tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86727014344843323232012-02-11T06:14:00.931-04:00UN ESPACIO PARA EL ARTE Y TODAS SUS EXPRESIONESCarmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comBlogger1671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-1712028988282505892012-02-11T05:54:00.012-04:002012-02-11T06:14:00.938-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XW3GluZ0nc/TzY_J2jTLQI/AAAAAAAAF3I/ZJlSrMEBUuk/s1600/Jeff%2BSimpson%2B%2B%2BChocolate%2Bby%2Bjeff%2Bsimpson.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XW3GluZ0nc/TzY_J2jTLQI/AAAAAAAAF3I/ZJlSrMEBUuk/s400/Jeff%2BSimpson%2B%2B%2BChocolate%2Bby%2Bjeff%2Bsimpson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707819016233626882" border="0" /></a><br />Jeff Simpson<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hará un mes aproximadamente,<br /><br />apareció tu cara de rufián pendenciero<br /><br />en mi paraguas.<br /><br />¡Qué estupidez!<br /><br />Sí, como una de esas figuras modernas<br /><br />que se imprimen en las camisetas, ¿sabes, no?<br /><br />Vamos, la foto del hijo, del primo,<br /><br />del nieto, de Brat Pitt…<br /><br />¿Qué hace tu cara de soberbio soplagaitas<br /><br />en la ladera de mi paraguas negro?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BuH8TiIm9Dw/TzY-5DLMKCI/AAAAAAAAF28/Gr90hXswu_U/s1600/August%2BMacke.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BuH8TiIm9Dw/TzY-5DLMKCI/AAAAAAAAF28/Gr90hXswu_U/s400/August%2BMacke.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707818727564388386" border="0" /></a><br />August Macke<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />¡Qué original! ¿Quién es?<br /><br />preguntaban mis compañeras<br /><br />de aerobic de por las tardes.<br /><br />El de “Perdidos” contestaba yo,<br /><br />con los dientes apretados de rabia.<br /><br />Vaya, conseguía aplacarlas con mi respuesta,<br /><br />aunque me miraban torvas, incrédulas,<br /><br />fastidiadas , ¿envidiosas?<br /><br />Y tu puñetera cara,<br /><br />ahí, dibujada.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jFotCAKA3x4/TzY-rIIZJwI/AAAAAAAAF2w/yklw7myr7CY/s1600/Childe%2BHassam.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jFotCAKA3x4/TzY-rIIZJwI/AAAAAAAAF2w/yklw7myr7CY/s400/Childe%2BHassam.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707818488376665858" border="0" /></a><br />Childe Hassam<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Y yo farfullando sola por las calles,<br /><br />tan empapada<br /><br />que me daban ganas de recitar<br /><br />la égloga de las grandes lluvias<br /><br />de Juan del Encina, y<br /><br />lo que me faltaba , tu cara<br /><br />ahí encima, vigilándome.<br /><br />Y me consolaba:<br /><br />“Pronto desaparecerá”<br /><br />¡Pero qué va!<br /><br />Hasta para salir de mi paraguas<br /><br />eres un mostrenco ladino.<br /><br />¡Ente desgraciado!<br /><br />¡Fantasma!<br /><br />¡Cara de Bélmez!<br /><br />¡Bélmez de la Moraleda!<br /><br />¡Aparecido, triste!<br /><br />¡Tozudo!<br /><br />¡Bórrate!<br /><br />La lluvia cayendo y tú ahí,<br /><br />Obstinado, pegado.<br /><br />Y tú:<br /><br />“¡que nones!”<br /><br />Abriendo la bocota de capitán<br /><br />de barco vestido de domingo<br /><br />en Panamá,<br /><br />que bien sabe Jack Lemon que no tiene mar.,<br /><br />y deleitándote en el agua de la lluvia,<br /><br />bebiendo,<br /><br />bebiendo,<br /><br />¡Cómo te agrandas!:<br /><br />¡gordo!<br /><br />¡cara de gordo!<br /><br />¡Asqueroso!<br /><br />Y tienes encima la desfachatez<br /><br />de hablar con la gente,<br /><br />de aparecerte,<br /><br />aparecido,<br /><br />figurón,<br /><br />cadenoso,<br /><br />chirriante,<br /><br />cara de Bélmez,<br /><br />para pedirles por favor<br /><br />que me salgan a buscar<br /><br />cuando me olvido del paraguas<br /><br />en los bares, en el trabajo<br /><br />y en el centro cultural<br /><br />donde voy a clase de aerobic.<br /><br />¡Desgraciado!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-47j6pmVatXo/TzY-ZG6R-4I/AAAAAAAAF2k/To0SV9prlr8/s1600/Francis%2BBacon.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-47j6pmVatXo/TzY-ZG6R-4I/AAAAAAAAF2k/To0SV9prlr8/s400/Francis%2BBacon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707818178811394946" border="0" /></a><br />Francis Bacon<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Atente a las consecuencias,<br /><br />adimensional criatura,<br /><br />deja de hacerte el parapsicólogo,<br /><br />deja de proyectarte sobre mi paraguas,<br /><br />ésta es la última vez que te lo digo,<br /><br />¡Desaparece ya<br /><br />maldito seas<br /><br />una vez más!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uzbWU0kJYUk/TzY-LrOK1sI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/qCr9FMrDMAE/s1600/Lee-Anne%2BRaymond.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uzbWU0kJYUk/TzY-LrOK1sI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/qCr9FMrDMAE/s400/Lee-Anne%2BRaymond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707817948040320706" border="0" /></a><br />Lee-Anne Raymond<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Si no desapareces<br /><br />tendré que cumplir mis amenazas,<br /><br />y te haré un conjuro<br /><br />y te disolverás en témperas<br /><br />de lágrimas y<br /><br />quién sabe qué será de ti entonces,<br /><br />o te adherirás a una amapola<br /><br />que ve pasar algún entierro,<br /><br />y ¿cuál sería tu esencia? ¡Oh!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZQ4sFlrxJo/TzY99SIwwHI/AAAAAAAAF2M/OPNgHWhPAvM/s1600/Lee-Anne%2BRaymond%2B2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZQ4sFlrxJo/TzY99SIwwHI/AAAAAAAAF2M/OPNgHWhPAvM/s400/Lee-Anne%2BRaymond%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707817700788584562" border="0" /></a><br />Lee-Anne Raymond<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Está bien,<br /><br />entendámonos,<br /><br />negociemos.<br /><br />Haz el favor de no estar mañana cuando<br /><br />coja el paraguas por la mañana,<br /><br />¿es que hay algo pendiente<br /><br />entre tú y yo?<br /><br />Deja de encadenarme,<br /><br />eres tú el fantasmón,<br /><br />Canterville de las narices,<br /><br />¡Fuera!<br /><br />Mira<br /><br />que no es un farol,<br /><br />te haré un conjuro,<br /><br />te lo juro;<br /><br />sí, claro que seré capaz.<br /><br />Ah, ¿sabes qué? tengo una amiga<br /><br />¿te has enterado?<br /><br />Una hechicera.<br /><br />¿Y sabes que más, cataplasma?<br /><br />Que estamos<br /><br />bajo el influjo astral,<br /><br />para que te enteres,<br /><br />Que en este momento,<br /><br />¿te enteras, triste?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh4iNJ1v01E/TzY9tULswsI/AAAAAAAAF2A/CQkL-IAdoUs/s1600/Paul%2BRoberts.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh4iNJ1v01E/TzY9tULswsI/AAAAAAAAF2A/CQkL-IAdoUs/s400/Paul%2BRoberts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707817426459869890" border="0" /></a><br />Paul Roberts<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Júpiter y Venus se están amando<br /><br />en la<br /><br />Casa de Piscis.<br /><br />¡Ja! ¿Y ahora qué?<br /><br />Se lo diré,<br /><br />te lo juro,<br /><br />se lo diré a CLST.<br /><br />Deja de crecer y no invadas los paragüeros,<br /><br />egocéntrico absurdo,<br /><br />invasor de paragüeros,<br /><br />Cara de Bélmez.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_63tKIgetgg/TzY9X4M_d5I/AAAAAAAAF14/hpcQDC5x5qw/s1600/Robert%2BDelaunay.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_63tKIgetgg/TzY9X4M_d5I/AAAAAAAAF14/hpcQDC5x5qw/s400/Robert%2BDelaunay.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707817058171844498" border="0" /></a><br />Robert Delaunay<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Desaparece<br /><br />o….<br /><br />…<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p85c6ZerHe0/TzY9Jok_95I/AAAAAAAAF1o/f5wkII2QivI/s1600/CHERYLENE%2B%2BDYER.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p85c6ZerHe0/TzY9Jok_95I/AAAAAAAAF1o/f5wkII2QivI/s400/CHERYLENE%2B%2BDYER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707816813459404690" border="0" /></a><br />CHERYLENE - DYER<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tendré que comprar<br /><br />otro paraguas,<br /><br />y me acordaré de la chinita<br /><br />que me vendió éste un día<br /><br />en la Plaza Mayor,<br /><br />y de que me costó 3 euros<br /><br />y de la caja de caramelos de mora<br /><br />que me compré después<br /><br />y de tu cara al verme<br /><br />y de tu abrigo de ese día<br /><br />y de cómo te alegraste<br /><br />al verme llegar con el paraguas<br /><br />y de…<br /><br />Ahora comprendes por qué te lo pido,<br /><br />Sabes que me lo debes:<br /><br />¡Desaparece!<br /><br />¡Dilúyete!<br /><br />Vete rodando,<br /><br />Como si yo no hubiera comprado<br /><br />el paraguas ese día<br /><br />y como si tú no me hubieras esperado,<br /><br />como si no me hubieras sonreído<br /><br />y me hubieras sacudido<br /><br />el agua del pelo,<br /><br />asustado,<br /><br />y hubieras temblado<br /><br />y yo me hubiera estremecido<br /><br />y yo hubiera leído<br /><br />las líneas de tu mano…<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjpJH1zWwFI/TzY87FdwBpI/AAAAAAAAF1c/N98ERB7DaFc/s1600/angel%2Bstudy%2BCHERYLENE%2B%2BDYER.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjpJH1zWwFI/TzY87FdwBpI/AAAAAAAAF1c/N98ERB7DaFc/s400/angel%2Bstudy%2BCHERYLENE%2B%2BDYER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707816563515590290" border="0" /></a><br />CHERYLENE - DYER<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Y ambos nos hubiéramos<br /><br />convertido en esa lluvia,<br /><br />que ahora<br /><br />está cayendo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh4Pcrmoeu0/TzY8ntvRk3I/AAAAAAAAF1Q/JSDZU6Nv7BY/s1600/Sas%2BChristian.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh4Pcrmoeu0/TzY8ntvRk3I/AAAAAAAAF1Q/JSDZU6Nv7BY/s400/Sas%2BChristian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707816230729126770" border="0" /></a><br />Sas Christian</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-171202898828250589?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-68923038392357120912012-02-07T03:42:00.004-04:002012-02-07T03:54:07.973-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw60V-pHoCs/TzDYU6D2mcI/AAAAAAAAF1E/2bOZcwFIA98/s1600/Rembrandt_Harmensz._van_Rijn_026.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw60V-pHoCs/TzDYU6D2mcI/AAAAAAAAF1E/2bOZcwFIA98/s400/Rembrandt_Harmensz._van_Rijn_026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706298581572819394" border="0" /></a><br />Rembrandt<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />LAS ALMAS GALLEGA<br /><br /><br /><br />En una habitación una mujer en la cama le habla a un hombre que se sienta en una silla a su lado a llamar por teléfono.<br /><br />M.-Está en mi bolso.<br />H.-Sí, sí, ya lo veo.<br /><br />(POR TELÉFONO) Hola, buenas noches. Sí, es para una urgencia, mi mujer tiene fiebre, está en la cama, sí, posiblemente procede de un resfriado .... nº 28/00364221.<br /><br />Suena el timbre, el hombre hace pasar al médico con maletín a su habitación.<br /><br />Doctor.-Vamos a ver, señora, saque la lengua, diga 33. (Le quita el termómetro). Pero bueno, señora, ¿qué ha hecho usted para tener tanta fiebre?<br /><br />La señora (con voz apenas audible).-Pues no sé, usted perdone.<br /><br />D.-Es que esto no es normal.<br />H.-Oiga, no la regañe usted a mi mujer, pobrecilla.<br />D.-Pues que no tenga tanta fiebre.<br />M.-Yo...<br />D.-Usted se calla.<br />H.-¡Pero, oiga!<br /><br />El doctor le da a la mujer un sobre diluido en agua y escribe una receta.<br />D.-Tómese esto cada 3 horas, cómprelo cuando se le acabe esta caja.<br />(Le deja una caja en la mesilla).<br />Y a ver si mejora usted mujer, ¡qué horror¡, 30 años de servicio para<br />encontrar estas piltrafas.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7d6_ma5DHNA/TzDXpBl_5SI/AAAAAAAAF04/Re31d7EtLa8/s1600/4DPictEdgar%2BDegas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7d6_ma5DHNA/TzDXpBl_5SI/AAAAAAAAF04/Re31d7EtLa8/s400/4DPictEdgar%2BDegas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706297827680838946" border="0" /></a><br />Edouard Vuillard<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />TRES MESES DESPUÉS<br /><br />La misma pareja en la consulta de un psicólogo.<br /><br />P.-¿Y por qué vienen ustedes a verme?<br />H.-Porque mi mujer no deja de hablar en gallego.<br />P.-Bueno, y si es gallega...<br />M.-No, si yo no soy gallega. (Siempre hablando en gallego).<br />P.-¿Y entonces?<br />H.-Todo empezó por curar un trancazo.<br />M.-Bueno, vino un doctor horrible a verme a casa, casi me maltrata, ¿sabe usted? Y entonces<br />H.-(Interrumpiéndola) Ah, ya, ustedes son de los que van de médico en médico provocando y echando la culpa a mis colegas, ¿eh?<br />M.-¡Pero no!, si es que cuando me tomé el sobre...<br />P.-¿Qué sobre ni qué sobre?, y ahora querrá una baja por depresión ¿no? Y después ¡hala! A criticar a la seguridad social.<br />H.-Pero bueno, oiga, se trata de hacer una terapia para que mi mujer deje de hablar en gallego.<br />P.-¿Y qué tiene usted en contra de los gallegos?<br />H.-Yo nada.<br />M.-¡Pobriño!<br />P.-(Se levanta y obliga al marido a salir) Déjeme hablar con su mujer a solas.<br /><br />P.-(Dirigiéndose ya solos a la mujer)¿Usted quiere curarse?<br />M.-Pues claro.<br />P.-Está bien, está bien. Ahora, ponga la mano sobre la mesa.<br />La mujer extiende la mano sobre la mesa y el psicólogo le da con un palo que ha sacado de la cajonera.<br />P.-¡Hala! Y ahora a otro médico a criticarme.<br /><br />LA MISMA PAREJA TIEMPO DESPUÉS CON UN GRUPO DE AMIGOS<br /><br />Amigo.- (Dirigiéndose al hombre) ¿Y así está tu mujer todos los viernes? ¿Cantando canciones de Bob Dylan?<br />H.-¡Cómo te lo digo! Y después, ¡venga! A hablar en gallego.<br /><br />La mujer termina de cantar Mr. Tambourine y entonces se dirige al amigo con acento gallego.<br /><br />M.-¿Y tu mujer? ¿Cómo está? ¿Sigue escayoladiña?<br /><br />Amigo.-¡Qué va!, después de ver al traumatólogo ha ingresado en el circo de trapecista.<br /><br />La mujer sigue cantando: How many times.....<br /><br /><br />Firmado, Elena Pascual<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cl92btJY4Q0/TzDWjbgEdBI/AAAAAAAAF0s/3ou49I1rKxc/s1600/Edgar%2BDegas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cl92btJY4Q0/TzDWjbgEdBI/AAAAAAAAF0s/3ou49I1rKxc/s400/Edgar%2BDegas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706296632044450834" border="0" /></a><br />Edgar Degas<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-6892303839235712091?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-91990146867248864992012-01-31T08:54:00.012-04:002012-01-31T09:16:10.113-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQlCvipOt0A/TyfpHTCL9wI/AAAAAAAAF0g/ycXkhaMRYMo/s1600/felix-vallotton.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQlCvipOt0A/TyfpHTCL9wI/AAAAAAAAF0g/ycXkhaMRYMo/s400/felix-vallotton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703783764665825026" border="0" /></a><br />Felix Vallotton<br /><br /><br /> * El otoño deja atrás tantas cosas<br /> * los árboles lo eligen para despojarse<br /> * y volverse línea,<br /> * red,<br /> * circulación pura<br /> * para llegar al invierno transformados<br /> * en ríos de fibra que desembocan en la tierra<br /> * y así unirse con su oscura mitad subterránea.<br /> * El otoño desestima el color verde<br /> * y transforma a los árboles en antenas<br /> * que cargan de energía a la batería del mundo<br /> * en los meses de silencio.<br /><br /><br />Carlos Ardohain<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kXz0CfZ-20/Tyfoi0hgniI/AAAAAAAAF0U/QyH0cFawxqA/s1600/4DPict%2BFrantisek%2BKupka.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kXz0CfZ-20/Tyfoi0hgniI/AAAAAAAAF0U/QyH0cFawxqA/s400/4DPict%2BFrantisek%2BKupka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703783138000412194" border="0" /></a><br />Frantisek Kupka<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2R3XR0Us0M/TyfoIFCh2hI/AAAAAAAAF0I/y1eiTN3yQ1s/s1600/4DPict%2BEmil%2BNolde%2Boto%25C3%25B1o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2R3XR0Us0M/TyfoIFCh2hI/AAAAAAAAF0I/y1eiTN3yQ1s/s400/4DPict%2BEmil%2BNolde%2Boto%25C3%25B1o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703782678577404434" border="0" /></a><br />Emil Nolde<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MRQg36X388/TyfnxVVzY5I/AAAAAAAAFz8/zAx0ornNPsM/s1600/Alexander%2BYoung%2BJackson.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MRQg36X388/TyfnxVVzY5I/AAAAAAAAFz8/zAx0ornNPsM/s400/Alexander%2BYoung%2BJackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703782287816221586" border="0" /></a><br />Alexander Young Jackson<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfnzXDQ8AT8/TyfnUj0c0SI/AAAAAAAAFzw/3VMO5rDeDaU/s1600/4DPict%2BKarl%2BSchmidt-Rottluff%2Boto%25C3%25B1o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfnzXDQ8AT8/TyfnUj0c0SI/AAAAAAAAFzw/3VMO5rDeDaU/s400/4DPict%2BKarl%2BSchmidt-Rottluff%2Boto%25C3%25B1o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703781793486655778" border="0" /></a><br />Karl Schmidt-Rottluff<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwwPqmqohNI/TyfnDI_PY2I/AAAAAAAAFzk/F-KUrVKUrQM/s1600/4DPict%2BManuel%2Bdel%2BR%25C3%25ADo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwwPqmqohNI/TyfnDI_PY2I/AAAAAAAAFzk/F-KUrVKUrQM/s400/4DPict%2BManuel%2Bdel%2BR%25C3%25ADo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703781494226379618" border="0" /></a><br />Manuel Rios<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv9o1dcNJNE/Tyfm2X7DDnI/AAAAAAAAFzY/awMLWzwbcPY/s1600/4DPict%2BJuan%2BSoriano%2Boto%25C3%25B1o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv9o1dcNJNE/Tyfm2X7DDnI/AAAAAAAAFzY/awMLWzwbcPY/s400/4DPict%2BJuan%2BSoriano%2Boto%25C3%25B1o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703781274897026674" border="0" /></a><br />Juan Soriano<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aBKNnr64iZM/Tyflc38j8KI/AAAAAAAAFzM/UP1xgrOKmFc/s1600/4DPict%2BVincent%2BVan%2BGogh.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aBKNnr64iZM/Tyflc38j8KI/AAAAAAAAFzM/UP1xgrOKmFc/s400/4DPict%2BVincent%2BVan%2BGogh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703779737305084066" border="0" /></a><br />Vincent Van Gogh<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ITAtqiiwvQ/TyflGqWCyfI/AAAAAAAAFzA/bwkcEmSvRHA/s1600/4DPict%2BSerop%2BSogomonian%2Boto%25C3%25B1o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ITAtqiiwvQ/TyflGqWCyfI/AAAAAAAAFzA/bwkcEmSvRHA/s400/4DPict%2BSerop%2BSogomonian%2Boto%25C3%25B1o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703779355696744946" border="0" /></a><br />Serop Sogomonian<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZqPImDkgWM/Tyfkzz0nfsI/AAAAAAAAFy0/gLmgQjx1iPI/s1600/4DPict%2BSalvador%2BDali.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZqPImDkgWM/Tyfkzz0nfsI/AAAAAAAAFy0/gLmgQjx1iPI/s400/4DPict%2BSalvador%2BDali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703779031823384258" border="0" /></a><br />Salvador Dali</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-9199014686724886499?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-85151873523277085892012-01-27T15:37:00.077-04:002012-01-27T17:31:25.334-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kt5e9W92IY/TyMXP_oLSlI/AAAAAAAAFyo/ZT58Glsl7ZU/s1600/Mary%2BAslin%2B%2B4132_535104l.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kt5e9W92IY/TyMXP_oLSlI/AAAAAAAAFyo/ZT58Glsl7ZU/s400/Mary%2BAslin%2B%2B4132_535104l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702427116726602322" border="0" /></a><br />Mary Aslin<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yt2TNu89aI/TyMXB6LlRBI/AAAAAAAAFyc/Ln0QyC-s_v8/s1600/Mstislav%2BPavlov%2B%2B%2B%2B2009-02-24_161935.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yt2TNu89aI/TyMXB6LlRBI/AAAAAAAAFyc/Ln0QyC-s_v8/s400/Mstislav%2BPavlov%2B%2B%2B%2B2009-02-24_161935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702426874746323986" border="0" /></a><br />Mstislav Pavlov<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(LA BOTÁNICA)<br /><br />Paracelso llevaba una flor en cada mano:<br />una, amarga y concreta, le enseñó<br />la mezcla de lo exacto que embellece<br />la ciencia en los manuales.<br />Improbable, la otra<br />le tentaba la sien más distraída<br />dibujándole pozos sin final<br />allí donde las brújulas se pierden.<br />Su sabor, imagino, era más dulce.<br />Botánica secreta,<br />igual que a Paracelso<br />permíteme espiarte las raíces,<br />que tu tallo al hervir se transparente<br />aunque sea un instante y luego sigas<br />creciendo por la tierra alborotada,<br />impregnando la atmósfera agridulce,<br />enloqueciendo cada microscopio.<br /><br /><br />Andrés Neuman<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x47guK-pBNE/TyMWp4jBrAI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/GPouVGTU6L0/s1600/Aristide%2BMaillol%2B%2B%2B%2Bf2485feec523t.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x47guK-pBNE/TyMWp4jBrAI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/GPouVGTU6L0/s400/Aristide%2BMaillol%2B%2B%2B%2Bf2485feec523t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702426461990923266" border="0" /></a><br />Aristide Maillol<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbOMJtsXhKM/TyMWcPQcHaI/AAAAAAAAFyE/8m0UJanRhHI/s1600/Arvid%2BFrederick%2BNyholm%2B%2B281a8b69b5a5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbOMJtsXhKM/TyMWcPQcHaI/AAAAAAAAFyE/8m0UJanRhHI/s400/Arvid%2BFrederick%2BNyholm%2B%2B281a8b69b5a5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702426227568811426" border="0" /></a><br />Arvid Frederick Nyholm<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NRLXJ91Yf7I/TyMWHIEGwUI/AAAAAAAAFx4/o2Eya9S_Gk0/s1600/Arthur%2BHacker%2B%2Bhacker10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NRLXJ91Yf7I/TyMWHIEGwUI/AAAAAAAAFx4/o2Eya9S_Gk0/s400/Arthur%2BHacker%2B%2Bhacker10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702425864860778818" border="0" /></a><br />Arthur Hacker<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehxK1_6B0s4/TyMV6pdRk6I/AAAAAAAAFxs/S1QulDIf0GI/s1600/026.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehxK1_6B0s4/TyMV6pdRk6I/AAAAAAAAFxs/S1QulDIf0GI/s400/026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702425650486416290" border="0" /></a><br />Andrey Belle<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZlTpRdVDyE/TyMVrSTSzsI/AAAAAAAAFxg/TsTv6eMwWfg/s1600/-%2BJulius%2BLeBlanc%2BStewart%2B%25281855-1919%2529flower_girl-large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZlTpRdVDyE/TyMVrSTSzsI/AAAAAAAAFxg/TsTv6eMwWfg/s400/-%2BJulius%2BLeBlanc%2BStewart%2B%25281855-1919%2529flower_girl-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702425386572500674" border="0" /></a><br />Julius LeBlanc Stewart<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNhsGvlGUyg/TyMVd0zo87I/AAAAAAAAFxU/cKX0SoB8kIo/s1600/Albert%2BRoelofs%2B%2Ba_girl_holding_flowers-large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNhsGvlGUyg/TyMVd0zo87I/AAAAAAAAFxU/cKX0SoB8kIo/s400/Albert%2BRoelofs%2B%2Ba_girl_holding_flowers-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702425155316806578" border="0" /></a><br />Albert Roelofs<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bt5Gt7keQxU/TyMVSptn1zI/AAAAAAAAFxI/eLdySgtIU8Y/s1600/James%2BLongacre%2BWood%2B%2Ba9b9cbae0420.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bt5Gt7keQxU/TyMVSptn1zI/AAAAAAAAFxI/eLdySgtIU8Y/s400/James%2BLongacre%2BWood%2B%2Ba9b9cbae0420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702424963360216882" border="0" /></a><br />James Longacre Wood<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xo6FSlGtdGA/TyMU8dYct9I/AAAAAAAAFw8/3tEG00tjE9E/s1600/Louis%2BMarie%2Bde%2BSchryver%2Bbeauty_amid_rose_petals-large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xo6FSlGtdGA/TyMU8dYct9I/AAAAAAAAFw8/3tEG00tjE9E/s400/Louis%2BMarie%2Bde%2BSchryver%2Bbeauty_amid_rose_petals-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702424582093060050" border="0" /></a><br />Louis Marie de Schryver<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cbFVWf626IE/TyMUvV3KDhI/AAAAAAAAFww/j6VU45oQUqk/s1600/Abbott%2BFuller%2BGraves%2B-%2BIn%2Ba%2BField%2Bof%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cbFVWf626IE/TyMUvV3KDhI/AAAAAAAAFww/j6VU45oQUqk/s400/Abbott%2BFuller%2BGraves%2B-%2BIn%2Ba%2BField%2Bof%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702424356736077330" border="0" /></a><br />Abbott Fuller Graves<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oimaA3RuJtc/TyMUg6sZgFI/AAAAAAAAFwk/5UPo5ec8Y00/s1600/RussianBride.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oimaA3RuJtc/TyMUg6sZgFI/AAAAAAAAFwk/5UPo5ec8Y00/s400/RussianBride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702424108925026386" border="0" /></a><br />Daniel F.Gerhartz<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFmrLNDlU1A/TyMTr92u76I/AAAAAAAAFwY/V7bay-bV-3s/s1600/Alexei%2BHarlamoff%2B-%2BSpring%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFmrLNDlU1A/TyMTr92u76I/AAAAAAAAFwY/V7bay-bV-3s/s400/Alexei%2BHarlamoff%2B-%2BSpring%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702423199240613794" border="0" /></a><br />Alexei Harlamoff<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OAD6fEt5crY/TyMTfZJ3j_I/AAAAAAAAFwM/_oWoxOaQr8Q/s1600/20091210PHOWWW00098.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OAD6fEt5crY/TyMTfZJ3j_I/AAAAAAAAFwM/_oWoxOaQr8Q/s400/20091210PHOWWW00098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702422983230328818" border="0" /></a><br />August Macke<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3L26RzNxng/TyMTOn6wurI/AAAAAAAAFwA/3EvM-ZzoAak/s1600/Berthe%2BMorisot%2B-%2BWoman%2BPicking%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3L26RzNxng/TyMTOn6wurI/AAAAAAAAFwA/3EvM-ZzoAak/s400/Berthe%2BMorisot%2B-%2BWoman%2BPicking%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702422695135722162" border="0" /></a><br />Berthe Morisot<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZs7d53ZYJE/TyMS4eBrN3I/AAAAAAAAFv0/ZvNQ4Wk10lY/s1600/Sir%2BJohn%2BEverett%2BMillais%2B%2B%2B658adcaaaf45.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZs7d53ZYJE/TyMS4eBrN3I/AAAAAAAAFv0/ZvNQ4Wk10lY/s400/Sir%2BJohn%2BEverett%2BMillais%2B%2B%2B658adcaaaf45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702422314523244402" border="0" /></a><br />John Everett Millais<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m74YvKrhjRY/TyMSik5HCHI/AAAAAAAAFvo/_1d95Sv_zKw/s1600/Helena%2BDunlap%2B%2B%2Bdunlap.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m74YvKrhjRY/TyMSik5HCHI/AAAAAAAAFvo/_1d95Sv_zKw/s400/Helena%2BDunlap%2B%2B%2Bdunlap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702421938409244786" border="0" /></a><br />Helena Dunlap<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBh4VaDKB94/TyMSQtsCvlI/AAAAAAAAFvc/4OuMcfIdCuM/s1600/Carl%2BLarsson%2B-%2BA%2BLady%2BReading%2Ba%2BNewspaper.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBh4VaDKB94/TyMSQtsCvlI/AAAAAAAAFvc/4OuMcfIdCuM/s400/Carl%2BLarsson%2B-%2BA%2BLady%2BReading%2Ba%2BNewspaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702421631532711506" border="0" /></a><br />Carl Larsson<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWk234mFEEA/TyMSCQWyx5I/AAAAAAAAFvQ/q9sbhwZxmC0/s1600/Childe%2BHassam%2B-%2BWoman%2BSellillng%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWk234mFEEA/TyMSCQWyx5I/AAAAAAAAFvQ/q9sbhwZxmC0/s400/Childe%2BHassam%2B-%2BWoman%2BSellillng%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702421383140788114" border="0" /></a><br />Childe Hassam<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9SFlfMOtF_M/TyMQ8Ej_XDI/AAAAAAAAFvE/Yw8GTD3_2fI/s1600/Edgar%2BDegas%2B-%2BA%2BWoman%2BSeated%2Bbeside%2Ba%2BVase%2Bof%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9SFlfMOtF_M/TyMQ8Ej_XDI/AAAAAAAAFvE/Yw8GTD3_2fI/s400/Edgar%2BDegas%2B-%2BA%2BWoman%2BSeated%2Bbeside%2Ba%2BVase%2Bof%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702420177384070194" border="0" /></a><br />Edgar Degas<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nada pudo la noche.<br /><br />Nada pudo el invierno ni la lluvia<br /><br />contra el verano intenso de mi carne.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ahora estamos desnudos.<br /><br />Comenzaré a besar tu piel,<br /><br />a ararte con mis manos,<br /><br />a fecundarte toda,<br /><br />hasta que broten flores en tu cuerpo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />BAUDELIO CAMARILLO<br />(Xicoténcatl, Tamaulipas, 1959)<br /><br /><br />---<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FmbqiXewlM/TyMQonAGQOI/AAAAAAAAFu4/PSwySDB545s/s1600/Edmund%2BCharles%2BTarbell%2B-%2BMercie%2BCutting%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FmbqiXewlM/TyMQonAGQOI/AAAAAAAAFu4/PSwySDB545s/s400/Edmund%2BCharles%2BTarbell%2B-%2BMercie%2BCutting%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702419843031384290" border="0" /></a><br />Edmund Charles Tarbell<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDqHSzv4x6s/TyMQaRVWCDI/AAAAAAAAFus/TXV1YmfzzT4/s1600/Edouard%2BManet%2B-%2BYoung%2BWoman%2Bamong%2Bthe%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDqHSzv4x6s/TyMQaRVWCDI/AAAAAAAAFus/TXV1YmfzzT4/s400/Edouard%2BManet%2B-%2BYoung%2BWoman%2Bamong%2Bthe%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702419596696750130" border="0" /></a><br />Edouard Manet<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSeLQaXh-sU/TyMQLGpZPaI/AAAAAAAAFug/J_-8un8V6pA/s1600/Daniel%2BF.Gerhartz%2B%2B%2B40675639_Daniel_F.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSeLQaXh-sU/TyMQLGpZPaI/AAAAAAAAFug/J_-8un8V6pA/s400/Daniel%2BF.Gerhartz%2B%2B%2B40675639_Daniel_F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702419336130018722" border="0" /></a><br />Daniel F.Gerhartz<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eh7GTU6FLMk/TyMP9aQQhiI/AAAAAAAAFuY/vYpR0rowFf4/s1600/Eisman%2BSemenowsky%2Ban_oriental_flower_girl-large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eh7GTU6FLMk/TyMP9aQQhiI/AAAAAAAAFuY/vYpR0rowFf4/s400/Eisman%2BSemenowsky%2Ban_oriental_flower_girl-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702419100875130402" border="0" /></a><br />Eisman Semenowsky<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GvplhHXXnQ/TyMPuwGNL9I/AAAAAAAAFuI/QxVmxLbcSho/s1600/Robert%2BEmil%2BStubner%2B%2B%2B%2B57491192_1ak.