tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310714562011-08-24T12:26:17.034-07:00Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-67743288173352263642011-08-19T04:40:00.000-07:002011-08-19T04:40:53.922-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jE4-LRLJQXk/Tk5KlV9LztI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sTTGfHI84Wo/s1600/laPACHOS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jE4-LRLJQXk/Tk5KlV9LztI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sTTGfHI84Wo/s400/laPACHOS.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Cuando la luna<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>es un espejo</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">en<span>&nbsp; </span>el azul<span>&nbsp;</span>de la noche</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Llamo<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp; </span>los <span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>duendes <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">a<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>cantar<span>&nbsp;</span>poesías<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Desplegar<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>sus <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>alas</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Volar <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>junto al viento</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span>&nbsp;</span>abrazar<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>vivencias</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">encerradas<span>&nbsp; </span>en<span>&nbsp;</span>hiedras<span>&nbsp; </span>que<span>&nbsp; </span>ahondan <span>&nbsp;</span>ladrillos<span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span>de<span>&nbsp;</span>barro<span>&nbsp; </span>y arena</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Un sapo*<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>salta<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>sin hacer<span>&nbsp; </span>ruido</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">para<span>&nbsp; </span>no despertar<span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span>los<span>&nbsp; </span>muertos</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">que<span>&nbsp; </span>aun viven<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>silencios</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Afuera,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>el río<span>&nbsp;</span>salpica<span>&nbsp; </span>sus aguas</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">bendice<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>nostalgias</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">que<span>&nbsp; </span>besan los senos<span>&nbsp; </span>marchitos<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>de amor<span>&nbsp; </span>y distancias</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span>&nbsp; </span>Los<span>&nbsp; </span>percibo</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">abrir<span>&nbsp; </span>y cerrar<span>&nbsp;</span>ventanas</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>corretear<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>por<span>&nbsp; </span>el patio</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">encender <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>bengalas<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>con<span>&nbsp; </span>sus manos<span>&nbsp; </span>mágicas</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">recostar<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>ensueños<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>en la manta<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>rosa<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>del<span>&nbsp; </span>viejo lapacho</span></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELpyJCMTeUY/Tk5LnBtH0qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oUGbSdMW2Dw/s1600/LaCarlita55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELpyJCMTeUY/Tk5LnBtH0qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oUGbSdMW2Dw/s400/LaCarlita55.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Myrtha<span>&nbsp; </span>milella</span></div><div></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">16<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>agosto<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>2011</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span>&nbsp; </span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="yiv1951885450MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">* el sapo Totito<span>&nbsp; </span>de la casa.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-6774328817335226364?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-5846485496349357702011-08-09T12:23:00.000-07:002011-08-09T14:15:13.815-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8eJwJpfYog/TkGIhmoKm8I/AAAAAAAAAII/rwlP__JKwOE/s1600/273268_1416068209_5832859_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8eJwJpfYog/TkGIhmoKm8I/AAAAAAAAAII/rwlP__JKwOE/s320/273268_1416068209_5832859_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>En nuestras Bodas de Oro, te regalo dos poemas<br /><br /><br /><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Regalo de amor</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hoy&nbsp; te&nbsp; regalo</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">este amor&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; tan viejo&nbsp; y tan&nbsp; nuevo</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">que&nbsp;&nbsp; nació&nbsp;&nbsp; con&nbsp; el&nbsp; mundo mismo</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cuando la nada</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">se&nbsp; confundía en el abismo.</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">concebido&nbsp;&nbsp; en el&nbsp; mismo&nbsp; génesis&nbsp; de la&nbsp; vida</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ya estabamos</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">era a si</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tu&nbsp; y yo</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">fusionados</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Caminando rosas&nbsp; y saltando piedras</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">era asi</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">cuando nuestros&nbsp; cuerpos&nbsp; jóvenes</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">lamían&nbsp; la miel candorosa</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">de&nbsp; nuestras pieles</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">en el amor&nbsp;&nbsp; torrentoso,</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">o simple o&nbsp; místico.</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Amor,&nbsp; tu&nbsp; y&nbsp; yo</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Asi</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">para siempre&nbsp;&nbsp; aun mas alla</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">de esta&nbsp; vida</span></span> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> </div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">&nbsp; </span></span><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Necesito</span></span></i></span> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>&nbsp;</span>Necesito<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>tus<span>&nbsp; </span>brazos<span>&nbsp; </span>apretados</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">para caminar esta vida<span>&nbsp; </span>que<span>&nbsp; </span>nos<span>&nbsp; </span>falta.</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Necesito<span>&nbsp; </span>tus<span>&nbsp; </span>ojos<span>&nbsp; </span>tan negros<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">como<span>&nbsp; </span>la<span>&nbsp; </span>noche<span>&nbsp; </span>y<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>el<span>&nbsp; </span>silencio.</span></span> </div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tus&nbsp; pasos…</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">que dejaron&nbsp; huellas</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">en el manejo&nbsp;&nbsp; sutil&nbsp; de&nbsp; los&nbsp; recuerdos.</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tu&nbsp; voz,&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">cadencia&nbsp;&nbsp; donde&nbsp; navega&nbsp; tu alegría&nbsp; y&nbsp; tu tristreza</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tu&nbsp; mano…&nbsp; la&nbsp; recorre&nbsp;&nbsp; mi intimidad.</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Myrtha&nbsp; Milella</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 1º&nbsp;&nbsp; de&nbsp; julio&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 1961&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 2011</span></span> </div><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-584648549634935770?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-28237829664557114642011-08-07T15:40:00.000-07:002011-08-07T15:40:13.118-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKavbfWp5Ds/Tj8S1PEcOMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qfyB2Wo_deg/s1600/luna-y-ni%25C3%25B1o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKavbfWp5Ds/Tj8S1PEcOMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qfyB2Wo_deg/s320/luna-y-ni%25C3%25B1o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Colgada del<span>&nbsp; </span>horizonte</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">aparece enorme </span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">la<span>&nbsp; </span>luna de<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>duendes<span>&nbsp; </span>y<span>&nbsp; </span>magia</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Es<span>&nbsp; </span>hermana del poeta</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">boceto inalcanzable</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">en la ironia de laspertenencias.