieve y el frío&lt;br /&gt;abandona el gélido Norte&lt;br /&gt;permite que te seduzca&lt;br /&gt;con el verano y sus tangas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven! Mar del Plata&lt;br /&gt;pisa las doradas playas&lt;br /&gt;disfruta del tórrido verano&lt;br /&gt;del Sur dorado de Sol&lt;br /&gt;y de bikinis cavadas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sácate esa obispal vestimenta&lt;br /&gt;y esa barba tan tupida&lt;br /&gt;eso, sí!&lt;br /&gt;mantén tu birrete puesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cambio …&lt;br /&gt;yo podría regalarte&lt;br /&gt;una aventura inolvidable&lt;br /&gt;una inspirada caricia&lt;br /&gt;un beso dulce y placer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En canje a mí invitación&lt;br /&gt;sólo un regalo te pido&lt;br /&gt;algo que desde niña he deseado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Llévame a volar&lt;br /&gt;en tú trineo mágico-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTA CLAUS, I invite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;leave your cold Finland&lt;br /&gt;Winter escabúllete&lt;br /&gt;leaving behind the snow and cold&lt;br /&gt;leaves the frozen North&lt;br /&gt;allows you seduce&lt;br /&gt;with summer and thongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come! Mar del Plata&lt;br /&gt;treading the golden beaches&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the hot summer&lt;br /&gt;South Golden Sun&lt;br /&gt;bikinis and dug ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull the bishop dress&lt;br /&gt;and that beard so thick&lt;br /&gt;So, yes!&lt;br /&gt;keep your cap since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return ...&lt;br /&gt;I could give you&lt;br /&gt;an unforgettable adventure&lt;br /&gt;an inspired touch&lt;br /&gt;a sweet kiss and pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for my invitation&lt;br /&gt;I ask only a gift&lt;br /&gt;something I've wanted since childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take me to fly&lt;br /&gt;in magical sleigh you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTA CLAUS, j'invite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;laissez vos froides Finlande&lt;br /&gt;Hiver escabúllete&lt;br /&gt;laissant derrière eux la neige et le froid&lt;br /&gt;quitte le Grand Nord&lt;br /&gt;permet de vous séduire&lt;br /&gt;avec l'été et strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venir! Mar del Plata&lt;br /&gt;fouler les plages dorées&lt;br /&gt;profiter de l'été chaud&lt;br /&gt;Sud Golden Sun&lt;br /&gt;bikinis et creusé ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirez sur la robe de l'évêque&lt;br /&gt;et cette barbe si épais&lt;br /&gt;Donc, oui!&lt;br /&gt;maintenir votre cap depuis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En retour ...&lt;br /&gt;Je pourrais vous donner&lt;br /&gt;une aventure inoubliable&lt;br /&gt;une touche d'inspiration&lt;br /&gt;un doux baiser et le plaisir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En échange de mon invitation&lt;br /&gt;Je demande seulement un don&lt;br /&gt;quelque chose que je voulais depuis l'enfance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Prends-moi à voler&lt;br /&gt;en traîneau magique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-2887166554910902508?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TE LLEVARAS CONTIGO EL VERANO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te llevarás contigo&lt;br /&gt;tu nombre y mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;lo hecho y no hecho&lt;br /&gt;te llevarás contigo el verano&lt;br /&gt;pero no la pasión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé quedará en mí el verano&lt;br /&gt;y el recuerdo del místico instante&lt;br /&gt;del estallido de uno dentro del otro&lt;br /&gt;nada será lo mismo,&lt;br /&gt;porque estamos unidos&lt;br /&gt;aunque no lo parezca&lt;br /&gt;aunque tú no lo creas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te llevarás contigo mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;porque siempre fue tuya&lt;br /&gt;y este torrente de partículas excitadas&lt;br /&gt;radiantes de nuestro arcano amor&lt;br /&gt;quedándome yo con este amor&lt;br /&gt;ardiendo en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;mientras espero el reencuentro&lt;br /&gt;no sé cuantos centurias debo esperarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo sin sol, sin fuerza y sin coraje&lt;br /&gt;Viajero del misterio incalculable&lt;br /&gt;te desvaneces con el viento&lt;br /&gt;ruego porque vuelvas algún día&lt;br /&gt;me arranques del invierno&lt;br /&gt;en que me sume tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu partida y mi suicidio&lt;br /&gt;queda un angustioso rastro letal&lt;br /&gt;sin latidos ni goces&lt;br /&gt;donde una vez hubo dos y sólo uno&lt;br /&gt;irónica primavera, derrites como verano&lt;br /&gt;estoy temblando de frío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no estas amor mío, para abrigarme&lt;br /&gt;este invierno de ausencia me entumece&lt;br /&gt;y a nadie puedo culpar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE REMOVING with YOU THE SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll take with you&lt;br /&gt;your name and my name&lt;br /&gt;it done and not done&lt;br /&gt;you will take with you the summer&lt;br /&gt;but not passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stays in my summer&lt;br /&gt;and the memory of the mystical moment&lt;br /&gt;the outbreak of one inside the other&lt;br /&gt;nothing will be the same,&lt;br /&gt;because we are united&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not&lt;br /&gt;if you do not believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll take with you my soul,&lt;br /&gt;because it was always yours&lt;br /&gt;and this flow of excited particles&lt;br /&gt;radiant love our arcane&lt;br /&gt;I love staying with this&lt;br /&gt;burning in my chest&lt;br /&gt;while I wait for the reunion&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how many centuries wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no sun, without force and without courage&lt;br /&gt;Traveler incalculable mystery&lt;br /&gt;will vanish with the wind&lt;br /&gt;pray that someday again&lt;br /&gt;I winter starts&lt;br /&gt;I join in your absence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your game and my suicide&lt;br /&gt;is an agonizing lethal trail&lt;br /&gt;no heartbeat or enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;where once there were two and only one&lt;br /&gt;ironic spring and summer melt&lt;br /&gt;I'm shivering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not my love, to shelter me&lt;br /&gt;absent this winter numbs me&lt;br /&gt;and no one can blame ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TU TE PORTERAS avec TOI L'ÉTÉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous prendrez avec vous&lt;br /&gt;Votre nom et mon nom&lt;br /&gt;fait et ne se fait pas&lt;br /&gt;vous emporterez avec vous de l'été&lt;br /&gt;mais pas la passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle reste dans mon été&lt;br /&gt;et le souvenir du moment mystique&lt;br /&gt;le déclenchement de l'un dans l'autre&lt;br /&gt;rien ne sera plus le même,&lt;br /&gt;parce que nous sommes unis&lt;br /&gt;Croyez-le ou non&lt;br /&gt;Si vous ne croyez pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous prendrez avec vous mon âme,&lt;br /&gt;parce qu'elle a toujours été exemplaire&lt;br /&gt;et ce flux de particules excitées&lt;br /&gt;rayonnante aimer notre arcane&lt;br /&gt;J'aime rester avec cette&lt;br /&gt;de brûlure dans la poitrine&lt;br /&gt;pendant que j'attends pour la réunion&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas combien de siècles d'attente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas un soleil, sans force et sans courage&lt;br /&gt;Traveler mystère incalculables&lt;br /&gt;disparaîtront avec le vent&lt;br /&gt;prier pour que un jour nouveau&lt;br /&gt;Je commence en hiver&lt;br /&gt;Je me joins en votre absence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Votre jeu et mon suicide&lt;br /&gt;est une piste meurtrière angoissante&lt;br /&gt;absence de battements cardiaques ou la jouissance&lt;br /&gt;là où autrefois il y avait deux et un seul&lt;br /&gt;printemps ironique et la fonte d'été&lt;br /&gt;Je frissonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu n'es pas mon amour, pour m'abriter&lt;br /&gt;absent cet hiver engourdit moi&lt;br /&gt;et personne ne peut blâmer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-4568872986052833988?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/4568872986052833988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/12/te-llevaras-contigo-el-verano-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/4568872986052833988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/4568872986052833988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/12/te-llevaras-contigo-el-verano-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SycNpylQa_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UbZOS92ulko/s72-c/ale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-8043303830665863459</id><published>2009-12-13T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:46:59.752-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PROSA POETICA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SyVgR0dT4NI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SGegiLtQe0c/s1600-h/hada0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414839986238513362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SyVgR0dT4NI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SGegiLtQe0c/s320/hada0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;INSTANTANEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“Cogito ergo sum”, en latín “Pienso y luego existo”, ó simplemente “Porque pienso existo”- como dijo Descartes. Una gran verdad, nacida de un error de traducción es algo irónico pensarlo, pero a través del error también se pueden construir excelentes estructuras racionalistas. Es imposible negar la contundencia que encuadra la frase.  A veces también pienso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pienso en la muerte, y en como acecha. Como nos ronda, mientras conversamos, compartimos, incluso cuando trazamos planes, siempre esta omnipresente con su traje de luto, y su rostro huesudo. Y nosotros ni siquiera pensamos en ella, porque siempre la encontramos alejada de nuestra realidad y por ese sentimiento de omnipotencia tan humano, que nos hace creer que somos eternos un pensamiento tonto y vano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La muerte estaba entre nosotras, acariciándonos,  en aquellos días de verano de aquel 2005. Cuando nuestras sonrisas eran llanas, autenticas y despreocupadas. Cuando nuestras conversaciones eran intimas, profundas y las confidencias eran algo natural entre amigas. Hubo jueves mágicos, jueves que atesoro en la eternidad de mi memoria tan efímera como lo es la vida. Donde lo esotérico y metafísico no estaba ausente. Donde las reflexiones, las ideas, los proyectos no estaban ausentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo olvidar la manera en que mirábamos desde la ventana de aquel tercer piso, la calle. Siempre intentando descubrir que pensaban o veían esos transeúntes apurados. Lo hacíamos como un juego y también en busca de detonadores de creatividad. Quizá porque ese era el modo ó la excusa para trasmitir nuestras vivencias a través de la poesía. En palabras volcábamos percepciones, impresiones, sentimientos sin duda más  propios que ajenos. Tal vez pensando que observando a otros seres humanos, podríamos escudriñar en espacios inexplorados de nuestra alma. Vaya una a saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de tantos años aún puedo escuchar la música y siento una emoción que me eleva de un modo agradable. Recuerdo los casetes con la voz de Cortazar y ese acento tan suyo y la forma peculiar de arrastrar las “r”, a Borges, a Soriano, Gelman, Benedetti, a los poetas cubanos y a tantos otros grandes, que nos nutrían esas tardes literarias. Y, así transcurrieron muchas tardes entre te de canela y de jazmín, entre sahumerios, entre libros y escritos, como alimento prioritario a nuestra sensibilidad. La verdad éramos insaciables. No hay magnificencia o exageraciones en lo que relato. Porque la magia es así de simple, y reside en nosotros, en nuestra forma de mirar la vida, de evaluar el tiempo. Tampoco quiero omitir los momentos banales, las conversaciones que se tienen entre amigas donde el centro más de una vez es el sexo opuesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diferencia del mío, el espíritu de ella era libre, algo que admiraba era su desparpajo, su falta de tabúes había tenido muchas relaciones, muchos amores. En eso éramos diametralmente opuestas, yo siempre he pecado encarcelar mí espíritu, en esa indecisión de permitirme sentir o no, del que dirán como si eso fuera importante, no siendo fiel conmigo misma y con mis sentimientos. En cambio ella era  desenfadada. Cuando entraba la tarde llegaba su esposo Darío, y nos saludaba. Nos dejaba a solas, respetaba nuestras reuniones, que podían ser interrumpidas por Juan uno de sus hijos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanta calidez, cuanta energía positiva, cuanta presencia de vos se sentía en tu casa, cuanta huella tuya en mí. Me enseñaste a que era posible construir templos en cualquier lado, en todos lados si lo hacíamos con amor, que era factible abrir pantallas mentales y armar nuestro templo interior, el que nos protegiera en épocas de inquietud y sufrimiento, donde finalmente pudiéramos hallar nuestro paraíso interno. Un lugar perfecto, donde la tierra, el cielo y yo fuéramos una Trinidad, acercándome a Dios. En esos días de alegría y alborozo, no pensaba en que la vida era como un reloj de arena puesto en funcionamiento, que se diluye más rápido de lo que imaginamos. Más de una tarde nos encontramos caminando por la calle Congreso, ó por la plaza que esta en Ciudad de la Paz y Juramento. Que manera de llorar y de reírnos, sin límites o pretensiones, sólo sintiendo. Viene a mi memoria las palabras de doña María la dueña de una mercería en la zona de Belgrano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chicas que esa alegría las acompañe siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el siempre es un término que tiene caducidad, en ese momento lo desconocía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es rara la añoranza, que me alcanza en este mediodía de un 13 de diciembre del año 2009. Donde me embarco en un viaje en el tiempo que me brinda el disfrute de encontrarme con tan gratos recuerdos. Me acuerdo de tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anímate intentar ser feliz, la felicidad no mata, no estés sola eres una bella mujer, muchos hombres estarían complacidos de estar contigo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me anime, pero nunca fui amiga de los impulsos, de los atropellamientos, me llevo cuatro años tomar la decisión de tener una relación con alguien. No puedo negar el vértigo que tal decisión me produjo. Pero algo salio mal. Supongo por ni inexperiencia, por esta cosa arraigada de estar sola, de valerme sola y de no contar con otro a mí lado.  Hoy sé que el amor duele. Duele en el alma; en la piel, en los ojos, en la boca, en el cuerpo, en el sexo, en las entrañas, en todo mi ser duele. No estoy arrepentida de la experiencia vivida, no tengo cargo de conciencia, lo intente y supongo que el fracaso era una posibilidad más, si bien quise apostar por éxito. Pero nunca fui buena jugadora,  he fracasado donde otros han triunfado, he fracasado en algunos aspectos, pero al menos bien o mal me anime a sentir a disfrutar, a querer y compartir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor es un sentimiento muy difícil de alcanzar. Creo que todo sería más fácil y menos doloroso, si pidiéramos conservarlo, una vez que lo hallamos. Pero no siempre se consigue lo que se desea, eso también duele. Supongo que debo guardar duelo por el fracaso, plantearme si fueron tantos mis errores, tantos mis caprichos. El fracaso, tiene tantos paralelismos con la muerte, porque es silencioso, atrevido y arrasa con todo lo bueno y lo malo. De todos modos la muerte resulta más cruenta, porque se lleva para siempre a quienes amamos profundamente, entrañablemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuántas veces hablamos de la muerte; del diablo, del bien, del mal, del dogma, de Dios y de sus designios, de los ángeles y cuántas veces le agradecimos estar vivas. Todavía no me queda claro porque se detuvo tu marcha. Mientras yo sigo mi destino. Por momentos siento miedo de olvidarme de las cosas, porque el tiempo en ocasiones las desdibuja, las sublimiza. Me empeño en no olvidar nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque debo confesarte que el te de canela tiene sabor a ausencia. Y no puedo dejar de preguntarme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Dónde están todos?.¿Dónde están las sombras largas de esas personas altas de tanto darme. Altas de tanto amarlas?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que no son fantasmas, sé que siguen a mi lado, que me confortan en mis días aciagos, donde pienso que la gracia de Dios me ha dejado. Pero no es Dios el responsable de este sentir, sino mis propias carencias como humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Cogito ergo sum" in Latin "I think and therefore I am", or simply "Because I am" - as Descartes said. A great truth, born of a translation error is somewhat ironic thought, but through error can also build excellent structures rationalists. It is impossible to deny the forcefulness that fits the sentence. Sometimes they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about death, and as stalking. As we round, while we talk, we share, even when we draw plans, always omnipresent in his suit of mourning, and his bony face. And we do not even think about it, because I always found it far from our reality and that feeling of omnipotence so human, that makes us believe that we are eternal thought foolish and vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death was between us, caressing, in those days that summer of 2005. When our smiles were plain, authentic and carefree. When our conversation was intimate, deep and confidences were a natural thing between friends. There was magic Thursday, Thursday I treasure in my memory forever as ephemeral as life is. Where the esoteric and metaphysical was not absent. Where thoughts, ideas, projects were not absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not forget how they looked from the window of that third floor, the street. Always trying to find those who thought or were bystanders hurry. We did it as a game and looking for triggers of creativity. Perhaps because that was the way or an excuse to pass on our experiences through poetry. In the words volcábamos perceptions, impressions, feelings undoubtedly better suited than others. Perhaps thinking that watching other human beings, we could peer into unexplored areas of our soul. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many years I can still hear the music and feel an emotion that brings me a nice way. I remember the cassette with Cortazar's voice and that accent so peculiarly his own and drag the "r", Borges, Soriano, Gelman, Benedetti, poets and many other great Cuban, we nurtured these literary evenings. And so I spent many afternoons between cinnamon and jasmine, including incense, among books and papers as food priority to our sensibilities. The truth we were insatiable. There is no glory or exaggerations as narrative. Because magic is that simple, and resides in us, in our way of looking at life time evaluation. Nor can I ignore the trivial moments, the conversations are between friends where the center more than once is the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike mine, her spirit was free, something he admired was his savvy, his lack of taboos had had many relationships, many loves. At that were diametrically opposed, I always sin imprison my spirit, in that indecision laying or not, which say as if it were important, not being true to myself and my feelings. Instead it was casual. When he entered the evening her husband came Darius and greeted us. We left him alone, he respected our meetings, which could be interrupted by one of his sons John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much warmth, as much positive energy, how much presence you feel at home, with any trace of you in me. You taught me that it was possible to build temples anywhere, everywhere with love if we did, it was feasible to open up our screens mental and inner temple, which protect us in times of unrest and suffering, where we finally found our paradise procedure. A perfect place, where land, sky and I were a Trinity, approaching God. In those days of joy and merriment, not thinking that life was like an hourglass set up, which fades faster than we imagine. More than one evening we are walking down Congress Street, or at the Plaza which is in City of Peace and Oath. What a way to mourn and laugh, without limitation or pretensions, just feeling. He comes to my mind the words of Dona Maria owned a haberdashery in the area of Belgrano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls who always accompany the joy of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But always have a term expiration, at that time did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare is the longing that reaches me in this afternoon of 13 December 2009. Where I embark on a journey in time which gives me the enjoyment of meeting so fond memories. I remember your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Courage to be happy, happiness does not kill, you're not alone you're a beautiful woman, most men would be happy to be with you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And encouraged me, but I was never friends with the pulsed-pedestrian accidents, took me four years to take the decision to have a relationship with someone. I can not deny the vertigo that made me such a decision. But something went wrong. I guess by inexperience or, for that matter rooted to be alone, I should apply one and not have another side to me. Today I know that love hurts. It hurts in the soul of the skin, eyes, mouth, into the body, sex in the belly, in my whole being hurts. I'm sorry for the experience, I have no guilty conscience, try and guess the failure was another possibility, but I wanted to bet on success. But I was never good player, I have failed where others have succeeded, I failed in some respects, but at least good or bad I feel encouraged to enjoy, to love and share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a feeling very difficult to achieve. I think it would be easier and less painful, if we asked to keep it, once we found it. But not always get what you want, that also hurts. I suppose I should mourn for the failure, many wonder if they were my mistakes, my many quirks. The failure has many parallels with the death, because it is quiet, daring and destroys everything good and bad. Anyway it is more cruel death, because it takes forever we love deeply, deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we talk about the death of the devil, good, evil, the dogma of God and his designs, angels and how many times you grateful to be alive. Still not clear to me because he stopped your progress. As I follow my destiny. At times I am afraid of forgetting things, because time is at times blurred, the sublimating. I try to not forget anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I must confess that you have cinnamon flavored absence. And I can not help wondering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where is everybody?. Where are the long shadows of these people give me so much higher. Discharges of both love them? ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are ghosts, I know you are beside me, comforting me in my dark days, where I think the grace of God has left me. But God is not responsible for this feeling, but my own shortcomings as human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Cogito ergo sum" en latin "je pense et donc je suis», ou simplement «Parce que je suis» - comme disait Descartes. Une grande vérité, né d'une erreur de traduction est quelque peu ironique de la pensée, mais par erreur peut aussi construire d'excellentes structures rationalistes. Il est impossible de nier cette fermeté qui correspond à la phrase. Parfois, ils pensent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je pense à la mort et comme le harcèlement criminel. Comme nous l'avons ronde, tandis que nous parlons, nous partageons, même quand nous dessiner des plans, toujours omniprésente dans son habit de deuil, et son visage osseux. Et nous ne pensons même pas, parce que j'ai toujours trouvé loin de notre réalité et ce sentiment d'omnipotence si humaine, qui nous fait croire que nous sommes éternels pensée folle et vaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mort était entre nous, à caresser, à cette époque que l'été de 2005. Quand nos sourires étaient de simples, authentiques et sans soucis. Lors de notre conversation était intime, profonde et confidences étaient une chose naturelle entre amis. Il y avait de la magie Jeudi, jeudi, j'ai un trésor dans ma mémoire à jamais aussi éphémère que la vie. Lorsque l'ésotérique et métaphysique n'était pas absent. Où les pensées, les idées, les projets ne sont pas absents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne peux pas oublier comment ils avaient l'air de la fenêtre de ce troisième étage, la rue. Essayant toujours de trouver ceux qui pensaient ou étaient des passants pressés. Nous l'avons fait comme un jeu et à la recherche d'éléments déclencheurs de la créativité. Peut-être parce que c'était la façon ou d'une excuse pour transmettre nos expériences à travers la poésie. Dans les perceptions volcábamos mots, des impressions, des sentiments sans doute mieux que d'autres. Pensant peut-être que regarder les autres êtres humains, nous pourrions par les pairs dans des domaines inexplorés de notre âme. Qui sait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Après tant d'années je peux encore entendre la musique et ressentir une émotion qui m'apporte une façon agréable. Je me souviens de la cassette avec la voix Cortazar et cet accent si particulièrement la sienne et faire glisser le "r", Borges, Soriano, Gelman, Benedetti, de poètes et de nombreux autres grands cubaine, nous nous sommes occupés de ces soirées littéraires. J'ai donc passé l'après-midi plusieurs entre la cannelle et de jasmin, y compris l'encens, parmi les livres et les papiers comme priorité la nourriture à notre sensibilité. La vérité, nous étions insatiable. Il n'ya pas de gloire ou exagérations comme récit. Parce que la magie est aussi simple que cela, et réside en nous, dans notre façon de regarder évaluation du temps de vie. Je ne peux pas ignorer les moments triviaux, les conversations sont entre amis où le centre plus d'une fois est le sexe opposé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrairement à la mienne, son esprit était libre, quelque chose qu'il admirait était son savvy, son absence de tabous ont eu des relations beaucoup, beaucoup aime. À ce sont diamétralement opposés, j'ai toujours le péché d'emprisonner mon esprit, dans cette indécision, portant ou non, qui disent que si c'était important, n'étant pas fidèle à moi-même et mes sentiments. Au lieu de cela il était décontracté. Quand il entra dans la soirée son mari est venu Darius et nous salue. Nous l'avons laissé seul, il a respecté nos réunions, ce qui pouvait être interrompu par un de ses fils Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment beaucoup de chaleur, que l'énergie positive, combien de présence vous sentirez comme chez vous, avec toute trace de toi en moi. Tu m'as appris qu'il était possible de construire des temples partout, partout, avec un amour si on le faisait, il était possible d'ouvrir nos écrans mentaux et du temple intérieur, qui nous protéger dans les moments de troubles et de souffrances, où nous avons finalement trouvé notre petit paradis procédure. Un endroit parfait, où la terre, le ciel et moi étions une Trinité, s'approcher de Dieu. En ces jours de joie et de gaieté, ne pas penser que la vie est comme un sablier mis en place, qui se fane plus vite que nous l'imaginons. Plus d'un soir, nous sommes marchant dans la rue du Congrès, ou à la Plaza qui est en ville de la paix et le serment. Quelle belle façon de pleurer et rire, sans limitation ni prétentions, le sentiment juste. Il me vient à l'esprit les paroles de Dona Maria était propriétaire d'une mercerie dans le domaine de Belgrano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Les filles qui accompagnent toujours la joie de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais nous avons toujours une expiration terme, à l'époque n'a pas fait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare est le désir qui me parvient dans cet après-midi du 13 Décembre 2009. Là où je embarquer pour un voyage dans le temps qui me donne le plaisir de répondre à tant de bons souvenirs. Je me souviens de tes paroles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Le courage d'être heureux, le bonheur ne tue pas, vous n'êtes pas seul tu es une belle femme, la plupart des hommes seraient heureux d'être avec vous ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et m'a encouragé, mais je n'ai jamais été amis avec les pulsé accidents de piétons, m'a fallu quatre ans pour prendre la décision d'avoir une relation avec quelqu'un. Je ne peux nier le vertige qui me faisait une telle décision. Mais quelque chose s'est mal passé. Je suppose que par inexpérience ou, d'ailleurs enracinée pour être seul, je dois appliquer l'une et ne pas avoir une autre facette de moi. Aujourd'hui, je sais que l'amour fait mal. Ça fait mal dans l'âme de la peau, yeux, bouche, dans le corps, le sexe dans le ventre, dans mon être tout entier fait mal. Je suis désolé pour l'expérience, je n'ai aucune mauvaise conscience, essayer de deviner l'échec était une autre possibilité, mais je tenais à parier sur le succès. Mais je n'étais jamais bon joueur, j'ai échoué là où d'autres ont réussi, j'ai échoué à certains égards, mais au moins, bon ou mauvais je me sens encouragé à jouir, à aimer et à partager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour est un sentiment très difficile à réaliser. Je pense qu'il serait plus facile et moins douloureux, si l'on demandait de le garder, une fois que nous l'avons trouvé. Mais pas toujours avoir ce qu'on veut, ça fait mal aussi. Je suppose que je devrais le deuil de l'échec, beaucoup se demandent si elles ont été mes erreurs, mes pointes bien. L'échec a de nombreux parallèles avec la mort, parce qu'il est calme, l'audace et détruit tout bon et mauvais. Mort de toute façon il est plus cruel, parce qu'il prend une éternité que nous aimons profondément, profondément.