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GvplhHXXnQ/TyMPuwGNL9I/AAAAAAAAFuI/QxVmxLbcSho/s400/Robert%2BEmil%2BStubner%2B%2B%2B%2B57491192_1ak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702418849040510930" border="0" /></a><br />Robert Emil Stubner<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULQ1D59Q7mg/TyMPca-JdHI/AAAAAAAAFt8/hidhQ98MAhE/s1600/Evert%2BPieters%2B-%2BInterior%2Bwith%2Belegant%2Bwoman.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULQ1D59Q7mg/TyMPca-JdHI/AAAAAAAAFt8/hidhQ98MAhE/s400/Evert%2BPieters%2B-%2BInterior%2Bwith%2Belegant%2Bwoman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702418534131922034" border="0" /></a><br />Evert Pieters<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nN7OEfnh3A0/TyMPLocINaI/AAAAAAAAFtw/Ss3UPwWri4g/s1600/Franck%2BAntoine%2BBail%2Ba_maid_watering_flowers-large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nN7OEfnh3A0/TyMPLocINaI/AAAAAAAAFtw/Ss3UPwWri4g/s400/Franck%2BAntoine%2BBail%2Ba_maid_watering_flowers-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702418245689554338" border="0" /></a><br />Franck Antoine Bail<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A tientas el amor, a ciegas en lo oscuro<br />tal vez entre las ramas, madura, alguna estrella,<br />vuelvo a sentirlo, vuelvo,<br />mojado de la escarcha caliente de la noche,<br />contra el hoyo de mentas tronchadas y tomillos.<br />Es él, único, sólo, lo mismo que mi mano<br />la piel desparramada de mi cuerpo, la sombra<br />de mi recién salido corazón, los umbrosos<br />centros más subterráneos de mi ser lo querían.<br />Vuelve único, vuelve<br />como forma tocada nada más, como llena<br />palpitación tendida cubierta de cabellos,<br />como sangre enredada en mi sangre, un latido<br />dentro de otro latido solamente.<br />Más las palabras, ¿dónde?<br />Las palabras no llegan. No tuvieron espacio<br />en aquel agostado nocturno, no tuvieron<br />ese mínimo aire que media entre dos bocas<br />antes de reducirse a un clavel silencioso.<br />Pero un aroma oculto se desliza , resbala,<br />me quema un desvelado olor a oscura orilla.<br />Alguien está prendiendo por la yerba un murmullo.<br />Es que siempre en la noche del amor pasa un río.<br /><br /><br />-<br /><br /> * Rafael Alberti<br /> * Retornos del amor en una noche de verano<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73mA9o8sSoM/TyMOxTYVTjI/AAAAAAAAFtk/DJMOUCce4OM/s1600/Paul%2BBoswijk%2B%2B%2BPaul%2BBoswijk%2B30.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73mA9o8sSoM/TyMOxTYVTjI/AAAAAAAAFtk/DJMOUCce4OM/s400/Paul%2BBoswijk%2B%2B%2BPaul%2BBoswijk%2B30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702417793359892018" border="0" /></a><br />Paul Boswijk<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-drVruwOL5Ds/TyMOfFJH-7I/AAAAAAAAFtY/32sUpO5I9-I/s1600/Gari%2BMelchers%2B-%2BLady%2BReading.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-drVruwOL5Ds/TyMOfFJH-7I/AAAAAAAAFtY/32sUpO5I9-I/s400/Gari%2BMelchers%2B-%2BLady%2BReading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702417480300362674" border="0" /></a><br />Gari Melchers<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rdyD5tVLXTc/TyMOQKxg9mI/AAAAAAAAFtM/Wz0CXSfDcj8/s1600/George%2BHitchcock%2B-%2BEaster%2BSunday%2B_In%2BBrabant%2BThe%2BBride_.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rdyD5tVLXTc/TyMOQKxg9mI/AAAAAAAAFtM/Wz0CXSfDcj8/s400/George%2BHitchcock%2B-%2BEaster%2BSunday%2B_In%2BBrabant%2BThe%2BBride_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702417224113911394" border="0" /></a><br />George Hitchcock<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yeX4azoRCPU/TyMOB1XUNPI/AAAAAAAAFtA/cn9lMRSx7QQ/s1600/Gustave%2BCourbet%2B-%2BYoung%2BGirl%2BArranging%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yeX4azoRCPU/TyMOB1XUNPI/AAAAAAAAFtA/cn9lMRSx7QQ/s400/Gustave%2BCourbet%2B-%2BYoung%2BGirl%2BArranging%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702416977848710386" border="0" /></a><br />Gustave Courbet<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7HPXedvcHY/TyMNwGgIrrI/AAAAAAAAFs0/wKpy7lGYwuM/s1600/Joaquin%2BSorolla%2BBastida%2B-%2BGirls%2Bwith%2Bflowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7HPXedvcHY/TyMNwGgIrrI/AAAAAAAAFs0/wKpy7lGYwuM/s400/Joaquin%2BSorolla%2BBastida%2B-%2BGirls%2Bwith%2Bflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702416673211461298" border="0" /></a><br />Joaquin Sorolla<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bppwo0SM_o/TyMNcb0pzdI/AAAAAAAAFso/RGwtm8kA_2c/s1600/Igor%2BGuk%2B%2B%2B67_Igor_Guk_ak.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bppwo0SM_o/TyMNcb0pzdI/AAAAAAAAFso/RGwtm8kA_2c/s400/Igor%2BGuk%2B%2B%2B67_Igor_Guk_ak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702416335337278930" border="0" /></a><br />Igor Guk<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgvPLvS1WRQ/TyMNL2BpcbI/AAAAAAAAFsc/ZGlmI4e6bB8/s1600/jozsef%2Brippl-ronai%2B%2B%2B7a964b24960bt.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgvPLvS1WRQ/TyMNL2BpcbI/AAAAAAAAFsc/ZGlmI4e6bB8/s400/jozsef%2Brippl-ronai%2B%2B%2B7a964b24960bt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702416050313327026" border="0" /></a><br />Jozsef Rippl-Ronai<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uav4BQVTE5g/TyMM5p8hZuI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/LnTZ7oyGUy0/s1600/Jules%2BJoseph%2BLefebvre%2B-%2BFlowers%2Bof%2BChamps.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uav4BQVTE5g/TyMM5p8hZuI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/LnTZ7oyGUy0/s400/Jules%2BJoseph%2BLefebvre%2B-%2BFlowers%2Bof%2BChamps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702415737832957666" border="0" /></a><br />Jules Joseph Lefebvre<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c46yrQScY3c/TyMMm-GH9BI/AAAAAAAAFsE/3TWAztft9Hw/s1600/Jules%2BPascin%2B-%2BZinah%2Bwith%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c46yrQScY3c/TyMMm-GH9BI/AAAAAAAAFsE/3TWAztft9Hw/s400/Jules%2BPascin%2B-%2BZinah%2Bwith%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702415416824427538" border="0" /></a><br />Jules Pascin<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qe84uQMYpOk/TyMMWMd1QrI/AAAAAAAAFr4/1GSRw3jXtJ4/s1600/Odilon%2BRedon%2B-%2BWoman%2Bwith%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qe84uQMYpOk/TyMMWMd1QrI/AAAAAAAAFr4/1GSRw3jXtJ4/s400/Odilon%2BRedon%2B-%2BWoman%2Bwith%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702415128624186034" border="0" /></a><br />Odilon Redon<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u2fxmn4GwMk/TyMMDNZABrI/AAAAAAAAFrs/ZHMtdxKKKxo/s1600/Natalia%2BFabia%2B%2B%2B%2B%2Brecentworks_03.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u2fxmn4GwMk/TyMMDNZABrI/AAAAAAAAFrs/ZHMtdxKKKxo/s400/Natalia%2BFabia%2B%2B%2B%2B%2Brecentworks_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702414802454841010" border="0" /></a><br />Natalia Fabia<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXitomwwZuI/TyMLy5UfkUI/AAAAAAAAFrg/suk39Tt9A2E/s1600/Paul%2BGauguin%2B-%2BReadheaded%2BWoman%2Band%2BSunflowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXitomwwZuI/TyMLy5UfkUI/AAAAAAAAFrg/suk39Tt9A2E/s400/Paul%2BGauguin%2B-%2BReadheaded%2BWoman%2Band%2BSunflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702414522189320514" border="0" /></a><br />Paul Gauguin<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mBzBeiFVp8E/TyMLhrcwd9I/AAAAAAAAFrU/3Lq-NuZ7qWY/s1600/Pierre-Auguste%2BRenoir%2B-%2BYoung%2BWoman%2BWearing%2Ba%2BGarland%2Bof%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mBzBeiFVp8E/TyMLhrcwd9I/AAAAAAAAFrU/3Lq-NuZ7qWY/s400/Pierre-Auguste%2BRenoir%2B-%2BYoung%2BWoman%2BWearing%2Ba%2BGarland%2Bof%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702414226408110034" border="0" /></a><br />Pierre-Auguste Renoir<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96OIfijJ490/TyMLQ8Un3MI/AAAAAAAAFrI/gIA4mqSgpg8/s1600/Robert%2BLewis%2BReid%2B-%2BGirl%2Bwith%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96OIfijJ490/TyMLQ8Un3MI/AAAAAAAAFrI/gIA4mqSgpg8/s400/Robert%2BLewis%2BReid%2B-%2BGirl%2Bwith%2BFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702413938879618242" border="0" /></a><br />Robert Lewis Reid<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oY10EU1MmWw/TyMK9S6fB8I/AAAAAAAAFq8/fAqwRO2_DyE/s1600/Stanislaw%2BWyspianski%2Be0dcc3df2166t.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oY10EU1MmWw/TyMK9S6fB8I/AAAAAAAAFq8/fAqwRO2_DyE/s400/Stanislaw%2BWyspianski%2Be0dcc3df2166t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702413601346619330" border="0" /></a><br />Stanislaw Wyspianski<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i9Vh7X8TfeM/TyMKp5SvclI/AAAAAAAAFqw/yof-O0tw-WM/s1600/William%2BMerritt%2BChase%2B-%2BYoung%2BGirl%2Bwith%2BFlowers.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mcA64HtWUVI/TyMIfYFXjAI/AAAAAAAAFpo/B_G4UBgYIX0/s400/-%2BGiovanni%2BCosta%2B%25281826-1903%2529a_young_lady_holding_a_basket_of_flowers-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702410888315112450" border="0" /></a><br />Giovanni Costa<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ven<br /><br /><br /><br />Aprieta mi mano<br />saltemos la hamaca del grano<br />Dejaré mi libertad en la manzana<br />prisionera tuya<br />y de la serpiente astuta<br />Mis flores buscan<br />los polvos de tu amor<br />es primavera<br />se alborotan las abejas...<br />¡Yo!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Elia Casillas<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7Vin9dIdd0/TyMIQZqNs2I/AAAAAAAAFpc/qFdo_unBZhc/s1600/Ron%2BSchwerin%2B110.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; 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Barlow<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3WTHRn0dZs/TyMEm_D-9-I/AAAAAAAAFm0/GDtTZM4dSKc/s1600/William%2BArthur%2BBreakspeare%2B%2B%2Bbreakspeare11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3WTHRn0dZs/TyMEm_D-9-I/AAAAAAAAFm0/GDtTZM4dSKc/s400/William%2BArthur%2BBreakspeare%2B%2B%2Bbreakspeare11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702406620990863330" border="0" /></a><br />William Arthur Breakspeare<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-624PlFi3or4/TyMERPRS63I/AAAAAAAAFmo/_b8c5CgmLSs/s1600/Valentine%2BCameron%2BPrinsep%2B%2Bprinsep5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-624PlFi3or4/TyMERPRS63I/AAAAAAAAFmo/_b8c5CgmLSs/s400/Valentine%2BCameron%2BPrinsep%2B%2Bprinsep5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702406247384542066" border="0" /></a><br />Valentine Cameron<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9oWcZEG1JK4/TyMD-naGiwI/AAAAAAAAFmc/HO-1dEqCDSs/s1600/Tom%2BMostyn%2B%2B%2B%2Bmostyn1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9oWcZEG1JK4/TyMD-naGiwI/AAAAAAAAFmc/HO-1dEqCDSs/s400/Tom%2BMostyn%2B%2B%2B%2Bmostyn1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702405927446416130" border="0" /></a><br />Tom Mostyn<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DG2AocDTXS0/TyMDs1I0bBI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/RkIFCD7BhnU/s1600/Stanka%2BKordic%2B%2BStanka%2BKordic%2B8.PNG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DG2AocDTXS0/TyMDs1I0bBI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/RkIFCD7BhnU/s400/Stanka%2BKordic%2B%2BStanka%2BKordic%2B8.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702405621894376466" border="0" /></a><br />Stanka Kordic<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nftylGNaEyc/TyMDHzSslSI/AAAAAAAAFmE/QKyhZyHPwUE/s1600/EHLINGER%2BMaurice-Ambroise%2B%2528French%252C%2B1896-1981%2529%2B%2B%2B%2B71fac444062ct.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nftylGNaEyc/TyMDHzSslSI/AAAAAAAAFmE/QKyhZyHPwUE/s400/EHLINGER%2BMaurice-Ambroise%2B%2528French%252C%2B1896-1981%2529%2B%2B%2B%2B71fac444062ct.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702404985743775010" border="0" /></a><br />Maurice-Ambroise Ehlinger<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kUgz77-ZvU/TyMC4iOR7vI/AAAAAAAAFl4/xfIKVuG2hE4/s1600/Sir%2BLawrence%2BAlma-Tadema%2B%2B%2B%2Balma-tadema_unconscious_rivals_1893.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kUgz77-ZvU/TyMC4iOR7vI/AAAAAAAAFl4/xfIKVuG2hE4/s400/Sir%2BLawrence%2BAlma-Tadema%2B%2B%2B%2Balma-tadema_unconscious_rivals_1893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702404723463810802" border="0" /></a><br />Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h-iM0z9Bg-A/TyMCWl5UmuI/AAAAAAAAFls/TXlt2YdZf4g/s1600/Eric%2BK.%2BWallis%2B%2B%2BEBW_EBW018_XL.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h-iM0z9Bg-A/TyMCWl5UmuI/AAAAAAAAFls/TXlt2YdZf4g/s400/Eric%2BK.%2BWallis%2B%2B%2BEBW_EBW018_XL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702404140334095074" border="0" /></a><br />Eric K. Wallis<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Recorrer cómodamente sus magníficas formas;<br />Arrastrarse sobre la vertiente de sus rodillas enormes,<br />Y a veces en verano, cuando los soles malsanos.<br />Fatigada, la lleva a estirarse, a través de la campaña,<br />Dormir, perezosamente, a la sombra de sus senos...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br />"A la sombra de sus senos..."<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgmLA3dnpkE/TyMCB_L5t5I/AAAAAAAAFlg/HAO3KSokROs/s1600/Diego%2BRivera%2BRetrato%2Bde%2BNatasha%2BZakalkova%2BGelman.%2B1943.%2BOil%2Bon%2Bcanvas.%2B115%2Bx%2B153%2Bcm.%2Bprivate%2Bcollection%255B3%255D.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgmLA3dnpkE/TyMCB_L5t5I/AAAAAAAAFlg/HAO3KSokROs/s400/Diego%2BRivera%2BRetrato%2Bde%2BNatasha%2BZakalkova%2BGelman.%2B1943.%2BOil%2Bon%2Bcanvas.%2B115%2Bx%2B153%2Bcm.%2Bprivate%2Bcollection%255B3%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702403786345658258" border="0" /></a><br />Diego Rivera<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44-RuuNRgqw/TyMB10iqszI/AAAAAAAAFlU/XsX7LZ3MTsM/s1600/Gregory%2BFrank%2BHarris_Gregory_Frank_Harris.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-QBzsnEPaI/Tx0SEzxnTxI/AAAAAAAAFkY/gvxUteRxri8/s400/ophelia%2Bde%2Bredon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700732577147997970" border="0" /></a><br />Toda mi originalidad consiste en dar vida, de una manera humana, a seres inverosímiles y hacerlos vivir según las leyes de lo verosímil, poniendo, dentro de lo posible, la lógica de lo visible al servicio de lo invisible.<br />Estas palabras describen la obra artística de Odilon Redon , Sus temas: mitos clásicos, orientales, bíblicos, literarios y científicos adaptados a su particular y un tanto alucinada visión interior.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqHn0nFYZvs/Tx0R7eetFzI/AAAAAAAAFkM/l6UEd0n1xj8/s1600/Odilon_Redon_-_Sita.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqHn0nFYZvs/Tx0R7eetFzI/AAAAAAAAFkM/l6UEd0n1xj8/s400/Odilon_Redon_-_Sita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700732416812717874" border="0" /></a>Particularmente este artista me seduce muchísimo, supo buscar su personalidad pictórica, al margen de las corrientes del momento ,demostrando su sentir en cada cuadro, y haciendo que nosotros,sus espectadores ,lo sintamos como auténtico.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hac-T6ddGeU/Tx0RxsIl-GI/AAAAAAAAFkA/vbfVgpL3GJw/s1600/PD.28-1964.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daBv75bxsjY/Tx0PvutFwvI/AAAAAAAAFhw/eUyC9kIIk8s/s400/4DnPict.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700730015986336498" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-8321677101572005472?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-12186092817894248412012-01-18T04:55:00.009-04:002012-01-18T05:07:13.972-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gq9rCz3PO-4/TxaKpRR-R6I/AAAAAAAAFhk/IiPU3Kqb6OM/s1600/4DPictmi%2Bhabitacion%2BCarl%2BLarsson.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gq9rCz3PO-4/TxaKpRR-R6I/AAAAAAAAFhk/IiPU3Kqb6OM/s400/4DPictmi%2Bhabitacion%2BCarl%2BLarsson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698894820101998498" border="0" /></a><br />Carl Larsson, que nació en condiciones muy modestas en un distrito pobre de Estocolmo, comenzó su carrera artística a la edad de sólo 13 años, al ser admitido a las clases preparatorias de la Real Academia de Bellas Artes de Suecia. Mientras estudiaba, se procuró su sustento como ilustrador de un periódico. Entre 1877 y 1882, Carl Larsson vivió en París, donde pintó sus primeros motivos según el espíritu del romanticismo nacional, aunque adoptó un estilo más íntimo de pintura en acuarela cuando se mudó a la colonia de artistas en Grèz-sur-Loing en 1882.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1q337eKLJc/TxaKiZWY8TI/AAAAAAAAFhY/QEuz4a4whXo/s1600/Larsson%2B-%2B%2528Carl%2BLarsson%2529autorretrato.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1q337eKLJc/TxaKiZWY8TI/AAAAAAAAFhY/QEuz4a4whXo/s400/Larsson%2B-%2B%2528Carl%2BLarsson%2529autorretrato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698894702008922418" border="0" /></a><br />Fue allí donde conoció a su mujer, Karin Bergöö, con la que tuvo siete hijos. La pareja regresó a Suecia en 1885. En un principio, la familia vivió en Gotemburgo, donde Carl Larsson dio clases en la escuela de arte de Valand, realizando una serie de pinturas monumentales encargadas por Pontus Fürstemberg, que se convirtió en uno de sus principales mecenas.<br />En 1891, Carl Larsson ganó el concurso para hacer los frescos de la escalera del Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes en Estocolmo.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g1awkbEvV84/TxaKbSGwPBI/AAAAAAAAFhM/noz0XU3Ww6w/s1600/Larsson%2B-%2B%2528Carl%2BLarsson%2529la%2Bcocina.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g1awkbEvV84/TxaKbSGwPBI/AAAAAAAAFhM/noz0XU3Ww6w/s400/Larsson%2B-%2B%2528Carl%2BLarsson%2529la%2Bcocina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698894579805207570" border="0" /></a><br />En la última década del siglo, comenzó una serie de cuadros cuyo tema central fue la vida familiar en Sundborn, en la región de Dalecarlia, que se convirtió en residencia permanente en 1901.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZtDr_RvFoY/TxaKUZ53_tI/AAAAAAAAFhA/hW1J4CjPNCM/s1600/4DPictlisbeth%2BleyendoLarsson%2B-%2B%2528Carl%2BLarsson%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZtDr_RvFoY/TxaKUZ53_tI/AAAAAAAAFhA/hW1J4CjPNCM/s400/4DPictlisbeth%2BleyendoLarsson%2B-%2B%2528Carl%2BLarsson%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698894461639589586" border="0" /></a><br />Su principal objetivo como artista era representar el "lado amable de la vida", después de toda una época de penurias: escenas cotidianas, cargadas de ternura y calidez, de su esposa con sus hijos, los niños jugando, los veranos en la playa, interiores del hogar, etc. El personal estilo de decoración de Karin y de Larsson dio como fruto una manera completamente moderna de acondicionar y estructurar una casa, de forma que fueron considerados verdaderos "diseñadores" de interiores, adelantados a su tiempo: colores cálidos, interiores plenos de luz, vajillas sencillas y demás detalles contrastaban con el estilo oscuro, recargado y victoriano de otros hogares de la misma época.<br /><br />Larsson trabajó principalmente a la técnica de la acuarela, siendo más del noventa por ciento de sus trabajos totales.<br /><br />Su existencia plácida y tranquila en familia fue plasmada en diferentes álbumes, que publicó con gran éxito de ventas en toda Europa.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mxz7TS7yVJ4/TxaKNW5FC2I/AAAAAAAAFg0/5WhrlOPT8I0/s1600/4DPictLarsson%2B-%2B%2528Carl%2BLarsson%2529q.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVtjgC_rERs/TxaJWDaCDsI/AAAAAAAAFfU/rfCYxvcNP9Y/s400/4DPictLarsson%2B-%2B%2528Carl%2BLarsson%252912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698893390448561858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8JAydQ_hvQ/TxaJMJGzj8I/AAAAAAAAFfI/-OxBAeQjivc/s1600/4DPictLarsson%2B-%2B%2528Carl%2BLarsson%252911.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8JAydQ_hvQ/TxaJMJGzj8I/AAAAAAAAFfI/-OxBAeQjivc/s400/4DPictLarsson%2B-%2B%2528Carl%2BLarsson%252911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698893220179840962" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-1218609281789424841?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-63784260069885763412012-01-11T05:08:00.009-04:002012-01-11T08:05:27.556-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRXmaaCL1jk/Tw16L0v46VI/AAAAAAAAFe8/dfh4jy_JIkA/s1600/0d60c9c49cb7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRXmaaCL1jk/Tw16L0v46VI/AAAAAAAAFe8/dfh4jy_JIkA/s400/0d60c9c49cb7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696343447250200914" border="0" /></a><br />• Queridos amigos, seguimos inspirándonos con la poesía.<br />• En este caso con uno de los más grandes poetas: Vicente Aleixandre.<br />• Es esta poesía, una delicia para los sentidos, leed en voz alta cada verso.<br />• Tantead cada linea, rozad cada palabra, deleitaos con cada imagen y abandonaos a la maravilla y al éxtasis de la belleza lírica a través de esta sublime visión paradisíaca.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRmfuoSBDpY/Tw16GTQRhiI/AAAAAAAAFew/81nkNUpoJXo/s1600/ab3e0b84d092.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRmfuoSBDpY/Tw16GTQRhiI/AAAAAAAAFew/81nkNUpoJXo/s400/ab3e0b84d092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696343352359880226" border="0" /></a><br />Diosa<br />• Dormida sobre el tigre,<br />• su leve trenza yace.<br />• Mirad su bulto. Alienta<br />• sobre la piel hermosa,<br />• tranquila, soberana.<br />• ¿Quién puede osar, quién sólo<br />• sus labios hoy pondría<br />• sobre la luz dichosa<br />• que, humana apenas, sueña?<br />• Miradla allí. ¡Cuán sola!<br />• ¡Cuán intacta! ¿Tangible?<br />• Casi divina, leve<br />• el seno se alza, cesa,<br />• se yergue, abate; gime<br />• como el amor. Y un tigre<br />• soberbio la sostiene<br />• como la mar hircana,<br />• donde flotase extensa,<br />• feliz, nunca ofrecida.<br />• ¡Ah, mortales! No, nunca;<br />• desnuda, nunca vuestra.<br />• Sobre la piel hoy ígnea<br />• miradla, exenta: es diosa.<br />[Sombra del paraíso]<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DC_Le2yUCeY/Tw16Avn-OII/AAAAAAAAFek/COndG_tQhQA/s1600/07aaba8eb36d.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DC_Le2yUCeY/Tw16Avn-OII/AAAAAAAAFek/COndG_tQhQA/s400/07aaba8eb36d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696343256896256130" border="0" /></a><br />• Vicente Aleixandre, uno de los poetas más relevantes de la Generación del 27 y Premio Nobel de Literatura en 1977, nace en Sevilla el 26 de abril de 1898.<br />• Su primera infancia transcurre en Málaga y, con once años, se traslada a Madrid donde pasará el resto de su vida. Muere el 14 de diciembre de 1984.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wuTRB-E-YHA/Tw156Q0kZtI/AAAAAAAAFeY/S6TsIpITweU/s1600/20ae4c6ebbcf.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wuTRB-E-YHA/Tw156Q0kZtI/AAAAAAAAFeY/S6TsIpITweU/s400/20ae4c6ebbcf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696343145548375762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8mWvqaM3-I/Tw15zxj4riI/AAAAAAAAFeM/nXuTkZLY9OE/s1600/9e19090d5c3a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8mWvqaM3-I/Tw15zxj4riI/AAAAAAAAFeM/nXuTkZLY9OE/s400/9e19090d5c3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696343034077687330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvZEmf9L3FQ/Tw15rGOp8HI/AAAAAAAAFeA/WtydNxEk12w/s1600/b578a40ddab3.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-soUfHNditlM/Tw15ZRoIhBI/AAAAAAAAFdo/Y8mfPQqEMqw/s400/mar20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696342578828968978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4D7da7dq78/Tw15SdHGvWI/AAAAAAAAFdc/JDcCJdiQv7Y/s1600/marshenikovMorningLight30x20inreduced103249.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4D7da7dq78/Tw15SdHGvWI/AAAAAAAAFdc/JDcCJdiQv7Y/s400/marshenikovMorningLight30x20inreduced103249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696342461652581730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gp0Z8xhp28Q/Tw15Lufl_-I/AAAAAAAAFdQ/JH7bnQykqYE/s1600/marshenn12_lrg.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gp0Z8xhp28Q/Tw15Lufl_-I/AAAAAAAAFdQ/JH7bnQykqYE/s400/marshenn12_lrg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696342346059612130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZo8ahkpTCk/Tw14yhPKWtI/AAAAAAAAFdE/eY0E31dhGCQ/s1600/nudeSin%2Bti%25CC%2581tulo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZo8ahkpTCk/Tw14yhPKWtI/AAAAAAAAFdE/eY0E31dhGCQ/s400/nudeSin%2Bti%25CC%2581tulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696341913004301010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftd1TrAzeRY/Tw14qvmirUI/AAAAAAAAFc4/ZP8LRnEBBQE/s1600/Silent_Thoughts.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftd1TrAzeRY/Tw14qvmirUI/AAAAAAAAFc4/ZP8LRnEBBQE/s400/Silent_Thoughts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696341779421506882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckk5Y840jhU/Tw14ipfvmRI/AAAAAAAAFcs/5hds16OaPiQ/s1600/turbante%2BrojoSin%2Bti%25CC%2581tulo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckk5Y840jhU/Tw14ipfvmRI/AAAAAAAAFcs/5hds16OaPiQ/s400/turbante%2BrojoSin%2Bti%25CC%2581tulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696341640343427346" border="0" /></a><br />Todas las pinturas son del artista Serge Marshennik.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-6378426006988576341?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-44380744809849561262012-01-10T02:21:00.000-04:002012-01-10T02:22:01.253-04:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-4438074480984956126?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-62812710590308962192012-01-05T05:16:00.003-04:002012-01-05T05:22:37.674-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghgCETQztY0/TwVq5N3jO4I/AAAAAAAAFcg/Z9-ZJS7kloE/s1600/Caspar%2BDavid%2BFriedrich%2B4DPict.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghgCETQztY0/TwVq5N3jO4I/AAAAAAAAFcg/Z9-ZJS7kloE/s400/Caspar%2BDavid%2BFriedrich%2B4DPict.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694074835087604610" border="0" /></a><br />Caspar David Friedrich<br />• " Constancia de la escarcha, cada vez<br />• más blanca, más helada. Parecía<br />• que el fulgor salino de los cristales<br />• hubiera transformado la esencia de las cosas<br />• al cubrirlas: tus pasos cruzaban aquel mundo<br />• como si de un momento a otro fuera a romper<br />• en campanas de vidrio, o en helados vibráfonos,<br />• y la luz golpeaba las colinas inermes<br />• y les daba relieve: alineados<br />• en lo blanco, los árboles mostraban<br />• nervios de taracea, mínimos, irreales,<br />• y el sol daba de pleno en su leve armadura<br />• que pronto, en una sola tarde, se desharía."<br />..<br />• Charles Tomlinson (Penkhull, 1927)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52MDE3Uo_cM/TwVqyPC1qhI/AAAAAAAAFcU/hq3KnivNP9A/s1600/Fritz%2BThaulow%2Bin_the_elbank%252C_hamburg-large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52MDE3Uo_cM/TwVqyPC1qhI/AAAAAAAAFcU/hq3KnivNP9A/s400/Fritz%2BThaulow%2Bin_the_elbank%252C_hamburg-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694074715144301074" border="0" /></a><br />Fritz Thaulow<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hA6mzt4Plyo/TwVqqfjrPzI/AAAAAAAAFcI/prRHIQwnEGs/s1600/Fritz%2BThaulowa_factory_building_near_an_icy_river_in_winter-large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hA6mzt4Plyo/TwVqqfjrPzI/AAAAAAAAFcI/prRHIQwnEGs/s400/Fritz%2BThaulowa_factory_building_near_an_icy_river_in_winter-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694074582138044210" border="0" /></a><br />Fritz Thaulow </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-6281271059030896219?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-15912960292879309722011-12-27T06:27:00.004-04:002011-12-27T06:33:19.873-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmZaz5HDKbY/TvmejuDxN_I/AAAAAAAAFb8/WhBLokFkQao/s1600/Caspar%2BDavid%2BFriedrich%2B4DPict.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmZaz5HDKbY/TvmejuDxN_I/AAAAAAAAFb8/WhBLokFkQao/s400/Caspar%2BDavid%2BFriedrich%2B4DPict.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690753940655781874" border="0" /></a><br />Caspar David Friedrich<br /><br />Constancia de la escarcha, cada vez<br />• más blanca, más helada. Parecía<br />• que el fulgor salino de los cristales<br />• hubiera transformado la esencia de las cosas<br />• al cubrirlas: tus pasos cruzaban aquel mundo<br />• como si de un momento a otro fuera a romper<br />• en campanas de vidrio, o en helados vibráfonos,<br />• y la luz golpeaba las colinas inermes<br />• y les daba relieve: alineados<br />• en lo blanco, los árboles mostraban<br />• nervios de taracea, mínimos, irreales,<br />• y el sol daba de pleno en su leve armadura<br />• que pronto, en una sola tarde, se desharía."<br />..<br />• Charles Tomlinson (Penkhull, 1927)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFjkw1AfFJI/TvmeZ18CRMI/AAAAAAAAFbw/OJYNqoNhS8c/s1600/Fritz%2BThaulow%2Bin_the_elbank%252C_hamburg-large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFjkw1AfFJI/TvmeZ18CRMI/AAAAAAAAFbw/OJYNqoNhS8c/s400/Fritz%2BThaulow%2Bin_the_elbank%252C_hamburg-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690753770972136642" border="0" /></a><br />Fritz Thaulow<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOx4lUwuFwc/TvmeLDH5ktI/AAAAAAAAFbk/KdELICitdP4/s1600/Fritz%2BThaulowa_factory_building_near_an_icy_river_in_winter-large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOx4lUwuFwc/TvmeLDH5ktI/AAAAAAAAFbk/KdELICitdP4/s400/Fritz%2BThaulowa_factory_building_near_an_icy_river_in_winter-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690753516813521618" border="0" /></a><br />Fritz Thaulow </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-1591296029287930972?