</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">La<span>&nbsp; </span>luna llena<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>apareció<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>otra<span>&nbsp; </span>vez</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">abotonando el cielo</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">con iris refulgentes<span>&nbsp; </span>y pisadas de papel</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Un pequeño ansia<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>tomarla</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">entre poemas esparcidos</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">sobre el pasto de sus juegos</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Tal vez el tiempo,préterito<span>&nbsp; </span>indefinido</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">cobije tanta<span>&nbsp; </span>luz</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">y<span>&nbsp; </span>pueda<span>&nbsp;</span>saltar<span>&nbsp; </span>para alcanzarla</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">En tanto empuja</span></b></div><b></b><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span>&nbsp;</span>el carro amarillo de su antojo.</span></b></div><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Myrtha milella</span></div><div></div><div class="yiv615921738MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Agosto<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>2010</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-2823782966455711464?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha 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mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} .MsoPapDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; margin-bottom:10.0pt; line-height:115%;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-Myrtha, recordás que día es&nbsp; hoy?</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-Sí mamá, es el dia de tu cumpleaños-</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-Preparaste&nbsp; el&nbsp; chocolate?&nbsp; ¿Lo vas&nbsp; a servir&nbsp; en&nbsp; las tazas blancas&nbsp;&nbsp; sobre&nbsp; el mantel&nbsp;&nbsp; bordado &nbsp;que&nbsp; cubra la mesa&nbsp;&nbsp; donde hacen tantos años, naciste?</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">- Si&nbsp; mama,&nbsp; la&nbsp;&nbsp; mesa&nbsp; ordenada&nbsp; como siempre&nbsp;&nbsp; con cosas&nbsp; ricas.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-Además&nbsp; te&nbsp; preparé&nbsp; la torta&nbsp; que tanto&nbsp; te&nbsp; gusta,&nbsp; le&nbsp; coloqué&nbsp; muchas&nbsp; velitas.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-&nbsp; Ya se&nbsp; huele&nbsp; el&nbsp; aroma&nbsp; a&nbsp; chocolate, la casa&nbsp;&nbsp; husmea&nbsp; esa&nbsp; delicia caliente -</span></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-¿Me podes ayudar a vestir?-</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-Si mama- Te&nbsp; pondré&nbsp;&nbsp; también&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;los anillos &nbsp;que disimulan tus&nbsp; manos&nbsp; añosas-</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-Te&nbsp; maquillare&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; suavemente, y&nbsp; haré&nbsp; que&nbsp; &nbsp;resalten&nbsp; la belleza de tus&nbsp; ojos&nbsp; verde mar.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Miro a través&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; de la ventana,&nbsp; corro las&nbsp; cortinas, los&nbsp; vidrios&nbsp; translúcidos&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;me&nbsp; hacen sentir&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; afuera.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Afuera&nbsp;&nbsp; un &nbsp;otoño &nbsp;copioso &nbsp;trae&nbsp; tristezas,&nbsp; siento&nbsp; frío.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Miro&nbsp; el&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; árbol&nbsp;&nbsp; donde&nbsp; recuesto&nbsp; mis pensamientos&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; es un&nbsp;&nbsp; nido&nbsp; dorado&nbsp; donde los pájaros&nbsp; se unen&nbsp;&nbsp; en oración.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-Myrtha, abrí la&nbsp; puerta,&nbsp; están&nbsp; golpeando-</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-Son los abuelos, mamá-</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-¡Ahora&nbsp; llega papá!-</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-Tambien viene&nbsp; Cynthia,&nbsp; ¡que grande se la ve!&nbsp; Luce&nbsp; un vestido de piel de ángel-</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-Otra&nbsp; vez el timbre!- &nbsp;es tía&nbsp; Juanita&nbsp; y&nbsp; tus&nbsp; hermanos&nbsp; mama-</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-¿Y los&nbsp; nietos?&nbsp; Que pasa&nbsp; que&nbsp; no llegan?&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp; El&nbsp; chocolate&nbsp; se enfría.-</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-Ellos&nbsp; no&nbsp; vendrán &nbsp;mama</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-¿Porque? –</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">-Porque&nbsp; ya no estas&nbsp; mamá-</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">(16&nbsp;&nbsp; de&nbsp; mayo, Feliz&nbsp; cumpleaños,&nbsp; te&nbsp;recuerdo&nbsp;&nbsp;con amor&nbsp; querida&nbsp; madre)</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">Myrtha Milella&nbsp;</span></b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-4839753516622536016?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-11500041780115656012009-12-03T05:32:00.000-08:002009-12-03T05:32:57.811-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/Sxe9CNYcFCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ggnaJyjI_xQ/s1600/enamorados-3-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/Sxe9CNYcFCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ggnaJyjI_xQ/s400/enamorados-3-.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tengo<span>&nbsp; </span>tanto desaliento <span>&nbsp;</span>al verte<span>&nbsp; </span>sentado majestuoso<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>y arrogante <span>&nbsp;</span>en<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>los<span>&nbsp; </span>estrados <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>que perfilan<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>el cinturón de mi morada,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>hasta pienso<span> </span>que<span>&nbsp; </span>no<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>te abrazaré<span>&nbsp; </span>más,<span> &nbsp; </span>como <span>&nbsp;</span>aquellas tardes<span>&nbsp; </span>de hastío,<span> &nbsp; </span>cuando tu serenidad<span>&nbsp; </span>me<span>&nbsp; </span>arropaba<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>dejando atrás <span>&nbsp;</span>la oscuridad<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>de mi certeza.<o></o></span></span></b> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></o></span></b> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Siempre te amé,<span>&nbsp; </span>desde<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>el tiempo<span>&nbsp; </span>en<span>&nbsp; </span>que <span>&nbsp;</span>lamías<span>&nbsp; </span>mis senos<span>&nbsp; </span>incipientes y <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span>las&nbsp;<span> </span>aristas&nbsp;<span> </span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>mis<span>&nbsp; </span>curvas<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>adolescentes, <span>&nbsp; </span>sintiendo<span></span><span></span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>la<span>&nbsp; </span>tibieza<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>y el<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>cobijo de tu traje de<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>lluvia<span>&nbsp; </span>que<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>adormecían<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>mis<span>&nbsp; </span>espacios<span>,&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span></span>que<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>ahora<span>&nbsp; </span>duelen.</span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><o></o></span></span></b> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">No se<span>&nbsp; </span>lo <span>&nbsp;</span>que pasó.<span>&nbsp;</span></span></span></b><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span> </span><o></o></span></span></b> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">-¿Por qué<span>&nbsp; </span>te<span>&nbsp; </span>volviste<span>&nbsp; </span>loco?-. <span>&nbsp;</span>si<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>mis<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>brazos<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>están<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>siempre<span>&nbsp; </span>esperando<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>los<span>&nbsp; </span>tuyos, <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>junto<span>&nbsp; </span>al<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>fluir<span>&nbsp; </span>de mi desamparo que<span>&nbsp; </span>no saben <span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span>de orillas.<o></o></span></span></b> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></o></span></b> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Me<span>&nbsp; </span>has<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>herido, no solo a <span>&nbsp;</span>mi, <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>también<span>&nbsp; </span>a<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>las<span>&nbsp; </span>gaviotas<span>&nbsp; </span>que <span>&nbsp;</span>perdieron<span>&nbsp; </span>el<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span></span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span> </span>crepúsculo<span>&nbsp; </span>junto<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>a <span>&nbsp;</span>sus <span>&nbsp;</span>nidos,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>en el<span>&nbsp; </span>banco de arena.