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plusieurs fois, nous parlons de la mort du diable, bien, mal, le dogme de Dieu et ses desseins, les anges et combien de fois vous remercie d'être vivant. Toujours pas clair pour moi car il a cessé de vos progrès. Comme je suis mon destin. Parfois, j'ai peur d'oublier des choses, car le temps est parfois floue, la sublimant. J'essaie de ne pas oublier quelque chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Même si je dois avouer que vous avez absence aromatisé à la cannelle. Et je ne peux m'empêcher de me demander:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where is everybody?. Où sont les longues ombres de ces gens me donnent tellement plus élevé. Les rejets des deux les aimer? ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais qu'il ya des fantômes, je sais que tu es près de moi, me consoler dans mes jours sombres, où je pense que la grâce de Dieu m'a quitté. 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sx6h-76eehI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iKiwTjdrHqY/s1600-h/Gregory_Mancuso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412941904752835090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sx6h-76eehI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iKiwTjdrHqY/s320/Gregory_Mancuso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A VECES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una sonrisa dibujada instantánea&lt;br /&gt;de travesura los ojos chispean&lt;br /&gt;no hay cicatrices,&lt;br /&gt;cuando tú me hablas&lt;br /&gt;elijo ser mujer por toda la eternidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que importan los tropiezos&lt;br /&gt;soy la mejor contrincante&lt;br /&gt;ejerzo la fuerza del consentimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ningún Dios, me ha inventado&lt;br /&gt;me tallaste con tus manos&lt;br /&gt;en un altar me has colocado&lt;br /&gt;soy bruma en axial espiral&lt;br /&gt;niña…ángel…diosa pagana&lt;br /&gt;y el eco de aquel puerto lejano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile instantly&lt;br /&gt;eyes sparkle with mischief&lt;br /&gt;no scars,&lt;br /&gt;when you're talking about&lt;br /&gt;I choose a woman for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;importing the stumbles&lt;br /&gt;I am the best opponent&lt;br /&gt;I exercise the power of consent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God, I have invented&lt;br /&gt;carvings me with your hands&lt;br /&gt;on a pedestal you put me&lt;br /&gt;I mist axial spiral&lt;br /&gt;angel girl ... ... pagan goddess&lt;br /&gt;and the echo of that distant port&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARFOIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un sourire instantanément&lt;br /&gt;yeux pétillent de malice&lt;br /&gt;pas de cicatrices,&lt;br /&gt;quand tu parles&lt;br /&gt;Je choisis une femme pour l'éternité&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;importer les faux pas&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le meilleur adversaire&lt;br /&gt;Je exercer le pouvoir du consentement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas de Dieu, j'ai inventé&lt;br /&gt;sculptures-moi avec vos mains&lt;br /&gt;sur un piédestal, vous me mettre&lt;br /&gt;Je spirale brouillard axiale&lt;br /&gt;Angel Girl ... ... déesse païenne&lt;br /&gt;et l'écho de ce port lointain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-7252390595413049009?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/7252390595413049009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/12/veces-una-sonrisa-dibujada-instantanea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/7252390595413049009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/7252390595413049009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/12/veces-una-sonrisa-dibujada-instantanea.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sx6h-76eehI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iKiwTjdrHqY/s72-c/Gregory_Mancuso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-4022356503252325145</id><published>2009-12-05T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:55:01.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sxqa3rcyvYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IvO_5uquE_I/s1600-h/Menue-divagando1copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411808183586045314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sxqa3rcyvYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IvO_5uquE_I/s320/Menue-divagando1copy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESTE AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la penumbra&lt;br /&gt;en el crepúsculo de mi noche&lt;br /&gt;una estancia de sueños&lt;br /&gt;un recinto colmado de nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;un piano solitario me atrae&lt;br /&gt;aperlados dientes&lt;br /&gt;mis manos, mis dedos se deslizan&lt;br /&gt;ágiles en su teclado blanco y negro&lt;br /&gt;ahí empiezo a delinearte&lt;br /&gt;una metamorfosis musical&lt;br /&gt;te colorea de notas celestiales&lt;br /&gt;de corcheas, de fusas, de semifusas&lt;br /&gt;que rápidas recorren mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;te proyectan claras como saetas&lt;br /&gt;tu figura brota, florece, trasmuta&lt;br /&gt;desde mi entraña nacen una cascada de notas&lt;br /&gt;de acordes que avivan melodías&lt;br /&gt;ritmo, compás, cadencia de amor&lt;br /&gt;emergen armoniosas sinfonías&lt;br /&gt;conciertos eufónicos&lt;br /&gt;por sólo vislumbrarte&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo por amarte&lt;br /&gt;te marcan tan cercano&lt;br /&gt;por instantes&lt;br /&gt;te marcan tan distante&lt;br /&gt;música que llena cada rincón&lt;br /&gt;cada recodo de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;de mi corazón vibrante&lt;br /&gt;vívida tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;que me llena de vos&lt;br /&gt;etéreos pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;nos unen, no siento frío&lt;br /&gt;no pienso en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;mi mente te siente&lt;br /&gt;vuela a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;paisajes celestiales&lt;br /&gt;azules añiles nos cobijan&lt;br /&gt;albergan los gemidos del alma&lt;br /&gt;clamor de alianza entre brumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-de este amor que no termina-&lt;br /&gt;THIS LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows&lt;br /&gt;in the twilight of my night&lt;br /&gt;a stay of dreams&lt;br /&gt;a room full of nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;a piano solo draws me&lt;br /&gt;pearly teeth&lt;br /&gt;my hands, my fingers glide&lt;br /&gt;agile in its black and white keyboard&lt;br /&gt;I start there delinearte&lt;br /&gt;musical metamorphosis&lt;br /&gt;celestial colors of letters you&lt;br /&gt;eighth notes, of sixteenth notes, the sixty-fourth notes&lt;br /&gt;that quick run through my mind&lt;br /&gt;I plan to clear as arrows&lt;br /&gt;your figure stems, flowers, transmutes&lt;br /&gt;from my birth involves a cascade of notes&lt;br /&gt;fueling chord melodies&lt;br /&gt;rhythm, meter, rhythm of love&lt;br /&gt;harmonious symphonies emerge&lt;br /&gt;euphonious concerts&lt;br /&gt;by only vislumbrarte&lt;br /&gt;just for love&lt;br /&gt;mark you as close&lt;br /&gt;by moment&lt;br /&gt;you make so far&lt;br /&gt;music that fills every corner&lt;br /&gt;every corner of my soul&lt;br /&gt;my heart vibrating&lt;br /&gt;Your vivid presence&lt;br /&gt;that fills me with you&lt;br /&gt;ethereal thoughts&lt;br /&gt;unite us, I feel cold&lt;br /&gt;I will not be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I feel my mind&lt;br /&gt;flies to your side&lt;br /&gt;heavenly landscapes&lt;br /&gt;indigo blue shelter us&lt;br /&gt;home to the groans of the soul&lt;br /&gt;hazy alliance cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This love that never ends”&lt;br /&gt;THIS LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans les ombres&lt;br /&gt;dans le crépuscule de ma nuit&lt;br /&gt;un séjour de rêve&lt;br /&gt;une salle pleine de nostalgie&lt;br /&gt;un solo de piano m'attire&lt;br /&gt;nacrée dents&lt;br /&gt;mes mains, mes doigts glissent&lt;br /&gt;Agile dans son clavier noir et blanc&lt;br /&gt;Je commence à y delinearte&lt;br /&gt;métamorphose musicale&lt;br /&gt;célestes couleurs de lettres que vous&lt;br /&gt;croches, de doubles-croches, les soixante-notes quatrième&lt;br /&gt;qui s'exécutent rapidement dans ma tête&lt;br /&gt;J'ai l'intention de clairement comme des flèches&lt;br /&gt;votre silhouette tiges, fleurs, transmute&lt;br /&gt;depuis ma naissance implique une cascade de notes&lt;br /&gt;ravitaillement mélodies corde&lt;br /&gt;rythme, le mètre, le rythme de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;symphonies harmonieuses émergent&lt;br /&gt;euphonique concerts&lt;br /&gt;par vislumbrarte seulement&lt;br /&gt;Just for Love&lt;br /&gt;voyez-vous le plus près&lt;br /&gt;par moment&lt;br /&gt;vous apportez à ce jour&lt;br /&gt;musique qui remplit tous les coins&lt;br /&gt;tous les coins de mon âme&lt;br /&gt;mon cœur vibrant&lt;br /&gt;Votre présence vivante&lt;br /&gt;qui me remplit avec vous&lt;br /&gt;pensées éthérées&lt;br /&gt;nous unissent, j'ai froid&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas être oubliée&lt;br /&gt;Je sens mon esprit&lt;br /&gt;vole à vos côtés&lt;br /&gt;paysages célestes&lt;br /&gt;bleu indigo abris nous&lt;br /&gt;maison pour les gémissements de l'âme&lt;br /&gt;Alliance cri brumeux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Cet amour qui ne finit jamais --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-4022356503252325145?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/4022356503252325145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/12/este-amor-en-la-penumbra-en-el.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/4022356503252325145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/4022356503252325145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/12/este-amor-en-la-penumbra-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sxqa3rcyvYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IvO_5uquE_I/s72-c/Menue-divagando1copy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-3949568362902956374</id><published>2009-11-23T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:23:30.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SwsGgKqV9eI/AAAAAAAAAEw/umxlEpqKk8s/s1600/PAREJA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407422927275947490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SwsGgKqV9eI/AAAAAAAAAEw/umxlEpqKk8s/s320/PAREJA.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABRAZARTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latitudes concordantes&lt;br /&gt;distantes&lt;br /&gt;de mi mundo&lt;br /&gt;cercanas a mi interior&lt;br /&gt;acarician el alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(abrazan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desnudeces&lt;br /&gt;fantasías&lt;br /&gt;nublan la mente&lt;br /&gt;inquieta despertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no tenerte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poesía&lt;br /&gt;energía&lt;br /&gt;brota al llamarte con la mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(abrazar sueños)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bgsound src="http://www.midinet.com.br/alfa/g/George_Michael-One_More_Try.mid"autostart="true" loop="infinite"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sueños&lt;br /&gt;refugio de universos discordantes&lt;br /&gt;galaxias elocuentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ansío despertarte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero te espero&lt;br /&gt;en cada borde&lt;br /&gt;(en la saliente verte)&lt;br /&gt;sublime flash ...instante&lt;br /&gt;mágico momento&lt;br /&gt;impresión de tus labios en el alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-abrazarte...abrazarnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matching latitudes&lt;br /&gt;distant&lt;br /&gt;my world&lt;br /&gt;close to my inner&lt;br /&gt;caress the soul ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nudity&lt;br /&gt;fantasies&lt;br /&gt;cloud the mind&lt;br /&gt;disturbed awaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not to have yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poetry&lt;br /&gt;energy&lt;br /&gt;springs to call to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(embrace dreams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams&lt;br /&gt;discordant universes shelter&lt;br /&gt;eloquent galaxies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I long to wake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I hope&lt;br /&gt;on each edge&lt;br /&gt;(in the outgoing verte)&lt;br /&gt;sublime instant flash ...&lt;br /&gt;magical moment&lt;br /&gt;impression of your lips on the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug-hug ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERRER DANS SES BRAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objets trouvés dans les latitudes&lt;br /&gt;lointain&lt;br /&gt;mon monde&lt;br /&gt;proche de mon intérieur&lt;br /&gt;caressent l'âme ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nudité&lt;br /&gt;fantasmes&lt;br /&gt;obnubiler l'esprit&lt;br /&gt;perturbés réveiller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pas de tenerte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poésie&lt;br /&gt;d'énergie&lt;br /&gt;vient à l'appel à l'esprit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(envisager des rêves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rêves&lt;br /&gt;discordantes univers abri&lt;br /&gt;éloquente galaxies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Il me tarde de sillage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je l'espère, je l'espère&lt;br /&gt;sur chaque arête&lt;br /&gt;(dans la verte sortante)&lt;br /&gt;Flash Instant sublime ...&lt;br /&gt;moment magique&lt;br /&gt;impression de vos lèvres sur l'âme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug-câlin ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-3949568362902956374?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/3949568362902956374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/11/abrazarte-latitudes-concordantes.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/3949568362902956374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/3949568362902956374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/11/abrazarte-latitudes-concordantes.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SwsGgKqV9eI/AAAAAAAAAEw/umxlEpqKk8s/s72-c/PAREJA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-1579130283651240954</id><published>2009-11-13T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:22:42.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CUENTO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sv3bqfcZO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/zsmAv6pPPxk/s1600-h/espejjps.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403716650956045298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sv3bqfcZO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/zsmAv6pPPxk/s320/espejjps.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESPEJOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somos nuestra memoria, somos ese quimérico museo de formas inconstantes, ese montón de espejos rotos".&lt;br /&gt; Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986) Escritor argentino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquellas manos estaban ceñidas a la caña, sobre la superficie del río, bailoteaba un corcho. Eran las mismas manos que quebraron el espejo de agua, con la intención de liberar  demonios. Seres atrapados tras ese espejo ribereño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre la superficie del río se empezó a perfilar una figura, que por momentos tenía rasgos humanos. Pero la imagen era difusa y estaba invertida. El ondular del agua la distorsionaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por alguna razón vino a mi mente el lado oscuro de la luna. Tal vez por lo siniestro de la imagen. Que se  corporizo y empezó a caminar patas para arriba debajo del agua. Tenía un aspecto viscoso  y  ojos de serpiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era clara su lucha por escapar del espejo que lo mantenía encerrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue entonces cuando comprendí el por qué de mi aversión a los espejos, por qué en  casa no había ninguno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me preguntaba, por qué en ese día tan especial, en el que pensaba nadar más que nunca, debía encontrarme con este ser.  No me dejaría engatusar por esas pesadillas que más de una vez me sorprenden despierto, nada estropearía este día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me saqué la ropa, me zambullí y olvidé a la criatura. Mi cuerpo se sumergió hasta lo profundo, era demasiado tarde para echarme atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo me retenía allí abajo, la superficie cada vez se veía más lejana.  Me encontraba en el centro de un aro luminoso, en el cielo marino y por alguna razón inexplicable no me ahogué.&lt;br /&gt;No sé cuánto tiempo pasó. Esa energía especial era un imán, y parecía no tener fin. Esa luz enceguecedora me llenaba de  paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sentía atrapado entre dos dimensiones. Y una voz interior me advertía, que debía  hallar el modo de volver al punto de partida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, ¿cómo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera sabía donde estaba. La fascinación era muy fuerte, pero el instinto me advertía peligro. Era imperioso huir, antes de que fuera demasiado tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luz se apagó, la energía que me tragaba desapareció, todo se volvió quietud y negrura. Era como si el alma se me hubiera volado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusión y letargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperté temblando, estaba empapado, no lograba recordar cómo llegué a la orilla.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo deseaba regresar a casa.&lt;br /&gt;Flashes de la experiencia vivida, me resultan inquietantes e inexplicables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginé que me tranquilizaría el asfalto, la gente, el bullicio de la ciudad. Tanto que logré sonreír, sintiéndome a salvo. Pensé que había sido victima de una jugarreta de mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encandilaban las luces de los autos, las vidrieras con sus marquesinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era raro, nadie parecía notar mi presencia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me detuve en un negocio para ver mi aspecto y entonces descubrí que algo andaba muy mal. Los carteles comerciales, las ofertas, las numeraciones y hasta las placas de identificación de los vendedores estaban invertidos,  como si las viera en un espejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cabeza me da vueltas, me apoyo en la vidriera para no caer. No puedo evitar el grito, al ver  mi mano y mi imagen, reflejadas al revés. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy atrapado en el espejo, tras esa puerta transparente, sin picaportes, pasadores, bisagras o cerraduras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debo  tranquilizarme. Miro hacia arriba, veo aquellas manos ceñidas a la caña, sobre la superficie del río, bailotea un corcho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y comprendo todo, sólo él tiene las llaves  del espejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIRRORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are our memories, we are that chimerical museum fickle ways, this pile of broken mirrors."&lt;br /&gt; Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986) Argentine writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His hands were tight at the helm, on the surface of the river, danced a cork. Were the same hands that broke the mirror of water, with the intention of releasing demons. Seres coastal trapped behind the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the surface of the river began to outline a figure, which at times had human features. But the image was fuzzy and it was reversed. The water rippling distortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason came to my mind the dark side of the moon. Perhaps sinister image. Which they are embodied and began to walk upside down underwater. It looked slimy snake eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clear their struggle to escape the mirror that kept him locked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I understood the reason for my aversion to mirrors, why were none at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered, why in this special day, in which he planned to swim more than ever, must meet this man. I would not be fooled by those nightmares more than once surprised me awake, nothing would spoil this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off my clothes, I dived and I forgot the baby. My body sank to the depths, it was too late to turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something kept me down there, the surface looked increasingly more distant. I was at the center of a bright ring in the sky and sea for some inexplicable reason I did not drown.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how much time passed. This special power was a magnet, and seemed to be endless. That blinding light filled me with peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt trapped between two dimensions. And an inner voice warned me that should find a way to return to the starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not even know where it was. The fascination was strong, but instinct warned me danger. It was imperative to flee before it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light went off, the energy that disappeared swallowed me, everything became quiet and darkness. It was as if the soul I had flown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion and lethargy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up trembling, was wet, he could not remember how I reached the shore.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Flashes of the experience, I find disturbing and inexplicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined that I would reassure the pavement, people, the bustle of the city. So much so that I could smile, feeling safe. I thought I had been the victim of a trick of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dazzled the lights of the cars, the windows with their marquees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, no one seemed to notice me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at a business to see how I looked and then I discovered that something was seriously wrong. Commercial signs, deals, and even the numbering nameplates of the vendors were reversed, as if looking in a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning, I lean in the window to avoid falling. I can not help cry, seeing my hand and my image reflected upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trapped in the mirror, behind that door transparent, without latches, pins, hinges or locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reassure myself. I look up, see those hands tight on the helm, on the surface of the river, danced a cork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I understand everything, only he has the keys of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIRRORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Nous sommes nos souvenirs, nous sommes que des moyens chimériques musée volage, cet amas de miroirs brisés."&lt;br /&gt; Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986) écrivain argentin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ses mains étaient serrés à la barre, sur la surface de la rivière, dansé un bouchon. Étaient les mêmes mains qui a brisé le miroir d'eau, avec l'intention de le libérer des démons. Seres côtières piégées derrière le miroir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur la surface de la rivière a commencé à esquisser une figure, qui avait parfois des traits humains. Mais l'image est floue et il a été inversée. L'eau de ruissellement de distorsion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour une raison vint à mon esprit le côté obscur de la lune. Peut-être l'image sinistre. Quelles sont-elles incorporées et se mit à marcher la tête en bas sous l'eau. Elle attend avec Snake Eyes visqueux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il était clair leur lutte pour échapper au miroir qui le tenait enfermé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est alors que j'ai compris la raison de mon aversion pour les miroirs, pourquoi n'en étaient pas à la maison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis demandé pourquoi, dans cette journée spéciale, dans laquelle il a prévu de nager plus que jamais, doit rencontrer cet homme. Je ne serais pas berner par ces cauchemars plus d'une fois m'a surpris éveillé, rien ne pourrait gâcher ce jour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai enlevé mes vêtements, j'ai plongé et j'ai oublié le bébé. Mon corps a coulé au fond, il était trop tard pour revenir en arrière.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelque chose me retenait là-bas, la surface regarda de plus en plus lointaines. J'étais au centre d'un anneau brillant dans le ciel et la mer pour une raison inexplicable, je ne se noient pas.&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas combien de temps a passé. Ce pouvoir spécial a été un aimant, et semblait être interminable. Cette lumière aveuglante me remplit de paix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis senti pris au piège entre deux dimensions. Et une voix intérieure m'a averti qu'il convient de trouver un moyen pour revenir au point de départ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne savait même pas où elle était. La fascination était forte, mais l'instinct m'avertit danger. Il est impératif de fuir avant qu'il ne soit trop tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lumière s'éteignit, l'énergie qui ont disparu moi d'ingestion, tout est devenu plus calme et l'obscurité. C'était comme si l'âme que j'avais volé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La confusion et la léthargie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis réveillé en tremblant, était humide, il ne pouvait pas se rappeler comment j'ai atteint la rive.&lt;br /&gt;Je voulais juste rentrer chez moi.