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-36246870385481530962011-12-18T07:38:00.007-04:002011-12-18T07:48:30.104-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Br9wcV6qPOs/Tu3SWXoibSI/AAAAAAAAFbY/ZkUO0U6fuPc/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Br9wcV6qPOs/Tu3SWXoibSI/AAAAAAAAFbY/ZkUO0U6fuPc/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687433186181803298" border="0" /></a><br /> * Iris Van Dongen nació en 1975 en Tilburg, Países Bajos. Actualmente viva y trabaja a caballo entre Rotterdam y Berlín, los dos países más queridos para la artista.<br /> * Van Dongen es una pintora excepcional con un carisma único y una fuerza impresionante. La primera sorpresa que el espectador se encuentra ante las pinturas de Van Dongen son el inmenso tamaño, algunos llegan a alcanzar varios metros de altura, con el que los ella dota, ésta ya es su primera baza, sorprende el tamaño de los cuadros y la fuerza que atrapa al espectador desde el principio.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E0-D_1BJZPo/Tu3SKjWiEnI/AAAAAAAAFbM/YZIxdBihky0/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-6.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E0-D_1BJZPo/Tu3SKjWiEnI/AAAAAAAAFbM/YZIxdBihky0/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687432983169077874" border="0" /></a><br /> * Los temas que trata Van Dongen resultan una espectacular mezcla, tanto como sus formas, siempre entre el lado oscuro y el colorista, entre la tradición y la modernidad.<br /> * Sus figuras aparecen en escenarios, muchas veces, alegres, coloridos, floridos, cercanos, en ellos, las figuras humanas aportan algún elemento de sufrimiento, de muerte, son frecuentes las calaveras y los demonios a los que el espectador se enfrenta sin saber exorcizar.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BuzeBf6jrjY/Tu3R-wNvHmI/AAAAAAAAFbA/jniFj9TDq6I/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-2.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BuzeBf6jrjY/Tu3R-wNvHmI/AAAAAAAAFbA/jniFj9TDq6I/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687432780463414882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Suspicious<br /><br /> * Yo soy Bella, ¡oh mortales! como un sueño de piedra,<br /> * y mi seno que a todos eternamente torturó,<br /> * ha sido creado para inspirar amor a los poetas.<br /><br /> * Eterna e incólumne, como la materia.<br /> * Incomprendida esfinge, reino en azul;<br /> * El níveo corazón junto a la blancura del cisne;<br /> * detesto el movimiento que desplaza las líneas.<br /><br /> * Yo jamás lloré, como tampoco jamás reí.<br /> * Los poetas, ante mis gestos altivos,<br /> * Que recuerdan antiguos monumentos,<br /> * consumen sus días en penosa labor.<br /><br /> * Que para fascinar a estos dóciles amantes<br /> * Tengo puros espejos que embellecen las cosas:<br /> * Mis ojos, mis dos enormes pozos de eternidad.<br /><br />---<br /><br /> * Charles Baudelaire<br /> * 1821-1867<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Uo5F1SjvUU/Tu3RuRAMYqI/AAAAAAAAFa0/ZxxPlUy1we8/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-20.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Uo5F1SjvUU/Tu3RuRAMYqI/AAAAAAAAFa0/ZxxPlUy1we8/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-20.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687432497207206562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N__6wE95el8/Tu3Rhv0eO3I/AAAAAAAAFao/UPw6ncZ9CFg/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-23.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N__6wE95el8/Tu3Rhv0eO3I/AAAAAAAAFao/UPw6ncZ9CFg/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-23.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687432282141244274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-leLyTx8Pm-8/Tu3RUH5371I/AAAAAAAAFac/nmgUsH6JYg0/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-25.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-leLyTx8Pm-8/Tu3RUH5371I/AAAAAAAAFac/nmgUsH6JYg0/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-25.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687432048088182610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgqZCNG1z6I/Tu3RLnMQ0HI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/dMuG1PsIrDc/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-33.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgqZCNG1z6I/Tu3RLnMQ0HI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/dMuG1PsIrDc/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-33.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687431901867987058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nM9mkyXQ_fc/Tu3Q_EQN-dI/AAAAAAAAFaE/EftSVAHumlw/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-30.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nM9mkyXQ_fc/Tu3Q_EQN-dI/AAAAAAAAFaE/EftSVAHumlw/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-30.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687431686330907090" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-3624687038548153096?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-4067981024792804702011-12-14T03:54:00.008-04:002011-12-14T04:07:35.148-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxvBPL0ZrM8/TuhYti2bgXI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/Gx5dKiAKuuU/s1600/YAVS0351cSveta%2BYavorsky.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxvBPL0ZrM8/TuhYti2bgXI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/Gx5dKiAKuuU/s400/YAVS0351cSveta%2BYavorsky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685892069027709298" border="0" /></a><br />Sveta Yavorsky<br /><br />• Queridos amigos, me complace traer en esta ocasión a un hombre especialísimo, escritor insumiso y díscolo, poeta de sangre caliente, llama ardiente de las letras y del lenguaje más procaz, poeta del alma y de la carne.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkSreVEc8sg/TuhYdeIfUhI/AAAAAAAAFZs/Qx-KBPG7Ask/s1600/bruce%2Bdenny.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkSreVEc8sg/TuhYdeIfUhI/AAAAAAAAFZs/Qx-KBPG7Ask/s400/bruce%2Bdenny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685891792883372562" border="0" /></a><br />Bruce Denny<br />• Se trata de Abigael Bohórquez : Caborca, 1936 , Hermosillo, 1995, Sonora: México. Nunca perteneció a los círculos literarios de moda, su poesía ha rondado por boca de muchos y sus libros no son nada fáciles de encontrar.<br />• Quien lo ha leído, nunca lo olvida y le rinde culto de por vida porque sabe que es perturbador del alma, subversivo y hace temblar con su métrica, con metáforas relampagueantes y esa mezcla de arcaísmos, anglicismos, lenguas indígenas que con vehemencia manifiesta en todo lo que escribe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnOR_9rsMGs/TuhYNh6dhAI/AAAAAAAAFZg/Ec51MbeGLAY/s1600/Paul%2BCadmus%2B%2B01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnOR_9rsMGs/TuhYNh6dhAI/AAAAAAAAFZg/Ec51MbeGLAY/s400/Paul%2BCadmus%2B%2B01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685891519020368898" border="0" /></a><br /> Cadmus<br />Paul<br />• Poesía para leer en voz alta, su teatralidad es indiscutible y además valiente al hablar en sus poemas del amor entre hombres, tema que ya movió quebradizas mentes en su momento e hizo que su poesía se leyera en el más alto secreto.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJntyrq6EZE/TuhX0TjwQnI/AAAAAAAAFZU/RvRic_MLsg8/s1600/Van%2BRainy%2BHecht-Nielsen.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJntyrq6EZE/TuhX0TjwQnI/AAAAAAAAFZU/RvRic_MLsg8/s400/Van%2BRainy%2BHecht-Nielsen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685891085670302322" border="0" /></a><br />Van Rainy Hecht-Nielsen<br />• Para mí es un placer rescatar sus escritos que poco a poco os iré regalando en este blog.<br />• Os dejo con uno de sus poemas más fascinantes. Purita dinamita erótica me parece a mí.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AnfhXszIy5M/TuhXg_K90_I/AAAAAAAAFZI/8wVdjQZg01M/s1600/Costa%2BDvorezky.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AnfhXszIy5M/TuhXg_K90_I/AAAAAAAAFZI/8wVdjQZg01M/s400/Costa%2BDvorezky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685890753780110322" border="0" /></a><br />Costa Dvorezky<br /><br />---<br />• primaverizo yaces,<br />• deleital y ternúrico,<br />• y nadie es como tú, cervatillo matutinal,<br />• silvestrecido y leve.<br />• aparentas dormir<br />• y una sonrisa esplende tus pupilas;<br />• quedo sin mí.<br />• tú veranideces,<br />• cuando mis manos desdoblan su pobreza<br />• y tocan tus cabellos dóciles, como el agua<br />• y me tiendo a tu lado.<br />• desnudo te descubres; desnudo estoy allí;<br />• suspenso, trémulo,<br />• desamparado como la noche del misérrimo,<br />• ayuno y mórbido:<br />• qué puedo hacer, enceguecido y mudo,<br />• atado de estupor,<br />• maravillado?<br />• mantienes tu mirada fresca y feroz,<br />• sedienta de antemano;<br />• resplandeciendo en la devoradora oscuridad:<br />• tu sexo,<br />• húmedo, cálidamente eléctrico, madero victorioso,<br />• con el recuerdo herido todavía<br />• de la primera masturbación y el receloso orgasmo,<br />• y tus labios suntuosos<br />• temblando un hálito que ya no necesita<br />• el niño aquel que eras,<br />• y tu cuello miro que pulsa las cuerdas<br />• del corazón, no sé si el tuyo, el mío,<br />• y ninguna palabra pronunciamos,<br />• no hay gracia para mí.<br />• deja que diga no tu pecho núbil,<br />• duro lugar de la salud,<br />• marejada que nadie detendrá,<br />• retén su amor, su odio;<br />• tu modo de ser tú casi me lame,<br />• calor de perro, ojos de ganso, hermano de caballos;<br />• me viene encima tu sazón,<br />• la rotación novicia de tu ombligo,<br />• tu almíbar de estar hecho<br />• veloz, inmóvil, lento, prensil, inapresable;<br />• tiendo una mano: existes;<br />• tus muslos, golpe a golpe, se separan,<br />• se encuentran, se encajan, se unifican,<br />• se hace una brecha ardiente en el revuelo<br />• de la sábana;<br />• no hay piedad para mí.<br />• tus dientes caen, degüellan,<br />• rindo el sentido.<br />• tómame.<br />• deshónrate, sométeme, contrístate, obedéceme,<br />• enloquece, avergüenzate, desúnete, arrodíllate,<br />• miserable, amor mío, lagarto, imbécil, maravilla,<br />• precipítate, aúlla.<br />• de pronto, tú, el relámpago,<br />• abierto, florecido, restallante,<br />• arriba abajo, encima, ¿dónde?,<br />• hiendes la oscuridad<br />• y adentro<br />• llueves.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1pxpwHfZ6A/TuhXAl5tXiI/AAAAAAAAFY8/hojcaNf3Nh4/s1600/Robert%2BLiberace.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1pxpwHfZ6A/TuhXAl5tXiI/AAAAAAAAFY8/hojcaNf3Nh4/s400/Robert%2BLiberace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685890197241028130" border="0" /></a><br />Robert Liberace ---<br />• PRIMERA CEREMONIA (del poemario Digo lo que amo, 1975)<br /><br />• Abigael Bohórquez (1936 - 1995)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RtaUNVNgXLY/TuhWh0srUII/AAAAAAAAFYw/zBvdq_uBhW0/s1600/Paul%2BCadmus.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RtaUNVNgXLY/TuhWh0srUII/AAAAAAAAFYw/zBvdq_uBhW0/s400/Paul%2BCadmus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685889668636954754" border="0" /></a><br />Paul Cadmus<br />--<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-406798102479280470?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-14279794368345225542011-12-08T15:32:00.005-04:002011-12-08T15:38:09.581-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_Qomgz3UI0/TuERdKFWJaI/AAAAAAAAFYk/E6RGqB2vQV0/s1600/Bo%2BBartlett2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_Qomgz3UI0/TuERdKFWJaI/AAAAAAAAFYk/E6RGqB2vQV0/s400/Bo%2BBartlett2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683843397338932642" border="0" /></a><br />Bo Bartlett<br /><br /><br /><br />El reloj y la casa deshabitada<br /><br />I<br /><br />¿Cuándo volverás amor?<br />A mi tiempo, fiel ardor,<br />Temas de hoy,<br />Sueños de ayer,<br />péndulos de madera<br />temerosa,<br />minutos de alfiler.<br />La entrega no recibida,<br />las caricias mudas<br />de estatua y llantos.<br />El sol soñador,<br />mi cuerpo desgajado<br />de dudas,<br />universo libre,<br />almas suyas,<br />críptico soñar.<br />Piernas desmedidas,<br />sanguijuelas curiosas,<br />entrega libre,<br />distintas hojas luna...<br />...Mi soñar.<br />El reloj y la espera,<br />¿cuándo volverás amor?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBNhHVzdLpE/TuERA3eMY7I/AAAAAAAAFYY/Upi_rTLTtS0/s1600/William%2BShih-Chieh%2BHung.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBNhHVzdLpE/TuERA3eMY7I/AAAAAAAAFYY/Upi_rTLTtS0/s400/William%2BShih-Chieh%2BHung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683842911306539954" border="0" /></a><br />William Shih-Chieh Hung</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-1427979436834522554?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-1691982811214517492011-12-04T05:13:00.006-04:002011-12-04T05:22:20.107-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-_BlRjZbJE/Tts7aN5mN4I/AAAAAAAAFYM/tEmG2hjkYgc/s1600/4DPictIgnacio%2BD%25C3%25ADaz%2BOlano.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-_BlRjZbJE/Tts7aN5mN4I/AAAAAAAAFYM/tEmG2hjkYgc/s400/4DPictIgnacio%2BD%25C3%25ADaz%2BOlano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682200676451891074" border="0" /></a><br />Ignacio Díaz Olano<br />• Como una ola de admiración precedía al fúnebre cortejo; antes de llegar la procesión a una calle, ya se sabía en ella, por las apretadas filas de las aceras, por la muchedumbre asomada a ventanas y balcones que «la Regenta venía guapísima, pálida, como la Virgen a cuyos pies caminaba.»<br />• No se hablaba de otra cosa, no se pensaba en otra cosa.<br />• Cristo tendido en su lecho, bajo cristales, su Madre de negro, atravesada por siete espadas, que venía detrás, no merecían la atención del pueblo devoto; se esperaba a la Regenta, se la devoraba con los ojos...<br />• En frente del Casino en los balcones de la Real Audiencia, otro palacio churrigueresco de piedra obscura, estaban, detrás de colgaduras carmesí y oro, la gobernadora civil, la militar, la presidenta, la Marquesa, Visitación, Obdulia, las del barón y otras muchas damas de la llamada aristocracia por la humilde y envidiosa clase media.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqHnQ0kg2N8/Tts7L459zyI/AAAAAAAAFYA/jMLV-bkGnTY/s1600/Ignacio%2BD%25C3%25ADaz%2BOlano%252C%2Bmurmuraci%25C3%25B3n%2By%2Bcastigo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqHnQ0kg2N8/Tts7L459zyI/AAAAAAAAFYA/jMLV-bkGnTY/s400/Ignacio%2BD%25C3%25ADaz%2BOlano%252C%2Bmurmuraci%25C3%25B3n%2By%2Bcastigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682200430298124066" border="0" /></a><br />Ignacio Díaz Olano<br />• Obdulia estaba pálida de emoción.<br />• Se moría de envidia. «¡El pueblo entero pendiente de los pasos, de los movimientos, del traje de Ana, de su color, de sus gestos!...<br />• ¡Y venía descalza! ¡Los pies blanquísimos, desnudos, admirados y compadecidos por multitud inmensa!»<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7d7agIemOv4/Tts68WhsVII/AAAAAAAAFX0/y31Z27WwB54/s1600/CH_CH009_XL%2BChina%2BHamilton.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7d7agIemOv4/Tts68WhsVII/AAAAAAAAFX0/y31Z27WwB54/s400/CH_CH009_XL%2BChina%2BHamilton.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682200163371472002" border="0" /></a><br />Fotografía, China Hamilton<br />• Esto era para la de Fandiño el bello ideal de la coquetería.<br />• Jamás sus desnudos hombros, sus brazos de marfil sirviendo de fondo a negro encaje bordado y bien ceñido;<br />• jamás su espalda de curvas vertiginosas, su pecho alto y fornido, y exuberante y tentador, habían atraído así, ni con cien leguas, la atención y la admiración de un pueblo entero, por más que los luciera en bailes, teatros, paseos y también procesiones...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBgNtd-I_5Q/Tts6wKx30uI/AAAAAAAAFXo/swb6HQjsu7Y/s1600/Jos%25C3%25A9%2BGuti%25C3%25A9rrez%2BSolana3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBgNtd-I_5Q/Tts6wKx30uI/AAAAAAAAFXo/swb6HQjsu7Y/s400/Jos%25C3%25A9%2BGuti%25C3%25A9rrez%2BSolana3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682199954059678434" border="0" /></a><br />José Gutierrez Solana<br />• «Y era natural; todo Vetusta, seguía pensando Obdulia, tiene ahora entre ceja y ceja esos pies descalzos, ¿por qué?, porque hay un cachet distinguidísimo en el modo de la exhibición, porque... esto es cuestión de escenario.» «¿Cuándo llegará?» preguntaba la viuda, lamiéndose los labios, invadida de una envidia admiradora, y sintiendo extraños dejos de una especie de lujuria bestial, disparatada, inexplicable por lo absurda. Sentía Obdulia en aquel momento así... un deseo vago... de... de... ser hombre.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiZQDwoHmiA/Tts6gkCXktI/AAAAAAAAFXc/e23c8ZYgUpg/s1600/fleighton10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiZQDwoHmiA/Tts6gkCXktI/AAAAAAAAFXc/e23c8ZYgUpg/s400/fleighton10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682199685961847506" border="0" /></a><br />Frederick Leighton<br />• Fragmento de La Regenta<br />• Capítulo XXVI<br />• Leopoldo Alas Clarín<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-169198281121451749?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-90220658514808045972011-11-30T05:40:00.002-04:002011-11-30T05:48:19.951-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtGTAzIx46s/TtX7Ywv__NI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/x1csWZexPE4/s1600/desnudo-acostado-despues-del-bano-1976.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtGTAzIx46s/TtX7Ywv__NI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/x1csWZexPE4/s400/desnudo-acostado-despues-del-bano-1976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680722907819408594" border="0" /></a><br />Darío Morales<br /><br />.<br /><br />.o Nace en las ingles un calor callado,<br />o como un rumor de espuma silencioso.<br />o Su dura mimbre el tulipán precioso<br />o dobla sin agua, vivo y agotado.<br />o Crece en la sangre un desasosegado,<br />o urgente pensamiento belicoso.<br />o La exhausta flor perdida en su reposo<br />o rompe su sueño en la raíz mojado.<br />o Salta la tierra y de su entraña pierde<br />o savia, venero y alameda verde.<br />o Palpita, cruje, azota, empuja, estalla.<br />o La vida hiende vida en plena vida.<br />o Y aunque la muerte gane la partida,<br />o todo es un campo alegre de batalla.<br />• Rafael Alberti<br />• Entre el clavel y la espada (1941)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-9022065851480804597?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-52499987531035782422011-11-27T07:00:00.004-04:002011-11-27T07:04:44.091-04:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BmTdgF_OZA/TtIY9WFQnRI/AAAAAAAAFXE/xkIDSYWizlk/s1600/redpiano%2B%2Bpaul%2B%2Bg.oxborough.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BmTdgF_OZA/TtIY9WFQnRI/AAAAAAAAFXE/xkIDSYWizlk/s400/redpiano%2B%2Bpaul%2B%2Bg.oxborough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679629522246343954" border="0" /></a><br />Paul G.Oxborough<br />• Aquella tarde, llovía como nunca, la atmósfera resultaba cargante y tenía trabajo atrasado, debía corregir algunos exámenes de sus alumnos, así pues se quedó en la casa trabajando.<br />• Además, iba a venir Clara para la clases particulares.<br />• Sonó el timbre, era ella, pero esta vez vino con su madre, dijo que escucharía, que ya no recordaba sus clases de literatura en la escuela.<br />• El profesor, aunque algo contrariado por tener una espectadora, se concentró al máximo para que clara pudiera aprobar.<br />• Mientras le hacía recitar poemas en voz alta, la madre se sentó cerca del piano, y como llamada por una extraña sensación, empezó a tocar.<br />• El profesor no pudo evitar sentir una leve combustión en su cuerpo, cuando a sus oídos llegaban las notas de Beethoven con intensidad abrumadora.<br />• Intentó no girarse hacia donde ella estaba, siguió con la clase, esta vez , le dijo a Clara, te enseñaré a recitar...escucha-<br />• -Ojos claros, serenos<br />• La música llegaba a mezclase con los versos de tal manera, que el profesor y la madre de Clara se sentían en comunión delirante...<br />• Él seguía cada vez con más pasión...<br />• -si de un dulce mirar sois alabados,<br />• ¿por qué, si me miráis, miráis airados? -<br />• La madre de Clara se giró un segundo , su voz, la voz del profesor... retumbaba en sus entrañas como cascadas , como agua estrepitosa, como algo que jamás había sentido.<br />• El profesor se volvió también hacia ella, y siguió con el poema;<br />• -Si cuanto más piadosos,<br />• más bellos parecéis a aquel que os mira,<br />• no me miréis con ira,<br />• porque no parezcáis menos hermosos.<br />• ¡Ay tormentos rabiosos!<br />• Ojos claros, serenos,<br />• ya que así me miráis, miradme al menos. -<br />• En ese momento los dos pasaron a ser uno solo, no existía nadie más...ellos , el poema y la música...en apasionante simbiosis, fueron 5 minutos de gravidez mortal, más de de 5 sentidos agudizados, aquellas miradas perdurarían hasta el fin de sus días.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAKb1OsmH6g/TtIYwO6g3eI/AAAAAAAAFW4/bL_Xx02FzFo/s1600/degas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAKb1OsmH6g/TtIYwO6g3eI/AAAAAAAAFW4/bL_Xx02FzFo/s400/degas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679629296983924194" border="0" /></a><br />Edgar Degas<br />• Fragmento;Versos humanos<br />• de Meri Pas<br />• Homenaje al escritor Gutierre de Cetina<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-5249998753103578242?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-67351176580605040012011-11-24T03:16:00.026-04:002011-11-24T03:56:40.902-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ug46Te1fLRI/Ts34TuKKeeI/AAAAAAAAFWs/HvL0lWoaqUw/s1600/bizantine.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ug46Te1fLRI/Ts34TuKKeeI/AAAAAAAAFWs/HvL0lWoaqUw/s400/bizantine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678467722875927010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GuKagb5a4LE/Ts334-aRV0I/AAAAAAAAFWg/G__fQ1XTMAk/s1600/2-vanessa-bell-7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GuKagb5a4LE/Ts334-aRV0I/AAAAAAAAFWg/G__fQ1XTMAk/s400/2-vanessa-bell-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678467263381985090" border="0" /></a><br />Vanessa Bell<br />Vanessa Bell<br />Nació el 30 de mayo de 1879 y su vida estuvo marcada por su peculiar familia, sobre todo por la relación con su hermana Virginia Woolf, y el grupo de Bloomsbury, del que fue como la argamasa que une todos los ladrillos del edificio formado por personalidades tan especiales como Gerald Brennan, Duncan Grant, Roger Fry, Dora Carrington. Lytton Strachey, Vita Sackesville-West, etc.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd_45PtAOCA/Ts33ng6vksI/AAAAAAAAFWU/c7fvjSvWTls/s1600/1-sisters-virginia-woolf-and-vanessa-bell-stephens.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd_45PtAOCA/Ts33ng6vksI/AAAAAAAAFWU/c7fvjSvWTls/s400/1-sisters-virginia-woolf-and-vanessa-bell-stephens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678466963407344322" border="0" /></a><br />Hermanas Vanessa y Virginia<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JusvC_upOpA/Ts33cYOBlLI/AAAAAAAAFWI/DCeONXS7lwY/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JusvC_upOpA/Ts33cYOBlLI/AAAAAAAAFWI/DCeONXS7lwY/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678466772093736114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />El origen del Bloomsbury Group nade de Thoby Stephen, hermano de Vanessa y Virginia al organizar las tertulias de los Thursday Evening's, en el número 46 de Gordon Square, en 1905. Ese mismo año, en otoño, preparó Vanessa el Friday Club para que los pintores pudieran discutir sobre arte y hacer exposiciones.<br />Vanessa Bell<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l97m9WFtqYY/Ts33JCU4QXI/AAAAAAAAFV8/Nj4beXW8D78/s1600/Julian%2BBell%252C%2Bthe%2Bartist%2527s%2Bgrandson.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l97m9WFtqYY/Ts33JCU4QXI/AAAAAAAAFV8/Nj4beXW8D78/s400/Julian%2BBell%252C%2Bthe%2Bartist%2527s%2Bgrandson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678466439799390578" border="0" /></a><br />El 4 de febrero de 1908 nació su primer hijo, Julian, que murió en la Guerra Civil española. El 10 de agosto de 1910 nació su segundo hijo, Quentin Bell.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXL6140w7dk/Ts32wK5UQoI/AAAAAAAAFVw/ZNlZAQZxmno/s1600/Roger%2BFry.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXL6140w7dk/Ts32wK5UQoI/AAAAAAAAFVw/ZNlZAQZxmno/s400/Roger%2BFry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678466012602974850" border="0" /></a><br />Vanessa no permitió que su hermana Virginia se inmiscuyera en su relación con Fry, como ya lo hiciera en la que tenía con su marido Clive. En 1912 Vanessa entró en uno de sus mayores periodos creativos y realizó la Segunda Exposición Post Impresionista.<br /><br /><br /><br />En julio de 1913 se convirtió en miembro fundador de The Omega Workshops. Después de romper con Roger Fry, pero conservar su amistad, cosa que le era fácil , lo mismo ocurrió con Clive Bell, Vanessa se hizo amante de Duncan Grant, de quien tuvo a su hija Angelica, el 25 de diciembre de 1918. Vanessa residió algunas temporadas en Francia, en Cassis.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxH_vMd1LTY/Ts32Wtz27aI/AAAAAAAAFVk/FnWG6oID03U/s1600/Angelica%2BBell.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxH_vMd1LTY/Ts32Wtz27aI/AAAAAAAAFVk/FnWG6oID03U/s400/Angelica%2BBell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678465575298723234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lveYi7vo1vI/Ts32LUJki8I/AAAAAAAAFVY/ghjbq04g3v4/s1600/duncan.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lveYi7vo1vI/Ts32LUJki8I/AAAAAAAAFVY/ghjbq04g3v4/s400/duncan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678465379431910338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w9S1fnssQig/Ts31_-x34WI/AAAAAAAAFVM/pwQ4jImny48/s1600/Aldous%2BHuxley.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w9S1fnssQig/Ts31_-x34WI/AAAAAAAAFVM/pwQ4jImny48/s400/Aldous%2BHuxley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678465184716808546" border="0" /></a><br />En 1935, el pintor fauvista Segonzac declaró que Vanessa Bell era la mejor pintora de Inglaterra.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vqGkane8UPw/Ts31x6WDDBI/AAAAAAAAFVA/B3af4Na0rLs/s1600/3-spring-vanessa-bell.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vqGkane8UPw/Ts31x6WDDBI/AAAAAAAAFVA/B3af4Na0rLs/s400/3-spring-vanessa-bell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678464943008189458" border="0" /></a><br />En 1918 pintó La Bañera. Evoca el silencio, la ausencia, la lejanía, la soledad y la insatisfacción. Era la época en que compartía el amor de Duncan Grant con el amante de este, David Garnet (Bunny), se ocupaba de la casa, los niños y de atender las necesidades de ambos. Otra pintura famosa de Vanessa fue "A Conversation", donde tres enormes mujeres llenan el cuadro.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmACqAGiE-0/Ts31dE3jBTI/AAAAAAAAFU0/QHtv9pjLVjY/s1600/bell-vanessa-conversation-4625-p.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmACqAGiE-0/Ts31dE3jBTI/AAAAAAAAFU0/QHtv9pjLVjY/s400/bell-vanessa-conversation-4625-p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678464585055798578" border="0" /></a><br />Realizó además el diseño de las cubiertas de los libros de su hermana Virginia, recubriendo con unos dibujos que emanaban serenidad, suavidad, fluidez, toda la gama de sensaciones que fluían de los textos.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J040Izz46jA/Ts31M5dqb9I/AAAAAAAAFUo/vX7UcfG7K7g/s1600/6-vanessa-bell-interior-with-a-table-1921.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J040Izz46jA/Ts31M5dqb9I/AAAAAAAAFUo/vX7UcfG7K7g/s400/6-vanessa-bell-interior-with-a-table-1921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678464307116535762" border="0" /></a><br />Algunas descripciones que realiza Virginia en sus obras (por ejemplo, en Orlando: "las nubes blancas fueron rojas, las colinas violeta, los bosques púrpura, los valles negros -está describiendo el declinar del sol-") nos sugiere que pudo estar influida por el tratamiento del color que hacia su hermana en su pintura.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVVKIm5jLJ4/Ts306jcf3ZI/AAAAAAAAFUc/61gEHOUpulc/s1600/A%2Bgirl%2Breading.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVVKIm5jLJ4/Ts306jcf3ZI/AAAAAAAAFUc/61gEHOUpulc/s400/A%2Bgirl%2Breading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678463991968423314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Vanessa vivió hasta el 7 de abril de 1961. Tuvo siete nietos. Siempre mantuvo un halo de misterio impenetrable, un enigma que obstaculizaba ser conocida a fondo, ni siquiera por quienes más amaba.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqzovFENMbA/Ts30mpitIXI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/QMKgPR-SCf4/s1600/Leonard%2BSidney%2BWoolf.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqzovFENMbA/Ts30mpitIXI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/QMKgPR-SCf4/s400/Leonard%2BSidney%2BWoolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678463650007687538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzWiu72UyNE/Ts30SMmTZNI/AAAAAAAAFUE/wcANt82i6VM/s1600/Angelica%2BGarnett%2Band%2Bher%2Bfour%2Bdaughters.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uzWiu72UyNE/Ts30SMmTZNI/AAAAAAAAFUE/wcANt82i6VM/s400/Angelica%2BGarnett%2Band%2Bher%2Bfour%2Bdaughters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678463298640766162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4osyr5VawU/Ts30DsjlpaI/AAAAAAAAFT4/0H1HFiLq0NY/s1600/Saxon%2BSydney-Turner%2Bat%2Bthe%2BPiano.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj2GvtpAoVY/Ts3v7ztMNGI/AAAAAAAAFQI/rETOkuWgI6k/s400/West%2BPier%252C%2BBrighton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678458515955135586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgerpW1XcOQ/Ts3vsZadRVI/AAAAAAAAFP8/7mYlaZA6go0/s1600/Garden%2Bat%2BCharleston.