<o></o></span></span></b> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></o></span></b> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sin poder<span>&nbsp; </span>detener<span>&nbsp; </span>el<span>&nbsp; </span>furor <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>tu<span>&nbsp; </span>desliz ,<span>&nbsp; </span>me unjo ante<span>&nbsp; </span>el manto de tus aguas,<span>&nbsp; </span>y te abro las<span>&nbsp; </span>puertas<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>para<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>que<span>&nbsp; </span>sin<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>tropiezos,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>penetres<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>en mi<span>&nbsp; </span>esencia,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>y<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>te<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>alejes, <span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>cuando<span>&nbsp; </span>hayas saciado<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>los<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>rincones<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>mi <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>cuerpo, <span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>en&nbsp;<span></span><span> </span>madrugadas <span>&nbsp;</span>de&nbsp;<span> </span>preguntas.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o></o></span></span></b> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><o><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></o></span></b> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dejo<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>una luz <span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span>encendida ante<span>&nbsp; </span>la<span>&nbsp; </span>bruma<span>&nbsp; </span>de tu arrebato<o></o></span></span></b> <br /></div><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">En tanto... aguardo<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>afuera.</span></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-1150004178011565601?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-14171601454792576602009-10-20T15:26:00.000-07:002009-10-20T15:27:37.710-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/St4x6rT5eBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OiZiwNDnFqc/s1600-h/foto_228142_CAS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/St4x6rT5eBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OiZiwNDnFqc/s640/foto_228142_CAS.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">El<span>&nbsp; </span>cóndor<span> </span>majestuoso <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>con sus alas<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>plegadas,<span>&nbsp; </span>contempló<span>&nbsp; </span>el<span>&nbsp; </span>abismo<span>&nbsp; </span>donde un pájaro<span>&nbsp; </span>de acero<span>&nbsp; </span>se partió<span>&nbsp; </span>en<span>&nbsp; </span>dos<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>para<span>&nbsp; </span>hacer<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>temblar<span>&nbsp; </span>el<span>&nbsp; </span>silencio de las<span>&nbsp; </span>cumbres.</span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Estatuas<span>&nbsp; </span>vivientes<span>&nbsp; </span>cubiertas<span>&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>nieve<span>&nbsp; </span>comenzaron<span>&nbsp; </span>a<span>&nbsp; </span>articular<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>sus<span>&nbsp; </span>miembros<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>con<span>&nbsp; </span>gritos y<span>&nbsp; </span>ayes<span>&nbsp;</span><span> </span>ante<span> </span>lo inconmensurable<span> </span>que sacudió <span> </span>el<span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>espanto.</span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Más<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>áspero que el<span>&nbsp; </span>vino de la<span>&nbsp; </span>muerte <span>&nbsp; </span>fue<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>la<span>&nbsp; </span>realidad <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>donde<span>&nbsp; </span>debían <span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>convocar&nbsp; <span></span>pensamientos<span>&nbsp; </span>acertados <span>&nbsp;</span>ante<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>el<span>&nbsp; </span>infortunio<span>&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>la situación<span></span>.</span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Días,<span>&nbsp; </span>horas, meses,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>desenlaces<span>&nbsp; </span>agobiantes <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>perfilaron <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>al<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>vuelo<span>&nbsp; </span>que los<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>llevaba<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>al<span> </span>goce<span> </span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>un encuentro amistoso, <span>&nbsp;</span>cruzando<span>&nbsp; </span>simplemente<span>&nbsp; </span> la Cordillera<span>&nbsp; </span>de los Andes, <span>&nbsp; </span>cordón infausto<span> </span>que<span> </span>tronchó<span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>los<span> </span>bríos<span> </span>de la<span> </span>gloria,<span>&nbsp; </span>diluidos<span> </span>como una moneda<span>&nbsp; </span>de cara<span>&nbsp; </span>o seca de la suerte.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>&nbsp;</span></span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">El estupor<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>los<span>&nbsp; </span>envolvió<span>&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>horror<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>y<span>&nbsp; </span>miedo.</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span></span>Sin<span>&nbsp; </span>desmembrase, <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>con la<span>&nbsp; </span>razón <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>iluminada<span>&nbsp; </span>por<span>&nbsp; </span>un candil<span> </span>de <span> </span>llama<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>votiva<span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>y <span></span>la<span>&nbsp; </span>convicción<span>&nbsp; </span>inalterable&nbsp; <span>d</span>e<span> </span>vida<span>&nbsp; </span>o<span>&nbsp; </span>muerte,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>comulgaron<span> </span>con la carne<span> </span>y <span>&nbsp;</span>bebieron<span>&nbsp; </span>de<span> </span>la&nbsp; <span></span>nieve,<span> </span>ante<span>&nbsp; </span>un rosario <span>&nbsp;</span>entrelazado<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>en<span>&nbsp; </span>sus<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>manos.</span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dos de ellos <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>marcharon <span></span><span> </span>con denuedo&nbsp; <span></span>para <span> </span>alcanzar<span>&nbsp;</span> la salvación<span>&nbsp; </span>que<span>&nbsp; </span>promete el Señor<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>y&nbsp; <span></span>seguir<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>viviendo<span>&nbsp; </span>más<span>&nbsp; </span>allá<span>&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>la<span>&nbsp; </span>muerte<span>&nbsp; </span>misma.</span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Sed<span>&nbsp; </span>humildes<span>&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>corazón “<span>&nbsp; </span>con esta<span>&nbsp; </span>premisa<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>encontraron<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>la mano tendida<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>que<span>&nbsp; </span>los<span>&nbsp; </span>llevó a la<span>&nbsp; </span>esperanza<span>&nbsp; </span>contenida<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>junto<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>al <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>tiempo<span>&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>infinita<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>desolación.</span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Vuelve <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>hacia<span>&nbsp; </span>nosotros-<span>&nbsp; </span>dijeron<span>&nbsp; </span>los<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>gigantes<span>&nbsp; </span>de la nieve.</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">al<span> </span>encontrar<span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>al <span>&nbsp;</span>mas<span>&nbsp; </span>humilde<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>los<span>&nbsp; </span>grandes.</span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Tira <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>una<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>piedra<span> </span>sobre<span>&nbsp; </span>el<span>&nbsp; </span>río -<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>le <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>dijeron-<span>&nbsp; </span></span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">En<span>&nbsp; </span>un<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>exiguo<span> </span>y arrugado papel <span>&nbsp;</span>atado a<span>&nbsp; </span>la<span>&nbsp; </span>piedra,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span></span>se<span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>trazó <span></span><span> una</span> <span>&nbsp; </span>historia<span>&nbsp;</span><span></span><span></span>heroica.</span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">-<span>&nbsp; </span>¡Sálvanos<span> </span>! -<span>&nbsp; </span>Escribieron los<span>&nbsp; </span>valientes de la<span> </span>montaña.</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">El milagro<span>&nbsp; </span>fue realidad,<span>&nbsp; </span>pronto<span>&nbsp; </span>el rescate<span>&nbsp; </span>voló<span>&nbsp; </span>sobre los<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>extraviados<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>de los <span>&nbsp;</span>Andes. </span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span></span>Los<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>temores <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>de la<span>&nbsp; </span>incertidumbre<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>se diluyeron<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>ante<span> </span>el<span> </span>rugir de motores&nbsp; <span></span>semejantes<span>&nbsp; </span>al<span>&nbsp; </span>canto de una<span>&nbsp; </span>bandada <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>de pájaros <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>perdidos,<span>&nbsp; </span>cuyo<span>&nbsp; </span>territorio<span>&nbsp; </span>diametral<span> </span>era<span>&nbsp; </span>el<span>&nbsp; </span>lugar<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>del encuentro.