&lt;br /&gt;Flashes de l'expérience, je trouve inquiétant et inexplicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n'avais jamais imaginé que je serais rassurer le trottoir, des gens, l'agitation de la ville. Tant et si bien que je ne pouvais sourire, se sentir en sécurité. Je croyais avoir été victime d'une ruse de mon esprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il éblouit les lumières des voitures, les fenêtres avec leurs chapiteaux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Étrange, personne ne semblait faire attention à moi ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis arrêté dans un commerce pour voir comment je regardai, et puis j'ai découvert que quelque chose allait très mal. Enseignes commerciales, promotions, et même les plaques de numérotation des vendeurs étaient inversés, comme si elle regardait dans un miroir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma tête tourne, je me penche à la fenêtre pour éviter de tomber. Je ne peux m'empêcher de pleurer, car ma main et mon image reflétée à l'envers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis coincé dans le miroir, derrière cette porte transparente, sans verrous, des épinglettes, des charnières ou des serrures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me rassurer. Je lève les yeux, voir ces mains serrées sur la barre, sur la surface de la rivière, dansé un bouchon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et je comprends tout, seulement il a les clefs du miroir.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-1579130283651240954?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/1579130283651240954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/11/espejos-somos-nuestra-memoria-somos-ese.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/1579130283651240954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/1579130283651240954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/11/espejos-somos-nuestra-memoria-somos-ese.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sv3bqfcZO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/zsmAv6pPPxk/s72-c/espejjps.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-5514066681481500811</id><published>2009-11-12T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:30:42.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CARTAS DE AMOR'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SvzghrL2hwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/v6NoRRsekSQ/s1600-h/romero7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403440522070492930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SvzghrL2hwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/v6NoRRsekSQ/s320/romero7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAIL A OTRA ALMA SOÑADORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que este proyecto, te esta consumiendo la vida. Pero también entiendo que no es época para desperdiciar trabajo, y tener asegurada una fuente laboral por muchos meses es muy bueno. Aunque eso siempre tiene un costo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuevamente cayeron las bolsas del mundo son tiempos que auguran recesión. Estoy contenta de pensar que no te alcanzaran. Mientras tanto espero y me armo de paciencia. Sin duda, en algún momento volveremos a nuestros mundos mágicos, a esos encuentros donde la literatura y los pensamientos tienen el sabor del goce compartido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viste el trabajo que prepare para ese reto poético, todo el poema es sencillo, sin técnica, sin palabras rebuscadas, es simple como simples son las cosas bellas de la vida, esas que nos llenan el alma de colores y de ruiseñores. Donde ya de por sí el milagro en sí mismo es la poesía genuina. Esa que nos hace brillar los ojos del alma. Donde no jugué a buscar un final contundente, donde sólo jugué a dejar fluir mi voz femenina. Sentimientos transparentes despojados de afeites, de títulos que pueda detentar que no valen nada, al lado de una sonrisa niño, de la lágrima humana, de este latir puro que en mi despierta la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que el quiebre y la emoción, se produce exactamente por eso no hay recursos, ni manejos de escritora sólo esta el ser humano mostrando emociones, los detalles de como revivirlas y como fue el instante exacto en que sin máscaras me entregué al impacto que aún me cierra la garganta, allí donde mueren las palabras. Porque no existen palabras que abarquen la emoción que expongo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojala tu vieja PC no sea rebelde y desde Algarrobo puedas leer este mail. Y sino fuera así buscaré la forma en que mi mensaje te llegue lo antes posible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beso de mi alma a la tuya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIL TO ANOTHER DREAMING SOUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this project, this consuming life. But I also understand that it is not wasting time to work, and assured of a source of work for many months is very good. Although it always has a cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the world fell bags are times that portend a recession. I'm glad you think that it reached. Meanwhile I hope and I work up the patience. Undoubtedly, at some point return to our magical worlds, those meetings where literature and the thoughts they shared the taste of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress up the work to prepare for the challenge of poetry, the poem is simple, without technique, without big words, it's simple as simple are the beautiful things of life, those that fill us with the soul of colors and nightingales. Where already a miracle in itself is genuine poetry. That makes us shine the eyes of the soul. Where I did not play to get a blunt end, where I played just to let flow my female voice. Feelings transparent stripped of paint, which may hold securities that are worthless, next to a smiling child, the human tear, this pure beating in my waking life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the break and emotion, there is exactly why there are no resources, or handling of this writer only humans show emotions, and details of how to revive them as was the exact moment that I surrendered without masks the impact that even I choke up, where words die. Because there are no words that encompass the emotion that I discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojala your old PC will not be able to rebel and from Carob-tree read this mail. And so I seek out but the way my message reaches you as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss from my soul to yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courrier à une autre DREAMING SOUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que ce projet, cette vie de consommation. Mais je comprends aussi qu'il n'est pas de perdre du temps à travailler, et assuré d'une source de travail pour de nombreux mois est très bonne. Bien qu'il ait toujours un coût.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Là encore, le monde a diminué de sacs sont des moments qui laissent présager une récession. Je suis content que vous pensez qu'il atteint. Pendant ce temps, je l'espère et je travaille jusqu'à la patience. Sans aucun doute, à un certain retour à notre point de mondes magiques, ces rencontres où la littérature et les idées qu'ils partagent le goût du bonheur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habille le travail de préparation pour le défi de la poésie, le poème est simple, sans technique, sans grands mots, c'est simple comme simples qui les belles choses de la vie, celles qui nous remplissent de l'âme de couleurs et de rossignols. Où déjà un miracle en soi est une véritable poésie. Qui nous fait briller les yeux de l'âme. Lorsque je ne joue pas pour obtenir une extrémité franche, où j'ai joué juste pour laisser couler ma voix féminine. Sentiment transparente dépouillé de la peinture, qui mai détenir des titres qui ne valent rien, à côté d'un enfant souriant, l'homme larme, ce passage à tabac pur dans ma vie éveillée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je pense que la rupture et de l'émotion, il ya exactement pourquoi il n'y a pas de ressources ou la manipulation de cet écrivain que des hommes pour montrer les émotions et les détails sur la façon de les faire revivre comme ce fut le moment précis où je me suis rendu sans masque l'impact que même j'étouffe en place, là où les mots meurent. Parce qu'il n'y a pas de mots qui englobent l'émotion que je discuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojala votre ancien PC ne sera pas en mesure de se rebeller et de un caroubier lire ce mail. Et donc je chercher mais la façon dont mon message vous parviendra dès que possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un baiser de mon âme à la vôtre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5514066681481500811?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/5514066681481500811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/11/mail-otra-alma-sonadora-se-que-este.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5514066681481500811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5514066681481500811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/11/mail-otra-alma-sonadora-se-que-este.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SvzghrL2hwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/v6NoRRsekSQ/s72-c/romero7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-6449042064761555344</id><published>2009-11-01T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:16:37.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PROSA POETICA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Su3ePe1NefI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/acdbzbO8a-E/s1600-h/divagando_aaamujer_con_rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399215885842741746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Su3ePe1NefI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/acdbzbO8a-E/s320/divagando_aaamujer_con_rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MORIR DE AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me imposible separar el tiempo de la eternidad que significa no verte; no tenerte, de no estar juntos vibrando en el mismo éter, en el mismo cosmos, de no escuchar tu voz. Quiero perderme en la inmensidad de tu mirada, en la profundidad de tus ojos negros como un océano en donde navego con calma.&lt;br /&gt;Donde el amor tiene el movimiento de una ola perezosa que se rompe delicadamente en mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente rompiéndose en un infinito e imaginario beso, en un gesto, una sonrisa, en una caricia, en la magia de cada instante compartido.&lt;br /&gt;Entraste a mi vida como una delgada sombra, que fue creciendo vigorosa como un sol al amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;Me nació el amor en la melodía de tu música que inunda é invade mi alma, que detona en mil “te amo” repetidos al infinito y jamás mencionados en voz alta.&lt;br /&gt;Y día a día crece este sentimiento imparable, como un enorme incendio. Arde mi pecho de emociones que no sabes que siento, que ni siquiera sospechas.&lt;br /&gt;El aire se hace rancio, parece muerto mi universo si no estas.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando mi alma comulga con la tuya, cuando colisiona; se rompen todas las fronteras, los puntos cardinales, paralelos, meridianos, todas las divisiones terrestres que nos alejan desaparecen.&lt;br /&gt;Tus facciones varoniles, tu suave rostro se fragmenta al infinito, fijándose en mi memoria en forma imborrable.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando siento que tus ojos me miran con esa mirada simple, pura como agua de manantial; los Andes se alargan; los muros se derrumban, los mares, ríos no existen, y en ese instante yo siento que sólo existimos tú y yo.&lt;br /&gt;En ocasiones me atormenta la inquietud de saberte y no.&lt;br /&gt;Telarañas tejen finos hilos de seda donde las dudas me desbordan.&lt;br /&gt;Otras veces presiento el resplandor inerte de un brillo grueso y helado como un iceberg que me recuerda la distancia física que hay entre nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;Y, eso me hace morir de amor, y tú ni siquiera lo sabes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME DIE OF LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impossible to separate time from eternity which means not seeing, not have you, of not being together in the same ether vibrating in the same universe, not to hear your voice. I get lost in the vastness of your eyes, deep in your black eyes like an ocean in which sailed calmly.&lt;br /&gt;Where love is the movement of a lazy wave breaking gently in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Just breaking in an infinite and imaginary kiss, a gesture, a smile, a caress, the magic of every moment shared.&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life as a thin shadow, which grew strong like the sun at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;I was born to love the melody of your music that floods and fills my soul, which detonates in a thousand "I love you" repeated ad infinitum and never mentioned aloud.&lt;br /&gt;And day by day grows this feeling unstoppable, like a huge fire. It burns my heart of emotions that you know I feel, that even suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;The air is stale, my world seems dead without them.&lt;br /&gt;When my soul communicates with you, when colliding, breaking all borders, corners, parallels, meridians, all land divisions that keep us away.&lt;br /&gt;Your face manly, your smooth face is fragmented into infinity, looking at my memory is indelible.&lt;br /&gt;When I feel your eyes watching me with that look simple, pure as spring water, the Andes are lengthened, the walls crumble, the seas, rivers do not exist, and at that moment I feel that only you and I exist.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I know that you are haunted by the concern and no.&lt;br /&gt;Cobwebs woven fine silk threads where doubts overwhelm me.&lt;br /&gt;Other times I feel the radiance of a glint bulk inert and cold as an iceberg that reminds me of the physical distance between us.&lt;br /&gt;And that makes me die of love, and you do not even know ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME FAIT MOURIR D'AMOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai été impossible de temps séparés de toute éternité, ce qui signifie ne pas voir, pas vous avoir, de ne pas être ensemble dans l'éther même vibration dans le même univers, de ne pas entendre votre voix. Je me perds dans l'immensité de vos yeux, au fond de tes yeux noirs comme un océan dans lequel navigue tranquillement.&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque l'amour est le mouvement d'une vague paresseux briser doucement dans mon âme.&lt;br /&gt;Poindre dans un baiser infini et de l'imaginaire, un geste, un sourire, une caresse, la magie de chaque moment partagé.&lt;br /&gt;Tu es venu dans ma vie comme une ombre mince, qui devint fort comme le soleil à l'aube.&lt;br /&gt;Je suis né à l'amour de la mélodie de votre musique que les inondations et remplit mon âme, qui explose en mille "je t'aime" répète à l'infini et n'a jamais mentionné à haute voix.&lt;br /&gt;Et de jour en jour plus ce sentiment irrésistible, comme un grand feu. Il brûle mon coeur d'émotions que tu sais que je le sens, voire de défiance.&lt;br /&gt;L'air est vicié, mon monde semble morte sans eux.&lt;br /&gt;Quand mon âme communique avec vous, en cas de collision, brisant toutes les frontières, les angles, les parallèles, les méridiens, toutes les divisions de terres qui nous tenir à l'écart.&lt;br /&gt;Ton visage d'homme, le visage lisse est fragmentée à l'infini, en regardant ma mémoire est indélébile.&lt;br /&gt;Quand je sens tes yeux me regardent avec cet air simple, pure comme l'eau de source, les Andes sont allongés, les murs s'écroulent, les mers, les rivières n'existent pas, et à ce moment je sens que seuls vous et j'existe.&lt;br /&gt;Parfois, je sais que vous êtes hanté par la crainte et non.&lt;br /&gt;Toiles d'araignée tissée des fils de soie fine en cas de doute me submerger.&lt;br /&gt;D'autres fois, je me sens le rayonnement d'un gros éclat inerte et froide comme un iceberg qui me rappelle de la distance physique entre nous.&lt;br /&gt;Et qui me fait mourir d'amour, et vous ne savez même pas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-6449042064761555344?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/6449042064761555344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/11/morir-de-amor-me-imposible-separar-el.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/6449042064761555344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/6449042064761555344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/11/morir-de-amor-me-imposible-separar-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Su3ePe1NefI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/acdbzbO8a-E/s72-c/divagando_aaamujer_con_rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-264176448515451654</id><published>2009-10-29T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:37:55.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CARTAS DE AMOR'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SumaM4naXFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BSvvnG9PRs0/s1600-h/romero7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398015174527048786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SumaM4naXFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BSvvnG9PRs0/s320/romero7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIMPLEMENTE UN CARTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola, a vos te hablo....&lt;br /&gt;Me siento triste, porque no esperaba milagros, sólo un poco de comprensión, pero parece que es más importante el prejuzgar al otro, sin importar el precio o las lágrimas que esta actitud causa, en ese otro, que soy YO.&lt;br /&gt;Más de una vez senti rabia, pero lo que siempre privilegio fue el amor que siento por vos. Ese amor, que me impulsa a cosas descabelladas, que no tiene prejuicios e intenta ser lo más tolerante posible, a tus tantos devaneos. Sin duda, al lado de otras mujeres debo parecer cromagnónica y lo que me parece descabellado es lo más ingenuo del universo. Pero como cambiar, soy así.&lt;br /&gt;Mí amor simple y anticuado, porque como en esas viejas novelas, ella se cortaba un mechón de cabello, para que él lo pusiera en un guardapelos, junto a su corazón. Soy una romántica, en tiempos de cólera, como diría Gabriel García Marquez: -"Amor, en tiempos de cólera"- sin duda lo has leído. En tiempos, que todo es instántaneo, plástico, fútil,rápido, perecedero y que las valoraciones de las cosas pasan por otros carriles y sin duda debo parecer un pez tropical en medio del Ártico...&lt;br /&gt;Creo, que nada te conmueve. Por qué haces esto, en esta noche. Es de una injusticia desmedida, llena de saña, inmerecida, mira que te han ofendido, lastimado al punto de una noche tener que salvarte de la desesperación, del suicidio de tu alma y de tu cuerpo por un mal amor.&lt;br /&gt;Lamento que siempre privilegies las "virtudes" de los demás, y marques mis faltas de forma tan inclemente, que no es mi cuerpo, es mi alma la que tiembla.&lt;br /&gt;Si la revancha, te parece el metódo adecuado creo que estas equivocado y eso inexorablemente mata sueños y esperanzas, no deja espacio al perdón o a la comprensión.&lt;br /&gt;Si al menos tuviera la certeza, que esto te hace feliz, pero no es así. Que penoso, es para vos y para mí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST A LETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm talking to you ...I feel sad because I did not expect miracles, just a little understanding, but more importantly it seems that the prejudice to the other, no matter the price or the tears that this attitude because in the latter, it's me. More than once I felt anger, but what a privilege it was always my love for you. That love, things that drives me crazy, which has no prejudices and try to be as tolerant as possible, your many dalliances. No doubt, next to other women I seem Cro-Magnon and what I find preposterous is the most naive of the universe. But change, like that. I love simple and outdated, because like in those old novels, she cut a lock of hair, so he put it in a locket with his heart. I am a romantic, in Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez would say: - "Love in Time of Cholera" - no doubt they've read. At times, everything is instant, plastic, futile, quickly perishable and that the valuations of things happen for other lanes and no doubt I look like a tropical fish in the middle of the Arctic ... I believe that nothing moves you. Why do you do this, on this night. It's an injustice excessive, full of rage, undeserved, look you've been hurt, hurt to the point of having to save a night of despair, the suicide of your soul and your body by an evil love. I regret that always emphasized the "virtues" of others, and mark my mistakes so harsh, it's not my body, my soul trembles. If the rematch, the appropriate method you think you're wrong and I think that inexorably kills dreams and hopes, leaves no room for forgiveness or understanding. If only I had the certainty that this makes you happy, but it is not. That painful it is for you and me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTE UNE LETTRE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonjour, je te parle .... Je suis triste parce que je ne m'attendais pas à des miracles, juste un peu de compréhension, mais plus important encore, il semble que le préjudice causé à l'autre, peu importe le prix ou les larmes que cette attitude parce que dans le second, c'est moi. Plus d'une fois j'ai ressenti de la colère, mais quel privilège ce fut toujours mon amour pour vous. Que l'amour, des choses qui me rend fou, qui n'a pas de préjugés et essayer d'être aussi tolérants que possible, votre flirt beaucoup. Sans doute, à côté d'autres femmes me semble Cro-Magnon, et ce que je trouve absurde est la plus naïve de l'univers. Mais le changement, comme ça. I love simple et obsolètes, parce que, comme dans les vieux romans, elle a coupé une mèche de cheveux, alors il l'a mis dans un médaillon avec son cœur. Je suis un romantique, au temps du choléra, Gabriel Garcia Marquez dirais: - "L'amour au temps du choléra" - sans doute qu'ils ont lu. À certains moments, tout est instantané, le plastique, futile, rapidement périssables et que les valorisations des choses arrivent pour les autres voies et sans doute je ressemble à un poisson tropical dans le milieu de l'Arctique ... Je crois que rien ne vous émeut. Pourquoi dites-vous cela, dans cette nuit. C'est une injustice excessive, plein de rage, non mérité, vois-tu es blessé, blessé au point de devoir mettre une nuit de désespoir, le suicide de votre âme et votre corps par un amour du mal. Je regrette que toujours insisté sur les «vertus» des autres, et marquer mes erreurs si dure, ce n'est pas mon corps, mon âme tremble. Si le match revanche, la méthode appropriée vous pensez que vous avez tort et je pense que tue inexorablement les rêves et les espoirs, ne laisse aucune place au pardon ou la compréhension. Si seulement j'avais la certitude que ce qui vous rend heureux, mais il n'est pas. Que c'est pénible pour vous et moi ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-264176448515451654?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/264176448515451654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/10/simplemente-un-carta-hola-vos-te-hablo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/264176448515451654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/264176448515451654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/10/simplemente-un-carta-hola-vos-te-hablo.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SumaM4naXFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BSvvnG9PRs0/s72-c/romero7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-8507109641886300037</id><published>2009-10-22T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:31:14.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SuEVIdizkOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kH9DX0ZAA5Q/s1600-h/luzql8kz4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395617063680315618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SuEVIdizkOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kH9DX0ZAA5Q/s320/luzql8kz4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABSURDA ESPERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te espero en la misma esquina&lt;br /&gt;en la de siempre&lt;br /&gt;las luces de neón me parpadean&lt;br /&gt;la luna me observa silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;el bullicio del tráfico&lt;br /&gt;un devenir de transeúntes&lt;br /&gt;bocinazos&lt;br /&gt;smog&lt;br /&gt;una cruz perfecta&lt;br /&gt;ese cruce de calles&lt;br /&gt;asfalto, cordón, baldosas&lt;br /&gt;semáforo&lt;br /&gt;y yo parada ahí,&lt;br /&gt;sola&lt;br /&gt;yo y mi alma&lt;br /&gt;buscando tu rostro entre otros rostros&lt;br /&gt;ensordecida por el bullicio&lt;br /&gt;atrapada en un laberinto&lt;br /&gt;invadida de sombras y demonios&lt;br /&gt;asaltada de miedo&lt;br /&gt;aterrada&lt;br /&gt;te espero&lt;br /&gt;desorientada como un ave en la noche&lt;br /&gt;te espero&lt;br /&gt;preguntándome si te hallaré&lt;br /&gt;si el calor de tu abrazo me salvara&lt;br /&gt;de la confusión&lt;br /&gt;tercamente espero&lt;br /&gt;inmersa en mi irrealidad&lt;br /&gt;acechando tú paso en cada umbral&lt;br /&gt;buscando tu voz en rumores que se alejan&lt;br /&gt;tu fantasma perdido entre la gente&lt;br /&gt;te espero y espero&lt;br /&gt;cada noche en nuestra esquina&lt;br /&gt;y la esperanza se degrada a cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;quiero gritar por qué no vienes a buscarme&lt;br /&gt;por qué no me rescatas de esta agonía&lt;br /&gt;la realidad me grita “es absurda tu espera”&lt;br /&gt;no quiero escucharla&lt;br /&gt;pero su voz es un estallido&lt;br /&gt;una detonación en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;cuando insiste en recordarme&lt;br /&gt;que te has ido para siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te has ido amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSURD TO EXPECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the same corner&lt;br /&gt;in the usual&lt;br /&gt;neon lights flashing me&lt;br /&gt;the moon watches me silently&lt;br /&gt;the bustle of traffic&lt;br /&gt;a becoming of passers&lt;br /&gt;toots&lt;br /&gt;smog&lt;br /&gt;a perfect cross&lt;br /&gt;this intersection&lt;br /&gt;asphalt, lace, tile&lt;br /&gt;semaphore&lt;br /&gt;and I stood there,&lt;br /&gt;single&lt;br /&gt;I and my soul&lt;br /&gt;Searching for Your Face among others faces&lt;br /&gt;deafened by the noise&lt;br /&gt;trapped in a maze&lt;br /&gt;shadows and demons invaded&lt;br /&gt;assaulted by fear&lt;br /&gt;terrified&lt;br /&gt;I hope you&lt;br /&gt;disoriented as a bird in the night&lt;br /&gt;I hope you&lt;br /&gt;wondering if you shall find&lt;br /&gt;if the warmth of your embrace I saved&lt;br /&gt;of confusion&lt;br /&gt;stubbornly hope&lt;br /&gt;immersed in my unreality&lt;br /&gt;lurking in every doorway you pass&lt;br /&gt;for your voice on rumors that deviate&lt;br /&gt;your ghost lost in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I wait and hope&lt;br /&gt;every night in our corner&lt;br /&gt;and the hope is degraded by the minute&lt;br /&gt;I scream do not you come get me&lt;br /&gt;why do not you rescue me from this agony&lt;br /&gt;yells reality "is absurd your sleep"&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to hear&lt;br /&gt;but his voice is a burst&lt;br /&gt;an explosion in my head&lt;br /&gt;haunts me&lt;br /&gt;when he insists on reminding&lt;br /&gt;you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gone love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSURDE DE S'ATTENDRE À CE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rendez-vous dans le même coin&lt;br /&gt;au sens habituel du&lt;br /&gt;néons clignotent moi&lt;br /&gt;la lune me regarde en silence&lt;br /&gt;le bruit de la circulation&lt;br /&gt;un devenir des passants&lt;br /&gt;Toots&lt;br /&gt;smog&lt;br /&gt;un centre parfait&lt;br /&gt;cette intersection&lt;br /&gt;d'asphalte, de la dentelle, la tuile&lt;br /&gt;sémaphore&lt;br /&gt;et je restai là,&lt;br /&gt;célibataire&lt;br /&gt;Moi et mon âme&lt;br /&gt;Searching for Your Face parmi d'autres visages&lt;br /&gt;assourdi par le bruit&lt;br /&gt;pris au piège dans un labyrinthe&lt;br /&gt;les ombres et les démons ont envahi&lt;br /&gt;agressée par la peur&lt;br /&gt;terrifié&lt;br /&gt;J'espère que vous&lt;br /&gt;désorienté comme un oiseau dans la nuit&lt;br /&gt;J'espère que vous&lt;br /&gt;demandais si vous ne trouvez&lt;br /&gt;si la chaleur de votre J'embrasse sauvé&lt;br /&gt;de confusion&lt;br /&gt;obstinément espoir&lt;br /&gt;plongé dans mes irréalité&lt;br /&gt;rôde dans toutes les portes vous passez&lt;br /&gt;car votre voix sur les rumeurs qui s'écartent&lt;br /&gt;votre fantôme perdu dans la foule&lt;br /&gt;Je attendre et d'espérer&lt;br /&gt;chaque soir dans notre coin&lt;br /&gt;et l'espoir est dégradée par la minute&lt;br /&gt;Je crie pas vous venir me chercher&lt;br /&gt;pourquoi ne pas me tirer de cette agonie&lt;br /&gt;hurle la réalité "est absurde de votre sommeil"&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas entendre&lt;br /&gt;mais sa voix est une bouffée&lt;br /&gt;une explosion dans ma tête&lt;br /&gt;me hante&lt;br /&gt;quand il tient à rappeler&lt;br /&gt;you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vous passé l'amour ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-8507109641886300037?