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgerpW1XcOQ/Ts3vsZadRVI/AAAAAAAAFP8/7mYlaZA6go0/s400/Garden%2Bat%2BCharleston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678458251199202642" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-6735117658060504001?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-75514565998199384562011-11-19T03:48:00.006-04:002011-11-19T03:56:34.815-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMDHHOEMTUo/Tsdg5II-4II/AAAAAAAAFPw/9oLK-FR9yYU/s1600/gage%2Bopdenbrouw.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMDHHOEMTUo/Tsdg5II-4II/AAAAAAAAFPw/9oLK-FR9yYU/s400/gage%2Bopdenbrouw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676612389877768322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Gage Opdenbrouw<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Poema del olvido<br /><br />Es prioritario olvidarlo todo,<br />olvidar la misma lectura de Cortázar,<br />olvidar a Polanski,<br />el Dakota, a Mr.X<br />olvidar a Buñuel,<br />así reza una película suya, ¿no?<br />olvidar tus aciertos,<br />¡qué gracia!<br />olvidar tus errores,<br />-mejor-,<br />olvidar tus sonrisas,<br />pues anda que tu crueldad...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHa4U6wjRA4/TsdgnQHEVnI/AAAAAAAAFPk/6HalNIxbbcE/s1600/ALAN%2BMACDONALD.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHa4U6wjRA4/TsdgnQHEVnI/AAAAAAAAFPk/6HalNIxbbcE/s400/ALAN%2BMACDONALD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676612082779575922" border="0" /></a><br />ALAN MACDONALD<br /><br /><br /><br />Olvidar tus manías,<br />olvidar los paraguas<br />negros en una tarde mística.<br />Olvidar los sueños: los sueños todos,<br />olvidar el azar: olvidarlo también.<br /><br />Olvidar la magia, sí, sí, olvidarla,<br />y ni resto de poemas:<br />fuera los polacos que conmueven,<br />los salvadoreños que sacuden,<br />fuera para siempre los suicidas,<br />ni hablar de la Pizarnik,<br />ni saber de la Peri Rossi,<br />ni asomarse el de Cuenca.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-zMHpKIT0c/TsdgQ_C-OqI/AAAAAAAAFPY/30qV9dJZHng/s1600/QueenBitch%2BCarrie%2BAnn%2BBaade.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-zMHpKIT0c/TsdgQ_C-OqI/AAAAAAAAFPY/30qV9dJZHng/s400/QueenBitch%2BCarrie%2BAnn%2BBaade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676611700241873570" border="0" /></a><br />Carrie Ann Baade<br /><br /><br /><br />Olvidar que un día te inventaste<br />mermelada en la comisura de mis labios y la saboreaste.<br /><br />Olvidar que protegías mis medias<br />de las nubes y las apartabas de la lluvia.<br /><br />Olvidar las trazas de las líneas<br />que decoran tu cuerpo y te dejan plasmado en carboncillo.<br /><br />Olvidar mi sujetador en el tendedero<br />cuando lo recogías.<br /><br />Olvidar mil veces que la luna sonreía.<br /><br />Olvidar, por Dios, el placer en tu rostro.<br /><br />Olvidar, ¡por caridad!<br />la música de Schubert sobre el volcán.<br /><br />Olvidar, ¡sí, carajo!<br />quién era Simone Choule<br />y quién Rosemary<br />y quién era la maga<br />y Rocamadour, y Mimi y Carol,<br /><br />¡basta,<br />prioritario olvidar,<br />ya basta!<br /><br />Y entonces: olvidar,<br />hasta la misma entraña<br />hasta el hueso del olvido.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_l1GAgJ6ps/Tsdf9pax1QI/AAAAAAAAFPM/xPEHGEGGshU/s1600/van%2BOostzanen.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_l1GAgJ6ps/Tsdf9pax1QI/AAAAAAAAFPM/xPEHGEGGshU/s400/van%2BOostzanen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676611368018629890" border="0" /></a><br />Van Oostzanen<br /><br /><br /><br />Olvidarlo todo, olvidarlo otra vez y otra<br />y olvidarlo otra,<br /><br />y morir de olvido, y morir de<br />traza y morir de cuerpo y morir de sonrisa<br />y morir de carboncillo y de carbunclo y de medias<br />y de perfumes y labios,<br />y morir de lluvia.<br /><br />Y cuando haya muerto de olvido<br />que el olvido ya no viva más,<br />que ya no viva más...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5rvW3_-8aE/TsdfhhHanwI/AAAAAAAAFPA/kvu6G6swYaM/s1600/Rebecca%2BCampbell.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5rvW3_-8aE/TsdfhhHanwI/AAAAAAAAFPA/kvu6G6swYaM/s400/Rebecca%2BCampbell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676610884753596162" border="0" /></a><br />Rebecca Campbell</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-7551456599819938456?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-12131413631036441712011-11-15T14:30:00.008-04:002011-11-15T14:38:31.672-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYLWnLSk7Rc/TsKwkbp37pI/AAAAAAAAFO0/5mZFxi97Tko/s1600/DIEGO%2BRIVERA.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYLWnLSk7Rc/TsKwkbp37pI/AAAAAAAAFO0/5mZFxi97Tko/s400/DIEGO%2BRIVERA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675292620385414802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Diego Rivera</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">os días malos sirven para aprender a valorar los buenos días</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">La versión -siempre positiva- que ha de quedar de todos esos días fatales que tenemos los seres vivos debería de ser esta.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Apliquemos ese famoso dicho del refranero español ("no hay mal que por bien no venga") a todos los fatídicos días que no nos satisfacen.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Esas noches que -al valorar el día- decidimos suspender notoriamente el día vivido.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Ya sea bien por nuestro propio estado de ánimo o bien por los factores que nos rodean, todos vivimos estados de incomodidad con nosotros mismos o con nuestro entorno, ya sabes, "al mal tiempo buena cara", sonríe y grítale al día malo:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">¡Vete al carajo!, que mañana un nuevo día amanecerá y será mejor que tu.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Otro refrán dice que "el hombre es el único animal que tropieza dos veces en la misma piedra", intenta invalidar el dicho para que pase a decir "el hombre (o la mujer) era el único animal que tropezaba dos veces en la misma piedra" o bien "yo no tropiezo dos veces en la misma piedra" o bien "el hombre, excepto yo, es el único animal que tropieza dos veces en la misma piedra", todas estas nuevas versiones nos evitaran muchos días malos.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Recuerda que el tiempo no se para y siempre pasa sin poder recuperarlo, tanto el bueno como el malo, por tanto disfruta a tope los buenos días e intenta pasar airoso y con las mínimas secuelas posibles de los malos días, por tu propia salud.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Saludos,</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCndcXSgkOg/TsKwSmOEnSI/AAAAAAAAFOo/uBR1uCNICs4/s1600/Piotr_Naliwajko_3.jpg"><img style="display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCndcXSgkOg/Eisman%20SemenowskyTsKwSmOEnSI/AAAAAAAAFOo/uBR1uCNICs4/s400/Piotr_Naliwajko_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675292313983950114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Piotr Naliwajko</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OAmor-8hzR0/TsKv-XV5a3I/AAAAAAAAFOc/4dg47E2ZXO0/s1600/PAUL%2BNASH.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OAmor-8hzR0/TsKv-XV5a3I/AAAAAAAAFOc/4dg47E2ZXO0/s400/PAUL%2BNASH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675291966392855410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Paul Nash</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-1213141363103644171?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-92072841908418464732011-11-11T04:46:00.016-04:002011-11-11T05:07:39.939-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJJSOZb7hKk/TrzlUD5yhEI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/FdelDuQuzRg/s1600/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJJSOZb7hKk/TrzlUD5yhEI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/FdelDuQuzRg/s400/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673661763387819074" border="0" /></a><br />Cartas<br /><br /> * Hoy dentro de la sección, Mis artistas favoritos, os presento al pintor: Alan Feltus.<br /> * Un artista que traspasa el lienzo con las emociones de los personajes que retrata.<br /><br />a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci2Oeb2emuI/TrzlIeYJXzI/AAAAAAAAFOE/K0gsn-kMA78/s1600/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-2.jpeg"&gt;<img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci2Oeb2emuI/TrzlIeYJXzI/AAAAAAAAFOE/K0gsn-kMA78/s400/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673661564336037682" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J0E57xneHsk/Trzk_rIXQMI/AAAAAAAAFN4/s_VuoRHnIms/s1600/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-3.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ami3H6iCoKU/Trzh3JfDAnI/AAAAAAAAFJw/j1ImBIGksTM/s400/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-25.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673657968135176818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TTmyUn9IWdA/Trzhu_i8LCI/AAAAAAAAFJk/bQoPw2jVAgU/s1600/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-26.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TTmyUn9IWdA/Trzhu_i8LCI/AAAAAAAAFJk/bQoPw2jVAgU/s400/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-26.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673657828028197922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i4cwYG8Zav0/TrzhmbQLeMI/AAAAAAAAFJY/ZYxddBbABaw/s1600/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-27.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i4cwYG8Zav0/TrzhmbQLeMI/AAAAAAAAFJY/ZYxddBbABaw/s400/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-27.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673657680846878914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKcBHMZVij0/TrzhZmcPkMI/AAAAAAAAFJM/kNAHklj5OCM/s1600/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-28.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKcBHMZVij0/TrzhZmcPkMI/AAAAAAAAFJM/kNAHklj5OCM/s400/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-28.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673657460511969474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_6479PTWso/TrzhSWuuc5I/AAAAAAAAFJA/Ej2pY4MU3s0/s1600/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-29.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_6479PTWso/TrzhSWuuc5I/AAAAAAAAFJA/Ej2pY4MU3s0/s400/alan-feltus-expresando-inexpresable-L-29.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673657336035439506" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-9207284190841846473?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-27606298637906867502011-11-08T04:02:00.037-04:002011-11-08T04:56:05.908-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYunsWRhZ0Q/Trjt-jW0jjI/AAAAAAAAFI0/rLKI4-RTC2c/s1600/the-letter-dan-earle.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYunsWRhZ0Q/Trjt-jW0jjI/AAAAAAAAFI0/rLKI4-RTC2c/s400/the-letter-dan-earle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672545389571771954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Dan Earle<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G9uELPAxZ2U/Trjtk6FFPWI/AAAAAAAAFIo/iYBcLLczRm8/s1600/Marcus%2BStone.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G9uELPAxZ2U/Trjtk6FFPWI/AAAAAAAAFIo/iYBcLLczRm8/s400/Marcus%2BStone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672544948994784610" border="0" /></a><br />Marcus Stone<br /><br />• Todo lo que de vos quisiera<br />• es tan poco en el fondo<br />• porque en el fondo es todo<br />• como un perro que pasa, una colina,<br />• esas cosas de nada, cotidianas,<br />• espiga y cabellera y dos terrones<br />• el olor de tu cuerpo,<br />• lo que decís de cualquier cosa,<br />• conmigo o contra mía,<br />• todo eso es tan poco<br />• yo lo quiero de vos porque te quiero.<br />• Que mires más allá de mí,<br />• que me ames con violenta prescindencia<br />• del mañana, que el grito<br />• de tu entrega se estrelle<br />• en la cara de un jefe de oficina,<br />• y que el placer que juntos inventamos<br />• sea otro signo de la libertad.<br /><br />Julio Cortázar, Salvo el crepúsculo, Buenos Aires, Ed. Alfaguara, 1996<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/httpMarcus%20Stone://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QOCGNksv9-8/TrjtKBb8QCI/AAAAAAAAFIc/jkz9bnJQyw4/s1600/Henry%2BJ%2BHudson.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QOCGNksv9-8/TrjtKBb8QCI/AAAAAAAAFIc/jkz9bnJQyw4/s400/Henry%2BJ%2BHudson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672544487113244706" border="0" /></a><br />Henry J Hudson<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgsO9IXrd_4/Trjs4bQZmBI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/e8npWusUQkI/s1600/the-letter%2BJack%2BVettriano.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgsO9IXrd_4/Trjs4bQZmBI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/e8npWusUQkI/s400/the-letter%2BJack%2BVettriano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672544184806512658" border="0" /></a><br />Jack Vettriano<br /><br />• La carta que te escribo merece la palidez de tu rubor.<br />• Entre líneas<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4NJHw9XO5Q/TrjsoVNCRUI/AAAAAAAAFIE/RWUJdg6qAqk/s1600/Robert%2BAaron%2BFrame.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4NJHw9XO5Q/TrjsoVNCRUI/AAAAAAAAFIE/RWUJdg6qAqk/s400/Robert%2BAaron%2BFrame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672543908303881538" border="0" /></a><br />Robert Aaron Frame<br /><br />• hallarás la piel de mi voz.<br />• Al borde de tus párpados encendidos<br />• s<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg8y5-bMigg/TrjsSMUpqLI/AAAAAAAAFH4/TRdWID_aQQc/s1600/James%2BTaylor.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg8y5-bMigg/TrjsSMUpqLI/AAAAAAAAFH4/TRdWID_aQQc/s400/James%2BTaylor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672543527962781874" border="0" /></a><br />James Taylor<br /><br />• residirán por un momento<br />• mis proposiciones.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbpPMJyXNJo/Trjr63DGlNI/AAAAAAAAFHs/iSFTUzR5XiM/s1600/Delphin%2BEnjorlas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbpPMJyXNJo/Trjr63DGlNI/AAAAAAAAFHs/iSFTUzR5XiM/s400/Delphin%2BEnjorlas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672543127115044050" border="0" /></a><br />Delphin Enjorlas<br /><br />• Tus ojos,<br />• gratos gatos roedores de mi mensaje,<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3fYSHI-RPU/TrjrotW_c2I/AAAAAAAAFHg/Oenr_C7NF08/s1600/cassatt_the_letter.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3fYSHI-RPU/TrjrotW_c2I/AAAAAAAAFHg/Oenr_C7NF08/s400/cassatt_the_letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672542815276462946" border="0" /></a><br />Mary Cassatt<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UO23oMeFksY/TrjrVL86HvI/AAAAAAAAFHU/evfQ8vtWNSY/s1600/Michael%252BParkes.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UO23oMeFksY/TrjrVL86HvI/AAAAAAAAFHU/evfQ8vtWNSY/s400/Michael%252BParkes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672542479891177202" border="0" /></a><br />Michael Parkes<br /><br /><br />• a las que no deberás temer.<br />• Pero lee esta carta<br />• antes que amanezca,<br />• no sea que el sol<br />• borre los destellos de la tinta,<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BKi0T3cQiwE/Trjq9huu0aI/AAAAAAAAFHI/IiLy7mTra1g/s1600/Andreotti_Federigo%252B_The_Love_Letter_Oil_On_Canvas_On_Board.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BKi0T3cQiwE/Trjq9huu0aI/AAAAAAAAFHI/IiLy7mTra1g/s400/Andreotti_Federigo%252B_The_Love_Letter_Oil_On_Canvas_On_Board.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672542073420435874" border="0" /></a><br />Federigo Andreotti<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5r6jJjVkJDg/TrjqzZcpY7I/AAAAAAAAFG8/6I7K4AxaskE/s1600/Auguste%252BToulmouche.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5r6jJjVkJDg/TrjqzZcpY7I/AAAAAAAAFG8/6I7K4AxaskE/s400/Auguste%252BToulmouche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672541899398407090" border="0" /></a><br />Auguste Toulmouche<br /><br />• el flujo de mis sueños<br />• absorbidos<br />• en la celulosa fibra del papel.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfLSn_ZxuDI/Trjqa0_abFI/AAAAAAAAFGw/gAfZmC8bP5U/s1600/Hermann%252BKern.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfLSn_ZxuDI/Trjqa0_abFI/AAAAAAAAFGw/gAfZmC8bP5U/s400/Hermann%252BKern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672541477295254610" border="0" /></a><br />Hermann Kern<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqxHm0-OzFU/TrjqE7iCNWI/AAAAAAAAFGk/NxD4Nf7Cglc/s1600/Heywood%252BHardy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqxHm0-OzFU/TrjqE7iCNWI/AAAAAAAAFGk/NxD4Nf7Cglc/s400/Heywood%252BHardy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672541101093959010" border="0" /></a><br />Heywood Hardy<br /><br />• Léela ahora,<br />• viaja desde tu cama<br />• o desde el sitio donde estés<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PClnbdeuY3I/TrjpvSdAx0I/AAAAAAAAFGY/J3wf8j3-ULk/s1600/Induno_Domenico_The_LetterDomenico%252BInduno.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PClnbdeuY3I/TrjpvSdAx0I/AAAAAAAAFGY/J3wf8j3-ULk/s400/Induno_Domenico_The_LetterDomenico%252BInduno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672540729289787202" border="0" /></a><br />Domenico Induno<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCEqeI6jrzA/TrjpeS9zkSI/AAAAAAAAFGM/9kl1Rd48_mw/s1600/Jean-Honore%252BFragonard.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCEqeI6jrzA/TrjpeS9zkSI/AAAAAAAAFGM/9kl1Rd48_mw/s400/Jean-Honore%252BFragonard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672540437369557282" border="0" /></a><br />Jean-Honore Fragonard<br /><br /><br /><a honore="" fragonardur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSq4gHFo8LY/TrjpLoAPfMI/AAAAAAAAFGA/Hfg-KXs24tE/s1600/Johannes%252BChristiaan%252BKarel%252BKlinkenberg.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSq4gHFo8LY/TrjpLoAPfMI/AAAAAAAAFGA/Hfg-KXs24tE/s400/Johannes%252BChristiaan%252BKarel%252BKlinkenberg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672540116599405762" border="0" /></a><br />Johannes Christiaan Karel Klinkenberg<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlpdKOw5Fvo/Trjo6aX7NfI/AAAAAAAAFF0/T0ejgkeD6zs/s1600/John%252BWilliam%252BGodward.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlpdKOw5Fvo/Trjo6aX7NfI/AAAAAAAAFF0/T0ejgkeD6zs/s400/John%252BWilliam%252BGodward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672539820882867698" border="0" /></a><br />John William Godward<br /><br />• a través de su literatura<br />• pues en ella encontrarás<br />• alfombras mágicas,<br />• encantadores de serpientes,<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qok7IGTMoAA/TrjonMie7ZI/AAAAAAAAFFo/i9ntIwVXZbU/s1600/Julian%252BAlden%252BWeir.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qok7IGTMoAA/TrjonMie7ZI/AAAAAAAAFFo/i9ntIwVXZbU/s400/Julian%252BAlden%252BWeir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672539490751540626" border="0" /></a><br />Julian Alden Weir<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wAL6_Pp2x8/TrjoYx_fFaI/AAAAAAAAFFc/fW6zNFDQySE/s1600/Julius%252BLeBlanc%252BStewart.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wAL6_Pp2x8/TrjoYx_fFaI/AAAAAAAAFFc/fW6zNFDQySE/s400/Julius%252BLeBlanc%252BStewart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672539243107259810" border="0" /></a><br />Julius LeBlanc Stewart<br />• pájaros<br />• picoteando peras<br />• y peces voladores<br />• trasegando sirenas.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJSAjsx_vyM/TrjoAU6hflI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/6KiiZSl2Iy0/s1600/Karl%252BSchweninger.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJSAjsx_vyM/TrjoAU6hflI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/6KiiZSl2Iy0/s400/Karl%252BSchweninger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672538822984957522" border="0" /></a><br />Karl Schweninger<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkTLCZftDsE/TrjnsDrhLbI/AAAAAAAAFFE/Up_8yok_Agg/s1600/Kate%252BGray.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkTLCZftDsE/TrjnsDrhLbI/AAAAAAAAFFE/Up_8yok_Agg/s400/Kate%252BGray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672538474761235890" border="0" /></a><br />Kate Gray<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvocY2vxmKg/TrjnbPDZqRI/AAAAAAAAFE4/H6pku3-ZcFY/s1600/Ladislas%252BWladislaw%252Bvon%252BCzachorski.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvocY2vxmKg/TrjnbPDZqRI/AAAAAAAAFE4/H6pku3-ZcFY/s400/Ladislas%252BWladislaw%252Bvon%252BCzachorski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672538185756420370" border="0" /></a><br />Ladislas Wladislaw von Czachorski<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ra_5nA8SGS8/TrjnDIl1RcI/AAAAAAAAFEs/ILVM7pKBH-8/s1600/Lynch_Albert_The_Letter%252BAlbert%252BLynch.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ra_5nA8SGS8/TrjnDIl1RcI/AAAAAAAAFEs/ILVM7pKBH-8/s400/Lynch_Albert_The_Letter%252BAlbert%252BLynch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672537771704927682" border="0" /></a><br />Albert Lynch<br /><br />• Léela al revés y al derecho,<br />• y cuando la termines<br />• cierra los ojos<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJCAUaOwFbo/Trjmr2pYRDI/AAAAAAAAFEg/g0ke0Rvt4-Q/s1600/Madrazo_y_Garreta_The_Love_Letter.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJCAUaOwFbo/Trjmr2pYRDI/AAAAAAAAFEg/g0ke0Rvt4-Q/s400/Madrazo_y_Garreta_The_Love_Letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672537371750974514" border="0" /></a><br />Madrazo y Garreta<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXK2iA9zEiQ/TrjmYcpv2-I/AAAAAAAAFEU/P0F__CV2wJE/s1600/Munier_Emile_La_LettreEmile%252BMunier.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXK2iA9zEiQ/TrjmYcpv2-I/AAAAAAAAFEU/P0F__CV2wJE/s400/Munier_Emile_La_LettreEmile%252BMunier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672537038355684322" border="0" /></a><br />Emile Munier<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-te7KyuMeU/TrjmICtXexI/AAAAAAAAFEI/aUVeNYnOWuE/s1600/Petrus%252BVan%252BSchendel.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-te7KyuMeU/TrjmICtXexI/AAAAAAAAFEI/aUVeNYnOWuE/s400/Petrus%252BVan%252BSchendel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672536756513635090" border="0" /></a><br />Petrus Van Schendel<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI863L8mztA/Trjl0kgolKI/AAAAAAAAFD8/a1hy673HYR4/s1600/Raphael%252BDe%252BOchoa%252By%252BMadrazo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI863L8mztA/Trjl0kgolKI/AAAAAAAAFD8/a1hy673HYR4/s400/Raphael%252BDe%252BOchoa%252By%252BMadrazo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672536421989651618" border="0" /></a><br />Raphael De Ochoa y Madrazo<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wl31VWDZra8/TrjljpKRWvI/AAAAAAAAFDw/pCavs4CINS8/s1600/Ricci_Pio_The_Love_Letter%252Bpio%252Bricci.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wl31VWDZra8/TrjljpKRWvI/AAAAAAAAFDw/pCavs4CINS8/s400/Ricci_Pio_The_Love_Letter%252Bpio%252Bricci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672536131180255986" border="0" /></a><br />Pio Ricci<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTiJmDNE0RE/TrjlRH2ebBI/AAAAAAAAFDk/lxfa3qKDunA/s1600/The_LetterJames%252BJacques%252BJoseph%252BTissot.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTiJmDNE0RE/TrjlRH2ebBI/AAAAAAAAFDk/lxfa3qKDunA/s400/The_LetterJames%252BJacques%252BJoseph%252BTissot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672535813001210898" border="0" /></a><br />James Jacques Joseph Tissot<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNRSh7q8dGc/Trjku6dTJ6I/AAAAAAAAFDY/E4c6BmE7Qm8/s1600/theLoveLetter%252BWilliam%252BHarris%252BWeatherhead.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNRSh7q8dGc/Trjku6dTJ6I/AAAAAAAAFDY/E4c6BmE7Qm8/s400/theLoveLetter%252BWilliam%252BHarris%252BWeatherhead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672535225290401698" border="0" /></a><br />William Harris Weatherhead<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBsHK_VuWvE/Trjka6TtmxI/AAAAAAAAFDM/J9wQTKME_YE/s1600/Thomas%252BBenjamin%252BKennington.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBsHK_VuWvE/Trjka6TtmxI/AAAAAAAAFDM/J9wQTKME_YE/s400/Thomas%252BBenjamin%252BKennington.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672534881652808466" border="0" /></a><br />Thomas Benjamin Kennington<br /><br />• para que mis palpitaciones<br />• descansen<br />• en<br />• paz.<br /><br />• La Carta , Ariel Montoya<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wD5BkN69vRs/Trjj5wF6fZI/AAAAAAAAFDA/i9jQQ5N5MwQ/s1600/Toulmouche_Auguste_The_Letter.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wD5BkN69vRs/Trjj5wF6fZI/AAAAAAAAFDA/i9jQQ5N5MwQ/s400/Toulmouche_Auguste_The_Letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672534311974894994" border="0" /></a><br />Auguste Toulmouche<br /><br />• "Vivo en un barrio de la ciudad tan apartado<br />• que el cartero me manda las cartas dirigidas a mí."<br />Henry Youngman<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QO7z7wkmQIU/TrjjPlZ01II/AAAAAAAAFC0/KeG_Z8tHH-Q/s1600/Eugene%252Bde%252BBlaas%252B%25281843-1931%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QO7z7wkmQIU/TrjjPlZ01II/AAAAAAAAFC0/KeG_Z8tHH-Q/s400/Eugene%252Bde%252BBlaas%252B%25281843-1931%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672533587551114370" border="0" /></a><br />Eugene de Blaas<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07F5yBX5fIA/Trji4BGfcII/AAAAAAAAFCo/aY-FfMqV118/s1600/Henry%252BLejeune%252B%25281820-1904%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07F5yBX5fIA/Trji4BGfcII/AAAAAAAAFCo/aY-FfMqV118/s400/Henry%252BLejeune%252B%25281820-1904%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672533182669353090" border="0" /></a><br />Henry Lejeune<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ82DjwYnPg/TrjiiO6dC7I/AAAAAAAAFCc/WBIheNFbWTk/s1600/La%252Bcarta%252C%252Bdel%252Bpintor%252Bchileno%252BPedro%252BLira..jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ82DjwYnPg/TrjiiO6dC7I/AAAAAAAAFCc/WBIheNFbWTk/s400/La%252Bcarta%252C%252Bdel%252Bpintor%252Bchileno%252BPedro%252BLira..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672532808419838898" border="0" /></a><br />Pedro Lira</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-2760629863790686750?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-34689304991042347052011-11-04T04:29:00.012-04:002011-11-04T04:58:49.542-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0pJ6uw1q8wM/TrOoZKUSC5I/AAAAAAAAFCQ/i4GNWCcvx1A/s1600/Frantisek%252BKupka.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0pJ6uw1q8wM/TrOoZKUSC5I/AAAAAAAAFCQ/i4GNWCcvx1A/s400/Frantisek%252BKupka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671061506009205650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Frantisek Kuoka<br />.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5I96LL13KE/TrOoItEK_LI/AAAAAAAAFCE/nKCJG0kcFkU/s1600/giovanni-bellini-mujer-peinandose.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5I96LL13KE/TrOoItEK_LI/AAAAAAAAFCE/nKCJG0kcFkU/s400/giovanni-bellini-mujer-peinandose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671061223279099058" border="0" /></a><br />Giovanni<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rK8fXCTlDYE/TrOnt2gWOWI/AAAAAAAAFB4/JLZkpboj4SI/s1600/4DPictEnrique%252BVidal%252BAbascal.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rK8fXCTlDYE/TrOnt2gWOWI/AAAAAAAAFB4/JLZkpboj4SI/s400/4DPictEnrique%252BVidal%252BAbascal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671060761956727138" border="0" /></a><br />Vidal<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy7hvr2IJnM/TrOnPr5lrzI/AAAAAAAAFBs/J2DzS_FsGC8/s1600/Dante_Christoffer_Rossetti_-_Lady_Lilith.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy7hvr2IJnM/TrOnPr5lrzI/AAAAAAAAFBs/J2DzS_FsGC8/s400/%20%20%20%20%20Dante_La%20dama%20ante%20el%20espejo%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20Como%20en%20embriagadora%20especer%C3%ADa%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20desata%20sin%20ruido%20en%20la%20fluidez%20clara%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20del%20espejo%20sus%20fatigados%20gestos;%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20e%20introduce%20all%C3%AD%20su%20sonrisa.%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20Y%20aguarda%20hasta%20que%20de%20todo%20eso%20ascienda%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20el%20l%C3%ADquido;%20luego%20vierte%20el%20cabello%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20en%20el%20espejo%20y,%20alzando%20los%20hombros%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20maravillosos%20del%20traje%20de%20noche%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20bebe%20callada%20de%20su%20imagen.%20Bebe%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20lo%20que%20una%20amante%20en%20%C3%A9xtasis%20bebiera,%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20inquiriendo%20desconfiada,%20y%20hace%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20un%20gui%C3%B1o%20a%20su%20doncella,%20si%20ve%20luces%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20sobre%20el%20fondo%20del%20espejo,%20roperos,%20%E2%80%A2%20%20%20%20y%20lo%20turbio%20de%20una%20hora%20trasnochada.%20Rilke%20Gabriel_Rossetti_-_Lady_Lilith.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671060243713732402" border="0" /></a><br />.Christoffer<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpVWZoMGneI/TrOm_cr9y1I/AAAAAAAAFBg/iFm2jk6cU3s/s1600/Diego%252BRodr%25C3%25ADguez%252Bde%252BSilva%252By%252BVel%25C3%25A1zquez.