</span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cuando <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>fueron rescatados<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span><span> </span>en <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>helicópteros<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span></span>sin<span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>alud,&nbsp; <span></span>ellos, tan solo<span> </span>dieciséis, que<span> </span>sellaron<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span></span>el <span>&nbsp;</span>ópalo<span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>secreto<span> </span>de un cementerio<span>&nbsp; </span>regado <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>con lágrimas<span>&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>amor,&nbsp; <span></span><span></span>sumergidos<span>&nbsp; </span>en<span>&nbsp; </span>un lago<span>&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>hielo<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>donde la <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>muerte<span>&nbsp; </span>a<span>&nbsp; </span>cambio de la vida <span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span>se<span>&nbsp; </span>tatuó<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>en<span>&nbsp; </span>cada uno de <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>sus <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>corazones.&nbsp;</span></span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cuando<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>todo <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>se<span>&nbsp; </span>tornó<span>&nbsp; </span>en <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>calma, <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>el<span>&nbsp; </span>cóndor<span>&nbsp; </span>presencial <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>un<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>conjuro<span>&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span><span> </span>jóvenes<span>&nbsp; </span>heroicos<span>&nbsp; </span>ante<span> </span>lo<span>&nbsp; </span>que<span> </span>se<span>&nbsp; </span>juzgaba <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>irremediable,<span>&nbsp; </span>desplegó<span>&nbsp; </span>sus alas brillantes<span>&nbsp; </span>reflejadas<span>&nbsp; </span>con<span> </span>la<span>&nbsp; </span>luz<span>&nbsp; </span>del<span>&nbsp; </span>sol<span>&nbsp; </span>y<span>&nbsp; </span>voló<span>&nbsp; </span>a<span>&nbsp; </span>posarse <span>&nbsp;</span>en el<span>&nbsp; </span>pico <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>mas alto<span>&nbsp; </span>de una nueva <span>&nbsp; </span>montaña<span>&nbsp; </span>para <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>contemplar <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>el infinito,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>allí,<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>donde<span>&nbsp; </span>la<span>&nbsp; </span>razón<span> </span>del<span>&nbsp; </span>hombre<span>&nbsp; </span>no alcanza<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span></span>a<span>&nbsp; </span>comprender.</span></span> <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><center><object width="400" height="305"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TWOBLqZvxg&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TWOBLqZvxg&hl=es&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="305"></embed></object></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-1417160145479257660?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-10861740609289399312009-10-14T08:08:00.000-07:002009-10-14T08:08:36.658-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/StXonF0p5pI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hkWIhvEQW1Y/s1600-h/begonias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/StXonF0p5pI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hkWIhvEQW1Y/s400/begonias.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Tu&nbsp; begonias, mamá&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Aún duelen <span>&nbsp;</span>las<span>&nbsp; </span>begonias</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">que acariciaban<span>&nbsp; </span>tus manos.</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Un otoño transgresor</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">se desliza<span>&nbsp; </span>fuera de <span>&nbsp;</span>apremios</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">sin<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>ver germinar<span>&nbsp; </span>tus <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>desvelos</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">en <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>pétalos<span>&nbsp; </span>mojados de fino río</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Revuelvo <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>cada<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>planta</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Que me acerquen</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">sin<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>congojas</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">al aposento de <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>tu ausencia</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span>&nbsp;</span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">El sol<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>guiña un ojo</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">reviviendo<span>&nbsp; </span>nervaduras</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">sosteniendo<span>&nbsp; </span>entre<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>sus hojas </span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">el viento<span>&nbsp; </span>norte que lastima<span>&nbsp; </span>mis<span>&nbsp; </span>honduras</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">.</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Aún duelen<span>&nbsp; </span>tus begonias</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Entonces<span>&nbsp; </span>espero<span>&nbsp; </span>la nube de los sueños</span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">que me<span>&nbsp; </span>torne<span>&nbsp; </span>polen<span>&nbsp; </span></span> <br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">y <span>&nbsp;</span>alcanzar un recodo de tu cielo.</span><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Con todo mi amor, va mi recuerdo para vos, querida mamá.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Myrtha&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-1086174060928939931?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-14191786592443003172009-08-28T12:21:00.000-07:002009-08-28T12:21:54.338-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/SpguEZOSeDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ANgrXF_Krt8/s1600-h/DSC04343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/SpguEZOSeDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ANgrXF_Krt8/s320/DSC04343.JPG" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Agosto<span>&nbsp; </span>tiene<span>&nbsp; </span>aroma a<span>&nbsp; </span>yuyos<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>verdes</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">perfume<span>&nbsp; </span>a yerba<span>&nbsp; </span>buena</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">vientos&nbsp; para los arboles&nbsp;&nbsp; sin&nbsp;&nbsp; hadas<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">que<span>&nbsp; </span>anuncian<span>&nbsp; hojas de organdí</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Bellos pájaros<span>&nbsp; </span>sin<span>&nbsp; </span>tiempo</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">vuelan<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>para escribir<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>historias </span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Muy<span>&nbsp; </span>pronto<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>las<span>&nbsp; </span>campanas</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">suenan para<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>los que<span>&nbsp; </span>escuchan</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">anunciando<span>&nbsp; </span>canciones de<span>&nbsp; </span>ronda</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">remontando&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; barriletes&nbsp; carmesí</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Pequeño<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>lucero, <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>desnudo<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>de <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>madrugadas</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">cobijare<span>&nbsp; </span>tu<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>piel de ángel<span>&nbsp; </span>con alas de celofán</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">para<span>&nbsp; </span>que el<span>&nbsp; </span>frio<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>no<span>&nbsp; </span>haga<span>&nbsp; </span>sombras</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">en<span>&nbsp; </span>tus manos<span>&nbsp; </span>tiernas<span>&nbsp; </span>que<span>&nbsp; </span>huelen a poesía</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Niño,<span>&nbsp; </span>candil de<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>aceite,<span>&nbsp; </span>llama<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>ofrecida</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">uniré<span>&nbsp; </span>mis manos a las<span>&nbsp; </span>tuyas</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Para que sean lazos<span>&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>encuentros</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">cuando la noche se acuesta </span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Myrtha<span>&nbsp; </span>Milella</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">10<span>&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>agosto<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>2009</span> </div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-1419178659244300317?