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/8507109641886300037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SuEVIdizkOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kH9DX0ZAA5Q/s72-c/luzql8kz4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-6688668083632735589</id><published>2009-10-18T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:43:40.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sts0g-7zZUI/AAAAAAAAADw/BnbI5P58LdI/s1600-h/divagandomadreehijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393962719960589634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sts0g-7zZUI/AAAAAAAAADw/BnbI5P58LdI/s320/divagandomadreehijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A  MI MADRE (Feliz Día)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es sencillo deletrear&lt;br /&gt;ma-dre  ma-má&lt;br /&gt;palabra corta y sentida&lt;br /&gt;la primera  pronunciada &lt;br /&gt;“ma-má”&lt;br /&gt;en mi lenguaje infantil&lt;br /&gt;a vos mamá la vida te debo&lt;br /&gt;cariñoso y  tierno tu lenguaje&lt;br /&gt;la calidez de tu abrazo&lt;br /&gt;con dulzura me acunaste&lt;br /&gt;me canturreabas  nanitas&lt;br /&gt;hasta lograrme dormir&lt;br /&gt;y yo dormía confiada&lt;br /&gt;lejos de todo mal&lt;br /&gt;protegida por tu amor sin par&lt;br /&gt;ángel de la guardia fuiste &lt;br /&gt;colmaste de luz mi infancia&lt;br /&gt;y fui creciendo a la sombra de tus alas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paso el  tiempo&lt;br /&gt;la niñita quedo atrás&lt;br /&gt;llego la pubertad&lt;br /&gt;y luego la adolescencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! Mamita que estoicismo&lt;br /&gt;siempre atenta y cariñosa&lt;br /&gt;generosa a derrochar&lt;br /&gt;aguantaste a mis amigas&lt;br /&gt;y los líos que hacíamos&lt;br /&gt;mamá que paciencia sin igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tan raro mencionarte&lt;br /&gt;y saber que ya no estas &lt;br /&gt;pronuncio tu nombre amado&lt;br /&gt;y se me cierra la gola&lt;br /&gt;al saber que no vendrás&lt;br /&gt;te fuiste un día frío de mayo&lt;br /&gt;sigo tan triste mamá&lt;br /&gt;y aunque estés ausente&lt;br /&gt;tu espíritu vive conmigo&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos son dos estrellas&lt;br /&gt;que aún marcan mi camino&lt;br /&gt;por eso allí donde estés…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Feliz Día, mamá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOTHER &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's easy to spell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mo-ther ma-ma-ma  &lt;br /&gt;short word and felt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the first pronounced &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"mo-ther" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my child's language &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom's life to you I owe you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;warm and tender your language &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the warmth of your embrace &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gently rocked me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hummed Lullaby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;until achieving sleep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I slept confident &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;away from all evil &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;protected by your matchless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love guardian angel you were &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;light filled my childhood &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I grew up in the shadow of your wings  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the little girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;left behind came puberty &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and later adolescence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! Mammy stoicism &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;always warm and caring &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;generous to splurge &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;putting up with my friends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the trouble he did &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom beaten patience &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mention you're so rare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and know that these no longer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pronounce your name dear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my throat closes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knowing you will not come &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a cold day you left May &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still so sad mom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and while you are away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your spirit lives with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your eyes are two stars &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that still mark my path &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so wherever you are ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Mother's Day! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MA MÈRE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il est facile à épeler &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma mè.re ma-ma-ma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;court terme et a estimé &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la première prononcée &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mè-re"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; dans le langage de mon enfant &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vie de maman à vous que je vous dois &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chaude et tendre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;votre langue la chaleur de ton étreinte &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;doucement me berçait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je fredonnais  Lullaby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jusqu'à la réalisation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;du sommeil et j'ai dormi confiants &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loin de tout mal protégée &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;par votre amour  sans fin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ange gardien que vous &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lumineuses mon enfance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;et j'ai grandi dans l'ombre de tes ailes  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pas de temps &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la petite fille laissé derrière &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vint la puberté et plus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tard de l'adolescence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! Mammy stoïcisme &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;toujours chaleureux et attentif &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;généreuse invitation à la gourmandise &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mettre en place avec mes amis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;et la peine qu'il ne &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maman patience battus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mentionnez que vous êtes si rares &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;et je sais que cela n'est plus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je prononce votre nom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cher et ma gorge se ferme &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sachant que vous ne viendra pas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;une journée froide vous avez quitté &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mai Je suis encore si maman désolé &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Et pendant que vous êtes absent votre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;esprit vit avec moi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vos yeux sont deux étoiles &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;qui caractérisent encore mon chemin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alors, où que vous soyez ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyeuse Fête des Mères!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-6688668083632735589?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/6688668083632735589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-madre-feliz-dia-es-sencillo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/6688668083632735589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/6688668083632735589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-madre-feliz-dia-es-sencillo.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sts0g-7zZUI/AAAAAAAAADw/BnbI5P58LdI/s72-c/divagandomadreehijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-2517201598707387759</id><published>2009-10-04T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T08:36:46.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PROSA POETICA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SsjAo0YccXI/AAAAAAAAADc/vG4hB5d7Xrc/s1600-h/2h84etx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388768761637269874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SsjAo0YccXI/AAAAAAAAADc/vG4hB5d7Xrc/s320/2h84etx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EN LA OTRA ORILLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor marino agitadas olas que braman el viento;&lt;br /&gt;gaviotas y albatros se lanzan a las aguas cazan vuelan canturrean&lt;br /&gt;y el rumor estridente del oleaje no para;&lt;br /&gt;lejos un piano llora,&lt;br /&gt;en cada nota en cada tecla cada movimiento de las manos desata las lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;gotas que manan de manera inusitada la mirada se pierde en la bravura del azul añil de ese mar,&lt;br /&gt;la memoria teje telarañas de hilos de dolor,&lt;br /&gt;donde alguna vez hubo amor nada queda la espuma,&lt;br /&gt;la sal, la arena arrastro todo,&lt;br /&gt;pero tu sigues allí indestructible arrogante altivo como piedra encallada. El sol delinea tu perfil tan cercano&lt;br /&gt;y tan distante de este corazón de topacio,&lt;br /&gt;el sufrimiento punza, ser invisible,&lt;br /&gt;un fantasma abatido por el viento del desamor, duele.&lt;br /&gt;Muecas, murmullos que no alcanzas escuchar,&lt;br /&gt;caricias que no sientes,&lt;br /&gt;mi voz que estalla en la hueca concavidad del caparazón de un caracol,&lt;br /&gt;no soy mar, no soy coral, no soy alga, no soy arena, ni sal, ni agua, ni fuego, ni sombra, ni cielo, ni lápida olvidada, sólo soy ilusión desamparada.&lt;br /&gt;Inútil amor que intenta traspasar los colosales muros que separan, erguidos como vallas infranqueables,&lt;br /&gt;dejándome atrapada en esta orilla,&lt;br /&gt;donde el frío atávico invade el cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;congela esta oscuridad me viste de cenizas,&lt;br /&gt;soledad que mutila cuerpo y alma, soledad asesina.&lt;br /&gt;Me extravío en tinieblas que enturbian hasta equivocar el camino del umbral de la vida me dejan aferrada a esta muerte no deseada. Rescátame de las ciénagas. De las mortajas.&lt;br /&gt;Tienes el poder sólo extiendes tus manos hombre de Ojos de halcón, lléname de tu energía azul con tonalidades verdes tornasoladas dame apertura mental para la comprensión de la realidad que me aprisiona. Dilo termina mi agonía...No me amas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE OTHER SHORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marine rumor rough(busy) waves that roar the wind;&lt;br /&gt;gulls and albatrosses take to the waters they hunt flying hum&lt;br /&gt;and the shrill sound of the waves not to;&lt;br /&gt;far cry piano,&lt;br /&gt;every note in every key, every hand movement triggers the tears,&lt;br /&gt;drops that flow so unusual gaze is lost in the bravery of the indigo blue of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;memory wires woven webs of pain,&lt;br /&gt;where ever there is nothing love the foam,&lt;br /&gt;salt, sand drag everything&lt;br /&gt;but you're still there haughty arrogant indestructible as stone stuck. The sun outlines your profile as close&lt;br /&gt;and so far from this heart of topaz,&lt;br /&gt;suffering punctured, be invisible,&lt;br /&gt;a ghost killed by the wind of indifference, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Faces, hear murmurs that do not reach,&lt;br /&gt;caresses you do not feel,&lt;br /&gt;my voice that explodes in the hollow of the hollow shell of a snail,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sea coral'm not, I'm not seaweed, I'm not sand or salt, no water, no heat, no shade, no heaven, no tombstone forgotten, hope I'm just helpless.&lt;br /&gt;Useless love trying to pass the colossal walls that separate, upright like insurmountable hurdles,&lt;br /&gt;leaving me trapped in the bank,&lt;br /&gt;atavistic where the cold invades the body,&lt;br /&gt;I saw this dark freezing ash&lt;br /&gt;crippling loneliness, body and soul, loneliness kills.&lt;br /&gt;I lost in darkness that cloud to lose the way the threshold of life left me clinging to this unwanted death. Rescue me from the marshes. In the shrouds.&lt;br /&gt;You have the power only stretch forth your hands hawk-eyed man, fill me with your energy iridescent greenish blue give me an open mind to understand the reality that imprisons me. Say it end my agony ... I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur l'autre rive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un rumeur marin agitées les vagues qui mugissent le vent;&lt;br /&gt;mouettes et des albatros prendre pour les eaux qu'ils chassent battant Hum&lt;br /&gt;et le son aigu des vagues de ne pas;&lt;br /&gt;Far Cry piano,&lt;br /&gt;chaque note dans chaque touche, chaque mouvement de la main déclenche les pleurs,&lt;br /&gt;gouttes qui coulent si inhabituel regard est perdu dans la bravoure du bleu indigo de la mer,&lt;br /&gt;des fils tissés mémoire de la douleur,&lt;br /&gt;où jamais il n'y a rien aimer la mousse,&lt;br /&gt;sel, sable glisser tout&lt;br /&gt;mais tu es toujours là arrogance hautaine indestructible que la pierre est resté. Le soleil décrit votre profil de plus près&lt;br /&gt;et si loin de ce cœur de topaze,&lt;br /&gt;souffrances perforé, être invisible,&lt;br /&gt;un fantôme tué par le vent de l'indifférence, ça fait mal.&lt;br /&gt;Visages, des murmures qui ne parviennent pas,&lt;br /&gt;caresses vous ne vous sentez pas,&lt;br /&gt;ma voix qui éclate dans le creux de la coquille vide d'un escargot,&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas coral'm mer, non, je ne suis pas d'algues, je ne suis pas du sable ou de sel, ni eau, ni chauffage, pas d'ombre, pas de ciel, pas de pierre tombale oublié, j'espère que je suis tout simplement impuissant.&lt;br /&gt;Inutile aiment essayer de passer les murs colossale qui séparent, debout comme des obstacles insurmontables,&lt;br /&gt;me laissant pris au piège dans la banque,&lt;br /&gt;atavique où le froid envahit le corps,&lt;br /&gt;J'ai vu cette cendres gel noir&lt;br /&gt;solitude paralysante, corps et âme, la solitude tue.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai perdu dans les ténèbres qui obscurcissent à perdre la façon dont le seuil de la vie m'a laissé accroché à cette mort non désirées. Délivre-moi dans les marais. Dans les haubans.&lt;br /&gt;Vous avez le pouvoir que Étendez vos mains hawk-eyed man, remplissez-moi avec vos irisé énergie bleu verdâtre me donner une ouverture d'esprit pour comprendre la réalité qui l'emprisonne moi. Dis il fin à mon agonie ... I love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-2517201598707387759?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/2517201598707387759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/10/en-la-otra-orilla-rumor-marino-agitadas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2517201598707387759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2517201598707387759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/10/en-la-otra-orilla-rumor-marino-agitadas.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SsjAo0YccXI/AAAAAAAAADc/vG4hB5d7Xrc/s72-c/2h84etx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-7876537193280618623</id><published>2009-10-02T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T05:15:47.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SsXurAHPlUI/AAAAAAAAADU/SBzsNAFX9F8/s1600-h/mujer%2520y%2520caballos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387974951750833474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SsXurAHPlUI/AAAAAAAAADU/SBzsNAFX9F8/s320/mujer%2520y%2520caballos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BULLICIOSO SILENCIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El agua, es el elemento del que surge la vida, la que limpia y refresca, que hace crecer y da vitalidad; es el elemento que contiene las formas bellas, la emociones y los sentimientos..." Alejandra Arqués Arranz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un silencio en cascada&lt;br /&gt;un rumor suave de agua&lt;br /&gt;la tierra irrigada&lt;br /&gt;nuestra tierra&lt;br /&gt;la que nos vio nacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De los cuatro elementos&lt;br /&gt;será otra vez&lt;br /&gt;ella la que resguarde&lt;br /&gt;el comienzo de esta historia&lt;br /&gt;de este amor que no cesa&lt;br /&gt;nuestra tierra&lt;br /&gt;la que nos vio crecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella sabe nadie busca&lt;br /&gt;sin haber sido buscado&lt;br /&gt;ni nombra sin haber sido nombrado&lt;br /&gt;ella sabe del quinto elemento&lt;br /&gt;como danza en cada movimiento&lt;br /&gt;en el Éter&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;somos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Somos el amor que nunca muere-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOISY SILENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Water is the element from which life arises, that cleanses and refreshes, which is rewarding and gives vitality is the element that contains the beautiful forms, the emotions and feelings ..." Alejandra Arqués Arranz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cascading silence&lt;br /&gt;the sound of water gently&lt;br /&gt;irrigated land&lt;br /&gt;our land&lt;br /&gt;which we were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the four elements&lt;br /&gt;will again&lt;br /&gt;it's that safeguards&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of this story&lt;br /&gt;This love that never ceases&lt;br /&gt;our land&lt;br /&gt;which saw us grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows no one looks&lt;br /&gt;without being searched&lt;br /&gt;or appointed without having been appointed&lt;br /&gt;she knows the fifth element&lt;br /&gt;and dance at every turn&lt;br /&gt;in the Ether&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We love that never dies -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOISY LE SILENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«L'eau est l'élément depuis lequel la vie se pose, qui nettoie et rafraîchit, qui est enrichissante et donne vitalité est l'élément qui contient les belles formes, les émotions et les sentiments ..." Alejandra Arques Arranz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un silence en cascade&lt;br /&gt;le bruit de l'eau douce&lt;br /&gt;terres irriguées&lt;br /&gt;notre terre&lt;br /&gt;laquelle nous sommes nés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur les quatre éléments&lt;br /&gt;sera à nouveau&lt;br /&gt;c'est que des garanties&lt;br /&gt;le début de cette histoire&lt;br /&gt;Cet amour qui ne cesse&lt;br /&gt;notre terre&lt;br /&gt;qui nous a vu grandir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle sait que personne ne regarde&lt;br /&gt;sans être recherchées&lt;br /&gt;ou nommés sans avoir été nommé&lt;br /&gt;elle sait le cinquième élément&lt;br /&gt;et la danse à chaque tour&lt;br /&gt;dans l'éther&lt;br /&gt;et&lt;br /&gt;nous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nous aimons qui ne meurt jamais --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-7876537193280618623?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/7876537193280618623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/10/bullicioso-silencio-el-agua-es-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/7876537193280618623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/7876537193280618623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/10/bullicioso-silencio-el-agua-es-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SsXurAHPlUI/AAAAAAAAADU/SBzsNAFX9F8/s72-c/mujer%2520y%2520caballos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-3170406774992214295</id><published>2009-09-25T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:15:53.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sr2R0c9o-jI/AAAAAAAAADM/VNpz3dc-S9I/s1600-h/088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385621059718937138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sr2R0c9o-jI/AAAAAAAAADM/VNpz3dc-S9I/s320/088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE BROTADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brotado&lt;br /&gt;Es noche&lt;br /&gt;El día juega en mí Ser&lt;br /&gt;Juegos de luz&lt;br /&gt;Entre pinos y montañas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulces juegos&lt;br /&gt;Que dibujan almohadas&lt;br /&gt;Donde se tejen nombres&lt;br /&gt;Donde nacen caricias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bgsound balance="0" src="http://www.midinet.com.br/alfa/t/Tracy_Chapman-Give_Me_One_Reason.mid" volume="0" loop="infinite"&gt;&lt;/bgsound&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde vibra el Sol&lt;br /&gt;En mi sangre adormecida&lt;br /&gt;Y el sonido envolvente de tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;suena a Gloria&lt;br /&gt;De días y de noches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El pasado, el presente&lt;br /&gt;El futuro incierto&lt;br /&gt;Y el concierto&lt;br /&gt;labra surcos en nuestra piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gira y gira la pasión&lt;br /&gt;Gira y da vueltas mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;Como aquel vino otra vez&lt;br /&gt;¡Otra vez!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rueda en espirales púrpuras&lt;br /&gt;Círculos, esferas que se astillan&lt;br /&gt;Y brillan en miles de colores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no descansan&lt;br /&gt;Porque es de noche&lt;br /&gt;Y el día juega con mí Ser&lt;br /&gt;Tan embriagado de sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los dos enredados&lt;br /&gt;Espirales azules de hechizos de placer&lt;br /&gt;Como aquel vino&lt;br /&gt;¡Otra vez!..&lt;br /&gt;En el goce y el vaivén&lt;br /&gt;En la almohada, dibujo&lt;br /&gt;Nombre, vino&lt;br /&gt;Miel y delirio&lt;br /&gt;¡Tú estas conmigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE SPRUNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprung&lt;br /&gt;It is night&lt;br /&gt;On Being played on me&lt;br /&gt;The play of light&lt;br /&gt;Among pines and mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy Games&lt;br /&gt;That draw pillows&lt;br /&gt;Where names are woven&lt;br /&gt;Where born caresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun vibrates&lt;br /&gt;Dormant in my blood&lt;br /&gt;And the surround sound of your name&lt;br /&gt;sounds like Gloria&lt;br /&gt;Of days and nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past, present&lt;br /&gt;The uncertain future&lt;br /&gt;And the concert&lt;br /&gt;till our skin furrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist and turn your passion&lt;br /&gt;Twist and turns my head&lt;br /&gt;As this wine again&lt;br /&gt;Again! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple spirals Rueda&lt;br /&gt;Circles, spheres that splinter&lt;br /&gt;And shine in thousands of colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not lie&lt;br /&gt;Because it is night&lt;br /&gt;And the day playing with my being&lt;br /&gt;So drunk with dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two entangled&lt;br /&gt;Blue Spiral spells pleasure&lt;br /&gt;As this wine&lt;br /&gt;Again! ..&lt;br /&gt;In the enjoyment and fro&lt;br /&gt;In the pillow, drawing&lt;br /&gt;Name, wine&lt;br /&gt;Honey and delirium&lt;br /&gt;You're with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONT VU LE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sortis&lt;br /&gt;Il fait nuit&lt;br /&gt;On Being a joué sur moi&lt;br /&gt;Le jeu de lumière&lt;br /&gt;Parmi les pins et les montagnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy Jeux&lt;br /&gt;Que les oreillers en tirer des&lt;br /&gt;Là où les noms sont tissés&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque naît caresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Là où le soleil vibre&lt;br /&gt;Dormant dans mon sang&lt;br /&gt;Et le son surround de votre nom&lt;br /&gt;Sonne comme Gloria&lt;br /&gt;Des jours et des nuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le passé, le présent&lt;br /&gt;L'avenir incertain&lt;br /&gt;Et le concert&lt;br /&gt;jusqu'à nos sillons de la peau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist et transformer votre passion&lt;br /&gt;Twist et tourne ma tête&lt;br /&gt;Comme ce vin nouveau&lt;br /&gt;Again! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple spirales Rueda&lt;br /&gt;Des cercles, des sphères qui se fragmentent&lt;br /&gt;Et briller en milliers de couleurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne mentez pas&lt;br /&gt;Parce que c'est la nuit&lt;br /&gt;Et le jour à jouer avec mon être&lt;br /&gt;Alors ivre de rêves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les deux empêtrés&lt;br /&gt;Blue Spiral sorts plaisir&lt;br /&gt;Comme ce vin&lt;br /&gt;Again! ..&lt;br /&gt;Dans la jouissance-et-vient&lt;br /&gt;Dans l'oreiller, dessin&lt;br /&gt;Nom, vin&lt;br /&gt;Le miel et le délire&lt;br /&gt;Tu es avec moi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-3170406774992214295?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/3170406774992214295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sr2R0c9o-jI/AAAAAAAAADM/VNpz3dc-S9I/s72-c/088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-2677552032523245298</id><published>2009-09-19T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:27:03.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS GOTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SrU-RYEj3II/AAAAAAAAADE/K6HaEIjVmcc/s1600-h/023_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383277397831572610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SrU-RYEj3II/AAAAAAAAADE/K6HaEIjVmcc/s320/023_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUEÑOS OSCUROS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueños oscuros&lt;br /&gt;me sacuden&lt;br /&gt;me sobrecogen&lt;br /&gt;tiemblo&lt;br /&gt;explosiones&lt;br /&gt;fuegos&lt;br /&gt;cadáveres&lt;br /&gt;una ciudad sitiada&lt;br /&gt;humo asfixiante&lt;br /&gt;ruinas&lt;br /&gt;estallan minas&lt;br /&gt;caras tiznadas&lt;br /&gt;mujeres lloran desoladas&lt;br /&gt;niños despatarrados&lt;br /&gt;muñecos de trapo semejan&lt;br /&gt;atravesados por la metralla&lt;br /&gt;mutilación en todos lados&lt;br /&gt;muerte y más muerte&lt;br /&gt;locura por doquier&lt;br /&gt;ríos de sangre&lt;br /&gt;se anuda la garganta&lt;br /&gt;tanto dolor&lt;br /&gt;crueldad&lt;br /&gt;inocencia asesinada&lt;br /&gt;civiles corren&lt;br /&gt;aterra el cielo en llamas&lt;br /&gt;la guerra&lt;br /&gt;ha comenzado&lt;br /&gt;nadie puede pararla&lt;br /&gt;llagas abiertas&lt;br /&gt;odios sin fin&lt;br /&gt;Dios!