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpVWZoMGneI/TrOm_cr9y1I/AAAAAAAAFBg/iFm2jk6cU3s/s400/Diego%252BRodr%25C3%25ADguez%252Bde%252BSilva%252By%252BVel%25C3%25A1zquez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671059964752153426" border="0" /></a><br />Diego Rodriguez<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SzDRQAO_gk/TrOmyu1ARlI/AAAAAAAAFBU/21TAXoc3yFE/s1600/Dino%252BValls.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SzDRQAO_gk/TrOmyu1ARlI/AAAAAAAAFBU/21TAXoc3yFE/s400/Dino%252BValls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671059746283603538" border="0" /></a><br />Dino Valls<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LRp1EwKql70/TrOmZMc6alI/AAAAAAAAFBI/AZgWkWtO5EY/s1600/eckersbergChristoffer%252BEckersberg.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LRp1EwKql70/TrOmZMc6alI/AAAAAAAAFBI/AZgWkWtO5EY/s400/eckersbergChristoffer%252BEckersberg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671059307559021138" border="0" /></a><br />.Christoffer<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tazc3IUOCMg/TrOmL5LpghI/AAAAAAAAFA8/dHlZbrpl3Nw/s1600/Edouard%252BManet.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tazc3IUOCMg/TrOmL5LpghI/AAAAAAAAFA8/dHlZbrpl3Nw/s400/Edouard%252BManet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671059079048036882" border="0" /></a><br />.Manet<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wJnWtrt4ic/TrOl_HiKBzI/AAAAAAAAFAw/c_QRWm-nCnI/s1600/Eduardo%252BAnievas%252BCortines.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wJnWtrt4ic/TrOl_HiKBzI/AAAAAAAAFAw/c_QRWm-nCnI/s400/Eduardo%252BAnievas%252BCortines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671058859562239794" border="0" /></a><br />.Théophile-Alexandre Steinlen<br /><br /><br /><br />a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLf2dbzexR8/TrOlZWfflmI/AAAAAAAAFAk/XBvosiqySzA/s1600/Th%2Théophile-Alexandre Steinlen5C3%25A9ophile-Alexandre%252BSteinlen.jpg"&gt;<img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLf2dbzexR8/TrOlZWfflmI/AAAAAAAAFAk/XBvosiqySzA/s400/Th%25C3%25A9ophile-Alexandre%252BSteinlen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671058210742572642" border="0" /><br />.Théophile-Alexandre Steinlen<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYh5P54gMhY/TrOlKntTbSI/AAAAAAAAFAY/P1MbVUFHFj0/s1600/Vittorio%Berthe%20Morisot%20252BReggianini.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYh5P54gMhY/TrOlKntTbSI/AAAAAAAAFAY/P1MbVUFHFj0/s400/Vittorio%252BReggianini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671057957665860898" border="0" /></a><br />.<br />Berthe Morisot<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IeWBClodIKE/TrOkqyP-FmI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/rXF0P8bly3E/s1600/WomanToilette%252Bmorisot.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IeWBClodIKE/TrOkqyP-FmI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/rXF0P8bly3E/s400/WomanToilette%252Bmorisot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671057410739803746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />.Berthe Morisot<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVMoYhLfsmk/TrOj_8lm_BI/AAAAAAAAFAA/SKG40UNssZI/s1600/Xavier%252BGoXavier%20Gos%C3%A9s%25C3%25A9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVMoYhLfsmk/TrOj_8lm_BI/AAAAAAAAFAA/SKG40UNssZI/s400/Xavier%252BGos%25C3%25A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671056674780544018" border="0" /></a><br />Xavier Gosé</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-3468930499104234705?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-50875438708163335042011-10-31T03:46:00.011-04:002011-10-31T04:08:18.655-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu7AC3n3uIM/Tq5V9xjS6QI/AAAAAAAAE_0/AdduXEkuqLQ/s1600/alberto%2Bvazquez.jpg%2Bmuchacha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu7AC3n3uIM/Tq5V9xjS6QI/AAAAAAAAE_0/AdduXEkuqLQ/s400/albertFui%20poetisa%20del%20mar,%20del%20cielo,%20volaba%20con%20mis%20alas%20de%20viento,%20%C2%BFpor%20qu%C3%A9%20me%20las%20arrancaste?%20%C2%A1Cruel%21%20Tuvo%20que%20ser%20por%20la%20espalda,%20convendr%C3%A1s%20por%20una%20vez%20conmigo%20que%20no%20dice%20bien%20de%20ti,%20no.%20%20o%2Bvazquez.jpg%2Bmuchacha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669563500667791618" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Alberto Vázquez<br /><br />.<br />Fui poetisa<br />de la tierra,<br />sentí su vida<br />y le hablaba<br />de dolores,<br />sí,<br />de dolores…<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aBrJ9Wixpso/Tq5Vny4DZGI/AAAAAAAAE_o/93hTud7bGjM/s1600/roberto%2Bferri2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aBrJ9Wixpso/Tq5Vny4DZGI/AAAAAAAAE_o/93hTud7bGjM/s400/roberto%2Bferri2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669563123066168418" border="0" /></a><br />Roberto FerriLos tibetanos dicen que<br />nuestros pies se conectan<br />a la tierra,<br />y que de nuestro ombligo<br />sale un hilo invisible<br />azul y plateado<br />que nos lleva a viajar<br />desde la mente.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QEjflQ7d2Y/Tq5VTu_1xqI/AAAAAAAAE_c/jQIWcWoJ5Fo/s1600/camilla%2Bbrodersen.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QEjflQ7d2Y/Tq5VTu_1xqI/AAAAAAAAE_c/jQIWcWoJ5Fo/s400/camilla%2Bbrodersen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669562778427704994" border="0" /></a><br />Camilla Brodersen<br />Malditos sean los yoguis,<br />los hindúes y tibetanos,<br />por sus puñeteras teorías.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19yOL8WjM3A/Tq5VFfTgHuI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/0mpw1xguQV4/s1600/noriko%2Bohashi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19yOL8WjM3A/Tq5VFfTgHuI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/0mpw1xguQV4/s400/noriko%2Bohashi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669562533697036002" border="0" /></a><br />Noriko Ohashi<br />Porque yo,<br />sí, ¡yo!<br />creyente espirita,<br />y tonta por vocación,<br />me puse a hacer<br />experimentos,<br />¿quién me mandará?<br />Pues, mira,<br />lo conseguí,<br />y me conecté<br />a la tierra<br />y hete aquí que<br />me viniste<br />a la cabeza,<br />hay que joderse,<br />entonces<br />estalló en mil pedazos<br />un volcán que vive<br />en Islandia,<br />¡Triste de mí!<br />¿qué haría?<br />¿Cómo frenar<br />la lava?<br />La lava<br />otra vez...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i9IqUx9K0Gc/Tq5U0cFXnpI/AAAAAAAAE_E/oTrHM6ctEuk/s1600/roberto%2Bferri%2B3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i9IqUx9K0Gc/Tq5U0cFXnpI/AAAAAAAAE_E/oTrHM6ctEuk/s400/roberto%2Bferri%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669562240774676114" border="0" /></a>Por cierto,<br />detesto a Björk<br />no es nada personal,<br />es que su música me<br />parece inármonica,<br />violenta,<br />y en ésas que<br />ya el suelo estaba de<br />"mírame y no me toques",<br />con semejantes disacordes,<br />cuando tú,<br />Lucífer analfabeto,<br />buscas<br />la rendija<br />de mi mente<br />que baja por la columna,<br />recorriendo los chakras,<br />llega al muladhara<br />y se deshace por los pies,<br /><br /><br />Liu Yuanshou<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gStCPzNSYYw/Tq5UmHQX4cI/AAAAAAAAE-4/OSdof7V8504/s1600/Oleg%2BKorolev.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gStCPzNSYYw/Tq5UmHQX4cI/AAAAAAAAE-4/OSdof7V8504/s400/Oleg%2BKorolev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669561994665517506" border="0" /></a><br />Oleg Korolev<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6VIZdSQ-k/Tq5UDG8pRII/AAAAA%C2%A1ah%C3%AD%21,%20en%20ese%20momento,%20estall%C3%B3%20el%20volc%C3%A1n,%20%C2%BFqui%C3%A9n%20te%20mandar%C3%A1%20colapsar%20los%20aeropuertos,%20expandirte%20por%20el%20mundo%20y%20ser%20de%20fuego%20si%20nunca%20supiste%20arder?AAAE-s/Gb_yR_RPfTA/s1600/roberto%2Bferri5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6VIZdSQ-k/Tq5UDG8pRII/AAAAAAAAE-s/Gb_yR_RPfTA/s400/roberto%2Bferri5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669561393287349378" border="0" /></a><br />Liu YuanshouHas perdido tu cuerpo,<br /><br />volcán de nubes,<br />eres<br />miles,<br />millones de<br />nucleolos,<br />protones,<br />neutrones,<br />quarks,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3DHUb4NzFo/Tq5Tg3gLcGI/AAAAAAAAE-g/TTa1prRHbw0/s1600/gail%2Bpotocki%2B2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3DHUb4NzFo/Tq5Tg3gLcGI/AAAAAAAAE-g/TTa1prRHbw0/s400/gail%2Bpotocki%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669560805025869922" border="0" /></a>Has perdido tu cuerpo,<br /><br />volcán de nubes,<br />eres<br />miles,<br />millones de<br />nucleolos,<br />protones,<br />neutrones,<br />quarks,<br />Gail Potocki<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs3Ei3qAPuE/Tq5TRVKWjTI/AAAAAAAAE-U/yv9NuhQgRQI/s1600/oleg-korolev-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs3Ei3qAPuE/Tq5TRVKWjTI/AAAAAAAAE-U/yv9NuhQgRQI/s400/oleg-korolev-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669560538109480242" border="0" /></a><br />Oleg Korolev<br />Vagarás<br />hecho cenizas<br />por el mundo<br />Ay, amor...<br /><br /><br />...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-10yvN-WmUU4/Tq5S23ZwJ_I/AAAAAAAAE-I/L7uzefw6lNs/s1600/roberto%2Bferri5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-10yvN-WmUU4/Tq5S23ZwJ_I/AAAAAAAAE-I/L7uzefw6lNs/s400/roberto%2Bferri5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669560083444410354" border="0" /></a><br />Liu Yuanshou</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-5087543870816333504?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-87890410234456668742011-10-26T06:22:00.009-04:002011-10-26T06:59:15.012-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2-kuALeBak/Tqfnp7j1pzI/AAAAAAAAE98/vO0cDzXklns/s1600/File4I3VhcvJEtg0527203238Trisha%2BLambi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2-kuALeBak/Tqfnp7j1pzI/AAAAAAAAE98/vO0cDzXklns/s400/File4I3VhcvJEtg0527203238Trisha%2BLambi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667753363617720114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Trisha Lambi<br /><br />• De un solo beso desteñir provoca<br />• tu boca en corazón recién pintada.<br />• Fruta y flor a la vez; copa colmada<br />• de vino y miel para la sed más loca.<br />• Ella en sus vivos múrices evoca<br />• el símbolo sensual de la granada,<br />• y pienso al verla sonreír, que nada<br />• en el mundo es más rojo que tu boca.<br />• Cuando presos, al fin, por mis arrojos,<br />• ceden tus labios y después me ofrecen<br />• aún más amor que el que al besar me dieron,<br />• tan húmedos están y son tan rojos,<br />• que sólo las palabras que dijeron<br />• más rojas que tus labios me parecen.<br /><br /> <br />• Alberto Angel Montoya<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--I9in3BXJqI/Tqfm85Q0BgI/AAAAAAAAE9w/P8e_Je-JkIg/s1600/Frida%2BKahlo%2Bred.jpg"&gt;<img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--I9in3BXJqI/Tqfm85Q0BgI/AAAAAAAAE9w/P8e_Je-JkIg/s400/Frida%2BKahlo%2Bred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667752589906937346" border="0" /><br />Frida Kahlo<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVbh18FmNCg/TqfmnqKdbJI/AAAAAAAAE9k/s-C8_8G2lLQ/s1600/Leda%2Band%2Bthe%2BSwan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVbh18FmNCg/TqfmnqKdbJI/AAAAAAAAE9k/s-C8_8G2lLQ/s400/Leda%2Band%2Bthe%2BSwan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667752225076505746" border="0" /></a><br />Colette Calascione, ver más<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCev7poSdXo/TqflnIZk8bI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/ZmHDTPPFvKo/s1600/William%2BShih-Chieh%2BHung.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCev7poSdXo/TqflnIZk8bI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/ZmHDTPPFvKo/s400/William%2BShih-Chieh%2BHung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667751116501479858" border="0" /></a><br />William Shih-Chieh Hung<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KdoOrisKv4/TqflReQIO8I/AAAAAAAAE9M/ChkHHD_3O1U/s1600/Wilson%2BIrvine.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KdoOrisKv4/TqflReQIO8I/AAAAAAAAE9M/ChkHHD_3O1U/s400/Wilson%2BIrvine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667750744410307522" border="0" /></a><br />Wilson Irvine<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mndo5flZbdQ/Tqfkx3lxgrI/AAAAAAAAE9A/z6FATN2B3NE/s1600/Xiangyuan%2BJie.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mndo5flZbdQ/Tqfkx3lxgrI/AAAAAAAAE9A/z6FATN2B3NE/s400/Xiangyuan%2BJie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667750201456165554" border="0" /></a><br />Xiang yuan Jie<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WnqJwiuAm9Y/TqfjUdruyuI/AAAAAAAAE80/pSbwu3Ix550/s1600/William%2BGlackens%2Bglackens11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WnqJwiuAm9Y/TqfjUdruyuI/AAAAAAAAE80/pSbwu3Ix550/s400/William%2BGlackens%2Bglackens11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667748596773997282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kX1TfQhbwkc/TqfhsAYegCI/AAAAAAAAE8o/lAygUAOEMYM/s1600/Zinaida%2BSerebriakova.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kX1TfQhbwkc/TqfhsAYegCI/AAAAAAAAE8o/lAygUAOEMYM/s400/Zinaida%2BSerebriakova.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667746802202214434" border="0" /></a><br />Zinaida Serebriakova</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-8789041023445666874?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-26091745434986772422011-10-19T08:17:00.016-04:002011-10-19T08:47:05.576-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MokHtFGOfyw/Tp7Fjx43PoI/AAAAAAAAE8c/tpO1-PW5i6M/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MokHtFGOfyw/Tp7Fjx43PoI/AAAAAAAAE8c/tpO1-PW5i6M/s400/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665182599756594818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Mirta Aguirre. Pensar en ella, en esta mujer escritora, cubana, revolucionaria, me transtorna la sangre.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdT6KzLQAuU/Tp7FZagH-VI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/gE6TVpM8-ZY/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-2.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdT6KzLQAuU/Tp7FZagH-VI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/gE6TVpM8-ZY/s400/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665182421680126290" border="0" /></a><br />Mirta Aguirre<br /><br /> * Porque sé que murió leyendo un libro en su butaca, porque cuando leo un poema suyo me tiembla todo, porque la admiro y leer a Mirta es aprender, es sucumbir ante una de las mejores escritoras que ha dado la literatura en el mundo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ1RztWVdZ4/Tp7FQY4VWNI/AAAAAAAAE8E/NJn_8ygh6fc/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-3.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ1RztWVdZ4/Tp7FQY4VWNI/AAAAAAAAE8E/NJn_8ygh6fc/s400/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665182266625972434" border="0" /></a><br />Era fuerte, su lucha por los derechos de la mujer así lo exigía, pero la sensibilidad que demuestra en sus poemas, me hace pensar que una fragilidad extrema inundaba el mundo de Mirta.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U13sPSyLFDI/Tp7FG6XS2DI/AAAAAAAAE74/6Jt-DJZb47o/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-4.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U13sPSyLFDI/Tp7FG6XS2DI/AAAAAAAAE74/6Jt-DJZb47o/s400/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665182103815510066" border="0" /></a><br />Os dejo con uno de mis poemas favoritos de ella. En él, la desolación, la última esperanza pide a gritos, un no conformarse, que ella no quiere acostumbrarse y sé está acostumbrando... pide ayuda, aquí nos tiene, para la leerla las veces que haga falta.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAC5zxCt8N8/Tp7E-aKPbEI/AAAAAAAAE7s/EsDmUefJXN8/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-5.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAC5zxCt8N8/Tp7E-aKPbEI/AAAAAAAAE7s/EsDmUefJXN8/s400/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665181957731871810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QizVr8xjBvM/Tp7E15_00tI/AAAAAAAAE7g/4QgaNOdeY5I/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-6.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QizVr8xjBvM/Tp7E15_00tI/AAAAAAAAE7g/4QgaNOdeY5I/s400/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665181811659297490" border="0" /></a><br />Elegía II<br /><br /> * Yo me acostumbro, amor, yo me acostumbro.<br /> * Yo me acostumbro a estar sin ti. ¿Lo entiendes?<br /> * Quiere decir, amor, que no amanece;<br /> * quiere decir que aprendo a abrir los ojos sin tu beso.<br /> * Quiere decir que olvido, amor, que yo te olvido.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTKKVLCpxmQ/Tp7EsvXqUuI/AAAAAAAAE7U/NjKnbtTjOQA/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-7.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTKKVLCpxmQ/Tp7EsvXqUuI/AAAAAAAAE7U/NjKnbtTjOQA/s400/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665181654187660002" border="0" /></a><br /> * Como un morirse lento, implacable, a pedazos,<br /> * yo me acostumbro, amor, yo me acostumbro.<br /> * Y acostumbrarse es una cosa oscura,<br /> * es una cosa eterna, sin caminos,<br /> * como un caer caer en el vacío.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAtvlovfwrQ/Tp7EjxwOtCI/AAAAAAAAE7I/_TVyDBGRfCc/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-8.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAtvlovfwrQ/Tp7EjxwOtCI/AAAAAAAAE7I/_TVyDBGRfCc/s400/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665181500208755746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> * Yo me acostumbro, amor, yo me acostumbro.<br /> * Y un día y otro pasan.<br /> * Y un día triste no es día sino un cortejo inmenso.<br /> * Y dos días de tristeza ya no pueden decirse.<br /> * Y acostumbrarse es una palabra irremediable<br /> * que ojalá nunca sepas.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A0fU9zov2Lg/Tp7EZ6--4mI/AAAAAAAAE68/HT_XmbXqgyA/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-9.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A0fU9zov2Lg/Tp7EZ6--4mI/AAAAAAAAE68/HT_XmbXqgyA/s400/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-9.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665181330887860834" border="0" /></a><br /> * Una criatura tiene su tamaño,<br /> * tiene su borde estrecho, su medida.<br /> * Y ha de haber para todos la tremenda alegría,<br /> * esa infinita dicha que es un derecho humano.<br /> * Ser feliz, amor mío, es como el aire, el agua,<br /> * algo para la vida.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_KssCNJcu8/Tp7EQc_KcsI/AAAAAAAAE6w/EAwAp7jJoV8/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-10.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_KssCNJcu8/Tp7EQc_KcsI/AAAAAAAAE6w/EAwAp7jJoV8/s400/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-10.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665181168216732354" border="0" /></a><br /> * Yo me acostumbro, amor, yo me acostumbro.<br /> * Lejos, tu mano corta el pan para otra boca.<br /> * Lejos, suenan tus pasos y como yo sé que suenan.<br /> * Lejos, amor, muy lejos.<br /> * Y allí, donde mi angustia está sin ecos,<br /> * tú sonríes, tú eres,<br /> * y no sabes, amor, con cuánta sangre,<br /> * con qué amarga paciencia,<br /> * con cuánta fuerza para ahogar, yo olvido,<br /> * yo deshago mi sueño<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBsTMPTjWRY/Tp7EFlWBGII/AAAAAAAAE6k/tf_NgpIvboc/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-11.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBsTMPTjWRY/Tp7EFlWBGII/AAAAAAAAE6k/tf_NgpIvboc/s400/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-11.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665180981481511042" border="0" /></a><br /> * Mirta Aguirre nace en Cuba (1912-1980).<br /> * Destacada poetisa y crítica, desde muy joven, se incorporó a las luchas revolucionarias.<br /> * Ingresó en el Partido Comunista de Cuba en 1932, condición que mantuvo hasta su muerte. Especial dedicación brindó a las luchas por la emancipación de la mujer, en relación con la cual escribió diversas obras.<br /> * Su labor docente, como profesora universitaria le valió recibir el título de Profesora de Mérito de La Universidad de La Habana.<br /> * Además de diversos estudios literarios y de otra índole, publicó Juegos y otros poemas dedicado a los niños, y Ayer y Hoy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAnx7Exfpn0/Tp7D6cdVr_I/AAAAAAAAE6Y/m7M18n0CLGM/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-12.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAnx7Exfpn0/Tp7D6cdVr_I/AAAAAAAAE6Y/m7M18n0CLGM/s400/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-12.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665180790117740530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf0P1M1v4yA/Tp7DvBiOIbI/AAAAAAAAE6M/lY2SEUA6oOk/s1600/mirta-aguirre-acostumbro-amor-acostumbro-L-14.jpeg"><img style="display: block; 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width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYHU2glh708/Tpqc_pYk58I/AAAAAAAAE3w/8sTCGrm_NdY/s400/hay-golpes-vida-tan-fuertes-no-L-6w6ycd.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664012098626447298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Michal Lukasiewicz<br /><br /> * Y no puede haber otro golpe más grande que este, porque mi querido amigo y compañero "blogguero" Ernesto nos deja aturdidos, helados, sin la belleza de sus elevadas imágenes, de su comprensión cultural, de sus sacudidas musicales, de su compromiso con la justicia humana.<br /> * Qué tristeza, cuánta pena perder a mi admirado Ernesto, apenas me salen las palabras en esta noche triste, desolada oscuridad sin él.<br /> * Sus comentarios siempre elegantes, nobles, dignos forman parte de un espacio de tiempo compartido mediante nuestras páginas, y le debo mucho.<br /> * Sirva esta elegía para calmar la pena y no para acallarla, eso es imposible.<br /> * El blog de Ernesto: TESTIGO, seguirá abierto por gentileza de su familia, gracias a ellos, a los que envío mi profunda condolencia.<br /> * Quisiera dedicarle este hermoso poema de César Vallejo a mi querido e inovidable Ernesto "in memoriam".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6h_QEG5wiXw/Tpqc32jPNcI/AAAAAAAAE3k/J4G2ZQDwWB8/s1600/hay-golpes-vida-tan-fuertes-no-L-I3Bx7A.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6h_QEG5wiXw/Tpqc32jPNcI/AAAAAAAAE3k/J4G2ZQDwWB8/s400/hay-golpes-vida-tan-fuertes-no-L-I3Bx7A.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664011964721870274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes... ¡Yo no sé!Bert Beirne<br /><br /> * Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes... ¡Yo no sé!<br /> * Golpes como del odio de Dios; como si ante ellos,<br /> * la resaca de todo lo sufrido<br /> * se empozara en el alma... ¡Yo no sé!<br /><br /> * Son pocos; pero son... Abren zanjas oscuras<br /> * en el rostro más fiero y en el lomo más fuerte.<br /> * Serán tal vez los potros de bárbaros Atilas;<br /> * o los heraldos negros que nos manda la Muerte.<br /><br /> * Son las caídas hondas de los Cristos del alma<br /> * de alguna fe adorable que el Destino blasfema.<br /> * Esos golpes sangrientos son las crepitaciones<br /> * de algún pan que en la puerta del horno se nos quema.<br /><br /> * Y el hombre... Pobre... ¡pobre! Vuelve los ojos, como<br /> * cuando por sobre el hombro nos llama una palmada;<br /> * vuelve los ojos locos, y todo lo vivido<br /> * se empoza, como charco de culpa, en la mirada.<br /> * Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes... ¡Yo no sé!<br /><br /> * LOS HERALDOS NEGROS<br /> * CÉSAR VALLEJO<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eE_-rMBTeTo/TpqcbtRk18I/AAAAAAAAE3Y/NU-X9IFH5cI/s1600/hay-golpes-vida-tan-fuertes-no-L-daoHEa.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eE_-rMBTeTo/TpqcbtRk18I/AAAAAAAAE3Y/NU-X9IFH5cI/s400/hay-golpes-vida-tan-fuertes-no-L-daoHEa.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664011481195534274" border="0" /></a><br />Olaf Schneider El blog de Ernesto: TESTIGOHay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes... ¡Yo no sé!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-9123088189788735936?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-78853897267702846172011-10-12T08:01:00.010-04:002011-10-12T08:11:17.480-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEFX5rLbqrw/TpWDoIbrwDI/AAAAAAAAE2c/4Yw1CTaCFak/s1600/audrey%2Banastasi3jpg.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEFX5rLbqrw/TpWDoIbrwDI/AAAAAAAAE2c/4Yw1CTaCFak/s400/audrey%2Banastasi3jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662576831969869874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Audrey Anastasy<br /><br /><br />Como masa extrañada<br /><br />y masculina,<br /><br />¿no sabías que Galatea<br /><br />cuando quiere<br /><br />se convierte en Pigmalión?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vthys52R3vI/TpWDSdgYODI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/yv2sNiYNTSI/s1600/audrey%2Banatasi5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vthys52R3vI/TpWDSdgYODI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/yv2sNiYNTSI/s400/audrey%2Banatasi5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662576459669583922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/Audrey%20Anastasy%20%20%20Yo%20tomara%20el%20puntero,%20%20desbastara%20%20el%20gran%20bloque%20de%20tu%20carne.%20%20Cinceles%20dentados,%20%20dientes%20puntiagudos%20%20har%C3%ADan%20cosquillas%20por%20tu%20piel%20%20de%20piedra.http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haZUqWaOQTA/TpWDBR-lsCI/AAAAAAAAE2E/W7z5i43GhEw/s1600/audrey%2Banastasi2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haZUqWaOQTA/TpWDBR-lsCI/AAAAAAAAE2E/W7z5i43GhEw/s400/audrey%2Banastasi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662576164517294114" border="0" /></a><br />Te esculpo,<br /><br />te horado ,<br /><br />logró unos labios enormes<br /><br />palpitantes en tu rostro,<br /><br />amenazan con absorber<br /><br />chupar, digerir.<br /><br />Taladro unos ojos brutales,<br /><br />descomunales,<br /><br />¡me observas!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5G1BO3yciQ/TpWCxsc1x1I/AAAAAAAAE14/Hk8AbgURrpE/s1600/audrey%2Banastasy4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5G1BO3yciQ/TpWCxsc1x1I/AAAAAAAAE14/Hk8AbgURrpE/s400/audrey%2Banastasy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662575896745592658" border="0" /></a><br />Continúo en las formas<br /><br />de tu pecho,<br /><br />pico piedra.<br /><br />Tus brazos.<br /><br />Labro,<br /><br />labro<br /><br />excavaciones profundas,<br /><br />observo el percutor,<br /><br />lo copio.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQXcdTLDvnU/TpWCeEi8qlI/AAAAAAAAE1s/PqTk9eQBV2I/s1600/saturno%2Bbutto2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQXcdTLDvnU/TpWCeEi8qlI/AAAAAAAAE1s/PqTk9eQBV2I/s400/saturno%2Bbutto2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662575559616277074" border="0" /></a><br />Saturno Butto<br /><br /><br /><br />Eres<br /><br />Aquiles,<br /><br />semejante a un dios.<br /><br />Eres Héctor,<br /><br />el de más hermosa figura.<br /><br />Te modelo.<br /><br />Separo tus piernas,<br /><br />te esmerilo,<br /><br />te froto,<br /><br />te pulo,<br /><br />te beso<br /><br />te libo,<br /><br />te derramo.<br /><br />Vuelo<br /><br />por la estancia.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-se6rIHza2GA/TpWCLGMIMaI/AAAAAAAAE1g/2HBPSNFtrhM/s1600/saturno%2Bbutto.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-se6rIHza2GA/TpWCLGMIMaI/AAAAAAAAE1g/2HBPSNFtrhM/s400/saturno%2Bbutto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662575233639920034" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Saturno Butto<br /><br /><br />¿Y si yo te lamiera<br /><br />el cuerpo entero,<br /><br />la piel coqueta,<br /><br />el vello descarado,<br /><br />apetecible?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pC5Sr3CKmM/TpWB6J0yNxI/AAAAAAAAE1U/GoE6-Fnl0I8/s1600/Audrey%2BAnastasi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pC5Sr3CKmM/TpWB6J0yNxI/AAAAAAAAE1U/GoE6-Fnl0I8/s400/Audrey%2BAnastasi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662574942557976338" border="0" /></a><br />Audrey Anastasy<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-7885389726770284617?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-57417442698172542582011-10-08T07:27:00.007-04:002011-10-08T07:46:49.311-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3M6JBauif4/TpA291KaO2I/AAAAAAAAE1M/rHOToTOxCeI/s1600/35x29%2B%2BI%2Bunderstand.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3M6JBauif4/TpA291KaO2I/AAAAAAAAE1M/rHOToTOxCeI/s400/35x29%2B%2BI%2Bunderstand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661085167475374946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">* Queridos amigos, en esta ocasión os propongo disfrutar de un fragmento de prosa llena de lirismo en la que abunda el embrujo del realismo mágico.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Parece que a Gabriel García Márquez no le importara la opinión que sobre esta obra pudiera tener la Iglesia, más bien parece que quisiera provocar una reacción indignada en sus altos cargos.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Pero la respuesta tajante y vehemente de García Márquez se muestra así, más digno de crítica ha sido el Santo Oficio a través de sus crímenes impunes y lo sigue siendo en sus tenazas castrantes.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Cayetano Delaura se rebela contra tanta injusticia y el amor redime su sotana a través de los versos mágicos del que supone que es su antepasado, Garcilaso de la Vega.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * La pasión de la víctima arde a través de la extensa y cobriza melena de Sierva María, protagonista absoluta de este arrebato relato.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gThQh73Pqk/TpA20ndCMQI/AAAAAAAAE1E/hONb65RU9rQ/s1600/35x38%2Ba%2Bcaress%2Bfor%2Bme.