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-72716422966889155542009-08-10T07:59:00.000-07:002009-08-10T07:59:31.382-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/SoA1enJiM7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/1E_Zd81qHZE/s1600-h/manos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/SoA1enJiM7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/1E_Zd81qHZE/s320/manos.jpg" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Las<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>manos<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>mi niña</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">eran<span>&nbsp; </span>suaves</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">como<span>&nbsp; </span>la<span>&nbsp; </span>brisa </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">que atisba la luna.</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eran expresivas</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">de<span>&nbsp; </span>palabras<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>que<span>&nbsp; </span>volaban</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cuando<span>&nbsp; </span>las<span>&nbsp; </span>soltaba</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">en<span>&nbsp; </span>señal de<span>&nbsp; </span>caricias.</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sus manos pintadas <span>&nbsp;</span>de risas</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">abiertas</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">en<span>&nbsp; </span>busca de<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>ramas</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a<span>&nbsp; </span>posar en ellas<span>&nbsp; </span>su ternura.</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un enero<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>ardiente</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">estrujó sus<span>&nbsp; </span>sueños</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">los<span>&nbsp; </span>míos…</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">arrugando <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>en <span>&nbsp;</span>ellas</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">un pañuelo<span>&nbsp; </span>lleno de lágrimas.</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Las<span>&nbsp; </span>manos de mi niña</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dormida</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cruzadas<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>en<span>&nbsp; </span>silencio</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>volvieron<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>paloma</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">para ser eternamente<span>&nbsp; </span>alas.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Myrtha Milella</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-7271642296688915554?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-2749118753642185812009-08-05T11:12:00.000-07:002009-08-05T11:12:43.393-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/SnnJ3YvdK8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tDydnKze8Ug/s1600-h/dsdfsdsfdsfdsf6bx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/SnnJ3YvdK8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tDydnKze8Ug/s320/dsdfsdsfdsfdsf6bx.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Cuando<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>mi amado se<span>&nbsp; </span>fue,<span>&nbsp; </span>cerré la puerta&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">y <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>enroscada<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>en el <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>suelo<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>lloré amargamente.</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">En <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>letras<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>de <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>marquesinas <span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">pasó<span>&nbsp; </span>mi<span>&nbsp; </span>vida<span>&nbsp; </span>junto a<span>&nbsp; </span>el,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>imposible reemplazarlo<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">nadie<span>&nbsp; </span>me haría<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>concebir<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>ese amor que<span>&nbsp; </span>horadada <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>las entrañas<span>&nbsp; </span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">para<span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>saberme<span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>mujer.</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> &nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Sin embargo <span></span><span> </span>un día,<span> </span>alguien <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>hizo sonar <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>la aldaba&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">del<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>túnel de mi<span>&nbsp; </span>silencio.<span>&nbsp; </span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Es <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>ella,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>con cautela<span>&nbsp; </span>la deje<span>&nbsp; </span>pasar.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Nos<span>&nbsp; </span>miramos a los<span>&nbsp; </span>ojos<span>&nbsp; </span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">y<span> </span>un<span> </span>rayo<span>&nbsp; </span>de <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>comprensión<span>&nbsp; </span>brillaron en los<span>&nbsp; </span>nuestros.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Es<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>etérea,<span>&nbsp; </span>perfecta,<span>&nbsp; </span>una<span>&nbsp; </span>túnica<span>&nbsp; </span>de velos<span>&nbsp; </span>alados la<span>&nbsp; </span>cubrían.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Sus manos <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>son suaves<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>y<span>&nbsp; </span>tibias.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span></span>Dejé <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>que<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>recorriera <span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>el océano<span>&nbsp; </span>vertical<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>de mi cuerpo<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span>&nbsp;</span>tratando<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>de <span>&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span>borrar <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>las<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>cicatrices<span>&nbsp; </span>profundas<span>&nbsp; </span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">donde el<span>&nbsp; </span>verbo<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>arrebatado<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">me humedecía <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>en noches de<span>&nbsp; </span>luna<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>y<span>&nbsp; </span>jazmines.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Un <span>&nbsp;</span>susurro<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>tenue<span>&nbsp; </span>e irreal <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>me<span>&nbsp; </span>envolvió <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">segura<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>en el laberinto<span>&nbsp; </span>de mis<span>&nbsp; </span>desprotegidas<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>oscuridades.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"> </span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Aprendimos<span>&nbsp; </span>a<span>&nbsp; </span>vivir<span>&nbsp; </span>unidas,<span>&nbsp; </span>ya<span>&nbsp; no&nbsp;</span><span></span>nos separamos.<span>&nbsp; </span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">comprendí<span>&nbsp; </span>que<span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>nacimos<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>una <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>para&nbsp; <span></span>la otra,<span>&nbsp; </span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">porque<span>&nbsp; </span>mi amiga <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>es<span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>fiel , atrapante,<span>&nbsp; </span>solícita ,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span>&nbsp;</span>juntas<span>&nbsp; </span>recorremos <span>&nbsp;</span><span></span>los rincones más<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>apartados<span>&nbsp; </span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">de<span>&nbsp; </span>mi<span>&nbsp; </span>mundo circular.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">No la dejo <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;</span>escapar <span>&nbsp;</span>porque<span> </span>es incapaz <span>&nbsp;</span>de<span>&nbsp; </span>hacerme&nbsp; <span></span>doler el<span>&nbsp; </span>corazón ,<span>&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span> </span>es<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span></span>tan <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>insondable …</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">&nbsp;</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;">Muy<span>&nbsp; </span>pronto aprendí <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>a quererla,<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>se llama <span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>Soledad.