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera en sueños&lt;br /&gt;puedo frenarla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Dreams&lt;br /&gt;I shake&lt;br /&gt;I gasp&lt;br /&gt;tremble&lt;br /&gt;explosions&lt;br /&gt;fires&lt;br /&gt;corpses&lt;br /&gt;a besieged city&lt;br /&gt;choking smoke&lt;br /&gt;ruins&lt;br /&gt;mines explode&lt;br /&gt;faces blackened&lt;br /&gt;women weep barren&lt;br /&gt;children sprawled&lt;br /&gt;rag dolls resembling&lt;br /&gt;pierced by shrapnel&lt;br /&gt;mutilation everywhere&lt;br /&gt;death and more death&lt;br /&gt;madness everywhere&lt;br /&gt;rivers of blood&lt;br /&gt;throat is knotted&lt;br /&gt;much pain&lt;br /&gt;cruelty&lt;br /&gt;murdered innocence&lt;br /&gt;civilians are&lt;br /&gt;terrifies the sky on fire&lt;br /&gt;war&lt;br /&gt;has begun&lt;br /&gt;nobody can stop it&lt;br /&gt;open sores&lt;br /&gt;endless hatred&lt;br /&gt;God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even in dreams&lt;br /&gt;I stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Je secoue&lt;br /&gt;Je râle&lt;br /&gt;trembler&lt;br /&gt;explosions&lt;br /&gt;incendies&lt;br /&gt;cadavres&lt;br /&gt;une ville assiégée&lt;br /&gt;la fumée suffocante&lt;br /&gt;ruines&lt;br /&gt;Les mines sautent&lt;br /&gt;visages noircis&lt;br /&gt;femmes pleurent stériles&lt;br /&gt;enfants vautrés&lt;br /&gt;ressemblant à des poupées de chiffon&lt;br /&gt;percés par des éclats&lt;br /&gt;mutilations partout&lt;br /&gt;la mort et plus de morts&lt;br /&gt;la folie partout&lt;br /&gt;des fleuves de sang&lt;br /&gt;gorge est nouée&lt;br /&gt;intensité de la douleur&lt;br /&gt;cruauté&lt;br /&gt;assassiné innocence&lt;br /&gt;des civils sont&lt;br /&gt;terrifie le ciel en feu&lt;br /&gt;guerre&lt;br /&gt;a commencé&lt;br /&gt;personne ne peut l'arrêter&lt;br /&gt;plaies ouvertes&lt;br /&gt;sans fin à la haine&lt;br /&gt;Dieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Même pas en rêve&lt;br /&gt;Je m'arrête&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-2677552032523245298?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/2677552032523245298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/suenos-oscuros-suenos-oscuros-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2677552032523245298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2677552032523245298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/suenos-oscuros-suenos-oscuros-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SrU-RYEj3II/AAAAAAAAADE/K6HaEIjVmcc/s72-c/023_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-5510905591092990153</id><published>2009-09-16T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:21:33.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS GOTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SrGcfr_9IJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HA6fwBOFafg/s1600-h/j995hk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382255097885302930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SrGcfr_9IJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HA6fwBOFafg/s320/j995hk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;INQUIETUD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquietud creciente&lt;br /&gt;donde nada cónstela&lt;br /&gt;eclipse total&lt;br /&gt;relámpagos atruenan&lt;br /&gt;pavorosa noche sin estrellas&lt;br /&gt;conciencia que mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         mi casa&lt;br /&gt;         mi templo&lt;br /&gt;         mis muros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muros cubiertos de hiedra venenosa&lt;br /&gt;violencia elemental&lt;br /&gt;(envenena)&lt;br /&gt;hendiduras certeras&lt;br /&gt;fácil penetrar en los hollados muros&lt;br /&gt;se arrastran sigilosas serpientes&lt;br /&gt;horadan hasta los cimientos&lt;br /&gt;hacen nidos se retuercen&lt;br /&gt;gritos silenciosos mefistofélicos&lt;br /&gt;trampas laberintos celdas&lt;br /&gt;caídas recurrentes atormentan&lt;br /&gt;asciende rechina imparable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-este rencor inevitable-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCERN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing concern&lt;br /&gt;where nothing constellation&lt;br /&gt;total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;Lightning deafen&lt;br /&gt;awesome night without stars&lt;br /&gt;dent awareness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     my home&lt;br /&gt;     my temple&lt;br /&gt;     my walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poison ivy covered walls&lt;br /&gt;elemental violence&lt;br /&gt;(poisons)&lt;br /&gt;clefts accurate&lt;br /&gt;the beaten easily penetrate walls&lt;br /&gt;secretive snakes crawl&lt;br /&gt;burrow to the ground&lt;br /&gt;make nests twist&lt;br /&gt;silent screams Mephistophelian&lt;br /&gt;maze traps cells&lt;br /&gt;Recurrent falls torment&lt;br /&gt;amounts grinds unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this resentment inevitably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRÉOCCUPATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'inquiétude croissante&lt;br /&gt;où rien constellation&lt;br /&gt;éclipse totale&lt;br /&gt;Lightning assourdir&lt;br /&gt;awesome nuit sans étoiles&lt;br /&gt;Dent de sensibilisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ma maison&lt;br /&gt;    ma tempe&lt;br /&gt;    mes murs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poison Ivy murs couverts&lt;br /&gt;élémentaire, la violence&lt;br /&gt;(poisons)&lt;br /&gt;fentes exactes&lt;br /&gt;des sentiers battus pénétrer facilement les murs&lt;br /&gt;secret des serpents rampent&lt;br /&gt;terrier au sol&lt;br /&gt;faire des nids Twist&lt;br /&gt;Silent Screams méphistophélique&lt;br /&gt;pièges cellules labyrinthe&lt;br /&gt;Chutes récurrentes tourment&lt;br /&gt;montants broie imparable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ce ressentiment inévitablement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5510905591092990153?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/5510905591092990153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/inquietud-inquietud-creciente-donde.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5510905591092990153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5510905591092990153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/inquietud-inquietud-creciente-donde.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SrGcfr_9IJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HA6fwBOFafg/s72-c/j995hk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-5569247170494466792</id><published>2009-09-15T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:00:33.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS TESTIMONIALES'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sq-5bHgl-zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pXrehkfoiqY/s1600-h/pegatinaNO-A-LA-GUERRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381723955254393650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sq-5bHgl-zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pXrehkfoiqY/s320/pegatinaNO-A-LA-GUERRA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAJAROS DE ACERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pájaros de acero&lt;br /&gt;sobrevuelan los cielos&lt;br /&gt;como dragones enfurecidos&lt;br /&gt;vomitando bolas de fuego&lt;br /&gt;sembrando muerte&lt;br /&gt;panzas repletas&lt;br /&gt;de bombas y mísiles...&lt;br /&gt;inteligentes mísiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Que matan inocentes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutilando&lt;br /&gt;enterrando&lt;br /&gt;todo lo destruyen&lt;br /&gt;nada respetan&lt;br /&gt;los soldados avanzan&lt;br /&gt;por aire y por tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aire que se tensa,&lt;br /&gt;de odios y de miedos&lt;br /&gt;ojos hinchados&lt;br /&gt;de desolación&lt;br /&gt;de llanto&lt;br /&gt;de impotencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tanto cuerpos apilados&lt;br /&gt;se suman sin pausa y sin tregua&lt;br /&gt;las estadísticas aumentan&lt;br /&gt;su número de daños colaterales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fauces de codicia&lt;br /&gt;garras de impiedad&lt;br /&gt;todo lo destruyen en nombre&lt;br /&gt;de la justicia y la verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Son los guerreros de Dios-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustedes corazones sin Dios,&lt;br /&gt;y sin piedad&lt;br /&gt;nada los detiene&lt;br /&gt;siempre es poco lo que obtienen.&lt;br /&gt;y la Oscuridad se precipita&lt;br /&gt;fagocitando todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falacias más falacias&lt;br /&gt;y no paran de matar&lt;br /&gt;se arrogan la custodia de la Paz&lt;br /&gt;creando guerras preventivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cazadores de brujas&lt;br /&gt;Inquisidores, tan crueles&lt;br /&gt;como aquellos a los que persiguen.&lt;br /&gt;y desean exterminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRDS OF STEEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steel Birds&lt;br /&gt;flying over the skies&lt;br /&gt;as angry dragons&lt;br /&gt;spewing fireballs&lt;br /&gt;sow death&lt;br /&gt;full tummies&lt;br /&gt;of bombs and missiles ...&lt;br /&gt;smart missiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kill innocent people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maiming&lt;br /&gt;bury&lt;br /&gt;destroy everything&lt;br /&gt;no respect&lt;br /&gt;the soldiers advance&lt;br /&gt;air and land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air that is tense,&lt;br /&gt;hatreds and fears&lt;br /&gt;puffy eyes&lt;br /&gt;of desolation&lt;br /&gt;crying&lt;br /&gt;impotence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bodies piled&lt;br /&gt;joined without pause or respite&lt;br /&gt;increase statistics&lt;br /&gt;the number of collateral damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaws of greed&lt;br /&gt;clutches of impiety&lt;br /&gt;destroy everything in the name&lt;br /&gt;of justice and truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are the warriors of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hearts without God,&lt;br /&gt;and merciless&lt;br /&gt;nothing stops them&lt;br /&gt;little is always obtained.&lt;br /&gt;and Darkness rushes&lt;br /&gt;engulfing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallacies fallacies&lt;br /&gt;and will not stop killing&lt;br /&gt;arrogate to themselves the custodianship of Peace&lt;br /&gt;creating preventive wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witch Hunters&lt;br /&gt;Inquisitors, as cruel&lt;br /&gt;as those they pursue.&lt;br /&gt;and wish to exterminate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OISEAUX DE L'ACIER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steel Oiseaux&lt;br /&gt;survolant le ciel&lt;br /&gt;que des dragons en colère&lt;br /&gt;crachant des boules de feu&lt;br /&gt;semer la mort&lt;br /&gt;ventre plein&lt;br /&gt;de bombes et de missiles ...&lt;br /&gt;Smart missiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour tuer des innocents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutilations&lt;br /&gt;Bury&lt;br /&gt;tout détruire&lt;br /&gt;aucun respect&lt;br /&gt;l'avance des soldats&lt;br /&gt;air et la terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'air qui est tendue,&lt;br /&gt;haines et des peurs&lt;br /&gt;yeux bouffis&lt;br /&gt;de la désolation&lt;br /&gt;pleurer&lt;br /&gt;impuissance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tant qu'organes empilés&lt;br /&gt;rejoint sans pause ni trêve&lt;br /&gt;Statistiques augmentation&lt;br /&gt;le nombre de dommages collatéraux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mâchoires de la cupidité&lt;br /&gt;embrayages d'impiété&lt;br /&gt;tout détruire au nom&lt;br /&gt;de la justice et la vérité&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Ils sont les guerriers de Dieu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vous cœurs sans Dieu,&lt;br /&gt;et impitoyable&lt;br /&gt;rien ne les arrête&lt;br /&gt;est toujours la petite obtenus.&lt;br /&gt;et les Ténèbres se précipite&lt;br /&gt;engloutit tout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusions illusions&lt;br /&gt;et ne cessent de tuer&lt;br /&gt;s'arrogent le gardien de la paix&lt;br /&gt;créer des guerres préventives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witch Hunters&lt;br /&gt;Inquisiteurs, aussi cruel&lt;br /&gt;que ceux qu'ils poursuivent.&lt;br /&gt;et qui souhaitent exterminer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5569247170494466792?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/5569247170494466792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/pajaros-de-acero-pajaros-de-acero.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5569247170494466792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5569247170494466792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/pajaros-de-acero-pajaros-de-acero.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sq-5bHgl-zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pXrehkfoiqY/s72-c/pegatinaNO-A-LA-GUERRA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-2318372819444840256</id><published>2009-09-14T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:54:11.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sq6p9423zaI/AAAAAAAAACs/OLOsrNCv2Wo/s1600-h/hanks16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381425485453970850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sq6p9423zaI/AAAAAAAAACs/OLOsrNCv2Wo/s320/hanks16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;A TRAVÉS DE LA VENTANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperté pensando en ti&lt;br /&gt;filtrada de día&lt;br /&gt;invadida de sol&lt;br /&gt;acariciándome la piel&lt;br /&gt;estirándome felina&lt;br /&gt;los osados rayos solares&lt;br /&gt;delinean sinuosidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensual&lt;br /&gt;me desperezo&lt;br /&gt;ronroneo&lt;br /&gt;me levanto desnuda&lt;br /&gt;me envuelvo en raso&lt;br /&gt;así me asomo a la ventana&lt;br /&gt;revuelta la cabellera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el cuello arqueado&lt;br /&gt;suspiro y miro el horizonte&lt;br /&gt;aparece nítido tú rostro&lt;br /&gt;un aire salitre invadiéndome&lt;br /&gt;un rumor de oleaje convulso&lt;br /&gt;detona en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy alucinando&lt;br /&gt;una ensenada aparece clara&lt;br /&gt;el vaivén del oleaje&lt;br /&gt;cincelando tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;brillante de sol tu piel&lt;br /&gt;mis labios humedecidos&lt;br /&gt;ávidos de ti&lt;br /&gt;es tan real tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aún debo estar dormida&lt;br /&gt;que lejos esta el mar&lt;br /&gt;lujurioso deseo de ser tuya&lt;br /&gt;que nace al pensarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-alucinando sigo&lt;br /&gt;a través la ventana-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THROUGH THE WINDOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;day filtered&lt;br /&gt;invaded by sun&lt;br /&gt;stroking the skin&lt;br /&gt;stretching feline&lt;br /&gt;the bold sun&lt;br /&gt;delineate windings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensual&lt;br /&gt;I stretched&lt;br /&gt;purr&lt;br /&gt;I stand naked&lt;br /&gt;I am involved in satin&lt;br /&gt;so I stand at my window&lt;br /&gt;hair revolt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arched neck&lt;br /&gt;sigh and stare at the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Your face appears clear&lt;br /&gt;salt air over me&lt;br /&gt;convulsive sound of waves&lt;br /&gt;triggers in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hallucinating&lt;br /&gt;an inlet becomes clear&lt;br /&gt;the motion of the waves&lt;br /&gt;chiseling your body&lt;br /&gt;bright sun your skin&lt;br /&gt;my lips moist&lt;br /&gt;you hungry&lt;br /&gt;your presence is so real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to be asleep&lt;br /&gt;How far is the sea&lt;br /&gt;lustful desire to be yours&lt;br /&gt;born to pensarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I keep hallucinating&lt;br /&gt;through the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAR LA FENETRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis réveillé en pensant à vous&lt;br /&gt;jour filtrée&lt;br /&gt;envahi par le soleil&lt;br /&gt;caresser la peau&lt;br /&gt;étirement félin&lt;br /&gt;le soleil gras&lt;br /&gt;délimiter les enroulements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensuelle&lt;br /&gt;J'ai tendu&lt;br /&gt;ronronner&lt;br /&gt;Je suis nu&lt;br /&gt;Je suis impliqué dans le satin&lt;br /&gt;donc je me tiens à ma fenêtre&lt;br /&gt;cheveux révolte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arqués cou&lt;br /&gt;soupir et regarder l'horizon&lt;br /&gt;Votre visage semble clair&lt;br /&gt;sel de l'air sur moi&lt;br /&gt;convulsifs bruit des vagues&lt;br /&gt;déclenche dans ma tête&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis halluciné&lt;br /&gt;une entrée devient clair&lt;br /&gt;le mouvement des vagues&lt;br /&gt;burinage votre corps&lt;br /&gt;brillant soleil de votre peau&lt;br /&gt;mes lèvres humides&lt;br /&gt;As-tu faim&lt;br /&gt;votre présence est si réel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai pas encore de dormir&lt;br /&gt;Quelle est la distance de la mer&lt;br /&gt;lubriques désir d'être le vôtre&lt;br /&gt;nés de pensarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Je garde hallucinant&lt;br /&gt;par la fenêtre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-2318372819444840256?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/2318372819444840256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/through-window-cry-i-woke-up-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2318372819444840256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2318372819444840256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/through-window-cry-i-woke-up-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sq6p9423zaI/AAAAAAAAACs/OLOsrNCv2Wo/s72-c/hanks16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-5816068487310290961</id><published>2009-09-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:15:25.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sq0MEBtqiCI/AAAAAAAAACk/YVb53GJV8_A/s1600-h/divagando_lasalasdelangelib4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380970393096587298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sq0MEBtqiCI/AAAAAAAAACk/YVb53GJV8_A/s320/divagando_lasalasdelangelib4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SERÁS POETA Y ÁNGEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por senderos de lluvia&lt;br /&gt;entre los brazos del Sol&lt;br /&gt;esta el paraíso imaginario&lt;br /&gt;donde nacen los sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vendrán caminos&lt;br /&gt;hambrientos de detalles&lt;br /&gt;con ímpetu furioso&lt;br /&gt;de besos y caricias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llegarán las noches&lt;br /&gt;de diamantes eternos&lt;br /&gt;con pálidas razones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trataran de evitar&lt;br /&gt;el acercarse mucho&lt;br /&gt;el encontrar mi seno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero igual caprichosa&lt;br /&gt;deambulare en la tierra&lt;br /&gt;y en el edén&lt;br /&gt;haré surcos sin huellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y latirá mi esencia&lt;br /&gt;porque mi alma rebelde&lt;br /&gt;gritará mi destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¡Serás poeta y ángel!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POET AND YOU WILL BE ANGEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For paths of rain&lt;br /&gt;between the arms of the Sun&lt;br /&gt;this imaginary paradise&lt;br /&gt;where dreams are born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come road&lt;br /&gt;hungry for details&lt;br /&gt;with furious momentum&lt;br /&gt;kisses and caresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrive the evening&lt;br /&gt;diamond eternal&lt;br /&gt;with pale reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to avoid&lt;br /&gt;the much closer&lt;br /&gt;finding my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as capricious&lt;br /&gt;wanderings in the land&lt;br /&gt;and Eden&lt;br /&gt;grooves will no trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my heart will beat&lt;br /&gt;because my soul rebel&lt;br /&gt;scream my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You will be poet and angel! --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POÈTE ET VOUS SEREZ ANGEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour les chemins de pluie&lt;br /&gt;entre les bras du Soleil&lt;br /&gt;ce paradis imaginaire&lt;br /&gt;où les rêves sont nés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viennent de route&lt;br /&gt;faim pour plus de détails&lt;br /&gt;avec un élan furieux&lt;br /&gt;des baisers et des caresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arriver le soir&lt;br /&gt;diamant éternel&lt;br /&gt;avec motifs pâle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essayer d'éviter&lt;br /&gt;le plus proche&lt;br /&gt;Trouver mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tout aussi capricieux&lt;br /&gt;pérégrinations dans le pays&lt;br /&gt;et Eden&lt;br /&gt;rainures seront pas trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et mon cœur battra&lt;br /&gt;parce que mon âme rebelle&lt;br /&gt;Scream mon destin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vous allez être poète et l'ange! --&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5816068487310290961?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/5816068487310290961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/seras-poeta-y-angel-por-senderos-de.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5816068487310290961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5816068487310290961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/seras-poeta-y-angel-por-senderos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sq0MEBtqiCI/AAAAAAAAACk/YVb53GJV8_A/s72-c/divagando_lasalasdelangelib4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-219474397264540416</id><published>2009-09-09T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:29:47.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SqfXsVlsECI/AAAAAAAAACc/K6To4HvUJQY/s1600-h/!cid_11BDEFE8587C4072802278896FF04F3D%40snd%5B3%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379505436626784290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SqfXsVlsECI/AAAAAAAAACc/K6To4HvUJQY/s320/!cid_11BDEFE8587C4072802278896FF04F3D%40snd%5B3%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DESCUBRIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñé&lt;br /&gt;con mares&lt;br /&gt;montañas&lt;br /&gt;bosques&lt;br /&gt;índigos cielos&lt;br /&gt;ríos de néctar&lt;br /&gt;soñé&lt;br /&gt;con los ojos abiertos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñé&lt;br /&gt;ser ave&lt;br /&gt;alondra&lt;br /&gt;mirar al mundo&lt;br /&gt;ver desde el cielo&lt;br /&gt;todo pequeño&lt;br /&gt;atomizado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñé&lt;br /&gt;con vientos&lt;br /&gt;mimosas brisas&lt;br /&gt;cantos de mirlo&lt;br /&gt;cimbreantes&lt;br /&gt;ensueños&lt;br /&gt;primal&lt;br /&gt;salvaje&lt;br /&gt;el instinto&lt;br /&gt;se despertó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñé y soñé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busqué tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;tu rostro&lt;br /&gt;tus labios&lt;br /&gt;en mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;escribí tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;con lápiz de agua&lt;br /&gt;halcón de flama&lt;br /&gt;mis ilusiones agitadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñé y soñé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con tus besos&lt;br /&gt;tus caricias&lt;br /&gt;ser tu princesa&lt;br /&gt;guardo mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;bajo la almohada cómplice&lt;br /&gt;devenir de sueños&lt;br /&gt;y deseos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubrir&lt;br /&gt;en cada sueño&lt;br /&gt;que sólo tu fuego&lt;br /&gt;calma mi sed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCOVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;with seas&lt;br /&gt;mountains&lt;br /&gt;forests&lt;br /&gt;indigo skies&lt;br /&gt;rivers of nectar&lt;br /&gt;dreamed&lt;br /&gt;with eyes open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;be bird&lt;br /&gt;lark&lt;br /&gt;look at the world&lt;br /&gt;view from heaven&lt;br /&gt;any small&lt;br /&gt;atomized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;winds&lt;br /&gt;mimosa breeze&lt;br /&gt;blackbird singing&lt;br /&gt;swaying&lt;br /&gt;dreams&lt;br /&gt;primal&lt;br /&gt;wild&lt;br /&gt;instinct&lt;br /&gt;awoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed and dreamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched your eyes&lt;br /&gt;your face&lt;br /&gt;your lips&lt;br /&gt;in my memory&lt;br /&gt;I wrote your name&lt;br /&gt;water pencil&lt;br /&gt;flame hawk&lt;br /&gt;my restless dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed and dreamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your kisses&lt;br /&gt;your touch&lt;br /&gt;be your princess&lt;br /&gt;I keep my dreams&lt;br /&gt;under the pillow accomplice&lt;br /&gt;future of dreams&lt;br /&gt;and desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover&lt;br /&gt;in every dream&lt;br /&gt;only your fire&lt;br /&gt;quench my thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DÉCOUVREZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai rêvé&lt;br /&gt;avec des vagues&lt;br /&gt;montagnes&lt;br /&gt;forêts&lt;br /&gt;cieux indigo&lt;br /&gt;Cours d'eau du nectar&lt;br /&gt;rêvé&lt;br /&gt;avec les yeux ouverts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai rêvé&lt;br /&gt;être des oiseaux&lt;br /&gt;alouette&lt;br /&gt;regarder le monde&lt;br /&gt;vue du ciel&lt;br /&gt;la toute petite&lt;br /&gt;atomisés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai rêvé&lt;br /&gt;vents&lt;br /&gt;Mimosa brise&lt;br /&gt;merle chante&lt;br /&gt;balancement&lt;br /&gt;rêves&lt;br /&gt;primale&lt;br /&gt;sauvage&lt;br /&gt;instinct&lt;br /&gt;réveillé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai rêvé et rêvé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai cherché vos yeux&lt;br /&gt;votre visage&lt;br /&gt;vos lèvres&lt;br /&gt;dans ma mémoire&lt;br /&gt;J'ai écrit ton nom&lt;br /&gt;eau crayon&lt;br /&gt;flamme Hawk&lt;br /&gt;mes rêves agités&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai rêvé et rêvé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec tes baisers&lt;br /&gt;votre contact&lt;br /&gt;être ta princesse&lt;br /&gt;Je garde mes rêves&lt;br /&gt;en vertu de la complice d'oreiller&lt;br /&gt;avenir de rêves&lt;br /&gt;et les désirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Découvrir&lt;br /&gt;In Every Dream&lt;br /&gt;que votre feu&lt;br /&gt;étancher ma soif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-219474397264540416?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/219474397264540416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/descubrir-sone-con-mares-montanas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/219474397264540416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/219474397264540416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/descubrir-sone-con-mares-montanas.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SqfXsVlsECI/AAAAAAAAACc/K6To4HvUJQY/s72-c/!cid_11BDEFE8587C4072802278896FF04F3D%40snd%5B3%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-2631172107138805927</id><published>2009-09-07T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:51:49.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS SENSUALES'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SqW3V2h8hNI/AAAAAAAAACU/f5jgDDy0ux8/s1600-h/amor1-divagando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378906916006954194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SqW3V2h8hNI/AAAAAAAAACU/f5jgDDy0ux8/s320/amor1-divagando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TENSION EXTREMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Esta sociedad nos da facilidades para hacer el amor, pero no para enamorarnos".&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Gala (1930-?) Dramaturgo, poeta y novelista español.