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gThQh73Pqk/TpA20ndCMQI/AAAAAAAAE1E/hONb65RU9rQ/s400/35x38%2Ba%2Bcaress%2Bfor%2Bme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661085009176572162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Durante la cena le leyó al obispo con un ánimo nuevo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Lo acompañó en las oraciones de la noche, como siempre, y mantuvo los ojos cerrados para pensar mejor en Sierva María mientras rezaba.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Se retiró a la biblioteca más temprano que de costumbre, pensando en ella, y cuanto más pensaba más le crecían las ansias de pensar.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Repitió en voz alta los sonetos de amor de Garcilaso, asustado por la sospecha de que en cada verso había una premonición cifrada que tenía algo que ver con su vida.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_r-qHc3H_M/TpA2rufaINI/AAAAAAAAE08/S4tw6ku1ggM/s1600/38x61%2BI%2527m%2Ban%2BAngel.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_r-qHc3H_M/TpA2rufaINI/AAAAAAAAE08/S4tw6ku1ggM/s400/38x61%2BI%2527m%2Ban%2BAngel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661084856446755026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * No logró dormir.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Al alba se dobló sobre el escritorio con la frente apoyada en el libro que no leyó.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Desde el fondo del sueño oyó los tres nocturnos de los maitines del nuevo día en el santuario vecino. «Dios te salve María de Todos los Ángeles»,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * dijo dormido. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7SsvS-b4Wc/TpA2hvC4kKI/AAAAAAAAE00/qEDOInvdmQ8/s1600/40x77%2Bthe%2Bwind%2Bof%2Bmy%2Bmind.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7SsvS-b4Wc/TpA2hvC4kKI/AAAAAAAAE00/qEDOInvdmQ8/s400/40x77%2Bthe%2Bwind%2Bof%2Bmy%2Bmind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661084684796858530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Su propia voz lo despertó de pronto, y vio a Sierva María con la bata de reclusa y la cabellera a fuego vivo sobre los hombros, que tiró el clavel viejo y puso un ramo de gardenias recién nacidas en el florero del mesón. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PWiFhFWx7wA/TpA2YvUbrNI/AAAAAAAAE0s/SdZXVNsXzrw/s1600/41x39%2Bla%2Bnebbia%2Bdei%2Bricordi.jpg"><img styl="" e="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PWiFhFWx7wA/TpA2YvUbrNI/AAAAAAAAE0s/SdZXVNsXzrw/s400/41x39%2Bla%2Bnebbia%2Bdei%2Bricordi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661084530251640018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Delaura, con Garcilaso, le dijo de voz ardiente: «Por vos nací, por vos tengo la vida, por vos he de morir y por vos muero».</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Sierva María sonrió sin mirarlo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Él cerró los ojos para estar seguro de que no era un engaño de las sombras.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * La visión se había desvanecido cuando los abrió, pero la biblioteca estaba saturada por el rastro de sus gardenias.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">----------</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Del amor y otros demonios: Gabriel García Márquez</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7DuCdqsaaU/TpA2Oh-bLII/AAAAAAAAE0k/6yJ6yVvB2fY/s1600/50x27%2Bcosa%2Bpensi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7DuCdqsaaU/TpA2Oh-bLII/AAAAAAAAE0k/6yJ6yVvB2fY/s400/50x27%2Bcosa%2Bpensi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661084354870979714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ktrctSnhQS8/TpA2FcDsYEI/AAAAAAAAE0c/IhhLFVL0Dds/s1600/50x38%2Btake%2Bmy%2Bsoul.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ktrctSnhQS8/TpA2FcDsYEI/AAAAAAAAE0c/IhhLFVL0Dds/s400/50x38%2Btake%2Bmy%2Bsoul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661084198663643202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnND4rUNEGo/TpA16YXFQRI/AAAAAAAAE0U/klVdxSs4Igw/s1600/50x38%2Btake%2Bmy%2Bsoul.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnND4rUNEGo/TpA16YXFQRI/AAAAAAAAE0U/klVdxSs4Igw/s400/50x38%2Btake%2Bmy%2Bsoul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661084008692662546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZspb1rztj4/TpA1wQkHyzI/AAAAAAAAE0M/TcgKcivDC2E/s1600/60x38%2Bnew%2Bvisions.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZspb1rztj4/TpA1wQkHyzI/AAAAAAAAE0M/TcgKcivDC2E/s400/60x38%2Bnew%2Bvisions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661083834801179442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0CklqwB7bL8/TpA1nBu9JuI/AAAAAAAAE0E/GzU9EZibSW4/s1600/75x40%2Bthe%2Bdark%2Bin%2Bthe%2Blight.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0CklqwB7bL8/TpA1nBu9JuI/AAAAAAAAE0E/GzU9EZibSW4/s400/75x40%2Bthe%2Bdark%2Bin%2Bthe%2Blight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661083676201264866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dd-Pg-omjPg/TpA1doPNQcI/AAAAAAAAEz8/BH8YbxNfnSM/s1600/76x39%2BLaura.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dd-Pg-omjPg/TpA1doPNQcI/AAAAAAAAEz8/BH8YbxNfnSM/s400/76x39%2BLaura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661083514738393538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgjOC9jg6c0/TpA1Va067tI/AAAAAAAAEz0/X2NdF-Frc-k/s1600/92x38%2BI%2Bdon%2527t%2Bknow.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgjOC9jg6c0/TpA1Va067tI/AAAAAAAAEz0/X2NdF-Frc-k/s400/92x38%2BI%2Bdon%2527t%2Bknow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661083373699526354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2IQyZdl4gI/TpA1NuDi_KI/AAAAAAAAEzs/XfRGO00m9Qo/s1600/152x81%2BI%2527m%2Bhere%2Bfor%2Byou.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2IQyZdl4gI/TpA1NuDi_KI/AAAAAAAAEzs/XfRGO00m9Qo/s400/152x81%2BI%2527m%2Bhere%2Bfor%2Byou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661083241422191778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Todas las pinturas son de la artista Lucía Coghetto.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-5741744269817254258?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-9936453121128484192011-10-04T05:48:00.009-04:002011-10-04T06:02:23.663-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGJpxFV7uxM/TorYovbrObI/AAAAAAAAEzk/KADur13u3eI/s1600/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGJpxFV7uxM/TorYovbrObI/AAAAAAAAEzk/KADur13u3eI/s400/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659574076183361970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Kim Nelson nació en la costa del sur de Nueva Gales en el seno de una familia de agricultores. Desde muy temprana edad Nelson mostró un talento precoz para el dibujo y la creación.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qU_cTceDLGE/TorYiDBWQbI/AAAAAAAAEzc/4i7M8cbNjIQ/s1600/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-2.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qU_cTceDLGE/TorYiDBWQbI/AAAAAAAAEzc/4i7M8cbNjIQ/s400/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659573961182560690" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A los 17 años, por sugerencia de su tío, pasó un año en la prestigiosa Escuela de Arte de Julian Ashton en Sydney, la cual constituiría su única formación artística. Posteriormente, se embarcó en diferentes campos artísticos desde el diseño gráfico y la publicidad pasando por la composición musical llegando a ser un consumado vocalista.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsHS3j4uxl4/TorYbegricI/AAAAAAAAEzU/gXGFQ6wfxzQ/s1600/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-3.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsHS3j4uxl4/TorYbegricI/AAAAAAAAEzU/gXGFQ6wfxzQ/s400/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659573848302651842" border="0" /></a><br />Después de diez años se dedicó a la restauración de edificios históricos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEor8bnkB9w/TorYVApjEdI/AAAAAAAAEzM/1B-xFtJokQ4/s1600/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-4.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEor8bnkB9w/TorYVApjEdI/AAAAAAAAEzM/1B-xFtJokQ4/s400/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659573737207566802" border="0" /></a><br />Desde que se diplomó en la carrera de Bellas Artes en 1996, son varias las exposiciones que ha llevado a cabo, completando así mismo el trabajo encargado por muchas organizaciones que van desde el Fondo Nacional de Australia a los editores de Pan MacMillan o el magnate de los medios de comunicación Rupert Murdoch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-we8fdMiGuzo/TorYNfGDj_I/AAAAAAAAEzE/u8VQScXOeKk/s1600/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-5.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-we8fdMiGuzo/TorYNfGDj_I/AAAAAAAAEzE/u8VQScXOeKk/s400/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659573607941246962" border="0" /></a><br />Kim Nelson está comprometido a utilizar su talento para ayudar a otros, aportando su generosidad y su arte a muchas organizaciones de mayores y menores e instituciones humanitarias, tales como UNICEF, Australia, Esperanza para los niños (Rotary Internacional), AMACC (Afganistán Mother &amp; Child Care), Koomarri Canberra , la familia Smith, NSW voluntariado Bushfire Brigada, CanAssist junto con numerosos grupos locales y aficionados.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JPhX_pOm24/TorYGwJlucI/AAAAAAAAEy8/fZjxnnCxltw/s1600/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-8.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JPhX_pOm24/TorYGwJlucI/AAAAAAAAEy8/fZjxnnCxltw/s400/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659573492260387266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d-5cyqZpge0/TorYA9qfbjI/AAAAAAAAEy0/eVPHyfDH640/s1600/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-11.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d-5cyqZpge0/TorYA9qfbjI/AAAAAAAAEy0/eVPHyfDH640/s400/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-11.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659573392808832562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9MhOKZ3Uto/TorX6YJDnWI/AAAAAAAAEys/p3hAdD4fbz0/s1600/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-12.jpeg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bt8B9bKOz6Y/TorWx6hiCSI/AAAAAAAAExs/eW9P6-nb1S0/s400/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-27.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659572034756282658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwtkjbSNYo4/TorWrc__xXI/AAAAAAAAExk/Jh81rb6pIAA/s1600/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-28.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwtkjbSNYo4/TorWrc__xXI/AAAAAAAAExk/Jh81rb6pIAA/s400/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-28.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659571923751781746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dPFDfvuR6iU/TorWj9lAUgI/AAAAAAAAExc/RSsVseYI2W0/s1600/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-30.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dPFDfvuR6iU/TorWj9lAUgI/AAAAAAAAExc/RSsVseYI2W0/s400/kim-nelson-reinterpretando-el-arte-L-30.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659571795057988098" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-993645312112848419?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-75768397138447936522011-09-29T07:29:00.002-04:002011-09-29T07:47:12.789-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaJBTJDqSOM/ToRaY4xIQCI/AAAAAAAAExU/oNEgqpKM40s/s1600/Arquer%2BBuigas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaJBTJDqSOM/ToRaY4xIQCI/AAAAAAAAExU/oNEgqpKM40s/s400/Arquer%2BBuigas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657746415485992994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Arquer Buigas<br /><br /><br /><br />XVI<br /><br />No mires detrás de los espejos,<br />no busques tu imagen de cristal,<br />no creas en el mundo de reflejos,<br />no le digas a nadie dónde estás.<br /><br />No penetres en el reino fantasmal,<br />no empujes cicatrices de intelecto,<br />no alcances los matices de amplio tedio,<br />no dibujes en tus sueños tanto mal.<br /><br />Anda, escapa, vuela, hazte portador<br />de tu visión, desliza flores fuera<br />de tu pena atormentada, y soñador<br /><br />comprende mi talante. Del amar<br />no quieras vislumbrar el sueño,<br />pero si quieres visitarme, asómate.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lAmeo11QXpo/ToRaPr5pb1I/AAAAAAAAExM/9n2G_GtbFW4/s1600/Arquer%2BBuigas2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lAmeo11QXpo/ToRaPr5pb1I/AAAAAAAAExM/9n2G_GtbFW4/s400/Arquer%2BBuigas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657746257413238610" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-7576839713844793652?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-55897708133355059232011-09-26T09:05:00.006-04:002011-09-26T09:12:04.380-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jp-u1fqakuY/ToB5zm5zzmI/AAAAAAAAExE/1clFluRZBw4/s1600/como-habia-escondido-tanta-belleza-el-polvo-c-L-1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jp-u1fqakuY/ToB5zm5zzmI/AAAAAAAAExE/1clFluRZBw4/s400/como-habia-escondido-tanta-belleza-el-polvo-c-L-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656655059500650082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Isidre Nonell Monturiol<br /><br /> * Pensar en la figura del escritor Jorge Amado es sinónimo de admiración, de ternura. Es, recordar sus libros, con esas connotaciones realistas donde ponía de manifiesto las injusticias sociales.<br /> * Pero también es sumergirse en unos textos sensuales, vivos, que invitan a imaginar como serán sus personajes.<br /> * El arte de la gastronomía también está inmerso en sus novelas, mezclando ingredientes tan nutritivos como deliciosos, y por supuesto, con una sensualidad en las recetas que desarman a cualquiera.<br /> * En esta ocasión en la sección que titulo: Amor a la lectura, os invito a leer un fragmento del libro: Gabriela, clavo y canela.<br /> * Espero que os guste y os animéis a leer el libro.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_W7tMKjP_Y/ToB5hctPjlI/AAAAAAAAEw8/DTgmaIzAdR4/s1600/como-habia-escondido-tanta-belleza-el-polvo-c-L-2.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_W7tMKjP_Y/ToB5hctPjlI/AAAAAAAAEw8/DTgmaIzAdR4/s400/como-habia-escondido-tanta-belleza-el-polvo-c-L-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656654747525942866" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Francis Davis Millet<br /><br /> * Introdujo la llave en la cerradura, resoplando por la subida; la sala estaba iluminada. ¿Habrían entrado ladrones?<br /> * ¿O tal vez la nueva cocinera habría olvidado apagar la luz?<br /> * Entró despacito y la vio dormida sobre una silla, con los largos cabellos esparcidos sobre los hombros.<br /> * Después de lavados y peinados se habían transformado en una cabellera suelta, negra, acaracolada.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpg5HtyfAww/ToB5SZ7tuJI/AAAAAAAAEw0/xsohzcsEge4/s1600/como-habia-escondido-tanta-belleza-el-polvo-c-L-3.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpg5HtyfAww/ToB5SZ7tuJI/AAAAAAAAEw0/xsohzcsEge4/s400/como-habia-escondido-tanta-belleza-el-polvo-c-L-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656654489083295890" border="0" /></a><br />William Etty<br /><br /> * Vestía harapos pero limpios, seguramente los que traía en su atadito.<br /> * Un desgarrón en la falda dejaba ver un pedazo de muslo color canela, los senos subían y bajaban levemente al ritmo del sueño, el rostro sonreía.<br /> * -¡Mi Dios? - Nacib se quedó parado, sin poder creer.<br /> * La miraba con un espanto sin límites; ¿cómo se había escondido tanta belleza bajo el polvo de los caminos?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvkPBrNYDdM/ToB5G5UheBI/AAAAAAAAEws/AhlVLugsQgg/s1600/como-habia-escondido-tanta-belleza-el-polvo-c-L-4.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvkPBrNYDdM/ToB5G5UheBI/AAAAAAAAEws/AhlVLugsQgg/s400/como-habia-escondido-tanta-belleza-el-polvo-c-L-4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656654291350419474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />John Singer Sargent ---------<br /><br /> * ¿Y cómo vivir sin ella, sin su risa tímida y clara, su color quemado de canela, su perfume de clavo, su calor, su abandono, su voz diciéndole "mozo lindo", el morir nocturno en sus brazos, aquel calor de su seno, aquella hoguera de piernas, cómo?<br /> * Y sintió entonces cuanto significaba Gabriela. ¡Dios mío! ¿Qué le pa­saba, por qué aquel súbito temor de perderla, por qué la brisa del mar era viento helado estremeciendo su gordura?<br /> * No, ni pensar en perderla, ¿cómo vivir sin ella?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GhCyAD2Brk/ToB41NWmJfI/AAAAAAAAEwk/uSp2-5fFzs0/s1600/como-habia-escondido-tanta-belleza-el-polvo-c-L-5.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GhCyAD2Brk/ToB41NWmJfI/AAAAAAAAEwk/uSp2-5fFzs0/s400/como-habia-escondido-tanta-belleza-el-polvo-c-L-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656653987490178546" border="0" /></a><br />Johann Baptist Reiter (1813 - 1890)<br /><br /> * Gabriela, Clavo y Canela : Jorge Amado<br /><br /> * Nació en Brasil el 10 de agosto de 1912, murió el 7 de este mismo mes en 2001, tenía 89 años.<br /><br /> * Página dedicada al escritor Jorge Amado</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-5589770813335505923?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-43079140937886150872011-09-21T05:35:00.011-04:002011-09-21T05:46:28.911-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8tiMoboCtk/TnmyGx0LUbI/AAAAAAAAEwc/UDme-CQJtew/s1600/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8tiMoboCtk/TnmyGx0LUbI/AAAAAAAAEwc/UDme-CQJtew/s400/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654746636661510578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Salomon de Bray<br /><br /> * Me causa emoción presentaros a un poeta muy especial para mí.<br /> * Se trata de Niall Binns, he tenido la gran suerte de conocerle en persona, (eso sí, durante un corto espacio de tiempo... unos diez minutos) en los que me dio tiempo a declararle mi rendición ante su poesía y su carrera. Cercano y sencillo en el trato y con una mirada que solo pueden tener los grandes genios. Para mí lo es.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLw2yu7Ae3w/Tnmx8rk-27I/AAAAAAAAEwU/4M_VtLcsVno/s1600/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-2.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLw2yu7Ae3w/Tnmx8rk-27I/AAAAAAAAEwU/4M_VtLcsVno/s400/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654746463188474802" border="0" /></a><br />Niall Binns<br /><br /> * Para algunos críticos un autor maldito y para muchos otros un maestro que roza la perfección.<br /> * De una manera o de otra sus poemas no pasan desapercibidos, más bien producen un fuerte movimiento en la mente.<br /> * Particularmente me fascina como escritor, me emocionan terriblemente sus versos y admiro profundamente su labor como profesor en la Universidad.<br /> * Ya me contaréis vuestro punto de vista.<br /> * Os dejo una breve biografía y dos de su poesías preferidas por mí.<br /> * También os dejo unas cuantas pinturas, esta vez, de mujeres cuyos cabellos son los protagonistas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Nsgudd9dF0/TnmxutCYigI/AAAAAAAAEwM/hXn7Hij-id8/s1600/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-3.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Nsgudd9dF0/TnmxutCYigI/AAAAAAAAEwM/hXn7Hij-id8/s400/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654746223062059522" border="0" /></a><br />Jeffrey Watts<br /><br /> * Nacido en Londres, de padres escoceses, en 1965, Niall Binns se licenció en lenguas clásicas por la Universidad de Oxford.<br /> * En 1987 viajó a España y pasó los años siguientes dando clases de lengua inglesa en academias de Madrid, París y Coimbra.<br /> * En 1991 viajó a Santiago de Chile, donde estudió literatura hispánica en la Universidad Católica y donde conoció a Nicanor Parra, a cuya “antipoesía” dedicaría su tesis de Magister.<br /> * En 1993 se instaló definitivamente en Madrid.<br /> * Cuatro años después, se doctoró en literatura hispanoamericana con una tesis sobre la obra poética de Nicanor Parra, Enrique Lihn y Jorge Teillier, y empezó a impartir clases de literatura inglesa en el campus madrileño de Saint Louis University.<br /> * A partir de 1999 trabaja como profesor de literatura hispanoamericana en la Universidad Complutense de Madrid.<br /> * Como poeta ha publicado 5 love songs (León, 1999, Premio de Poesía Villafranca del Bierzo).<br /> * Tratado sobre los buitres (Alzira, 2002, Premio Internacional de Poesía Gabriel Celaya) y Canciones bajo el muérdago (Madrid, 2003).<br /> * Tanto el primero de estos libros como el libro-objeto 7 urracas (Buenos Aires, 1999) son obras hechas en colaboración con el pintor argentino Carlos Nochetto.<br /> * Su último libro es la antología Oficio de carroñero (Caracas, 2007).<br /><br />Fuente CASAMÉRICA<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFU15dyZiI0/TnmxeZy3P4I/AAAAAAAAEwE/Jve5J2vO6AA/s1600/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-4.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFU15dyZiI0/TnmxeZy3P4I/AAAAAAAAEwE/Jve5J2vO6AA/s400/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654745943018782594" border="0" /></a><br />Khamid Savkuyev<br /><br /> * En mi ropa en la manta en el sofá hay pelos<br /> * tuyos que se enredan sigilosos<br /> * atándome los pies, desatando los recuerdos<br /> * Los rastreo y recojo<br /> * y los he ido anudando<br /> * uno por uno, para hacerte un collar<br /> * que me sirva, de paso, como soga<br /> * Lo ataré de noche a la bombilla del salón<br /> * subiré a una silla,<br /> * y después de meterme la cabeza, y proferir<br /> * las palabras de sobra conocidas<br /> * daré una leve patada, y veré entonces<br /> * si son débiles los lazos de nuestro amor<br /><br /> * Niall Binns<br /> * De: Canciones bajo el muérdago (Editorial Estruendomudo. 2003)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67jCjqhXflg/TnmxQ8pCgvI/AAAAAAAAEv8/iXvsMXdMCu0/s1600/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-5.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67jCjqhXflg/TnmxQ8pCgvI/AAAAAAAAEv8/iXvsMXdMCu0/s400/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654745711854650098" border="0" /></a><br />James Carroll<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnkO5yh-OfU/TnmxGeAfMaI/AAAAAAAAEv0/p-jP_F4vj_Q/s1600/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-6.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnkO5yh-OfU/TnmxGeAfMaI/AAAAAAAAEv0/p-jP_F4vj_Q/s400/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654745531832807842" border="0" /></a><br />Titian<br /><br /> * Definitivamente, entonces, me has dejado y no me queda más vestigio de tu paso que un miserable cepillo de dientes, que sigue acompañando al mío en el vaso sucio de siempre.<br /> * Tu cepillo es de color rosa, el mío azul: qué recta ha sido nuestra línea hacia la nada.<br /> * Pero aunque tú estés lejos, nuestros cepillos de dientes, día tras día y en largas noches de lujuria, entrelazan sus puntas sedosas: incansables.<br /> * A veces les doy la vuelta o les invento las posturas más inverosímiles; y como el hombre de Altamira esbozando en su caverna el bisonte que en el acto se condena, me regocija escucharte gritar, sacudida del sueño -sin saber por qué-,<br /> * y sentir en mi espinazo cómo te estremeces -blanda, sudorosa, sofocada y mía- en las más altas horas de la noche.<br /><br /> * (De Five love songs)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLO4WjLaqYk/Tnmw6t77DlI/AAAAAAAAEvs/S3U7anhGwvE/s1600/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-7.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLO4WjLaqYk/Tnmw6t77DlI/AAAAAAAAEvs/S3U7anhGwvE/s400/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654745329950199378" border="0" /></a><br />William McGregor Paxton<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CX7QoGZISnA/TnmwofwJgvI/AAAAAAAAEvk/U_jXpZMOXEo/s1600/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-8.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CX7QoGZISnA/TnmwofwJgvI/AAAAAAAAEvk/U_jXpZMOXEo/s400/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654745016905073394" border="0" /></a><br />Guillaume Seignac<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7b4ULc5ugwo/TnmwbjChYcI/AAAAAAAAEvc/F0gS7vHCcaM/s1600/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-9.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7b4ULc5ugwo/TnmwbjChYcI/AAAAAAAAEvc/F0gS7vHCcaM/s400/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-9.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654744794449142210" border="0" /></a><br />Joseph Rodefer de Camp<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPKnzaqqJXw/TnmwET2EDGI/AAAAAAAAEvU/1-KHX_l_pP8/s1600/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-10.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPKnzaqqJXw/TnmwET2EDGI/AAAAAAAAEvU/1-KHX_l_pP8/s400/niall-binns-escritor-maldito-o-genio-sublime-L-10.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654744395233365090" border="0" /></a><br />Pedro Saenz </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-4307914093788615087?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-46912661000440767032011-09-18T15:13:00.003-04:002011-09-18T15:29:18.615-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TShBLrML0vo/TnZGNkD1cZI/AAAAAAAAEvM/afn7msVnAlM/s1600/ERIC%2BFISCHL.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TShBLrML0vo/TnZGNkD1cZI/AAAAAAAAEvM/afn7msVnAlM/s400/ERIC%2BFISCHL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653783581042241938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Como no podía ser de otra manera, hoy haré mi homenaje a un pintor llamado Eric Fischl ,que con sus pinturas siempre me deja un sabor agridulce ,la cuestión debe ser, que a la par que disfruto enormemente con su trabajo, también me traslada a una sociedad con tendencia a la hipocresía. Sin embargo ,eso no resta mi admiración y deleite al contemplar sus obras artísticas ,como las que a continuación aquí expongo para disfrute de mis visitantes. Quién tenga más curiosidad por su obra : FISCHL<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZFs7zMwLT0/TnZGHPbx28I/AAAAAAAAEvE/HY-yXVQqibw/s1600/FISCH%2B1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZFs7zMwLT0/TnZGHPbx28I/AAAAAAAAEvE/HY-yXVQqibw/s400/FISCH%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653783472426310594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DJo8n2d4ybM/TnZF_hu8UiI/AAAAAAAAEu8/705J7MOEGtg/s1600/FISCH%2B1.jpg12.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DJo8n2d4ybM/TnZF_hu8UiI/AAAAAAAAEu8/705J7MOEGtg/s400/FISCH%2B1.jpg12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653783339899572770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQx-_2PbpMc/TnZF4OIsmFI/AAAAAAAAEu0/RAwQVNHwsyk/s1600/FISCHL0%25C2%25BA.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQx-_2PbpMc/TnZF4OIsmFI/AAAAAAAAEu0/RAwQVNHwsyk/s400/FISCHL0%25C2%25BA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653783214379800658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5MwdlS62Y/TnZFyNwiLtI/AAAAAAAAEus/2kXjTDB09DU/s1600/Fischl1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5MwdlS62Y/TnZFyNwiLtI/AAAAAAAAEus/2kXjTDB09DU/s400/Fischl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653783111199239890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UN1FhDyoAnI/TnZFrKY3-rI/AAAAAAAAEuk/2c8UXQWVaAU/s1600/FISCHL.jpg11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UN1FhDyoAnI/TnZFrKY3-rI/AAAAAAAAEuk/2c8UXQWVaAU/s400/FISCHL.jpg11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653782990035614386" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-4691266100044076703?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-45426664132432080652011-09-15T03:32:00.009-04:002011-09-15T03:46:24.454-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjhmIH46B4k/TnGruKmhCVI/AAAAAAAAEuc/m8ks0tYBsuo/s1600/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjhmIH46B4k/TnGruKmhCVI/AAAAAAAAEuc/m8ks0tYBsuo/s400/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652487816934918482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Medical - Baby Delivery<br /><br /> * Bonnie Hofkin, una artista contemporánea y polifacética nos habla de su inspiración y su manera peculiar y poética de vivir el arte. Sus trabajos están marcados primero por su dedicación a la ilustración en el campo médico así como científico y posteriormente su incursión en el mundo de la pintura con una original proyección y mezcla que nos hace observar su cuadros y deleitarnos con los detalles de la anatomía y también con una obra altamente poética.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--VZbZ4rvcCs/TnGrniSj3VI/AAAAAAAAEuU/vtIronTvokw/s1600/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-2.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--VZbZ4rvcCs/TnGrniSj3VI/AAAAAAAAEuU/vtIronTvokw/s400/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652487703034584402" border="0" /></a><br />Pet Portrait<br /><br /> * "En algún punto entre el Adriático y el Mediterráneo, me encontré con mi musa.<br /> * La antigua Europa soñadora, la decadencia de las góndolas venecianas o la celebración de la forma humana en numerosas fuentes y estatuas.<br /> * ¿Cómo transformar con la yemas de los dedos el mármol de Bernini en carne animada?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWNoow91eTY/TnGrh1wNVjI/AAAAAAAAEuM/yMxaPCxQAuw/s1600/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-3.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWNoow91eTY/TnGrh1wNVjI/AAAAAAAAEuM/yMxaPCxQAuw/s400/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652487605179995698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Bonnie Hofkin nos revela la forma humana en sus pinturasBonnie Hofkin<br /><br /> * ¿Cómo liberaba Miguel Ángel a sus figuras de la piedra mientras aún permanecían en el cautiverio del mármol en bruto sin pulir?