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Myrtha Milella</span></b> <br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Argentina, 2009</span>&nbsp;</span> </div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-274911875364218581?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-80346847411593983522009-07-14T07:15:00.000-07:002009-07-14T07:15:00.155-07:00<div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/mujer%20en%20jardin/milazedan/Hadas/mujer-del-lago.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="315" src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h77/milazedan/Hadas/mujer-del-lago.jpg" width="420" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><strong>En los albores de brisas cáidas </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>blanca fragancia de jardín desvanecido </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>para tenerla íntima en mis recuerdos </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>entre escollos y nardos la busco </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><br /><strong>La busco en los escombros apilados de la vida </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>un aliento sopla mi espalda </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>mientras alas esculpidas de silencios </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>anuncian victorias ilusorias</strong><br /><br />&nbsp; <br /><div style="text-align: right;">&nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: right;">Myrtha Milella </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-8034684741159398352?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-76142145580887058782009-06-30T23:43:00.000-07:002009-08-05T11:15:40.460-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://img25.imageshack.us/i/slumberbigbysoniavh8.gif/" target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/4364/slumberbigbysoniavh8.gif" width="420" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>El espanto diluyó el horizonte de la memoria </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><b>cerró el camino de tu andar sigiloso </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>y te volviste pájaro </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>para volar donde los ojos no alcanzan </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b> </b><br /><b> </b><br /><b>Te siento en las madrugadas </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>pasear callada por tu casa </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>controlar etérea los objetos </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>que atesorabas con vehemencia. </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b> </b><br /><b>Para que no duelan las sombras </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>pinté un patio diminuto </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>donde solo cabe la luna </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>y una rosa fresca con vahos del río. </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b> </b><br /><b> </b><br /><b>Sobre tu cama tejida de tiempos </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>la almohada reposa de sueños </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>una postal sobre ella descansa </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>letras cicatrizadas de un niño nieto </b><br /><b> </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>Quemé los harapos blanquecinos de la noche </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>para hacer de ellos cenizas de vientos </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>inventé un refugio de estrellas </b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>para escuchar el silencio de tus alas. </b><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Myrtha Milella</div><div style="text-align: right;">Mayo 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-7614214558088705878?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-2043652888776703382009-06-15T02:58:00.000-07:002009-06-15T02:58:00.926-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://img268.imageshack.us/i/myrtha.gif/" target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting"><img border="0" src="http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/7161/myrtha.gif" /></a></div><br /><strong>Ella, enjugó una lágrima de miel y partió alumbrada por el alba que asomaba </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>Se fue por los caminos que devoran distancias en serpentinas de tiempos, donde las preguntas de las noches aterran sus desvelos, esperando deslizarse blanca en el cobijo de luz que provocan sus propias incertidumbres </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>Por tal, deambuló en la vieja casa, palpitó cada uno de los rincones creyendo escuchar en las paredes enhiestas el teclado de aquella antigua máquina de escribir donde hilvanaba sus primeros poemas . </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>Así…cabizbaja y abandonada en laberintos de vigilias forzadas, sumando sus memorias se arropó en esperas que serán las lumbres de una búsqueda al deseo de arrojar al abismo los miedos de tantas sombras sin sentido. </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>El río azul salpicó el silencio de sus brumas, sin percibir la bahía de sus ojos cielo, el cansancio de escalar soledades, la nostalgia que colgaba de sus hombros doblados de tanto transitar recuerdos. </strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><strong>Ella era una, regresó a la tierra con una parte de su corazón, la otra, espera la victoria del sol que logre renacerla en lapachos floridos. </strong><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Myrtha Milella</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-204365288877670338?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-12095205403620063752009-06-03T11:33:00.000-07:002009-06-03T11:37:40.048-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/SibCIx40nFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j7HOgOqc_hA/s1600-h/mujerEspejoReduc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343171464008080466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/SibCIx40nFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j7HOgOqc_hA/s400/mujerEspejoReduc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> <span style="font-size:130%;"> <br />Veo caer la piel como ropa gastada<br />el carrusel de la infancia se diluyó entre brumas<br />ojos que miraban las tormentas<br />hoy parecen sales de mares cansados. </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> <br />Huyo del espejo<br />escondo el documento que me delata<br />me cubro con vestidos hasta arriba<br />y me pinto fuerte para tapar la mueca de la rabia. </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> <br />Invito a mis amigas<br />al café de los poetas.<br />a humedecer la boca con gotas de primavera<br />también ellas tienen olor a tiempo.<br /> </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Vuelvo sobre mi<br />recorro la espalda cargada de escombros.<br />Tenaz a mis espantos bebo a solas<br />el vino rojo que ahoga mis antojos.</span> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="right">Myrtha Milella</div><div align="right">Mayo, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-1209520540362006375?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-42475172841974776462008-08-22T05:37:00.001-07:002008-08-22T05:40:33.117-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/SK6zM6DsJZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kR2eDHiE7uI/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/SK6zM6DsJZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kR2eDHiE7uI/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237320451003000210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">En la<span style=""> </span>nostalgia del tiempo<span style=""> </span></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">que descuelga<span style=""> </span>estrellas,</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">basta siempre un minuto </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">a que <span style=""> </span>un ala<span style=""> </span>de sol </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">permita<span style=""> </span>vislumbrar <span style=""> </span>el azul</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">de <span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>mis arrebatos.</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"> <br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">Saldré a buscarte</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">hambrienta de pasiones.</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"> <br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">Hurgaré la arena</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">hasta disolverme en ella</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">y<span style=""> </span>renacer<span style=""> </span>en viento </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"> <br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">Desnuda<span style=""> </span>de mi</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">sentiré<span style=""> </span>el espasmo<span style=""> </span>que<span style=""> </span>provoca</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">el abismo<span style=""> </span>de tu silencio</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"> <br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">Una<span style=""> </span>bandada de pájaros</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">acerca<span style=""> </span><span style=""></span>mis<span style=""> </span>delirios</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">a<span style=""> </span>un<span style=""> </span>espacio <span style=""> </span>sin brisas.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">Extiendo<span style=""> </span>mis manos,<span style=""> </span>así palparte</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">no las tengo</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">las<span style=""> </span>perdí<span style=""> </span>junto<span style=""> </span>al <span style=""></span>viento.</span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">Myrtha Milella</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">2008<br /></span></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-4247517284197477646?