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro mis labios&lt;br /&gt;tibios y húmedos&lt;br /&gt;los desplazo&lt;br /&gt;suaves sobre tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;sentidos pulsan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pasión vibra&lt;br /&gt;arde&lt;br /&gt;flama incendiaría&lt;br /&gt;este amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crece el deseo&lt;br /&gt;en el aire&lt;br /&gt;de este universo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frenesí&lt;br /&gt;movimientos sensuales&lt;br /&gt;ondulantes&lt;br /&gt;suspiros y más suspiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contracción&lt;br /&gt;tensión extrema&lt;br /&gt;tu sol me embiste&lt;br /&gt;me mezco&lt;br /&gt;hacia adelante y atrás&lt;br /&gt;vaivén&lt;br /&gt;gemidos&lt;br /&gt;aullido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manos asidas&lt;br /&gt;me vuelvo curva&lt;br /&gt;sinuosa&lt;br /&gt;danza&lt;br /&gt;estallido&lt;br /&gt;laten las sienes&lt;br /&gt;polvo de estrella&lt;br /&gt;néctar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrávidos nos elevamos&lt;br /&gt;cuerpos gozosos&lt;br /&gt;los nuestros&lt;br /&gt;colosal éxtasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Truena un te amo&lt;br /&gt;y mil latidos-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTREME TENSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This partnership gives us a facility to make love but not love."&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Gala (1930 -?) Playwright, poet and novelist Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my lips&lt;br /&gt;warm, moist&lt;br /&gt;displaces&lt;br /&gt;gentle on your body&lt;br /&gt;pressed senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion vibrating&lt;br /&gt;burns&lt;br /&gt;flame burned up&lt;br /&gt;this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the desire&lt;br /&gt;in air&lt;br /&gt;this universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frenzy&lt;br /&gt;sensual movements&lt;br /&gt;undulating&lt;br /&gt;More sighs and sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contraction&lt;br /&gt;extreme stress&lt;br /&gt;Your sun assails me&lt;br /&gt;I Mezco&lt;br /&gt;forward and backward&lt;br /&gt;fro&lt;br /&gt;groans&lt;br /&gt;howl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands grasped&lt;br /&gt;I go curves&lt;br /&gt;sinuous&lt;br /&gt;dance&lt;br /&gt;outbreak&lt;br /&gt;temples throb&lt;br /&gt;stardust&lt;br /&gt;nectar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrávidos we rise&lt;br /&gt;Joyful bodies&lt;br /&gt;ours&lt;br /&gt;colossal ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you thunder, a&lt;br /&gt;and a thousand beats -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTREME TENSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Ce partenariat nous donne une facilité de faire l'amour mais pas l'amour."&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Gala (1930 -?) Auteur dramatique, poète et romancier espagnol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ouvre mes lèvres&lt;br /&gt;chaud, humide&lt;br /&gt;déplace&lt;br /&gt;douce sur votre corps&lt;br /&gt;pressées sens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La passion vibrante&lt;br /&gt;brûlures&lt;br /&gt;la flamme a brûlé&lt;br /&gt;cet amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que le désir&lt;br /&gt;dans l'air&lt;br /&gt;cet univers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frenzy&lt;br /&gt;mouvements sensuels&lt;br /&gt;vallonné&lt;br /&gt;Plus de soupirs et des soupirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une contraction&lt;br /&gt;une tension pousse à l'extrême&lt;br /&gt;ton soleil j'embiste&lt;br /&gt;je mezco&lt;br /&gt;en avant et derrière&lt;br /&gt;un va-et-vient des&lt;br /&gt;gémissements&lt;br /&gt;un hurlement &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main tenant&lt;br /&gt;Je vais courbes&lt;br /&gt;sinueux&lt;br /&gt;danse&lt;br /&gt;éclosion&lt;br /&gt;temples palpiter&lt;br /&gt;Stardust&lt;br /&gt;nectar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrávidos nous nous élevons&lt;br /&gt;Joyful organes&lt;br /&gt;la nôtre&lt;br /&gt;colossale d'ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Je vous aime tonnerre, une&lt;br /&gt;et un millier de beats --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-2631172107138805927?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/2631172107138805927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/tension-extrema-esta-sociedad-nos-da.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2631172107138805927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2631172107138805927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/tension-extrema-esta-sociedad-nos-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SqW3V2h8hNI/AAAAAAAAACU/f5jgDDy0ux8/s72-c/amor1-divagando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-7715913232417447740</id><published>2009-09-06T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:22:11.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SqPFCmU_VBI/AAAAAAAAACM/FEo_oZAU6pQ/s1600-h/sgol1j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378359028449498130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SqPFCmU_VBI/AAAAAAAAACM/FEo_oZAU6pQ/s320/sgol1j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;AUSTRAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austral cielo…&lt;br /&gt;claveteado de estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Sur mi cielo&lt;br /&gt;en menguante la luna&lt;br /&gt;almidonadas nubes&lt;br /&gt;prendada del Norte la mirada&lt;br /&gt;mi mirada enamorada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor…amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pies descalzos&lt;br /&gt;coqueteando con el suelo&lt;br /&gt;revuelto por la brisa el cabello&lt;br /&gt;una sombra envolvente&lt;br /&gt;acariciante sombra&lt;br /&gt;sombra embriagadora&lt;br /&gt;el corazón susurra tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor…amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un resplandor invade todo&lt;br /&gt;hasta cegarme&lt;br /&gt;la noche se hace día&lt;br /&gt;soy ave&lt;br /&gt;mis alas se despliegan&lt;br /&gt;inicio del vuelo&lt;br /&gt;que me lleva a tu cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor…amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí donde las almas&lt;br /&gt;nuestras almas de norte y sur&lt;br /&gt;comulgan se hacen una&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor…amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUSTRAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southern sky ...&lt;br /&gt;Star studded&lt;br /&gt;South my sky&lt;br /&gt;waning moon&lt;br /&gt;starched clouds&lt;br /&gt;North smitten gaze&lt;br /&gt;my loving glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ... love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Barefooted feet&lt;br /&gt;flirting with the ground&lt;br /&gt;disheveled hair in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;enveloping shadow&lt;br /&gt;caressing shadow&lt;br /&gt;intoxicating shade&lt;br /&gt;heart whispers your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ... love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pervasive glow&lt;br /&gt;to blind me&lt;br /&gt;the night does day&lt;br /&gt;I ave&lt;br /&gt;my wings unfold&lt;br /&gt;commencement of flight&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to your heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ... love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where souls&lt;br /&gt;our souls from north and south&lt;br /&gt;communicants are making a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ... love&lt;br /&gt;flirting with the ground&lt;br /&gt;disheveled hair in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;enveloping shadow&lt;br /&gt;caressing shadow&lt;br /&gt;intoxicating shade&lt;br /&gt;heart whispers your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ... love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pervasive glow&lt;br /&gt;to blind me&lt;br /&gt;the night does day&lt;br /&gt;I ave&lt;br /&gt;my wings unfold&lt;br /&gt;commencement of flight&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to your heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ... love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where souls&lt;br /&gt;our souls from north and south&lt;br /&gt;communicants are making a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ... love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUSTRAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southern ciel ...&lt;br /&gt;étoilé&lt;br /&gt;South mon ciel&lt;br /&gt;Lune décroissante&lt;br /&gt;amidonné nuages&lt;br /&gt;Regard épris du Nord&lt;br /&gt;mon regard plein d'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ... Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des pieds déchaussés&lt;br /&gt;flirter avec le sol&lt;br /&gt;cheveux en désordre dans la brise&lt;br /&gt;enveloppant d'ombre&lt;br /&gt;caressant l'ombre&lt;br /&gt;enivrante ombre&lt;br /&gt;chuchote le cœur de votre nom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ... Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une lueur omniprésente&lt;br /&gt;à m'aveugler&lt;br /&gt;la nuit ne jour&lt;br /&gt;Je av&lt;br /&gt;mes ailes se déployer&lt;br /&gt;début du vol;&lt;br /&gt;Ce qui m'amène à votre ciel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ... Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Où les âmes&lt;br /&gt;nos âmes du nord et du sud&lt;br /&gt;communiants font une&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ... Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-7715913232417447740?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/7715913232417447740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/austral-austral-cielo-claveteado-de.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/7715913232417447740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/7715913232417447740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/09/austral-austral-cielo-claveteado-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SqPFCmU_VBI/AAAAAAAAACM/FEo_oZAU6pQ/s72-c/sgol1j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-1246648879272181478</id><published>2009-08-31T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:49:57.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS MIX'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SpwLkG7RNOI/AAAAAAAAACE/tJZrWPSRd_Y/s1600-h/Nightmare1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376184770135930082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SpwLkG7RNOI/AAAAAAAAACE/tJZrWPSRd_Y/s320/Nightmare1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;PESADILLA MATINAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llega sigiloso el amanecer&lt;br /&gt;el frío de mi alcoba&lt;br /&gt;satura los cristales&lt;br /&gt;tu ausencia congela mis palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi cuerpo se revuelve en las sábanas&lt;br /&gt;la oscuridad del sueño invade&lt;br /&gt;va tomando un rostro inquietante&lt;br /&gt;la angustia me atrapa y somete a su capricho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silencio bajando desde las alturas&lt;br /&gt;oscuridad negando tu imagen&lt;br /&gt;acechantes sombras alargadas&lt;br /&gt;bailan en los rincones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suenan todas las alarmas de mi mente&lt;br /&gt;se quiebra el silencio interior&lt;br /&gt;angustiosa y tenaz pesadilla&lt;br /&gt;oprimes el pecho dejándome sin aliento&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las alondras han partido&lt;br /&gt;las amapolas se marchitan&lt;br /&gt;gime el Jacarandá desnudo&lt;br /&gt;perdiendo al frío cierzo su follaje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y, él entra en mi sueño&lt;br /&gt;me perturba el peligro inminente&lt;br /&gt;la voz se atasca en mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;opresiva desesperación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde un ángulo en declive&lt;br /&gt;la soledad me llama,&lt;br /&gt;inmóvil dejo caer mis párpados&lt;br /&gt;me asfixio en el umbral de tu oquedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un perro rabioso se abalanza&lt;br /&gt;su garras de hierro laceran mi sueño,&lt;br /&gt;tu ausencia me deja desnuda&lt;br /&gt;la agitación se apodera de mí&lt;br /&gt;mi voz repite una pregunta&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿Dónde, donde estás?&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde, donde estás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORNING NIGHTMARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn comes creeping&lt;br /&gt;the cold of my room&lt;br /&gt;saturates the crystals&lt;br /&gt;your absence freezes my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My body revolves in the sheets&lt;br /&gt;invades the darkness of sleep&lt;br /&gt;is taking on a disquieting face&lt;br /&gt;captures the anguish and put me on a whim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet down from the heights&lt;br /&gt;dark denying your image&lt;br /&gt;elongated shadows lurking&lt;br /&gt;dance in the corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They sound all alarms in my mind&lt;br /&gt;inner silence is broken&lt;br /&gt;agonizing and tenacious nightmare&lt;br /&gt;you press the chest leaving me breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Larks have left&lt;br /&gt;poppies wilt&lt;br /&gt;Jacaranda moans naked&lt;br /&gt;losing their leaves to the cold north wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he comes into my dream&lt;br /&gt;disturbs me the imminent danger&lt;br /&gt;the voice is stuck in my throat&lt;br /&gt;oppressive despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a sloping angle&lt;br /&gt;loneliness is calling me&lt;br /&gt;I drop my lids still&lt;br /&gt;I'm choking on the threshold of your opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A rabid dog lunges&lt;br /&gt;lacerate his iron grip my dream,&lt;br /&gt;Your absence leaves me naked&lt;br /&gt;agitation over me&lt;br /&gt;my voice repeating a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Where, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORNING NIGHTMARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'aube vient rampante&lt;br /&gt;le froid de ma chambre&lt;br /&gt;sature les cristaux&lt;br /&gt;votre absence gèle mes paroles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mon corps tourne dans les feuilles&lt;br /&gt;envahit l'obscurité du sommeil&lt;br /&gt;prend un visage inquiétant&lt;br /&gt;Captures l'angoisse et m'a mis sur un caprice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calme descendre des hauteurs&lt;br /&gt;dark nier votre image&lt;br /&gt;ombres allongées tapi&lt;br /&gt;la danse dans les coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elles ont l'air toutes les alarmes dans mon esprit&lt;br /&gt;silence intérieur est cassé&lt;br /&gt;angoissante et tenace cauchemar&lt;br /&gt;vous appuyez sur la poitrine, me laissant sans voix&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alouettes ont quitté&lt;br /&gt;coquelicots flétrissement&lt;br /&gt;Jacaranda gémissements nu&lt;br /&gt;perdre leurs feuilles au vent froid du nord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Et il vient dans mon rêve&lt;br /&gt;qui me trouble le danger imminent&lt;br /&gt;la voix est coincée dans ma gorge&lt;br /&gt;oppressive désespoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sous un angle oblique&lt;br /&gt;la solitude me le demande,&lt;br /&gt;Je laisse tomber mes paupières encore&lt;br /&gt;J'étouffe sur le seuil de votre ouverture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un chien enragé se fend&lt;br /&gt;lacérer sa poigne de fer mon rêve,&lt;br /&gt;Votre absence laisse moi nue&lt;br /&gt;agitation sur moi&lt;br /&gt;ma voix en répétant la question suivante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Où ça, où êtes-vous?&lt;br /&gt;Où ça, où êtes-vous? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Patricio PoPortales Coya y &lt;em&gt;Alejandra Arqués Arranz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-1246648879272181478?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/1246648879272181478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/pesadilla-matinal-llega-sigiloso-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/1246648879272181478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/1246648879272181478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/pesadilla-matinal-llega-sigiloso-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SpwLkG7RNOI/AAAAAAAAACE/tJZrWPSRd_Y/s72-c/Nightmare1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-165180504212749209</id><published>2009-08-30T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:48:11.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS DE TRISTEZA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SprXDgL6UpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/V4TTrYPGWtg/s1600-h/divagandoentrepoetas106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375845560399581842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SprXDgL6UpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/V4TTrYPGWtg/s320/divagandoentrepoetas106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UN MAR DE PREGUNTAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un mar de promesas&lt;br /&gt;rugiente de añoranza&lt;br /&gt;abatido de cansancio&lt;br /&gt;agobiado de preguntas&lt;br /&gt;mar sin respuestas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué paso con la playa encendida?&lt;br /&gt;otrora púrpura&lt;br /&gt;el cielo encarnado&lt;br /&gt;los soles rubí&lt;br /&gt;las lunas naranja&lt;br /&gt;esas que alumbraron&lt;br /&gt;nuestro nacimiento&lt;br /&gt;si hasta las aves&lt;br /&gt;se han quedado dormidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo es desolado&lt;br /&gt;se perdió el crisol de matices&lt;br /&gt;el sepia  robo  la alegría, de nuestro universo&lt;br /&gt;adueñándose  también de la mirada&lt;br /&gt;mis pies acarician la arena&lt;br /&gt;húmeda y salitre&lt;br /&gt;me embarga tu aroma&lt;br /&gt;sigo las huellas de tus pies&lt;br /&gt;en un vano esfuerzo por hallarte&lt;br /&gt;entierro mis pies en tus pisadas&lt;br /&gt;y a veces me aparto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino al lado de tus pasos&lt;br /&gt;llegar vos mí anhelo&lt;br /&gt;tocar tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;tallado a base de sueños&lt;br /&gt;de amor e ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;la niebla empaña la memoria&lt;br /&gt;el recuerdo se torna ácido&lt;br /&gt;olvido tu rostro de bruma&lt;br /&gt;borro tu risa que se esfuma&lt;br /&gt;el sabor a sal y arena de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;esa piel de sol que ame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás algún Dios o dioses&lt;br /&gt;esperen el tributo de mis pasos&lt;br /&gt;y finalmente descubra el misterio&lt;br /&gt;de tu huella perdiéndose&lt;br /&gt;en lo inescrutable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SEA OF QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sea of promises&lt;br /&gt;roaring of longing&lt;br /&gt;shot of fatigue&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed with questions&lt;br /&gt;sea without answers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the beach on?&lt;br /&gt;once purple&lt;br /&gt;red sky&lt;br /&gt;ruby suns&lt;br /&gt;orange moons&lt;br /&gt;those who shined&lt;br /&gt;our birth&lt;br /&gt;if even the birds&lt;br /&gt;have fallen asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is desolate&lt;br /&gt;missed the nuances crucible&lt;br /&gt;sepia stealing the joy of our universe&lt;br /&gt;also seizing the look&lt;br /&gt;My feet caress the sand&lt;br /&gt;wet and salty&lt;br /&gt;your scent over me&lt;br /&gt;I follow the footsteps of your feet&lt;br /&gt;in a vain effort to find you&lt;br /&gt;buried my feet in your footsteps&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I come away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road next to your steps&lt;br /&gt;you get me longing&lt;br /&gt;touch your body&lt;br /&gt;carved on dreams&lt;br /&gt;of love and dreams&lt;br /&gt;fog clouds the memory&lt;br /&gt;the memory becomes acid&lt;br /&gt;forget your face mist&lt;br /&gt;delete your laughter fades&lt;br /&gt;the taste of salt and sand from your skin&lt;br /&gt;skin that loves sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a God or gods&lt;br /&gt;wait for the tribute of my steps&lt;br /&gt;and finally discover the mystery&lt;br /&gt;lost your footprint&lt;br /&gt;in the inscrutable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNE MER DE QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un océan de promesses&lt;br /&gt;rugissement du désir&lt;br /&gt;coup de fatigue&lt;br /&gt;accablé de questions&lt;br /&gt;mer sans réponses ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-il arrivé à la plage?&lt;br /&gt;une fois pourpre&lt;br /&gt;Red Sky&lt;br /&gt;Ruby Suns&lt;br /&gt;Orange lunes&lt;br /&gt;ceux qui ont brillé&lt;br /&gt;notre naissance&lt;br /&gt;si même les oiseaux&lt;br /&gt;se sont endormis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tout est désolé&lt;br /&gt;raté le creuset de nuances&lt;br /&gt;sépia avoir volé la joie de notre univers&lt;br /&gt;saisir également le regard&lt;br /&gt;Mes pieds me caresser le sable&lt;br /&gt;humide et salin&lt;br /&gt;votre parfum sur moi&lt;br /&gt;Je suis les traces de vos pieds&lt;br /&gt;dans un effort vain de vous trouver&lt;br /&gt;enterrés mes pieds dans vos traces&lt;br /&gt;et parfois je viens loin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Route à côté de vos démarches&lt;br /&gt;vous me nostalgie&lt;br /&gt;toucher votre corps&lt;br /&gt;sculptées sur les rêves&lt;br /&gt;d'amour et de rêves&lt;br /&gt;nuages de brouillard de la mémoire&lt;br /&gt;la mémoire devient acide&lt;br /&gt;oubliez votre visage brume&lt;br /&gt;supprimer vos fane rire&lt;br /&gt;le goût du sel et du sable de votre peau&lt;br /&gt;peau qui aime dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être un Dieu ou des dieux&lt;br /&gt;d'attente pour l'hommage de mes pas&lt;br /&gt;et enfin découvrir le mystère&lt;br /&gt;Vous avez perdu votre empreinte&lt;br /&gt;dans l'insondable&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-165180504212749209?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/165180504212749209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-mar-de-preguntas-un-mar-de-promesas.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/165180504212749209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/165180504212749209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-mar-de-preguntas-un-mar-de-promesas.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SprXDgL6UpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/V4TTrYPGWtg/s72-c/divagandoentrepoetas106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-2409718633382586549</id><published>2009-08-30T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:44:25.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TE QUIERO MUCHO HERMANITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-2409718633382586549?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/2409718633382586549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-quiero-mucho-hermanita.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2409718633382586549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/2409718633382586549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-quiero-mucho-hermanita.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-7159736961260575711</id><published>2009-08-25T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:17:02.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PROSA POETICA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SpRhYxGTp8I/AAAAAAAAABs/pHa206sNF3k/s1600-h/4g5ky8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374027333484390338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SpRhYxGTp8I/AAAAAAAAABs/pHa206sNF3k/s320/4g5ky8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"En ese mecerse entre olas perturbadoras, un hada sueña en llegar a la otra orilla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESUENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un rumor marino, agitadas olas que braman al viento. Gaviotas y albatros se lanzan a las aguas, cazan su comida, vuelan, canturrean y el rumor estridente del oleaje no para. Lejos un piano llora; en cada nota, en cada tecla, en cada movimiento de las manos desata las lágrimas; gotas que manan de manera inusitada.&lt;br /&gt;La mirada se pierde en la bravura del azul añil de ese mar, la memoria teje telarañas de hilos de dolor. Donde alguna vez hubo amor nada queda. La espuma, la sal, la arena, lo arrastró todo, pero tu sigues allí, indestructible arrogante altivo como piedra encallada. El sol delinea tu perfil tan cercano y tan distante de este corazón de topacio. El sufrimiento punza. Ser invisible, un fantasma abatido por el viento del desamor, duele. Muecas, murmullos que no alcanzas escuchar, caricias que no sientes. Mi voz que estalla en la hueca concavidad del caparazón de un caracol. No soy mar, no soy coral, no soy alga, no soy arena, ni sal, ni agua, ni fuego, ni sombra, ni cielo, ni lápida olvidada, sólo soy ilusión desamparada. Inútil amor que intenta traspasar los colosales muros que separan, erguidos como vallas infranqueables, dejándome atrapada en esta orilla, donde el frío atávico invade el cuerpo, congela esta oscuridad me viste de cenizas. Soledad que mutila cuerpo y alma, soledad asesina. Me extravío en tinieblas que enturbian mis sentidos, me hacen equivocar el camino del umbral de la vida, me dejan aferrada a esta muerte no deseada. Rescátame de las ciénagas, de las mortajas. Tienes el poder sólo extiende tus manos hombre de ojos de halcón. Lléname de tu energía azul con tonalidades verdes tornasoladas dame apertura mental para la comprensión de la realidad que me aprisiona. Dilo, termina mi agonía... “No me amas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In this disturbing waves rocking between a fairy dream to reach the other shore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bgsound balance="0" src="http://www.goear.com/files/sst/1c74210a1407cd05aa22729e3bfd5137.mp3" volume="0" loop="infinite" autostart="true"&gt;&lt;/bgsound&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT RESONATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rumor sailor, rough seas that roar in the wind. Gulls and albatrosses take to the waters, hunt their food, flying, loud hum and the sound wave does not stop. A far cry piano, every note, every key, every hand movement triggers the tears that flow drops so unusual.&lt;br /&gt;The gaze is lost in the bravery of the indigo blue of the sea, the memory thread woven webs of pain. Where once there was love there is nothing left. The foam, salt, sand, dragged around, but you're still there, proud as arrogant indestructible stone stuck. The sun outlines your profile so close and so distant from the heart of topaz. The suffering punctured. Being invisible, a ghost killed by the wind of indifference, it hurts. Faces, hear murmurs that do not reach, do not feel caresses. My voice that explodes in the hollow of the hollow shell of a snail. I'm not sea coral'm not, I'm not seaweed, I'm not sand or salt, no water, no heat, no shade, no heaven, no tombstone forgotten, hope I'm just helpless. Useless love trying to pass the colossal walls that separate, upright like insurmountable hurdles, leaving me trapped in this bank, where the atavistic cold invades the body, I saw this dark freezing ash. Soledad mutilates the body and soul, loneliness kills. I lost in darkness that cloud my senses, make me lose the way the threshold of life, leaving me clinging to this unwanted death. Rescue me from the marshes of the shrouds. You have the power only extends your hands hawk-eyed man. Fill me with your energy iridescent greenish blue give me an open mind to understand the reality that imprisons me. Say, the end of my agony ... "I love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dans ce balancement des vagues inquiétantes entre un rêve de fée pour atteindre l'autre rive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLE RÉSONNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un marin rumeur, pas toujours clémentes qui rugissent dans le vent. Mouettes et des albatros prendre pour les eaux, de chasser leur nourriture, voler, fort ronflement et l'onde sonore ne s'arrête pas. Un piano à Far Cry, chaque note, chaque touche, chaque mouvement de la main déclenche les larmes qui coulent gouttes si inhabituel.&lt;br /&gt;Le regard est perdu dans la bravoure du bleu indigo de la mer, le fil de la mémoire tissés de la douleur. Là où jadis il y avait amour, il n'y a plus rien. L'écume, le sel, le sable, traîné, mais vous êtes toujours là, fière comme la pierre indestructible arrogante coincé. Le soleil décrit votre profil si proche et si loin du coeur de topaze. La souffrance perforé. Être invisible, un fantôme tué par le vent de l'indifférence, ça fait mal. Visages, des murmures qui n'atteignent pas, ne se sentent pas caresses. Ma voix qui éclate dans le creux de la coquille vide d'un escargot. Je ne suis pas coral'm mer, non, je ne suis pas d'algues, je ne suis pas du sable ou de sel, ni eau, ni chauffage, pas d'ombre, pas de ciel, pas de pierre tombale oublié, j'espère que je suis tout simplement impuissant. Inutile aiment essayer de passer les murs colossale qui séparent, debout comme des obstacles insurmontables, me laissant pris au piège dans cette banque, où le froid atavique envahit le corps, j'ai vu ces cendres gel noir. Soledad mutile le corps et l'âme, la solitude tue. J'ai perdu dans les ténèbres qui obscurcissent mon sens, me faire perdre la façon dont le seuil de la vie, me laissant s'accrocher à cette mort non désirées. Délivre-moi des marais de les haubans. Vous avez le pouvoir ne s'étend qu'à vos mains hawk-eyed man. Remplis-moi de votre énergie irisé bleu verdâtre me donner une ouverture d'esprit pour comprendre la réalité qui l'emprisonne moi. Dire la fin de mes angoisses ... "I love&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-7159736961260575711?