<br /> * Veo las grietas, los chips, las erosiones y las pátinas como un homenaje al tiempo: estas imperfecciones definen una forma muy parecida a la sombra de un velo de encaje sobre la cara de una mujer.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6TKeKo-6Ao/TnGrb1B8YwI/AAAAAAAAEuE/1KaNKFq_Cyw/s1600/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-4.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6TKeKo-6Ao/TnGrb1B8YwI/AAAAAAAAEuE/1KaNKFq_Cyw/s400/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652487501906731778" border="0" /></a><br />Alegrias<br /><br /> * Estas son las fuentes de las que he bebido, y así, trato de mezclar estos elementos en cuanto a su forma y a su expresión en mi trabajo.<br /> * Para crear texturas «envejecidas» , he aprendido a renunciar a un control total de los materiales.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGnCGuaLZDw/TnGrV00nlZI/AAAAAAAAEt8/_pV-j87YyTg/s1600/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-5.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGnCGuaLZDw/TnGrV00nlZI/AAAAAAAAEt8/_pV-j87YyTg/s400/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652487398771627410" border="0" /></a><br />Artemis Ascends<br /><br /> * Me siento simplemente una trabajadora de las fuerzas elementales en la aplicación de métodos.<br /> * De manera que una serie de cortes en el pigmento o una riada de pinceladas me hacen ver en mis obras las arrugas y las erosiones del amor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyRD7ECs55s/TnGrPxO_V1I/AAAAAAAAEt0/VuKSteazb1Y/s1600/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-6.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyRD7ECs55s/TnGrPxO_V1I/AAAAAAAAEt0/VuKSteazb1Y/s400/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652487294729279314" border="0" /></a><br />Minotaur<br /><br /> * Mi pintura intenta combinar la forma escultórica clásica con un material o un acabado degradado y tosco.<br /> * Si lo quiero expresar desde un punto de vista médico, diría que cuando choca la pasión con la exactitud anatómica, el resultado es un movimiento dinámico y la emoción dentro de la figura ."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CH3QemOKTv8/TnGrJ7wt1ZI/AAAAAAAAEts/hjKhE82o92c/s1600/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-7.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CH3QemOKTv8/TnGrJ7wt1ZI/AAAAAAAAEts/hjKhE82o92c/s400/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652487194475877778" border="0" /></a><br />Ben<br /><br /> * Bonnie Hofkin realizó su Bachillerato en Artes de la Universidad de California en Berkeley y continuó sus estudios de ilustración en el Art Center College of Design en Pasadena, California.<br /> * Demostrando su pasión por la anatomía humana pasó a obtener su Maestría en Artes trabajando en la ilustración médica de la Universidad de Texas Southwestern Medical Center en Dallas.<br /> * Después de décadas como freelance en Nueva York y en la Bahía de San Francisco, dejó el aerógrafo para tomar el pincel empezando así su labor de revelar la forma humana desde el ojo de una anatomista.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YK_CFNILtu4/TnGrDvcdy2I/AAAAAAAAEtk/szsafJeKvxI/s1600/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-8.jpeg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psqhUu7WpOE/TnGqcHW7N1I/AAAAAAAAEs0/tmPqLPHXUPM/s400/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-14.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652486407314945874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hm6ohKQa3Q/TnGqVvTXXfI/AAAAAAAAEss/xwN84gJ66Ag/s1600/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-15.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hm6ohKQa3Q/TnGqVvTXXfI/AAAAAAAAEss/xwN84gJ66Ag/s400/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-15.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652486297778347506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B8vfv41n244/TnGqNcLP5KI/AAAAAAAAEsk/46lLjcRrvD0/s1600/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-31.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B8vfv41n244/TnGqNcLP5KI/AAAAAAAAEsk/46lLjcRrvD0/s400/bonnie-hofkin-revela-forma-humana-pinturas-L-31.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652486155205076130" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-4542666413243208065?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-29476960484451359172011-09-09T05:58:00.005-04:002011-09-09T06:08:25.594-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/audrey%20Banatasihttp://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bd46WT0V7II/TmnkYP29yNI/AAAAAAAAEsc/AzCS7UHEnps/s1600/ey%2Banastasi2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bd46WT0V7II/TmnkYP29yNI/AAAAAAAAEsc/AzCS7UHEnps/s400/audrey%2Banastasi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650298312738064594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Como masa extrañada<br /><br />y masculina,<br /><br />¿no sabías que Galatea<br /><br />cuando quiere<br /><br />se convierte en Pigmalión?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB5xkICxgA8/TmnkQo-BYlI/AAAAAAAAEsU/7J_7C4ATzmM/s1600/audrey%2Banastasi3jpg.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB5xkICxgA8/TmnkQo-BYlI/AAAAAAAAEsU/7J_7C4ATzmM/s400/audrey%2Banastasi3jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650298182039593554" border="0" /></a><br />audrey BanatasiYo tomara el puntero,<br /><br />desbastara<br /><br />el gran bloque de tu carne.<br /><br />Cinceles dentados,<br /><br />dientes puntiagudos<br /><br />harían cosquillas por tu piel<br /><br />de piedra.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIhrh4wpj5Y/TmnkJAfuaxI/AAAAAAAAEsM/xDeUPn_TT9Q/s1600/Audrey%2BAnastasi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIhrh4wpj5Y/TmnkJAfuaxI/AAAAAAAAEsM/xDeUPn_TT9Q/s400/Audrey%2BAnastasi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650298050916018962" border="0" /></a>Te esculpo,<br /><br />te horado ,<br /><br />logró unos labios enormes<br /><br />palpitantes en tu rostro,<br /><br />amenazan con absorber<br /><br />chupar, digerir.<br /><br />Taladro unos ojos brutales,<br /><br />descomunales,<br /><br />¡me observas!<br />audrey Banatasi<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wohPIN5BC3g/TmnkBgUvHDI/AAAAAAAAEsE/DVc-eLhL0do/s1600/audrey%2Banastasy4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wohPIN5BC3g/TmnkBgUvHDI/AAAAAAAAEsE/DVc-eLhL0do/s400/audrey%2Banastasy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650297922020908082" border="0" /></a>Continúo en las formas<br /><br />de tu pecho,<br /><br />pico piedra.<br /><br />Tus brazos.<br /><br />Labro,<br /><br />labro<br /><br />excavaciones profundas,<br /><br />observo el percutor,<br /><br />lo copio.<br />audrey Banatasi<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBBwEhGVjgc/TmnjzUNN5pI/AAAAAAAAEr8/le_Ql90tilw/s1600/audrey%2Banatasi5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBBwEhGVjgc/TmnjzUNN5pI/AAAAAAAAEr8/le_Ql90tilw/s400/audrey%2Banatasi5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650297678249977490" border="0" /></a>Eres<br /><br />Aquiles,<br /><br />semejante a un dios.<br /><br />Eres Héctor,<br /><br />el de más hermosa figura.<br /><br />Te modelo.<br /><br />Separo tus piernas,<br /><br />te esmerilo,<br /><br />te froto,<br /><br />te pulo,<br /><br />te beso<br /><br />te libo,<br /><br />te derramo.<br /><br />Vuelo<br /><br />por la estancia.<br /><br /><br />audrey Banatasi<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJoEBpfbpHQ/TmnjtF-Jb0I/AAAAAAAAEr0/bSirE4sGHpU/s1600/saturno%2Bbutto2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJoEBpfbpHQ/TmnjtF-Jb0I/AAAAAAAAEr0/bSirE4sGHpU/s400/saturno%2Bbutto2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650297571349458754" border="0" /></a>¿Y si yo te lamiera<br /><br />el cuerpo entero,<br /><br />la piel coqueta,<br /><br />el vello descarado,<br /><br />apetecible?<br />saturno butto<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KC1gEfX3Y1w/Tmnjf_2mRPI/AAAAAAAAErs/QqQlI3pJHt8/s1600/saturno%2Bbutto.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KC1gEfX3Y1w/Tmnjf_2mRPI/AAAAAAAAErs/QqQlI3pJHt8/s400/saturno%2Bbutto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650297346368881906" border="0" /></a><br />saturno butto</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-2947696048445135917?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-58094365732026979842011-09-05T04:55:00.009-04:002011-09-05T05:06:45.851-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcrvyZQM9K8/TmSQDKNYRDI/AAAAAAAAErk/7ZTow1XulXA/s1600/804.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcrvyZQM9K8/TmSQDKNYRDI/AAAAAAAAErk/7ZTow1XulXA/s400/804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648798216583922738" border="0" /></a> <br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Olimpia: Magritte <br /> <br /> * Hace unos días me llegaba una noticia en la que no he podido dejar de pensar. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QaQv9SGSLM/TmSP9OrBp5I/AAAAAAAAErc/0a87xD0dwik/s1600/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-2.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QaQv9SGSLM/TmSP9OrBp5I/AAAAAAAAErc/0a87xD0dwik/s400/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648798114702796690" border="0" /></a> <br />Rene-magritte: georgette-magritte-1934-studio-per-un-progetto-pubblicitario <br /> <br /> * Se trata de un robo en la casa museo de Magriite. <br /> * Se llevaron una pintura llamada Olimpia, en la que la mujer del pintor posó desnuda como en tantas otras pinturas de Magritte. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmTv33qm18A/TmSP2_Q5HDI/AAAAAAAAErU/jGtiuS5Zhyo/s1600/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-3.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmTv33qm18A/TmSP2_Q5HDI/AAAAAAAAErU/jGtiuS5Zhyo/s400/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648798007487437874" border="0" /></a> <br />Georgette Magritte, bruxelles <br /> <br /> * Georgette, musa inspiradora y mujer que compartió durante muchos años su vida con el pintor surrealista, era ahora despojada por un ladrón que se la llevó por la fuerza de su casa. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sS91tOUAdA0/TmSPxY79FkI/AAAAAAAAErM/ECGmNXn8rHI/s1600/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-4.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sS91tOUAdA0/TmSPxY79FkI/AAAAAAAAErM/ECGmNXn8rHI/s400/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648797911299724866" border="0" /></a> <br />Fueron varios los asaltantes, pero imagino, habría un cerebro detrás que dirigió la trama. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDgnB0JjKi4/TmSPrvtUWqI/AAAAAAAAErE/6bXL_v6AqJI/s1600/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-5.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDgnB0JjKi4/TmSPrvtUWqI/AAAAAAAAErE/6bXL_v6AqJI/s400/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648797814333135522" border="0" /></a> <br />No se detuvieron, fueron directos al cuadro, y yo me pregunto, si solamente será fruto de la codicia o de un deseo algo más profundo. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apfs4Oij0vk/TmSPmAcpgXI/AAAAAAAAEq8/ndD_ugqDuRE/s1600/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-6.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apfs4Oij0vk/TmSPmAcpgXI/AAAAAAAAEq8/ndD_ugqDuRE/s400/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648797715747406194" border="0" /></a> <br />La reine semiramis, georgette magritte <br /> <br /> * Os dejo con algunas pinturas en la que georgette posó para el pintor y un texto, imaginando quizá, a una Olimpia pidiendo clemencia. <br /> <br /> * Me buscaste desde que supiste de mí <br /> * en aquel libro de arte que inspeccionabas cada día. <br /> <br /> * Me escudriñaste, me sometiste a tu imaginación impía, <br /> * recorrías cada centímetro de mi cuerpo <br /> * trazando planes para hacerme tuya. <br /> <br /> * Más no pudiendo reprimir tu deseo insatisfecho <br /> * lujuria desmedida de posesión, <br /> * fuiste a por mí <br /> * y te llevaste mi alma, <br /> <br /> * caracola en mi vientre recelosa <br /> * me robaste, me tienes secuestrada, <br /> * amortajada sin René, <br /> <br /> * devuélveme a mi origen, <br /> <br /> * permite oh ladrón enamorado y ciego <br /> * que mi inmortal destino <br /> * descanse donde estaba y <br /> * ten piedad de mí, <br /> <br /> * devuélveme mi nácar transparente <br /> * mis noches de otoño solitario <br /> * mis días de nostalgia enfebrecida <br /> * mis grutas sin inspeccionar. <br /> <br /> * Mi devoto amor, <br /> <br /> * no mutiles mis amaneceres contra el cristal <br /> * mirando de soslayo las caricias no dadas, <br /> <br /> * la eternidad de quien está retratada <br /> * muerta, sepultada e inmortalmente amada. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljYItrBy-AU/TmSPgMHi9yI/AAAAAAAAEq0/_1vBWkJL-lc/s1600/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-7.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljYItrBy-AU/TmSPgMHi9yI/AAAAAAAAEq0/_1vBWkJL-lc/s400/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648797615800907554" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rjuTTlnUW2g/TmSPZT67isI/AAAAAAAAEqs/jKON3KUopc0/s1600/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-8.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rjuTTlnUW2g/TmSPZT67isI/AAAAAAAAEqs/jKON3KUopc0/s400/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648797497636391618" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-osH_yhaeGnM/TmSPT58bgRI/AAAAAAAAEqk/AxEsFVYKwZQ/s1600/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-9.jpeg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1X37D5g5nU/TmSO9nbAz7I/AAAAAAAAEqM/jRh8OmCP5vE/s400/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-11.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648797021834891186" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3L5ptBlEQQ/TmSO3u-nB_I/AAAAAAAAEqE/-MBoyR9x1Lo/s1600/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-12.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3L5ptBlEQQ/TmSO3u-nB_I/AAAAAAAAEqE/-MBoyR9x1Lo/s400/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-12.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648796920784029682" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdrXR8VWuLk/TmSOxlCiKgI/AAAAAAAAEp8/iNVnaHZfCzM/s1600/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-13.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdrXR8VWuLk/TmSOxlCiKgI/AAAAAAAAEp8/iNVnaHZfCzM/s400/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-13.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648796815036918274" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3LRNdsYNjyI/TmSOmWQWT4I/AAAAAAAAEp0/t58--24oEuI/s1600/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-15.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3LRNdsYNjyI/TmSOmWQWT4I/AAAAAAAAEp0/t58--24oEuI/s400/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-15.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648796622089768834" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gPdAYV7xiE/TmSOhCzkjLI/AAAAAAAAEps/1ZO4elaspqw/s1600/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-16.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gPdAYV7xiE/TmSOhCzkjLI/AAAAAAAAEps/1ZO4elaspqw/s400/olimpia-pide-clemencia-L-16.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648796530969447602" border="0" /></a> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-5809436573202697984?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-36173478529927753612011-08-30T15:36:00.007-04:002011-08-30T15:44:04.705-04:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRc_jU3mg58/Tl09AVNm8MI/AAAAAAAAEpk/WpvWAx6pAQQ/s1600/Francis%2BGiacco3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646736583695986882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRc_jU3mg58/Tl09AVNm8MI/AAAAAAAAEpk/WpvWAx6pAQQ/s400/Francis%2BGiacco3.jpg" /></a> <br /><span style="color:#996633;">Francis Giacco <br />. <br />El reloj y la casa deshabitada, <br /> <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />El pelo y el collar, <br />semblante sigiloso, <br />vibración, sala talar, <br />gafas, chaqueta labios, <br />zapatillas cadera, <br />cuerpo fresco, <br />puntillas. <br />Pared azul, los barcos, <br />armario empotrado y sinfonier. <br />Espejo, pavimento cuadrado, <br />moqueta gris adornada <br />y su mesilla. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4JPWDtism8/Tl08yofpyPI/AAAAAAAAEpc/3BVUZ3gohCc/s1600/Francis%2BGiacco.jpg"><span style="color:#996633;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646736348353775858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4JPWDtism8/Tl08yofpyPI/AAAAAAAAEpc/3BVUZ3gohCc/s400/Francis%2BGiacco.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#996633;"> <br />Francis Giacco <br /> <br />Y ahí estás mirándome <br />sobre la cama, <br />piel gigante desmoronada <br />en deseo. <br />Fusión con la colcha, <br />¿me buscas a mí o es a tu sombra? <br />En tanta habitación disminuida <br />eres el cuerpo entero, <br />Cada vez más hombre. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4Qy7VqLl5k/Tl08eoDBaZI/AAAAAAAAEpU/jv2hUn3AbPY/s1600/David%2BAlexander%2BColville8888.jpg"><span style="color:#996633;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646736004636305810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4Qy7VqLl5k/Tl08eoDBaZI/AAAAAAAAEpU/jv2hUn3AbPY/s400/David%2BAlexander%2BColville8888.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#996633;"> <br />David Alexander Colville <br /> <br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-3617347852992775361?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-9699490759725645462011-08-27T08:37:00.007-04:002011-08-27T08:55:58.525-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFsP3kM9meE/Tljoi80qd-I/AAAAAAAAEo8/F4CpEBu4i3k/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFsP3kM9meE/Tljoi80qd-I/AAAAAAAAEo8/F4CpEBu4i3k/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645517820049127394" border="0" /></a> <br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Cinnamon Girl, detalle <br /> <br /> * Carol Peace nació el 29 de abril del año 1970 en South Yorkshire, Inglaterra. <br /> * Escultora, pintora, una creativa excepcional que nos hace amar el arte con arcilla y bronce como ingredientes principales en su trabajo. <br /> * Para conocerla mejor, ella misma habla de sus sentimientos y su forma de enfrentarse al trabajo: <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7D315Q6cvjk/Tljoc-JmgSI/AAAAAAAAEo0/uXBVYfQXV3U/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-2.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7D315Q6cvjk/Tljoc-JmgSI/AAAAAAAAEo0/uXBVYfQXV3U/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645517717326168354" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br />"Trabajo sobre todo la arcilla porque el hecho de transformar algo fluido y frágil en algo que perdurará me fascina. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3EIR0DcQL8/TljoXI2YGdI/AAAAAAAAEos/E-2nwZKLYmE/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-3.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3EIR0DcQL8/TljoXI2YGdI/AAAAAAAAEos/E-2nwZKLYmE/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645517617119107538" border="0" /></a> <br />Spring <br /> <br /> * También utilizo bronce, hierro y resina, estos trabajos me encanta hacerlos en penumbra porque me ayuda a definir mejor las luces y los contornos. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D97-f_WK1ME/TljoQ8oPoVI/AAAAAAAAEok/CwYU07P30KI/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-4.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D97-f_WK1ME/TljoQ8oPoVI/AAAAAAAAEok/CwYU07P30KI/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645517510759391570" border="0" /></a> <br />Possibly <br /> <br /> * El hecho de trabajar con arcilla me da la posibilidad de ir cambiando las formas una y otra vez. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMTQwMZJEFo/TljoLtrmdoI/AAAAAAAAEoY/hB5Mr0q-upA/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-5.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMTQwMZJEFo/TljoLtrmdoI/AAAAAAAAEoY/hB5Mr0q-upA/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645517420847593090" border="0" /></a> <br />Personal Army <br /> <br /> * Mi inspiración es la vida cotidiana, los sucesos diarios y lo que yo siento en cada momento. <br /> * Las reacciones que podemos tener todos ante diferentes situaciones. <br /> * Lo que me pasa a mí, le puede pasar a cualquiera." <br /> <br />Carol Peace, preciosa arcilla <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OKFxi0tUYr4/TljoE2L5YtI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/9geUxl36huc/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-6.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OKFxi0tUYr4/TljoE2L5YtI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/9geUxl36huc/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645517302871450322" border="0" /></a> <br />Armour Girl <br /> <br /> * Noche cerrada <br /> * ciega en el tiempo <br /> * verde como la luna <br /> * apenas clara entre las luciérnagas. <br /> * Sigo la huella de mis pasos, <br /> * el doloroso retorno a la sonrisa, <br /> * me invento en la cumbre adivinada <br /> * entre árboles retorcidos. <br /> * Sé que algún día <br /> * se alzarán de nuevo <br /> * las yemas recién nacidas <br /> * de mi rojo corazón, <br /> * entonces, quizás, <br /> * oirás mi voz enceguecedora <br /> * como el canto de las sirenas; <br /> * te darás cuenta <br /> * de la soledad; <br /> * juntarás mi arcilla, <br /> * el lodo que te ofrecí, <br /> * entonces tal vez sabrás <br /> * como pesa el amor <br /> * endurecido. <br /> <br />Gioconda Belli <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INt5bNkXklk/Tljn-pOzjwI/AAAAAAAAEoI/VMFiOnSw1PI/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-7.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INt5bNkXklk/Tljn-pOzjwI/AAAAAAAAEoI/VMFiOnSw1PI/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645517196314775298" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7-OfC1M4s8/Tljn4zqdynI/AAAAAAAAEoA/UdZeDRpfWvk/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-8.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7-OfC1M4s8/Tljn4zqdynI/AAAAAAAAEoA/UdZeDRpfWvk/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645517096035928690" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iIWyxZzvosE/TljnzYaXrYI/AAAAAAAAEn4/-LXV1rEuaZ8/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-9.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iIWyxZzvosE/TljnzYaXrYI/AAAAAAAAEn4/-LXV1rEuaZ8/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-9.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645517002821315970" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtgAMEzmJx0/Tljntkz0ZDI/AAAAAAAAEnw/IfqE89kbn1k/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-10.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtgAMEzmJx0/Tljntkz0ZDI/AAAAAAAAEnw/IfqE89kbn1k/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-10.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645516903070065714" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WA6EFCwKpVY/TljnnWGu3hI/AAAAAAAAEno/WKs7UCHwNYQ/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-11.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WA6EFCwKpVY/TljnnWGu3hI/AAAAAAAAEno/WKs7UCHwNYQ/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-11.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645516796043648530" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQpRxPelYek/Tljng1ZEyCI/AAAAAAAAEng/MSQ8a7-wRGY/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-12.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQpRxPelYek/Tljng1ZEyCI/AAAAAAAAEng/MSQ8a7-wRGY/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-12.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645516684182997026" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5FCS637HN68/TljnbE00HnI/AAAAAAAAEnY/dfEY5I8VqVs/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-13.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5FCS637HN68/TljnbE00HnI/AAAAAAAAEnY/dfEY5I8VqVs/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-13.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645516585246662258" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---05IdBPwbs/TljnVMYS4RI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/w_3EfHiA0Ug/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-14.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---05IdBPwbs/TljnVMYS4RI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/w_3EfHiA0Ug/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-14.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645516484195311890" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGxdNOjvok0/TljnPVuegNI/AAAAAAAAEnI/tV6U-snseCM/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-15.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGxdNOjvok0/TljnPVuegNI/AAAAAAAAEnI/tV6U-snseCM/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-15.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645516383625052370" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjStvxE1kIo/TljnG4ctncI/AAAAAAAAEnA/hPVw5-Kg_LM/s1600/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-17.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjStvxE1kIo/TljnG4ctncI/AAAAAAAAEnA/hPVw5-Kg_LM/s400/carol-peace-preciosa-arcilla-L-17.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645516238326963650" border="0" /></a> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-969949075972564546?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-42081244868297188372011-08-21T08:58:00.016-04:002011-08-21T09:24:35.313-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bM0VfLw3Iqo/TlEFyzCk72I/AAAAAAAAEm4/idt83qu_tsA/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bM0VfLw3Iqo/TlEFyzCk72I/AAAAAAAAEm4/idt83qu_tsA/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643298178324557666" border="0" /></a> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">* Iris Van Dongen nació en 1975 en Tilburg, Países Bajos. Actualmente viva y trabaja a caballo entre Rotterdam y Berlín, los dos países más queridos para la artista.</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Van Dongen es una pintora excepcional con un carisma único y una fuerza impresionante. La primera sorpresa que el espectador se encuentra ante las pinturas de Van Dongen son el inmenso tamaño, algunos llegan a alcanzar varios metros de altura, con el que los ella dota, ésta ya es su primera baza, sorprende el tamaño de los cuadros y la fuerza que atrapa al espectador desde el principio.</span> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQIomhqK490/TlEFrmBp8yI/AAAAAAAAEmw/GaX7Erhd5FE/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-2.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQIomhqK490/TlEFrmBp8yI/AAAAAAAAEmw/GaX7Erhd5FE/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643298054571946786" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Los temas que trata Van Dongen resultan una espectacular mezcla, tanto como sus formas, siempre entre el lado oscuro y el colorista, entre la tradición y la modernidad.</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Sus figuras aparecen en escenarios, muchas veces, alegres, coloridos, floridos, cercanos, en ellos, las figuras humanas aportan algún elemento de sufrimiento, de muerte, son frecuentes las calaveras y los demonios a los que el espectador se enfrenta sin saber exorcizar.</span> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JYkyMQAvcPY/TlEFi1MAp3I/AAAAAAAAEmo/iPusFp9ZwEA/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-3.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JYkyMQAvcPY/TlEFi1MAp3I/AAAAAAAAEmo/iPusFp9ZwEA/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643297904023086962" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Los temas que trata Van Dongen resultan una espectacular mezcla, tanto como sus formas, siempre entre el lado oscuro y el colorista, entre la tradición y la modernidad.</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Sus figuras aparecen en escenarios, muchas veces, alegres, coloridos, floridos, cercanos, en ellos, las figuras humanas aportan algún elemento de sufrimiento, de muerte, son frecuentes las calaveras y los demonios a los que el espectador se enfrenta sin saber exorcizar.</span> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZzCM5HZ4A0/TlEFcO9g4sI/AAAAAAAAEmg/Hs5FkNIstWU/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-4.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZzCM5HZ4A0/TlEFcO9g4sI/AAAAAAAAEmg/Hs5FkNIstWU/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643297790682522306" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Silk and Snake, 2008, pastel, charcoal, pencil on paper</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * La modernidad, a la que ella pertenece, el arte contemporáneo, se aúna a la mejor tradición modernista de lo decadente y enfermizo, del lado diabólico, esotérico y decadente.</span> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpEXp6UHCVg/TlEFVCIWRJI/AAAAAAAAEmY/WAWymsNKg9A/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-5.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpEXp6UHCVg/TlEFVCIWRJI/AAAAAAAAEmY/WAWymsNKg9A/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643297666979218578" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Sus modernas figuras, adquieren la dignidad de héroes y heroínas trágicos, elevados a la figura de mitos en esta mezcla única y explosiva.</span> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_weZ1qlv9R0/TlEFOUlzqVI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/Zm99Swm9stQ/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-6.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_weZ1qlv9R0/TlEFOUlzqVI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/Zm99Swm9stQ/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643297551675533650" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Una artista originalísima en sus propuestas actuales, que no sabemos hasta dónde pueden llegar en su espíritu visionario del sepulcro del barroco y de los rascacielos de Nueva York.