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-11702301989521180002008-08-16T06:36:00.001-07:002008-08-16T06:38:11.843-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/SKbX9IqEVRI/AAAAAAAAADs/0a-ECF7R2ho/s1600-h/fondos-pantalla-pajaros.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/SKbX9IqEVRI/AAAAAAAAADs/0a-ECF7R2ho/s400/fondos-pantalla-pajaros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235109062160700690" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">Hace<span style=""> </span>siempre un minuto</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">una bandada de pájaros</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">posó<span style=""> </span>en mi ventana</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">mojando <span style=""> </span>de<span style=""> </span>albores</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">la<span style=""> </span>tenue<span style=""> </span>cortina del tiempo</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"><br /></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"> </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">Cuando sus<span style=""> </span>alas</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">sentaron sus<span style=""> </span>plumas </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">en el<span style=""> </span>vidrio empañado de<span style=""> </span>suspiros</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">percibi el<span style=""> </span>multicolor</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">de sus péndolas</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">reflejadas <span style=""> </span>a la luz<span style=""> </span>de<span style=""> </span>jazmines de<span style=""> </span>luna</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"><br /></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"> </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">Criaturas<span style=""> </span>aladas</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">de misterio<span style=""> </span>y<span style=""> </span>vértices</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">donde <span style=""> </span>galopan recuerdos<span style=""> </span>al vientos</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">liberando<span style=""> </span>cicatrices<span style=""> </span>enlazadas<span style=""> </span>de<span style=""> </span>cielo</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">Myrtha Milella</span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;">2008</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-1170230198952118000?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-54839212932738524412008-03-06T09:53:00.001-08:002008-03-06T09:59:44.569-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sKAlO4tUQKs/R9AvslwLTCI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-xuC0N2KJK0/s1600-h/870170038_bf2858ffb1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 314px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sKAlO4tUQKs/R9AvslwLTCI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-xuC0N2KJK0/s400/870170038_bf2858ffb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174688414943628322" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Voy a esculpir<span style=""> </span>mi cuerpo</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >en<span style=""> </span>la piel de tus aguas<span style=""> </span>azules</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > A</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >brazada<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>a<span style=""> </span>tus<span style=""> </span>sutiles pliegues </span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >bautizaré mi nombre</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >hasta sentir la pasión<span style=""> </span>de saberte mío</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Me<span style=""> </span>cubriré de velos pintados de luna</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >para<span style=""> </span>anochecer en<span style=""> </span>la calma<span style=""> </span>de tu estibo</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >impulsada por<span style=""> </span>el torrente de tus devaneos</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >serán olvido las<span style=""> </span>flores<span style=""> </span>de este otoño.</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Entonces, cuando amanezca</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >el sol <span style=""> </span>perfilará un<span style=""> </span>ala<span style=""> </span>en la tormenta de los vientos</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >que<span style=""> </span>hundirán<span style=""> </span>mis fantasmas<span style=""> </span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >en el remolino de<span style=""> </span>tu abismo.</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Y si<span style=""> </span>no<span style=""> </span>vuelvo,</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >hurga en el infierno:<span style=""><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >mi cuerpo<span style=""> </span>firme </span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >guardará resquicios<span style=""> </span>en mi epitafio.</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > </span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Pero antes te pediré perdón</span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >por<span style=""> </span>amarte tanto.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Myrtha Milella<br />Paso de la Patria, Corrientes<br />Argentina, 2008<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-5483921293273852441?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina Zentnernoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-25084847381028940852008-02-22T05:16:00.000-08:002008-02-22T05:20:59.957-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/R77LciZDFRI/AAAAAAAAACw/YZLoAhYk_0s/s1600-h/4324.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 323px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/R77LciZDFRI/AAAAAAAAACw/YZLoAhYk_0s/s400/4324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169793113396548882" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">Te<span style=""> </span>llevo, niña,</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">arropada<span style=""> </span>de <span style=""> </span>ensueños<span style=""> </span>entre <span style=""> </span>mis<span style=""> </span>huecos<br /><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"> </span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">Te <span style=""> </span>llevo<span style=""> </span>donde mis ojos acarician un tajo de luz</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">en<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>eclipses <span style=""> </span>de lunas<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>escondidas</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">madrugadas<span style=""> </span>mojadas de<span style=""> </span>rocío </span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">perpetuando el último<span style=""> </span>suspiro<span style=""> </span>del<span style=""> </span>rostro</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">que<span style=""> </span>fue.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"> <br /><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">Un<span style=""> </span>sol acaricia<span style=""> </span>las piedras</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">donde<span style=""> </span>fui ave<span style=""> </span></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">relicario de nidos<span style=""> </span>cuando la oración<br />se pone<span style=""></span> de<span style=""> </span>hinojos<span style=""> </span>junto al río calmo.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"> <br /><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">Entonces<span style="">, </span>retorno, </span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">mirando<span style=""> </span>los pájaros<span style=""> </span>que<span style=""> </span>baten<span style=""> </span>nuestros<span style=""> </span>nombres</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">cuando el sol es verano</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">en horizontes del<span style=""> </span>pasado.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">Myrtha Milella<br />Corrientes, 2008<br /></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-2508484738102894085?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-153500934963688252008-02-22T05:11:00.000-08:002008-02-22T05:16:04.135-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/R77KOCZDFQI/AAAAAAAAACo/CHC6D_tdzas/s1600-h/tapety_new465.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 308px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/R77KOCZDFQI/AAAAAAAAACo/CHC6D_tdzas/s400/tapety_new465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169791764776817922" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">Fui ave posada en tu chatura</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">con alas pintadas de pedruscos<br /><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"></span> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">escucho duendes que rasgaron la magia</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">de soles que se esconden cuando muere el día<br /><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"></span> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">siento en mí, señales de angustias</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">presagios de infancia</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">cuando el rio bordaba puntillas en orillas de arena<br /><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">quise abrigarte en madrugadas</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">ante el embate tempestuoso del escollo</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">inútil fué el intento<br /><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"></span> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">partida, mirando el cielo de luna abrillantada</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">una gota de agua muerde el tiempo</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">piso tu canto de hondos resquicios</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">esperando desvestirrme en tu hendidura</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">muriendo en ella cubierta de río</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">que triste me sirva de mortaja</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">desde el banco de arena una gaviota vuela<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;">Myrtha Milella<br />Corrientes, 2008<br /></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-15350093496368825?