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/7159736961260575711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/en-ese-mecerse-entre-olas-perturbadoras.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/7159736961260575711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/7159736961260575711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/en-ese-mecerse-entre-olas-perturbadoras.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra Arqués Arranz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04690168377836833061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/Sno16TGXIvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/o3XrVyOCNPw/S220/IMG0002101-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQAVA3Ty-nI/SpRhYxGTp8I/AAAAAAAAABs/pHa206sNF3k/s72-c/4g5ky8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-6498958568425515553</id><published>2009-08-14T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:28:30.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SoYO60_yGZI/AAAAAAAAARE/z6g-eoODYNA/s1600-h/unahojaenlatormenta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369996009507264914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SoYO60_yGZI/AAAAAAAAARE/z6g-eoODYNA/s320/unahojaenlatormenta.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNA HOJA EN LA TORMENTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me has visto frágil y desvalida&lt;br /&gt;intentando inútilmente escapar de la tormenta&lt;br /&gt;tiritando de nostalgias huérfana&lt;br /&gt;azotada por la melancolía del viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reanimada por tu sangre y tú dulzura&lt;br /&gt;curaste una a una mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;cicatrices similares a las tuyas, desamor&lt;br /&gt;espacios inconclusos se llenaron de amor&lt;br /&gt;acunamos nuestras sombras, hasta dejarlas dormidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo sin edad y ahora somos nosotros&lt;br /&gt;doblegando las agujas del reloj&lt;br /&gt;en conciencia nueva renacimos&lt;br /&gt;fecundando sueños, risas y amaneceres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El eco de tu voz me convoca&lt;br /&gt;susurra nuestros nombres, el viento&lt;br /&gt;océanos impetuosos, nigromantes, conjuros, mentiras&lt;br /&gt;la malicia invadiendo nuestros corazones&lt;br /&gt;pero se ha roto el hechizo, somos uno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor en el centro de tu pecho vivo&lt;br /&gt;en tus brazos florezco, me salvas de la bruma&lt;br /&gt;alcanzamos la luz y las arenas púrpuras&lt;br /&gt;nuestras lunas naranjas, no hay heridas&lt;br /&gt;somos la unión de nuestras almas&lt;br /&gt;la estirpe del más sagrado linaje…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los amos de la noche te han mentido&lt;br /&gt;no me has perdido, escape de sus mares carceleros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centro de mi centro&lt;br /&gt;Sombra de mi sombra&lt;br /&gt;Sangre de mi sangre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El milagro sucedió reencuentro de almas&lt;br /&gt;suspiros despertando este amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LEAF IN THE STORM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen fragile and helpless&lt;br /&gt;trying in vain to escape the storm&lt;br /&gt;shivering orphan of nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;struck by the melancholy wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revived by your blood and you sweetness&lt;br /&gt;a healed my wounds with a&lt;br /&gt;scars similar to yours, desamor&lt;br /&gt;unfinished spaces are filled with love&lt;br /&gt;wedged our shadows to let sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without time-age and now we&lt;br /&gt;knees clockwise&lt;br /&gt;conscientiously rebirth&lt;br /&gt;fertilized dreams, laughter and sunrises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The echo of your voice calls me&lt;br /&gt;whispering our names, the wind&lt;br /&gt;Oceans impetuous, necromancer, spells, lies&lt;br /&gt;malice invading our hearts&lt;br /&gt;but the spell is broken, we are a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in the center of your chest vivo&lt;br /&gt;thrive in your arms, I saved the fog&lt;br /&gt;reach the light purple and the sand&lt;br /&gt;our orange moons, no injuries&lt;br /&gt;we are the union of our souls&lt;br /&gt;the lineage of the most sacred lineage ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The masters of the night you have lied&lt;br /&gt;I've lost, escape from their jailers seas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Center of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Shadow of my shadow&lt;br /&gt;Blood of my blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miracle happened reunion of souls&lt;br /&gt;This eternal love waking sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FEUILLES DANS LA TEMPÊTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai vu fragile et sans défense&lt;br /&gt;tente en vain d'échapper à la tempête&lt;br /&gt;les frissons de la nostalgie d'orphelin&lt;br /&gt;frappé par la mélancolie du vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revived par votre sang et vous douceur&lt;br /&gt;une guéri mes blessures à une&lt;br /&gt;cicatrices semblables à la vôtre, desamor&lt;br /&gt;inachevé espaces sont remplis d'amour&lt;br /&gt;coincée nos ombres de laisser dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sans âge et le temps présent, nous&lt;br /&gt;genoux vers la droite&lt;br /&gt;conscience renaissance&lt;br /&gt;fécondé rêves, de rires et de levers de soleil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'écho de votre voix me demande&lt;br /&gt;chuchotement de nos noms, le vent&lt;br /&gt;Océans impétueux, nécromancien, sorts, se trouve&lt;br /&gt;malice envahir nos cœurs&lt;br /&gt;mais le charme est rompu, nous sommes un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love dans le centre de votre poitrine vivo&lt;br /&gt;prospérer dans vos bras, j'ai sauvé le brouillard&lt;br /&gt;atteindre la lumière violette et le sable&lt;br /&gt;nos lunes d'orange, pas de blessé&lt;br /&gt;nous sommes l'union de nos âmes&lt;br /&gt;la lignée de la lignée de plus sacré ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les maîtres de la nuit, vous avez menti&lt;br /&gt;J'ai perdu, échapper à leurs geôliers mers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centre de mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;Ombre de mon ombre&lt;br /&gt;Le sang de mon sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le miracle s'est produit le regroupement des âmes&lt;br /&gt;Cet amour éternel éveil soupirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-6498958568425515553?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/6498958568425515553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/una-hoja-en-la-tormenta-me-has-visto.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/6498958568425515553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/6498958568425515553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/una-hoja-en-la-tormenta-me-has-visto.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SoYO60_yGZI/AAAAAAAAARE/z6g-eoODYNA/s72-c/unahojaenlatormenta.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-1397445954522226551</id><published>2009-08-12T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:17:58.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SoKykt_ngDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/h48LcudKt1g/s1600-h/Ale325.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369050049670512690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SoKykt_ngDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/h48LcudKt1g/s320/Ale325.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;NACE UN AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrir los ojos y sonreír&lt;br /&gt;hallar refugio en tu regazo&lt;br /&gt;saberme protegida entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Logrando disipar todos mis miedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cambio yo te regalo una caricia&lt;br /&gt;y las estrellas que atesoro en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Dibújame una sonrisa con arrullos&lt;br /&gt;envuélveme en tu torbellino apasionado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llévame en tus alas a través del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;a tus mundos inexplorados&lt;br /&gt;sólo llévame en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;en la luminiscencia de tu pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entíbiame en un sólo abrazo&lt;br /&gt;llévame allí donde no haya distancias&lt;br /&gt;donde nuestros cuerpos se encuentren&lt;br /&gt;donde la única frontera sea tu aliento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A su vez, te dibujaré una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;llenaré tus espacios inconclusos&lt;br /&gt;Invitándote a ver mis universos&lt;br /&gt;enseñándote a escuchar los sonidos del viento&lt;br /&gt;a descubrir la voz inaudible de los elementos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubrirás mis mundos&lt;br /&gt;Déjame sacar al poeta que llevas adentro&lt;br /&gt;quiero que te despidas de los silencios&lt;br /&gt;La soledad, no ocupará ningún espacio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé si fue el destino&lt;br /&gt;pero un amor sin querer esta naciendo&lt;br /&gt;un sentimiento que aún es un incierto&lt;br /&gt;Un amor donde las intenciones son soles&lt;br /&gt;y los encuentros una promesa en encubierto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOVE IS BORN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and smile&lt;br /&gt;find refuge in your lap&lt;br /&gt;saberme protected between your arms&lt;br /&gt;Delivering dispel all my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return I will present a caress&lt;br /&gt;and the stars that treasure in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Draw me a smile with coo&lt;br /&gt;envuélveme in your passionate whirlwind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me in your wings through time&lt;br /&gt;your unexplored worlds&lt;br /&gt;just get me in silence&lt;br /&gt;the luminescence of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entíbiame in one hug&lt;br /&gt;take me there where no distances&lt;br /&gt;where our bodies are&lt;br /&gt;where the only border to be your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In turn, you smile a dibujaré&lt;br /&gt;fill your unfinished spaces&lt;br /&gt;Invitándote to see my universes&lt;br /&gt;showing to hear the sounds of wind&lt;br /&gt;to discover the voice of the unheard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover my world&lt;br /&gt;Let me get inside the poet who got&lt;br /&gt;I want you to dismissal of the silences&lt;br /&gt;Solitude will not occupy any space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if it was fate&lt;br /&gt;but a love without wanting to be born this&lt;br /&gt;a feeling that it is still an uncertain&lt;br /&gt;A love where intentions are suns&lt;br /&gt;and meetings in an undercover ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'AMOUR NAÎT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvrez vos yeux et le sourire&lt;br /&gt;trouver refuge dans votre tour&lt;br /&gt;saberme protégée entre vos bras&lt;br /&gt;Delivering dissiper toutes mes craintes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En retour, je vais présenter une caresse&lt;br /&gt;et les étoiles, ce trésor entre mes mains&lt;br /&gt;Dessine-moi un sourire avec coo&lt;br /&gt;envuélveme dans votre passion tourbillon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi dans tes ailes à travers le temps&lt;br /&gt;vos mondes inexplorés&lt;br /&gt;vient me chercher dans le silence&lt;br /&gt;la luminescence de votre esprit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entíbiame dans une accolade&lt;br /&gt;Emmenez-moi là où les distances ne&lt;br /&gt;où nos corps sont&lt;br /&gt;où la seule frontière à votre souffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En retour, vous souriez dibujaré&lt;br /&gt;remplir vos espaces inachevé&lt;br /&gt;Invitándote de voir mon univers&lt;br /&gt;montrant à entendre les bruits de vent&lt;br /&gt;de découvrir la voix de l'inconnu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Découvrez mon monde&lt;br /&gt;Permettez-moi d'attirer dans le poète que vous portez&lt;br /&gt;Je veux que vous le licenciement de silences&lt;br /&gt;Solitude pas occuper tout l'espace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas si il a été le sort&lt;br /&gt;mais un amour sans vouloir être né&lt;br /&gt;un sentiment qu'il est encore incertain&lt;br /&gt;Un amour où les intentions sont des soleils&lt;br /&gt;et des réunions d'infiltration dans une ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-1397445954522226551?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/1397445954522226551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/nace-un-amor-abrir-los-ojos-y-sonreir.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/1397445954522226551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/1397445954522226551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/nace-un-amor-abrir-los-ojos-y-sonreir.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SoKykt_ngDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/h48LcudKt1g/s72-c/Ale325.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-288296699549194726</id><published>2009-08-05T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:25:24.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/Snm-Z7sTPgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lpBXFwYhdZw/s1600-h/ANI4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366529783718166018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/Snm-Z7sTPgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lpBXFwYhdZw/s320/ANI4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABSURDA ESPERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te espere en la misma esquina&lt;br /&gt;en la de siempre&lt;br /&gt;las luces de neón me parpadean&lt;br /&gt;la luna me observa silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;el bullicio del tráfico&lt;br /&gt;un devenir de transeúntes&lt;br /&gt;bocinazos&lt;br /&gt;smog&lt;br /&gt;una cruz perfecta&lt;br /&gt;ese cruce de calles&lt;br /&gt;asfalto, cordón, baldosas&lt;br /&gt;dos semáforos&lt;br /&gt;y yo parada ahí,&lt;br /&gt;sola, yo y mi alma&lt;br /&gt;buscando tu rostro entre otros rostros&lt;br /&gt;ensordecida por el bullicio&lt;br /&gt;atrapada en un laberinto de espejos&lt;br /&gt;invadida de sombras y demonios&lt;br /&gt;asaltada de miedo&lt;br /&gt;aterrada&lt;br /&gt;te espere&lt;br /&gt;desorientada como un ave en la noche&lt;br /&gt;te espere&lt;br /&gt;preguntándome si te hallaría&lt;br /&gt;si el calor de tu abrazo mi salvaría&lt;br /&gt;de la confusión&lt;br /&gt;tercamente espere&lt;br /&gt;inmersa en mi irrealidad&lt;br /&gt;acechando tú paso en cada umbral&lt;br /&gt;buscando tu voz en rumores que se alejan&lt;br /&gt;tu fantasma perdido entre la gente&lt;br /&gt;te espere y te espero&lt;br /&gt;cada noche en nuestra esquina&lt;br /&gt;y la esperanza se degrada a cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;quiero gritar por qué no vienes a buscarme&lt;br /&gt;por qué no me rescatas de esta agonía&lt;br /&gt;la realidad me grita “es absurda tu espera”&lt;br /&gt;no quiero escucharla&lt;br /&gt;pero su voz es un estallido&lt;br /&gt;una detonación en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;cuando insiste en recordarme&lt;br /&gt;que estas muerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSURD WAITING &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You wait in the same corner&lt;br /&gt;in the usual&lt;br /&gt;neon lights flash me&lt;br /&gt;I observed the moon silent&lt;br /&gt;the bustle of traffic&lt;br /&gt;evolution of a transient&lt;br /&gt;bocinazos&lt;br /&gt;smog&lt;br /&gt;a perfect cross&lt;br /&gt;the crossing street&lt;br /&gt;asphalt, cord, tiles&lt;br /&gt;two traffic lights&lt;br /&gt;and I stop there,&lt;br /&gt;alone, me and my soul&lt;br /&gt;seek thy face from other faces&lt;br /&gt;deafened by the noise&lt;br /&gt;trapped in a maze of mirrors&lt;br /&gt;of shadows and demons invaded&lt;br /&gt;assailed by fear&lt;br /&gt;terrified&lt;br /&gt;you wait&lt;br /&gt;disoriented as a bird in the night&lt;br /&gt;you wait&lt;br /&gt;wondering if you found&lt;br /&gt;If the warmth of your embrace my save&lt;br /&gt;of confusion&lt;br /&gt;stubbornly wait&lt;br /&gt;immersed in my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;stalking you at every step threshold&lt;br /&gt;looking into rumors that your voice is distant&lt;br /&gt;your ghost lost among the people&lt;br /&gt;you wait and you hope&lt;br /&gt;every night in our corner&lt;br /&gt;and the hope is deteriorating every minute&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream why do not you come and get me&lt;br /&gt;why not rescue me from this agony&lt;br /&gt;reality me yells "absurd your hopes"&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to hear&lt;br /&gt;but his voice is a blast&lt;br /&gt;a bang on my head&lt;br /&gt;haunts me&lt;br /&gt;Remember to insist&lt;br /&gt;These dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSURD ATTENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Vous attendent dans le même coin&lt;br /&gt;comme à l'habitude&lt;br /&gt;néons flash-moi&lt;br /&gt;J'ai observé le silence de la lune&lt;br /&gt;l'agitation de la circulation&lt;br /&gt;évolution d'un régime transitoire&lt;br /&gt;bocinazos&lt;br /&gt;smog&lt;br /&gt;un parfait cross&lt;br /&gt;la traversée de rue&lt;br /&gt;l'asphalte, le cordon d'alimentation, des tuiles&lt;br /&gt;deux feux&lt;br /&gt;et je m'arrête là,&lt;br /&gt;seul, moi et mon âme&lt;br /&gt;chercher ton visage d'autres visages&lt;br /&gt;assourdi par le bruit&lt;br /&gt;pris au piège dans un labyrinthe de miroirs&lt;br /&gt;d'ombres et de démons ont envahi&lt;br /&gt;assailli par la peur&lt;br /&gt;terrifié&lt;br /&gt;vous attendez&lt;br /&gt;désorienté comme un oiseau dans la nuit&lt;br /&gt;vous attendez&lt;br /&gt;demandais si vous avez trouvé&lt;br /&gt;Si la chaleur de votre embrasser mon mettre&lt;br /&gt;de confusion&lt;br /&gt;obstinément attendre&lt;br /&gt;immergé dans mon fantasme&lt;br /&gt;vous guette à chaque pas de seuil&lt;br /&gt;la recherche dans les rumeurs que votre voix est lointaine&lt;br /&gt;votre fantôme perdu au sein de la population&lt;br /&gt;vous attendre et que vous espérez&lt;br /&gt;chaque soir dans notre coin&lt;br /&gt;et l'espoir se détériore chaque minute&lt;br /&gt;Je veux crier, pourquoi ne pas vous venir me chercher&lt;br /&gt;pourquoi ne pas me sauver de cette agonie&lt;br /&gt;la réalité me crie "absurde vos espoirs"&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas entendre&lt;br /&gt;mais sa voix est un souffle&lt;br /&gt;un coup sur la tête&lt;br /&gt;me hante&lt;br /&gt;N'oubliez pas d'insister&lt;br /&gt;Ces morts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-288296699549194726?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/288296699549194726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/absurda-espera-te-espere-en-la-misma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/288296699549194726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/288296699549194726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/absurda-espera-te-espere-en-la-misma.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/Snm-Z7sTPgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lpBXFwYhdZw/s72-c/ANI4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-4867867231396494919</id><published>2009-08-01T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:11:23.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SnS8uhNF7fI/AAAAAAAAAQs/00ZvPkgZpnw/s1600-h/Ale145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365120563478392306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SnS8uhNF7fI/AAAAAAAAAQs/00ZvPkgZpnw/s320/Ale145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SOMOS HIJOS DEL TIEMPO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un tiempo que nos devora&lt;br /&gt;un eclipse sin sombras&lt;br /&gt;nos rescata de la mediocridad&lt;br /&gt;del hastío&lt;br /&gt;de los equívocos&lt;br /&gt;devolviéndonos la paz&lt;br /&gt;la melancolía nos atrapa&lt;br /&gt;marcha codo a codo con la razón&lt;br /&gt;de este tiempo irrazonable&lt;br /&gt;que nos separa&lt;br /&gt;también nos cobija&lt;br /&gt;de las tormentas&lt;br /&gt;de esta realidad perturbadora&lt;br /&gt;que nos distancia&lt;br /&gt;pero también nos tiende puentes&lt;br /&gt;uniendo ensoñaciones&lt;br /&gt;mañanas llenos de esperanza&lt;br /&gt;donde celebrar el reencuentro&lt;br /&gt;de cada día&lt;br /&gt;de cada noche&lt;br /&gt;a pesar de la ironía&lt;br /&gt;de que no es nuestra realidad&lt;br /&gt;pero igual disfruto tanto&lt;br /&gt;cada instante&lt;br /&gt;las palabras&lt;br /&gt;cada caricia&lt;br /&gt;tuya y mía&lt;br /&gt;cada silencio&lt;br /&gt;las sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;cada lágrima&lt;br /&gt;cuando llegan&lt;br /&gt;los fines de semana&lt;br /&gt;los domingos de muerte&lt;br /&gt;pero ahora soy reina y señora&lt;br /&gt;tengo la libertad de la locura&lt;br /&gt;de amarte&lt;br /&gt;de sentirte&lt;br /&gt;de ser tuya&lt;br /&gt;de saberte mío&lt;br /&gt;sin dudas ni sombras&lt;br /&gt;Somos hijos del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;un tiempo que nos devora&lt;br /&gt;un eclipse sin sombras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Amor mío&lt;br /&gt;con vos descubrí&lt;br /&gt;ese mágico sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;llamado amor&lt;br /&gt;le diste una nueva causa&lt;br /&gt;a los latidos de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;por eso te amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;por eso sufro&lt;br /&gt;por tenerte y no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;OUR CHILDREN'S TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time we devour&lt;br /&gt;an eclipse without shadows&lt;br /&gt;rescues us from mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;of boredom&lt;br /&gt;of equivocal&lt;br /&gt;restore peace&lt;br /&gt;melancholy traps us&lt;br /&gt;running side by side with reason&lt;br /&gt;This unreasonable time&lt;br /&gt;that separates us&lt;br /&gt;also blanket&lt;br /&gt;of storms&lt;br /&gt;This disturbing reality&lt;br /&gt;we distance&lt;br /&gt;but also builds bridges&lt;br /&gt;Linking dream&lt;br /&gt;morning full of hope&lt;br /&gt;where to hold the reunion&lt;br /&gt;daily&lt;br /&gt;every night&lt;br /&gt;Despite the irony&lt;br /&gt;that is not our reality&lt;br /&gt;but I enjoy both equally&lt;br /&gt;every moment&lt;br /&gt;words&lt;br /&gt;caress each&lt;br /&gt;yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;each silence&lt;br /&gt;Smiles&lt;br /&gt;every tear&lt;br /&gt;when they arrive&lt;br /&gt;weekends&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Death&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm queen and lady&lt;br /&gt;I have freedom of madness&lt;br /&gt;loving you&lt;br /&gt;to feel&lt;br /&gt;if yours&lt;br /&gt;saberte of mine&lt;br /&gt;without hesitation or shadow&lt;br /&gt;We are the children of time&lt;br /&gt;one time we devour&lt;br /&gt;an eclipse without shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! My love&lt;br /&gt;I found with you&lt;br /&gt;that magical feeling&lt;br /&gt;called love&lt;br /&gt;you gave a new cause&lt;br /&gt;to the beating of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;we suffer&lt;br /&gt;get by and not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;NOS ENFANTS DU TEMPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un moment donné, nous dévorer&lt;br /&gt;une éclipse sans ombre&lt;br /&gt;nous sauve de la médiocrité&lt;br /&gt;d'ennui&lt;br /&gt;d'équivoque&lt;br /&gt;rétablir la paix&lt;br /&gt;mélancolie pièges nous&lt;br /&gt;marche à côté de la raison&lt;br /&gt;Ce temps déraisonnable&lt;br /&gt;ce qui nous sépare&lt;br /&gt;également une couverture&lt;br /&gt;des tempêtes&lt;br /&gt;La situation préoccupante&lt;br /&gt;nous distance&lt;br /&gt;mais aussi des ponts&lt;br /&gt;Lien de rêve&lt;br /&gt;matin, plein d'espoir&lt;br /&gt;où tenir la réunion&lt;br /&gt;quotidienne&lt;br /&gt;chaque nuit&lt;br /&gt;Malgré l'ironie&lt;br /&gt;ce n'est pas notre réalité&lt;br /&gt;J'aime les deux, mais aussi&lt;br /&gt;chaque instant&lt;br /&gt;mots&lt;br /&gt;chaque caresse&lt;br /&gt;la vôtre et la mienne&lt;br /&gt;chaque silence&lt;br /&gt;Smiles&lt;br /&gt;chaque larme&lt;br /&gt;quand ils arrivent&lt;br /&gt;week-end&lt;br /&gt;Dimanche Death&lt;br /&gt;mais maintenant je suis la reine et dame&lt;br /&gt;J'ai la liberté de la folie&lt;br /&gt;loving you&lt;br /&gt;de se sentir&lt;br /&gt;si la vôtre&lt;br /&gt;saberte de mine&lt;br /&gt;sans hésitation ni ombre&lt;br /&gt;Nous sommes les enfants du temps&lt;br /&gt;un moment donné, nous dévorer&lt;br /&gt;une éclipse sans ombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Mon amour&lt;br /&gt;J'ai trouvé avec vous&lt;br /&gt;que le sentiment magique&lt;br /&gt;appelle l'amour&lt;br /&gt;vous a donné une nouvelle cause&lt;br /&gt;pour les coups de mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime beaucoup afin&lt;br /&gt;nous souffrons&lt;br /&gt;obtenir et non pas par&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-4867867231396494919?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/4867867231396494919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/somos-hijos-del-tiempo-un-tiempo-que.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/4867867231396494919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/4867867231396494919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/08/somos-hijos-del-tiempo-un-tiempo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SnS8uhNF7fI/AAAAAAAAAQs/00ZvPkgZpnw/s72-c/Ale145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-3035435277228430949</id><published>2009-07-24T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:29:10.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CUENTO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SmpfNrAoQ4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/VE9zi_AfpPQ/s1600-h/RAM6SXN7385_ramo%2520novia%2520caida%2520con%2520gloriosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362202994826298242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SmpfNrAoQ4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/VE9zi_AfpPQ/s320/RAM6SXN7385_ramo%2520novia%2520caida%2520con%2520gloriosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EN EL ALTAR -FINAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el altar. Él la esperaba impaciente. Ella aún no llegaba, todos los invitados ya se encontraban en la iglesia. El novio enfundado en su impecable esmoquín, no paraba de andar y desandar, en el atrio. Se notaba su nerviosismo y emoción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las miradas cómplices de los padrinos, parecían tranquilizarlo. El padrino busco en el bolsillo las alianzas, se las muestra a modo de apaciguarlo, sin embargo no dejo de moverse, caminar alterado, ante una espera que le parecía interminable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La iglesia estaba iluminada, los candelabros fulgurantes, flores por doquier, una alfombra cubriendo de la entrada hasta el altar y el Cristo en su cruz, a pesar del feliz acontecimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suena el antiguo órgano, un coro recibe a la novia. Ella tiene la hermosura del Sol. Al fin ha llegado y con su llegada se aplaca el ansía. Se produce un silencio general y luego el murmullo de admiración ante tan magnifica aparición.