</span> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxvpGOneGXs/TlEFHd7OCjI/AAAAAAAAEmI/zcJAWppsjBA/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-7.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxvpGOneGXs/TlEFHd7OCjI/AAAAAAAAEmI/zcJAWppsjBA/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643297433922177586" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzAkNlXkJvk/TlEFALL8OsI/AAAAAAAAEmA/5iLeN5HNxXE/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-8.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzAkNlXkJvk/TlEFALL8OsI/AAAAAAAAEmA/5iLeN5HNxXE/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643297308632955586" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qG4ii18XPkQ/TlEE5n8QAbI/AAAAAAAAEl4/3TbnRiFIQ04/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-9.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qG4ii18XPkQ/TlEE5n8QAbI/AAAAAAAAEl4/3TbnRiFIQ04/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-9.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643297196092686770" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6NKh2B6cAM/TlEEyGBfOUI/AAAAAAAAElw/cjGRk6B4WH8/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-10.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6NKh2B6cAM/TlEEyGBfOUI/AAAAAAAAElw/cjGRk6B4WH8/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-10.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643297066728765762" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SsAD4GCJlo/TlEErgjGScI/AAAAAAAAElo/uYSB4J4MDWc/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-11.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SsAD4GCJlo/TlEErgjGScI/AAAAAAAAElo/uYSB4J4MDWc/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-11.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643296953589975490" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeOP48oKCcw/TlEEjqsT8qI/AAAAAAAAElg/0hG4C9UCRbw/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-12.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeOP48oKCcw/TlEEjqsT8qI/AAAAAAAAElg/0hG4C9UCRbw/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-12.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643296818874020514" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Suspicious</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Yo soy Bella, ¡oh mortales! como un sueño de piedra,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * y mi seno que a todos eternamente torturó,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * ha sido creado para inspirar amor a los poetas.</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Eterna e incólumne, como la materia.</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Incomprendida esfinge, reino en azul;</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * El níveo corazón junto a la blancura del cisne;</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * detesto el movimiento que desplaza las líneas.</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Yo jamás lloré, como tampoco jamás reí.</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Los poetas, ante mis gestos altivos,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Que recuerdan antiguos monumentos,</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * consumen sus días en penosa labor.</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Que para fascinar a estos dóciles amantes</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Tengo puros espejos que embellecen las cosas:</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Mis ojos, mis dos enormes pozos de eternidad.</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">---</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Charles Baudelaire</span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * 1821-1867</span> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ho9sRJR2HWo/TlEEdGXw1HI/AAAAAAAAElY/vu0D72WNu2k/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-13.jpeg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fQoeFF9BuM/TlEBtsZYY0I/AAAAAAAAEi4/nn2szdsuQbU/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-34.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643293692595299138" border="0" /> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Big-zel_bQ/TlEBmh88m4I/AAAAAAAAEiw/2Z4GqPWB_Xw/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-35.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Big-zel_bQ/TlEBmh88m4I/AAAAAAAAEiw/2Z4GqPWB_Xw/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-35.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643293569532599170" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ExpMggizu5k/TlEBcUmgBBI/AAAAAAAAEio/CU3lTqMrPqY/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-36.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ExpMggizu5k/TlEBcUmgBBI/AAAAAAAAEio/CU3lTqMrPqY/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-36.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643293394150097938" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNOfUgwPB2A/TlEBSe7lOcI/AAAAAAAAEig/NoM-8T3qy_c/s1600/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-37.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNOfUgwPB2A/TlEBSe7lOcI/AAAAAAAAEig/NoM-8T3qy_c/s400/iris-van-dongen-decadente-modernidad-L-37.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643293225124182466" border="0" /></a> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-4208124486829718837?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-74001430477667330662011-08-17T04:55:00.015-04:002011-08-17T05:14:21.913-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ancFGMMto7Y/TkuF55TAtGI/AAAAAAAAEiY/3rR5xp0EbhA/s1600/el-amor-L-1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ancFGMMto7Y/TkuF55TAtGI/AAAAAAAAEiY/3rR5xp0EbhA/s400/el-amor-L-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641750187891274850" border="0" /></a> <br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Vittorio Matteo Corcos <br /> <br /> * Me refugié bajo un portal. De la casa de enfrente llegaban las notas de un vals. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKODuSlM400/TkuFp7J5QKI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/qXkST7VgKig/s1600/el-amor-L-2.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKODuSlM400/TkuFp7J5QKI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/qXkST7VgKig/s400/el-amor-L-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641749913512001698" border="0" /></a> <br />Carl Vilhelm Holsoe <br /> <br /> * Cesó la lluvia, y en el balcón de aquella casa apareció una muchacha morena vestida de amarillo. <br /> * No la veía bien, allá en lo alto; no hubiese podido decir "su nariz sonrosada", pero me enamoré; quizá fue por el aguacero, quizá el brillo de las goteras bajo el sol que asomaba otra vez (nos sigue de puntillas alguien que mueve las nubes, suscita clamores en los caminos sólo para que nos empujen donde a él le conviene, pero de modo que se acuse a las nubes y a los clamores). <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uso3FSALBR8/TkuFYmp23SI/AAAAAAAAEiI/wiVl3aI1kt4/s1600/el-amor-L-3.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uso3FSALBR8/TkuFYmp23SI/AAAAAAAAEiI/wiVl3aI1kt4/s400/el-amor-L-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641749615951142178" border="0" /></a> <br />Alfred Stevens <br /> <br /> * Desde el balcón se le cayó a la muchacha un pañuelo; corrí a recogerlo y entré en el portal escaleras arriba. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogtBphywTdk/TkuFMCosUKI/AAAAAAAAEiA/wIsOb25cYck/s1600/el-amor-L-4.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogtBphywTdk/TkuFMCosUKI/AAAAAAAAEiA/wIsOb25cYck/s400/el-amor-L-4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641749400124149922" border="0" /></a> <br />Eugene de Blaas <br /> <br /> * En lo alto me esperaba la muchacha: "Gracias", dijo. "¿Cómo te llamas?", la pregunté, jadeante. "Ana", respondió, y despareció. <br /> * La escribí una carta que nunca más he vuelto a escribir en la vida, al cabo de un año era mi mujer. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LDQnKsVmbU/TkuE-prdhSI/AAAAAAAAEh4/wgPCkTtnR6E/s1600/el-amor-L-5.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LDQnKsVmbU/TkuE-prdhSI/AAAAAAAAEh4/wgPCkTtnR6E/s400/el-amor-L-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641749170086577442" border="0" /></a> <br />Vittorio Matteo Corcos <br /> <br /> * Somos felices; a menudo viene a vernos María, la hermana de Ana; se quieren y se parecen mucho. <br /> * Un día se habló de aquella tarde de verano, de cómo nos habíamos conocido Ana y yo. "Estaba en el balcón -contó María- y, de repente, se me cayó el pañuelo. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhgMx4lkZC0/TkuExjEdQ1I/AAAAAAAAEhw/DqtZll7yvno/s1600/el-amor-L-6.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhgMx4lkZC0/TkuExjEdQ1I/AAAAAAAAEhw/DqtZll7yvno/s400/el-amor-L-6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641748944974070610" border="0" /></a> <br />Frederick Carl Frieseke <br /> <br /> * Ana estaba tocando el piano. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMLig8hbbOs/TkuEcMR6CXI/AAAAAAAAEho/b3ywHSJ0cPo/s1600/el-amor-L-7.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMLig8hbbOs/TkuEcMR6CXI/AAAAAAAAEho/b3ywHSJ0cPo/s400/el-amor-L-7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641748578079213938" border="0" /></a> <br />John Sloan <br /> <br /> * La dije: "Se me ha caído el pañuelo, alguien viene a traérmelo". <br /> * Ella, menos tímida que yo, fue a tu encuentro y os conocisteis, lo recuerdo como si fuera ayer; <br /> * las dos llevábamos un vestido amarillo. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSY7f86I2u8/TkuENC5-G3I/AAAAAAAAEhg/86IuY2mFE6I/s1600/el-amor-L-8.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSY7f86I2u8/TkuENC5-G3I/AAAAAAAAEhg/86IuY2mFE6I/s400/el-amor-L-8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641748317864860530" border="0" /></a> <br />William Merritt Chase <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DrNR1gDIDk/TkuD8Pnx7QI/AAAAAAAAEhY/rQMvztKGzN0/s1600/el-amor-L-9.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DrNR1gDIDk/TkuD8Pnx7QI/AAAAAAAAEhY/rQMvztKGzN0/s400/el-amor-L-9.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641748029220449538" border="0" /></a> <br />Eugene de Blaas ... <br /> <br /> * El amor <br /> <br /> * Cesare Zavattini <br /> * (Luzzara, Reggio Emilia 1902 - Roma 1989) <br /> <br /> * Traducción de Juan Marsé <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3A6K1eL1t8/TkuDeTO8g7I/AAAAAAAAEhQ/qOA6Pfwp-zc/s1600/el-amor-L-10.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3A6K1eL1t8/TkuDeTO8g7I/AAAAAAAAEhQ/qOA6Pfwp-zc/s400/el-amor-L-10.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641747514793952178" border="0" /></a> <br />Thomas Pollock Anschutz <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G6MculmXXHc/TkuDPgYqZWI/AAAAAAAAEhI/ByWcn1c9xb4/s1600/el-amor-L-11.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G6MculmXXHc/TkuDPgYqZWI/AAAAAAAAEhI/ByWcn1c9xb4/s400/el-amor-L-11.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641747260626330978" border="0" /></a> <br />Vittorio Matteo Corcos <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NEBFZ9q_24/TkuC_IRv0II/AAAAAAAAEhA/55UoEVc9ifk/s1600/el-amor-L-12.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NEBFZ9q_24/TkuC_IRv0II/AAAAAAAAEhA/55UoEVc9ifk/s400/el-amor-L-12.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641746979276968066" border="0" /></a> <br />Francis Sidney Muschamp <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOceJRw1qtc/TkuCvQk2HTI/AAAAAAAAEg4/AJDO6ec7cX4/s1600/el-amor-L-13.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOceJRw1qtc/TkuCvQk2HTI/AAAAAAAAEg4/AJDO6ec7cX4/s400/el-amor-L-13.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641746706626649394" border="0" /></a> <br />Edmond Francois Aman <br /> <br /> * ... <br /> <br />"El amor halla sus caminos, aunque sea a través de senderos por donde ni los lobos se atreverían a seguir su presa." Lord Byron <br /> <br /> * ..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-7400143047766733066?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-52960697581708068502011-08-11T07:11:00.019-04:002011-08-11T07:41:01.639-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cStBSJL7f0A/TkO-53MOBxI/AAAAAAAAEgw/nuBXrucF0aQ/s1600/lusia-popenko-aunque-sea-un-instante-L-1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cStBSJL7f0A/TkO-53MOBxI/AAAAAAAAEgw/nuBXrucF0aQ/s400/lusia-popenko-aunque-sea-un-instante-L-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639561059675014930" border="0" /></a> <br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">White Vail <br /> <br /> * Queridos amigos, volvemos después de un tiempo de descanso con la pilas cargadas para ofreceros todos el arte que quepa en este blog. <br /> * En esta ocasión, se trata de una mujer pintora nacida en la ciudad de Volgogrado y que actualmente reside en Moscú. <br /> * Lusia Popenko es una artista que sabe mezclar a la perfección técnica y sensibilidad. <br /> * Sus trabajos parecen fotografías antiguas donde los personajes cuentan historias y situaciones concretas. <br /> * Momentos cálidos e irrepetibles en los que la artista nos dice que reflejan todos los países y ciudades que ha visitado y todas la películas que por algún motivo le han dejado huella. <br /> * Así, sus personajes tienen un reflejo de lo que todos podemos sentir, aunque sea un instante. <br /> * Os dejo con su arte y con un poema del gran Jaime Gil de Biedma. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOC-VA2QprE/TkO-waLDJoI/AAAAAAAAEgo/-uW2I_Sjb_s/s1600/anita-kreituse-perfecta-armonia-L-1WEGak.jpeg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAcXtuzso-c/TkO8N38A0XI/AAAAAAAAEeo/aB4_skd58Pc/s400/lusia-popenko-aunque-sea-un-instante-L-17.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639558104937976178" border="0" /></a> <br />Fortune Teller <br /> <br /> * Aunque sea un instante, deseamos <br /> * descansar. Soñamos con dejarnos. <br /> * No sé, pero en cualquier lugar <br /> * con tal de que la vida deponga sus espinas. <br /> <br />- <br /> <br /> * Un instante, tal vez. Y nos volvemos <br /> * atrás, hacia el pasado engañoso cerrándose <br /> * sobre el mismo temor actual, que día a día <br /> * entonces también conocimos. <br /> <br />- <br /> <br /> * Se olvida <br /> * pronto, se olvida el sudor tantas noches, <br /> * la nerviosa ansiedad que amarga el mejor logro <br /> * llevándonos a él de antemano rendidos <br /> * sin más que ese vacío de llegar, <br /> * la indiferencia extraña de lo que ya está hecho. <br /> <br />- <br /> <br /> * Así que a cada vez que este temor, <br /> * el eterno temor que tiene nuestro rostro <br /> * nos asalta, gritamos invocando el pasado <br /> * –invocando un pasado que jamás existió– <br /> <br />- <br /> <br /> * para creer al menos que de verdad vivimos <br /> * y que la vida es más que esta pausa inmensa, <br /> * vertiginosa, <br /> * cuando la propia vocación, aquello <br /> * sobre lo cual fundamos un día nuestro ser, <br /> * el nombre que le dimos a nuestra dignidad <br /> * vemos que no era más <br /> * que un desolador deseo de esconderse. <br /> <br />- - <br /> <br /> * Jaime Gil de Biedma <br /> * Aunque sea un instante <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ME3VFQbI4XI/TkO8Ebmey2I/AAAAAAAAEeg/UuXzEd61kMQ/s1600/lusia-popenko-aunque-sea-un-instante-L-18.jpeg"><img style="display: block; 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width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvbWvFdp9f0/TjvCM2BV2LI/AAAAAAAAEcw/9Sv3yRO0HYs/s400/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-sKT96b.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637312884499667122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">* Queridísimos amigos, volvemos después de unas semanas de descanso bloguero con la pintora Johanna Harmon.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Nacida en el año 1968 en Arizona, es una artista que derrocha amor al arte desde pequeña.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Equilibradas figuras llenas de emociones pueblan sus lienzos. Mujeres en diferentes momentos de la vida comparten instantes en el trabajo de Johanna.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Ha ganando un merecido reconocimiento en su carrera ganando múltiples premios.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Sus personajes a menudo parecen nostálgicos, recordando quizás un mundo paralelo desconocido para nosotros pero lleno de símbolos para explorar y dejar volar nuestra imaginación.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Mujeres solitarias y pensativas son las protagonistas de los cuadros de Johanna que con luces y sombras nos invita a introducirnos en su melancólico universo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Os dejo con los trabajos de Johanna Harmon.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk0Bgyldidw/TjvBvZIbzSI/AAAAAAAAEco/jqh7c2jFhLM/s1600/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-HECncA.jpeg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMNmxxxySEQ/TjvBcvwEt8I/AAAAAAAAEcY/ZHd2zJ6K7hA/s400/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-jWqqgu.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637312058182907842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62J6rEUARjI/TjvBUJ85CcI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/E6S7JqCJQIk/s1600/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L--O_rOp.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62J6rEUARjI/TjvBUJ85CcI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/E6S7JqCJQIk/s400/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L--O_rOp.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637311910597167554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-edjNwT8ajNU/TjvAyZRm3MI/AAAAAAAAEcI/532U1alL89Y/s1600/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L--MfmdC.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-edjNwT8ajNU/TjvAyZRm3MI/AAAAAAAAEcI/532U1alL89Y/s400/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L--MfmdC.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637311330595036354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McBvLfHKt1Q/TjvAPCPudTI/AAAAAAAAEb4/WRAm9P1yjL0/s1600/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-lUS85h.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McBvLfHKt1Q/TjvAPCPudTI/AAAAAAAAEb4/WRAm9P1yjL0/s400/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-lUS85h.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637310723117708594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gM_y3gWYXJA/TjvABDIli_I/AAAAAAAAEbo/A_wCBn-N3zQ/s1600/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-JKB3Mm.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gM_y3gWYXJA/TjvABDIli_I/AAAAAAAAEbo/A_wCBn-N3zQ/s400/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-JKB3Mm.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637310482838031346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIy0on7WTww/Tju_7FU3NdI/AAAAAAAAEbg/ywGUkIu8Dtk/s1600/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-HECncA.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EIy0on7WTww/Tju_7FU3NdI/AAAAAAAAEbg/ywGUkIu8Dtk/s400/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-HECncA.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637310380347176402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Mayo de los amantes,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> o madurador de labios, nuevo fruto.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Cómo rebosa el agua de mis ojos en sombra</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * por donde las estrellas calan en lo profundo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Mi voz está volcando</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * su cesto de manzanas en júbilo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Tacto de la caricia,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * mira cómo renace la yerba de mis dedos.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Y ese ritmo en desorden que el corazón ordena</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * pone en fuga las aves</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * del desnudo en que bebes agua ciega del beso;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * verbo mudo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Mayo de los amantes,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * enamoradamente te descubro.</span><br /><br /> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * TRINA MERCADER</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> *</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> (Torrevieja. Alicante 1919- Granada 1984)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeVipQC2vco/Tju5OQNo3II/AAAAAAAAEbI/gQW6Wb8HpCw/s1600/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-aLu96U.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeVipQC2vco/Tju5OQNo3II/AAAAAAAAEbI/gQW6Wb8HpCw/s400/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-aLu96U.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637303013105785986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtNs1jc_gCM/Tju5Fe54mGI/AAAAAAAAEbA/e3AeExnA728/s1600/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-6MhlWC.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtNs1jc_gCM/Tju5Fe54mGI/AAAAAAAAEbA/e3AeExnA728/s400/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-6MhlWC.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637302862430640226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D88g1cXVbH8/Tju4yTID7gI/AAAAAAAAEaw/6wM0lndqpew/s1600/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-5.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D88g1cXVbH8/Tju4yTID7gI/AAAAAAAAEaw/6wM0lndqpew/s400/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637302532851363330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qBxKUBUTSo/Tju4oCWHeAI/AAAAAAAAEao/1RmBblaTAFY/s1600/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-0Kp4Bx.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qBxKUBUTSo/Tju4oCWHeAI/AAAAAAAAEao/1RmBblaTAFY/s400/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-0Kp4Bx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637302356548220930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgKuKg4RzEQ/Tju3u5f7tMI/AAAAAAAAEaI/AF8gXWIqDDk/s1600/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-X8Fc9p.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgKuKg4RzEQ/Tju3u5f7tMI/AAAAAAAAEaI/AF8gXWIqDDk/s400/johanna-harmon-universo-femenino-L-X8Fc9p.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637301374920930498" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672701434484332323-8995965723614480862?l=carmennsabespoesiayarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmensabeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07636013676100700071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672701434484332323.post-63006974512578235732011-08-01T05:50:00.012-04:002011-08-01T06:20:23.291-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPiv-_MQdsI/TjZ8zIMIsrI/AAAAAAAAEaA/HsAXaOw6BvM/s1600/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-1.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPiv-_MQdsI/TjZ8zIMIsrI/AAAAAAAAEaA/HsAXaOw6BvM/s400/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635829201514312370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">* Erica Hopper nació en Kansas City, Missouri, estudió diseño gráfico e industrial en San Diego State University, y continuó sus estudios de arte en la Universidad de las Américas en Puebla, México.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Durante los años 70 y 80 fue una ilustradora de éxito con muchas obras publicadas en periódicos nacionales. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMFC-DwXsgw/TjZ8rSpYCjI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/dWd95Zu3L6A/s1600/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-2.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMFC-DwXsgw/TjZ8rSpYCjI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/dWd95Zu3L6A/s400/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635829066882353714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Las pinturas de Hopper son convincentes con un uso fuerte del color, pero capaces de crear y recrear una atmósfera tranquila y relajante.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s87eD2FXbt8/TjZ8jbudLhI/AAAAAAAAEZw/tjh4SMuY3c8/s1600/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-3.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s87eD2FXbt8/TjZ8jbudLhI/AAAAAAAAEZw/tjh4SMuY3c8/s400/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635828931880627730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Sus imágenes figurativas con inmensas pinceladas de color dejan los bordes, a veces, un tanto etéreos, desdibujados, para que sea el espectador el que cierre las siluetas de manera creativa.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Hopper dice que sus pinturas son "interpretaciones metafóricas de la naturaleza y la materia de los sueños en la que el espectador puede imaginar la escena completa y comprobar como la imaginación toma el control."</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-DnxofFC1s/TjZ8cDBaYbI/AAAAAAAAEZo/ReWLWFwebZo/s1600/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-4.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-DnxofFC1s/TjZ8cDBaYbI/AAAAAAAAEZo/ReWLWFwebZo/s400/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635828804990165426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * El amor por los viajes de Hopper ha suscitado su admiración y respeto por las diferencias raciales y la vida en el campo, que se han convertido en una constante en sus composiciones.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Esta conciencia, unida a su capacidad narrativa, se funden en lienzo para contar una historia. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QgLxHdXqVuU/TjZ8VlfirKI/AAAAAAAAEZg/Ps_R3pYX2TU/s1600/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-5.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QgLxHdXqVuU/TjZ8VlfirKI/AAAAAAAAEZg/Ps_R3pYX2TU/s400/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635828693984259234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">El trabajo de Erica Hopper lo podemos admirar tanto en colecciones privadas como corporativas en los Estados Unidos, y se publica por Ediciones Blazing a nivel nacional.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--uEt4mgofqU/TjZ8PbN-sBI/AAAAAAAAEZY/JJ2k7G7q14o/s1600/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-6.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--uEt4mgofqU/TjZ8PbN-sBI/AAAAAAAAEZY/JJ2k7G7q14o/s400/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635828588147027986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Xt-QnFpl1k/TjZ8Hbn-hWI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/SKfwat50atc/s1600/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-7.jpeg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-biq1vWQm4eU/TjZ7bundh0I/AAAAAAAAEYg/u7go2tjvZAs/s400/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-13.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635827700000982850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eO2L2Zotfko/TjZ7Se6ndrI/AAAAAAAAEYY/1YVga7hQuzE/s1600/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-14.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eO2L2Zotfko/TjZ7Se6ndrI/AAAAAAAAEYY/1YVga7hQuzE/s400/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-14.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635827541167535794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ruOLW0UgW-M/TjZ7KnWRkmI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/ZQxd3Y1meLo/s1600/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-15.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ruOLW0UgW-M/TjZ7KnWRkmI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/ZQxd3Y1meLo/s400/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-15.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635827405992071778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Escucha: hay una mano diminuta</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Derramas,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * final de la delicia,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * una inicial translúcida en mi pelvis,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * yo no sé qué mensaje,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * qué gránulo de sal,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * qué código del agua hallada entre tus sienes.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Y mi matriz es dulce</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * y es un astro expansivo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Y todo me percibe: tengo un aura convexa.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Hay algo, alguno, alguien, como un rumor que emerge,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * y su latido tiene la textura del crótalo,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * y viaja, nido ebrio, por mi líquida entraña.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Escucha: hay una mano diminuta: está escribiendo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * ese signo inicial de su relato.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">---</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * Ana Istarú</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> * De "Verbo madre" 1995</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YfYkjf0VU3Q/TjZ7D5SEVMI/AAAAAAAAEYI/-aJP83NCmHM/s1600/erica-hopper-materializando-suenos-el-lienzo-L-16.jpeg"><img style="display: block; 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