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella entra del brazo de su hermano a cumplir su promesa, el novio la espera estremecido. No deja de observarla, parece que jamás llegara al altar. La ceremonia se ha iniciado y el rito sacramental esta por oficiarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta bellísima en su vestido blanco vaporoso que se ondea con la brisa, una tiara brilla en su cabeza y un hermoso ramo de delicadas rosas rojas en sus manos enguantadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella avanza radiante mientras sonríe, saluda a familiares y amigos. Apenas faltan unos pasos y estará en el altar, presta a cumplir la promesa de aquella boda soñada y anhelada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Él extiende su mano amorosamente, le sonríe y ella lo mira serena. Cuando de pronto en la otra mano reluce daga. Sin palabras, sin gestos ante la tribulación de los invitados, hunde el puñal en su níveo pecho. Ella lo mira sin sorpresa, tampoco emite sonido ante el dolor que la invade. Su bello vestido blanco se tiñe de rojo. Ella lo comprendío……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;IN THE ALTAR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the altar. He(it) was waiting for her impatiently. She(it) still(yet) was not coming, all the guests already were in the church. The boyfriend sheathed(stuffed) in his(her,your) impeccable esmoquín, was not stopping walking and retracing, in the porch. His(her,your) edginess and emotion was obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughtfull(cautious) accomplices of the godfathers, seemed to calm it. The godfather I look in the pocket for the alliances, one shows them like pacifying it, nevertheless it does not stop moving, walking altered, before a wait that seemed to her(him) to be endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church was illuminated, the shining(shattering) chandeliers, flowers all over(everywhere), a carpet covering of the entry up to the altar and the Christ in his(her,your) cross, in spite of the happy event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former organ sounds, a choir receives the girlfriend(fiancée). She(it) has the beauty of the Sol. To the end(purpose) it(he,she) has come and with his(her,your) arrival it is appeased longs. A general silence takes place(is produced) and then the ripple of admiration before so magnificent appearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It she(it) begins from the arm of his(her,your) brother to fulfill(expire) his(her,your) promise, the boyfriend the wait shaken. It(he,she) does not stop observing it, seems that it(he,she) was never coming to the altar. The ceremony has begun and the sacramental rite this one for be informing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most beautiful this one in his(her,your) white vaporous garment that swings with the breeze, a tiara shines in his(her,your) head and a beautiful branch(bouquet) of delicate red roses in his(her,your) hands with gloves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She(It) advances radiant while he(she) smiles, greets relatives and friends. Scarcely a few steps are absent and it(he,she) will be in the altar, it(he,she) is big enough to fulfilling the promise of that dreamed and longed wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He(It) extends his(her,your) hand loving, he(she) him(her) smiles and she(it) it looks at serenade. When suddenly in another hand dagger shines. Without words, without gestures before the tribulation of the guests, it(he,she) sinks(destroys) the dagger in his(her,your) snowy chest(breast). She(it) looks at it without surprise, it(he,she) does not also express(emit) sound before the pain that invades it. His(her,your) beautiful white garment dyes of red. She understands … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DANS L'AUTEL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans l'autel. Il l'attendait impatient. Elle n'arrivait pas toujours(encore), tous les hôtes se trouvaient déjà dans l'église. Le fiancé mis dans une housse dans son esmoquín impeccable, n'arrêtait pas de marcher et desandar, dans l'atrium. Sa nervosité et émotion se voyait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les complices circonspectes des parrains, semblaient le tranquilliser. Le parrain a cherché dans la poche les alliances, on les montre en manière de l'apaiser, cependant je ne cesse pas de me mouvoir, de marcher altéré, devant une attente qui lui semblait interminable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'église était illuminée, les candélabres fulgurants, les fleurs par doquier, un tapis en couvrant de l'entrée jusqu'à l'autel et le Christ dans sa croix, malgré l'événement heureux. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'organe ancien(antique) sonne, un choeur reçoit la fiancée. Elle a la beauté du Soleil. À la fin il est arrivé et avec son arrivée aplaca il(elle) convoite. Un silence général se produit et tout de suite le murmure d'admiration devant une apparition si magnifique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle commence du bras de son frère à accomplir sa promesse, le fiancé l'attente ébranlé. Il(elle) ne cesse pas de l'observer, il(elle) semble qu'il(elle) n'arrivera jamais à l'autel. La cérémonie s'est initiée et le rite sacramental cela pour être célébré. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle est très belle dans son vêtement(robe) blanc vaporeux qui est ondoyé par la brise, un tiara brille dans sa tête et une belle branche(bouquet) de roses délicates rouges à ses mains avec gants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle avance radiant tandis qu'il(elle) sourit, salue des familiers et des amis. À peine quelques pas manquent et il(elle) sera dans l'autel, il(elle) est utile à accomplir la promesse de cette noce rêvée et aspirée. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il étend sa main affectueusement, il(elle) il sourit et elle regarde une sérénade. Quand de tôt à l'autre main il(elle) reéclaire une dague. Sans des mots, sans des grimaces devant la tribulation des hôtes, il(elle) enfonce le poignard dans sa poitrine nivéenne. Elle le regarde sans surprise, n'émet pas non plus de son devant la douleur qui l'envahit. Son beau vêtement(robe) blanc est teint de rouge. Elle le comprend … … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-3035435277228430949?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/3035435277228430949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-el-altar-final-en-el-altar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/3035435277228430949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/3035435277228430949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-el-altar-final-en-el-altar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SmpfNrAoQ4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/VE9zi_AfpPQ/s72-c/RAM6SXN7385_ramo%2520novia%2520caida%2520con%2520gloriosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-5482162353207025768</id><published>2009-07-24T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:02:53.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CUENTO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/Smo70NT5V9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8J0Y3izvWCo/s1600-h/Boda_Claudio_035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362164074450343890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/Smo70NT5V9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8J0Y3izvWCo/s320/Boda_Claudio_035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;EN EL ALTAR-I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltan pocas horas para su boda, ella sabe que debe cambiarse maquillarse. Que debe acudir a la cita, la única forma que encontró para huir del escarnio.&lt;br /&gt;Piensa en la fiesta, en los invitados en la casa que con tanto esfuerzo armo su prometido. Ella siente millones de reparos, pero es la única opción posible continuar con esta locura, no ve otra alternativa.&lt;br /&gt;Vivir en un pueblo tan pequeño, es una desgracia y lo sabe.&lt;br /&gt;A pesar, de todo no ha podido evitar los encuentros amorosos con su hermano.&lt;br /&gt;Esa pasión desenfrenada de hacerse el amor, hasta caer exhaustos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lujuria y lascivia en que viven y producto de ello, ahora debe pagar las consecuencias y casarse con ese buen hombre a quien no ama.&lt;br /&gt;Emilia y Francisco, han sido amantes desde su pubertad. Siempre guardando discreción para no ser descubiertos por sus padres. Cuando estos murieron, ya nada importaba daban rienda suelta a sus instintos más salvajes.&lt;br /&gt;Algo sucedió y la única forma de solucionarlo, era casarse con Rafael.&lt;br /&gt;El la amaba desde siempre y desconocía el vínculo entre hermanos.&lt;br /&gt;Fue así que ambos, no encontraron otra alternativa viable que ese casamiento forzado. Los hermanos eran concientes, de la enorme mentira. Pero ella había quedado embarazada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que ellos desconocían es que, Rafael por un hecho fortuito los vio revolcándose en la cama, mientras gemían de placer.&lt;br /&gt;El futuro cuñado, jamás menciono el hecho, pero la furia y el asco acumulado lo carcomía.&lt;br /&gt;Ese día, tomo conciencia de ser el instrumento de salvación. Los hermanos sin duda buscaban atenuar el escándalo, si se conocía su relación incestuosa.&lt;br /&gt;Y sin saberlo, él era hubiera sido el chivo expiatorio, pero ahora conocía la verdad, una verdad, que mato su humanidad, su conciencia y lo sumió en el más profundo de los odios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fue sencillo para él, tomar esta decisión porque no era un asesino. Aparte el había estado profundamente enamorado. Pero ella, debía ser castigada por lo bajo de su traición.&lt;br /&gt;Verla entrar del brazo de su hermano, fue el detonante para no claudicar a su venganza. Al verlos entrar serenos, sin remordimientos. No hizo más que alimentar su furia, el odio acumulado desde aquel fatídico día, del descubrimiento. Con la misma sangre fría, extendió su mano amorosamente y con la otra le inserto la daga en el corazón sin piedad. No fue una sorpresa para ella. El sintió el alivio de hacer justicia, cuando asesino a esa infame mujer. Mientras pensaba: Lástima que fuera tan pu…ta, porque en verdad la amaba.&lt;br /&gt;Los gritos de estupor, se elevaron al infinito….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;IN THE ALTAR-I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours(o'clock) are absent for his(her,your) wedding, she(it) knows that she(it) must change make up. That must come to the appointment, the only(unique) form that he(she) found to flee of the scorn. He(she) thinks about the holiday(party), about the guests about the house that with so much effort I arm(assemble) his(her,your) promised one. She feels million objections, but it is the only(unique) option possible to continue with this madness, does not see another alternative. To live in such a small people(village), it is a misfortune and knows it. To weighing, of everything he(she) could not have avoided the loving meetings with his(her,your) brother. This wild passion for the love being done, up to falling down exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lust and lasciviousness in which they live and product of it, now must pay the consequences and marry this good man whom it(he,she) does not love. Emilia and Francisco, have been lovers from his(her,your) puberty. Always guarding discretion not to be discovered by his(her,your) parents. These when they died, already nothing was mattering they were giving free rein to his(her,your) wilder instincts. Something happened and the only(unique) way of solving it, it(he,she) was to marry Rafael. It(he,she) loved her from always and was not knowing the link between(among) brothers. It was so both, they did not find another viable alternative that this forced marriage. The brothers were concientes, of the enormous lie. But she had remained a pregnant woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they were not knowing is that, Rafael for a fortuitous fact saw rolling about in the bed, while they were moaning of pleasure. The future brother-in-law, I never mention the fact, but the fury and the accumulated disgust was eating away it. This day, volume arouses of being the instrument of salvation. The brothers undoubtedly were seeking to attenuate the scandal, if his(her,your) incestuous relation was known. And without knowing it, he(it) was he had been the scapegoat, but now it(he,she) knew the truth, a truth, which I kill his(her,your) humanity, his(her,your) conscience and it(he,she) plunged it in the deepest of the hatreds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It(He) was not simple for him(it), to take this decision because he was not an assassin. Apart it(he) had been deeply in love. But she(it), it(she) must be punished for the low of his(her,your) perfidy. To see her to enter of the arm of his(her,your) brother, it was the explosive one not to act deceitfully to his(her,your) revenge. On having seen them to enter serene, without remorses. It(he,she) did not do any more that to there feed his(her,your) fury, the hatred accumulated from that fatidical day, on the discovery. With the same cold blood, it(he,she) extended his(her,your) hand loving and with other one I insert the dagger in the heart mercilessly. It was not a surprise for her(it). He(she) felt the relief of doing justice, when I murder this infamous woman. While he(she) was thinking: A Pity that was so prostitute, because really it(he,she) loved her. The shouts of stupor, they rose up to the infinite …. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DANS l'ALTAR-I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peu d'heures manquent pour sa noce, elle sait qu'elle doit se changer se maquiller. Qui doit se présenter au rendez-vous, la forme unique qu'il(elle) a trouvée pour fuir de la moquerie. Il(elle) pense à la fête, aux hôtes à la maison que de tant d'effort son promis a armée. Elle sent des millions d'objections, mais c'est l'option unique possible continuer avec cette folie, elle ne voit pas une autre alternative. Vivre dans un si petit peuple(village), c'est un malheur et le sait. À peser, de tout il(elle) n'a pas pu éviter les rencontres tendres avec son frère. Cette passion effrénée de lui(eux) faire l'amour, jusqu'à tomber épuisés. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luxure et la lascivité dans laquelle ils(elles) vivent et un produit de cela, maintenant il(elle) doit payer les conséquences et se marier avec ce bon homme qu'il(elle) n'aime pas. Emilia et Francisco, ont été amoureux depuis sa puberté. Toujours en gardant une discrétion pour n'être pas découvert par ses parents. Quand ceux-ci sont morts, rien n'importait déjà ils(elles) donnaient une rêne libre à ses instincts les plus sauvages. Quelque chose a succédé(arrivé) et la forme unique de le résoudre, était de se marier avec Raphaël. Il(elle) l'aimait depuis toujours et ignorait le lien entre des frères. Il est été donc les deux, ils(elles) n'ont pas trouvé une autre alternative viable que ce mariage forcé. Les frères étaient concientes, de l'énorme mensonge. Mais elle était restée enceinte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce qu'ils ignoraient consiste en ce que, Raphaël par un fait fortuit les a vus revolcándose dans le lit, tandis que gemían de plaire. Le beau-frère futur, n'a jamais mentionné le fait, mais la furie et le dégoût accumulé le corrodait. Ce jour, un tome fait prendre conscience d'être l'instrument de salut. Les frères cherchaient sans doute atténuer le scandale, si sa relation incestueuse était connue. Et sans le savoir, il était c'était le chevreau expiatoire, mais maintenant il(elle) connaissait la vérité, une vérité, qui a tué son humanité, sa conscience et il(elle) l'a plongé dans la plus profonde de la haine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il n'a pas été simple pour lui, prendre cette décision parce qu'il n'était pas un assassin. À part il avait profondément été amoureux. Mais elle, elle devait être punie par le bas de sa trahison. La voir entrer du bras de son frère, c'était le détonant pour ne pas boiter à sa vengeance. Après eux avoir vu entrer sereins, sans des remords. Il(elle) n'a plus fait qu'alimenter sa furie, la haine accumulée depuis ce jour fatidique, de la découverte. Avec le même sang froid, il(elle) a étendu sa main affectueusement et avec l'autre il(elle) a inséré la dague dans le coeur sans pitié. Ce n'a pas été une surprise pour elle. Il(elle) a senti le soulagement de faire une justice, quand j'assassine cette femme infâme. En attendant il(elle) pensait : la Pitié qui était si une pute, parce que dans une vérité il(elle) l'aimait. Les cris de stupeur, ils(elles) se sont élevés à l'infini …. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5482162353207025768?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/5482162353207025768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-el-altar-i-faltan-pocas-horas-para.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5482162353207025768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796548591895471600/posts/default/5482162353207025768'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-5403673343257864306</id><published>2009-07-05T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:23:48.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS ROMANTICOS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SlFuFXmpfGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/C6VP9HrXaj0/s1600-h/sonando1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SlFuFXmpfGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/C6VP9HrXaj0/s1600-h/sonando1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355182470434749538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SlFuFXmpfGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/C6VP9HrXaj0/s320/sonando1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SlFuFXmpfGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/C6VP9HrXaj0/s1600-h/sonando1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SlFuFXmpfGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/C6VP9HrXaj0/s1600-h/sonando1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/SlFuFXmpfGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/C6VP9HrXaj0/s1600-h/sonando1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;SIGNIFICAS AMOR&lt;br /&gt;Y aún te espero&lt;br /&gt;a la vera de este mar avasallante&lt;br /&gt;de este mar azul profundo&lt;br /&gt;mar de sal&lt;br /&gt;mar de tempestades&lt;br /&gt;mar calmo&lt;br /&gt;mar de vida&lt;br /&gt;inmensidad marina&lt;br /&gt;perdida en tu horizonte&lt;br /&gt;donde mar y cielo se confunden&lt;br /&gt;donde tus aguas me lamen&lt;br /&gt;tus olas me envuelven&lt;br /&gt;me abrazan con firmeza&lt;br /&gt;me besan impacientes&lt;br /&gt;salitres aguas rugientes&lt;br /&gt;acompañan tu canto y mi canto&lt;br /&gt;de enamorada inmortal&lt;br /&gt;kilómetros he recorrido como ría&lt;br /&gt;como río caudaloso&lt;br /&gt;para rendirme a tu oleaje&lt;br /&gt;y anegarme en tu rugido&lt;br /&gt;que significa amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bgsound src="http://www.goear.com/files/sst3/51bc8d9c22bbfe16dd54391614597462.mp3"autostart="true"loop="infinite"&gt;&lt;/bgsound&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;MEANS LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet you expect&lt;br /&gt;to see this sea of overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;This deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;sea salt&lt;br /&gt;Sea storm&lt;br /&gt;calm sea&lt;br /&gt;Sea Life&lt;br /&gt;vast marine&lt;br /&gt;Lost your horizon&lt;br /&gt;where sea and sky merge&lt;br /&gt;lick me where your water&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped your waves&lt;br /&gt;I strongly embrace&lt;br /&gt;kiss me impatient&lt;br /&gt;salty waters roaring&lt;br /&gt;accompany your song and my song&lt;br /&gt;of immortal love&lt;br /&gt;miles traveled as I would&lt;br /&gt;as a mighty river&lt;br /&gt;to give up your waves&lt;br /&gt;and swamping your roar&lt;br /&gt;that means love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;MOYENS D'AMOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et pourtant, vous vous attendez&lt;br /&gt;de voir cette immense mer de&lt;br /&gt;Cette mer d'un bleu profond&lt;br /&gt;sel de mer&lt;br /&gt;Mer tempête&lt;br /&gt;mer calme&lt;br /&gt;Sea Life&lt;br /&gt;vaste marine&lt;br /&gt;Perdu votre horizon&lt;br /&gt;où la mer et le ciel de fusion&lt;br /&gt;lick-moi où l'eau de votre&lt;br /&gt;J'ai enveloppé vos ondes&lt;br /&gt;Je suis fermement embrasser&lt;br /&gt;kiss me impatient&lt;br /&gt;eaux salées rugissante&lt;br /&gt;accompagner votre chanson et ma chanson&lt;br /&gt;immortel de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;miles parcourus que je ne&lt;br /&gt;comme un fleuve&lt;br /&gt;de renoncer à votre ondes&lt;br /&gt;et l'envahissement de votre rugissement&lt;br /&gt;cela signifie que l'amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796548591895471600-5403673343257864306?l=alejandra-arques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alejandra-arques.blogspot.com/feeds/5403673343257864306/comments/default' title='Enviar 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548591895471600.post-3832245230260716359</id><published>2009-07-04T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:03:31.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMAS DE TRISTEZA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/Sk-K3tl1RoI/AAAAAAAAAP0/PzgDqOi1mm0/s1600-h/82258n8oigiuqtq.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354651171702523522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxA6bF9PlV0/Sk-K3tl1RoI/AAAAAAAAAP0/PzgDqOi1mm0/s320/82258n8oigiuqtq.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;NO HAY ANTIDOTO  PARA MI TRISTEZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copiosa lluvia golpeas&lt;br /&gt;fracturas el silencio de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;corroes los laberintos más íntimos&lt;br /&gt;mirada desteñida mientras pasan las horas&lt;br /&gt;las veo pasar lentas como un cortejo fúnebre&lt;br /&gt;aprisionada entre cuatro paredes grises&lt;br /&gt;inmutables y frías como lápidas&lt;br /&gt;tiemblo de silencio y de frío&lt;br /&gt;un frío tan intenso que me escarcha&lt;br /&gt;tomo conciencia que ya ni la soledad me abriga&lt;br /&gt;avanza el vacío hostigándome&lt;br /&gt;llenando todos mis espacios de afonía&lt;br /&gt;se aglomeran los pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;como hienas furiosas y hambrientas&lt;br /&gt;la desesperación clava sus fauces&lt;br /&gt;saqueándome en cada mordedura….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depredadora la tristeza teje redes de seda y de caza&lt;br /&gt;como una araña acecha&lt;br /&gt;las patas extendidas en la entramada telaraña&lt;br /&gt;capta mis vibraciones de angustia&lt;br /&gt;caigo presa de sus filamentos de seda&lt;br /&gt;enredándome y pegoteándome&lt;br /&gt;hasta dejarme indefensa&lt;br /&gt;inyectas tu veneno de miedo&lt;br /&gt;paralizándome&lt;br /&gt;inmóvil envuelta en un capullo&lt;br /&gt;siento como te alimentas de mí desamparo&lt;br /&gt;quisiera despegarme de tu abrazo&lt;br /&gt;me comprimes desmadejándome&lt;br /&gt;convulsiono en un intento por no ser devorada&lt;br /&gt;pero nada detiene tu voracidad insaciable&lt;br /&gt;nutrida de mi tristeza vives en mi silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copiosa lluvia me sacudes&lt;br /&gt;lluvia eres mi antídoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO SADNESS FOR MY ANTIDOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copious rain hit&lt;br /&gt;fractures the silence of my soul&lt;br /&gt;run mazes more intimate&lt;br /&gt;look faded as time passed&lt;br /&gt;I see as a slow moving funeral procession&lt;br /&gt;imprisoned within four walls gray&lt;br /&gt;immutable and cold as stone&lt;br /&gt;tremble of silence and cold&lt;br /&gt;a cold so intense that I frost&lt;br /&gt;became aware that I harbored no loneliness&lt;br /&gt;advanced vacuum harassing&lt;br /&gt;filling up all my space afonía&lt;br /&gt;agglomerating thoughts&lt;br /&gt;as angry and hungry hyenas&lt;br /&gt;despair plunges his jaws&lt;br /&gt;looted in every bite ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predatory sadness woven silk nets and hunting&lt;br /&gt;like a spider lurks&lt;br /&gt;legs spread out in the web network&lt;br /&gt;Vibration captures my anguish&lt;br /&gt;I fall prey to its filament silk&lt;br /&gt;tangled and pegoteándome&lt;br /&gt;to leave me helpless&lt;br /&gt;inject your poison of fear&lt;br /&gt;paralyzing&lt;br /&gt;motionless, wrapped in a cocoon&lt;br /&gt;feel like you feed me desamparo&lt;br /&gt;I want away from your hug&lt;br /&gt;I compressed sprawling&lt;br /&gt;convulsions in an attempt not to be eaten&lt;br /&gt;but nothing stops your insatiable greed&lt;br /&gt;well my sadness in my quiet living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copious rain shake me&lt;br /&gt;rain are my antidote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;NO SADNESS DE MON ANTIDOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copieux pluie a frappé&lt;br /&gt;fractures le silence de mon âme&lt;br /&gt;exécuter des labyrinthes plus intime&lt;br /&gt;chercher le signal s'est évanoui avec le temps&lt;br /&gt;Je vois comme un lent cortège funèbre&lt;br /&gt;emprisonné entre quatre murs gris&lt;br /&gt;immuable et froide comme la pierre&lt;br /&gt;trembler de froid et de silence&lt;br /&gt;un froid si intense que je le gel&lt;br /&gt;ont pris conscience que je ne abritait la solitude&lt;br /&gt;avancée vide de harcèlement&lt;br /&gt;remplir tout mon espace afonía&lt;br /&gt;agglomération pensées&lt;br /&gt;comme la colère et la faim des hyènes&lt;br /&gt;désespoir plonge ses mâchoires&lt;br /&gt;pillés dans chaque bouchée ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predatory tristesse filets tissés de soie et de la chasse&lt;br /&gt;comme une araignée, se cache&lt;br /&gt;jambes répartis dans le réseau Internet&lt;br /&gt;Capte les vibrations de mon angoisse&lt;br /&gt;Je la proie de ses filaments de soie&lt;br /&gt;enchevêtrés et pegoteándome&lt;br /&gt;de me laisser impuissants&lt;br /&gt;injecter votre poison de la peur&lt;br /&gt;paralysante&lt;br /&gt;immobile, enveloppée dans un cocon&lt;br /&gt;l'impression que vous me nourrir desamparo&lt;br /&gt;Je veux pas de votre hug&lt;br /&gt;Je comprimé tentaculaire&lt;br /&gt;convulsions dans une tentative de ne pas être mangé&lt;br /&gt;mais rien ne s'arrête votre insatiable avidité&lt;br /&gt;et ma tristesse dans ma vie tranquille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copieux me serrer la pluie&lt;br /&gt;pluie sont mes antidote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SALVAJE SELVA DE LOS CONDENADOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvaje selva, fuerte y áspera&lt;br /&gt;vía crucis depara internarse en ella &lt;br /&gt;da pavor y la mirada regresa  al ayer&lt;br /&gt;todos los pecados me persiguen&lt;br /&gt;me impulsan a entrar en ella&lt;br /&gt;un grito aterrado huérfano a su suerte librado&lt;br /&gt;consuelo único a este destierro forzado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selva oscura inhóspita&lt;br /&gt;llena de peligros y miedos enraizados…&lt;br /&gt;evoco el ayer tan cercano&lt;br /&gt;el modo que podría haber controlado mi inconciencia&lt;br /&gt;el remordimiento me devora&lt;br /&gt;clonación de aquel dolor ancestral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fieras rugientes y hambrientas danzan insaciables&lt;br /&gt;me acechan, rodean amenazantes&lt;br /&gt;me atenaza el miedo y un temblor imparable&lt;br /&gt;extraviada en este violento exilio&lt;br /&gt;ni la muerte se compara, a esta agonía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferocidad desmedida, corazón insensible, inválido&lt;br /&gt;bloqueado a pulsar,  enterrador del perdón&lt;br /&gt;un perdón sincero que pudiera salvarme  &lt;br /&gt;mi esperanza  se extingue en la oquedad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentellada de feroz tu silencio; Dios….&lt;br /&gt;vivo en tinieblas  condenada&lt;br /&gt;persigo tu sombra a la intemperie,&lt;br /&gt;buscando el destello lumínico de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;vestida de luto&lt;br /&gt;desgarrados los pies&lt;br /&gt;atenazadas mis manos de indiferencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que no puedes verme,&lt;br /&gt;que no quieres mirarme, ni sentir  mis suplicas&lt;br /&gt;ya no espero nada, ni ruego piedad&lt;br /&gt;llego a las ruinas del Infierno donde me impulse&lt;br /&gt;donde me llevo el destino, mis desatinos, los enconos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!. Selva de suicidas&lt;br /&gt;cascada de agua tinta de sangre vertida por inocentes corderos&lt;br /&gt;desangrados corderos, fétido manantial carmesí&lt;br /&gt;en su oscura y hedionda orilla&lt;br /&gt;emerge una muralla de calaveras y huesos&lt;br /&gt;de otros ímprobos antes que yo arribaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancerbero de la ciudad de “Dite”&lt;br /&gt;abre tu puerta quiero pasar…&lt;br /&gt;chirrían los goznes oxidados&lt;br /&gt;tres fauces complacidas dice