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-67875083370130257192007-12-11T10:16:00.001-08:002007-12-11T10:18:49.905-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/R17UKl3-lgI/AAAAAAAAACg/kIVB2lqJhco/s1600-h/ug3-4544.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/R17UKl3-lgI/AAAAAAAAACg/kIVB2lqJhco/s400/ug3-4544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142781102934365698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">La felicidad </span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">es un pájaro azul</span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">a veces pasa</span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></div> <div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tengo un cielo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">de flores azulinas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">pétalos caen</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Myrtha Milella<br />Derechos Reservados<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-6787508337013025719?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-50286644443673277652007-11-24T07:53:00.000-08:002007-11-24T07:57:02.769-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/R0hJbq7FaqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fr41Qpasnh4/s1600-h/FINE_H~1+copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136436114743454370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/R0hJbq7FaqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fr41Qpasnh4/s400/FINE_H~1+copia.jpg" width="426" border="0" /></a>Con mis manos, construí una casa<br />robando maderas del paraíso<br />puse puertas y ventanas<br />para que vuelen los pájaros.<br /><br />Pinté un patio diminuto<br />donde las orquídeas rebosan<br />la luna es un ala que arropa silencios<br /><br />Coloqué una cama,<br />sobre la almohada un pañuelo<br />un manojo de cartas<br />donde la tinta ya no lee<br /><br />Puse sillas y una mesa<br />para sentar las ausencias<br /><br />Ubiqué unas fotos …<br />donde las flores marchitan<br /><br />En mis ojos carentes de rocío<br />una estampa me delata<br />esa soy yo<br /><br />Sin cerrar la puerta vuelvo al río.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Myrtha Milella</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">2007<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-5028664444367327765?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-79066204422476090232007-11-14T09:56:00.001-08:002007-11-14T10:00:36.349-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/Rzs3nUTrhwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jXcCBK9sByw/s1600-h/20060904121147-untitled.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132757348924491522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/Rzs3nUTrhwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jXcCBK9sByw/s400/20060904121147-untitled.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Huyo de tí cabalgando por las sabanas<br />con mis cabellos enmarañados<br />de vientos<br />mis ojos sin codicias<br />como violetas tristes<br /><br />Siento la nada<br />de tus brazos<br />que una vez apretaron mi cintura<br /><br />Una alondra posada sobre la rama<br />agitando alas con matices de luna<br />brillo de estrellas suelta el pico<br />imposible resistirme a su presencia.<br /><br />El verde de los prados<br />desborda mis delirios en tu ausencia<br />dibujo besos sin colores<br />en el desquicio moribundo<br />donde el silencio de no tenerte<br />me viste blanca.<br /><br />Por eso huyo.</div><div> </div><div align="center">Myrtha Milella</div><div align="center">2007</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-7906620442247609023?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-57101443758246669382007-11-14T09:53:00.001-08:002007-11-14T09:55:50.240-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/Rzs2X0TrhvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZNydP1KQLpA/s1600-h/ausencia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132755983124891378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/Rzs2X0TrhvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZNydP1KQLpA/s400/ausencia.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tengo <br /> los ojos sin madrugadas<br /> dejados por el invierno<br /> despojados de presencias<br /><br />Tengo<br /> tanta soledad<br />que mi sombra es un hilo<br />negada a caminar <br /><br />Tengo<br /> alforjas cargadas de tristezas<br /> donde los vientos<br />no atinan disipar<br /><br />Tengo<br />palabras mordiendo tiempos <br />en mis labios<br />una glicina temblando<br /><br /> <br />Por eso bebo en silencio<br />el vino que no mata.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Myrtha Milella</div><div align="center">2007<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-5710144375824666938?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-3038397342941076642007-11-14T09:50:00.000-08:002007-11-14T09:53:02.327-08:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/Rzs11kTrhuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m30yvsKBjv0/s1600-h/PAREJA~2+copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132755394714371810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="297" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/Rzs11kTrhuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m30yvsKBjv0/s400/PAREJA~2+copia.jpg" width="416" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-303839734294107664?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-60645769231331951592007-06-01T13:46:00.001-07:002007-06-01T13:48:47.260-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/RmCF6nJuZWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C85ynzFyUB8/s1600-h/171373049O026490463.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071200422407857506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/RmCF6nJuZWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C85ynzFyUB8/s400/171373049O026490463.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Otoño tiene frío<br />en noches escarpadas<br /><br /> lodo en las calles<br />gritos de fieras hambrientas<br />deshojaron sus petalos suaves<br />dejandola marchita y sin lágrimas<br /><br />Enmascarados de silencios<br />Insomnes de madrugadas<br />rasgaron ensueños<br />vejaron sus lunas amanecidas<br /><br />Otoño viste ternura<br />Se abriga blanca como los lirios<br />héroes de polvo<br />la tiñeron de sangre<br />violentos desaparecieron<br />perdiendo sus zapatos<br /><br />Otoño se abraza a los bordes de una estrella.</div><div> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Myrtha Milella</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Derechos Reservados</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-6064576923133195159?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-80146296373947429352007-04-21T06:17:00.000-07:002007-04-21T06:20:02.066-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/RioPVHgImEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2cTJJ7-16G4/s1600-h/Lucerito_003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055870387142301762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pVGVIONu6zk/RioPVHgImEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2cTJJ7-16G4/s320/Lucerito_003.jpg" width="336" border="0" /></a> LUCERO<br /><br />El último escalón del verano<br />hizo posible<br />un racimo de estrellas.<br /><br />La noche se vistió de novia<br /> los albores decapitaron al olvido.<br /><br />Un lucero,<br />asoma desde el cielo <br />(verdad última de milagros)<br /><br /> recoge al alba los pétalos<br />que al descuido dejaron los duendes<br />en estelas desgajadas del estío<br /><br /><br />Las chicharras duermen<br />mientras escuchan el coro de grillos<br />sutil canto de alabanza<br />a la luz tangible que despierta amaneceres<br /><br /><br />myrtha milella<br />2007<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-8014629637394742935?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1175270777906869542007-03-30T10:05:00.000-07:002007-03-30T10:16:36.326-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/548/3346/1600/434753/LUNA7%20copia.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/548/3346/320/665164/LUNA7%20copia.jpg" width="365" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Fue la luna<br />una larga espera<br />cubierta de vientos<br />noches insomnes sin respuestas<br /><br />Fue la luna<br />escondida entre eclipses de pechos<br />un fantasma desechado al abismo<br /><br />Fue la luna<br />bola brillante de memoria amontonada<br />cópula de amor desesperado<br /><br />Fue la luna<br />noche de mil luciérnagas<br />que encendieron a las sombras<br /><br />myrtha milella<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-117527077790686954?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1164395211650536082006-11-24T11:04:00.000-08:002006-11-24T11:10:11.093-08:00<a href="http://www.linkyourfiles.com/files/3595/lluviarojo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.linkyourfiles.com/files/3595/lluviarojo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Las lluvias de abril<br />trajeron pájaros<br />me prestaron vuelos<br />remonté junto a ellos<br />donde el azul encandila.<br /><br />Las lluvias de abril<br />mojaron mis entrañas<br />y crecieron juncos<br />enhiestos y fuertes.<br /><br />Las lluvias de abril<br />empaparon mis ojos<br />los abrí al viento,<br />vislumbré el arco iris<br />me embriagué con aromas<br />fuí abeja entre jazmines,<br />cobijé una paloma<br />con las alas contusas.<br /><br />Entonces... descubrí la poesía.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Myrtha Milella</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Derechos Reservados</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-116439521165053608?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1161631537802954712006-10-23T12:20:00.000-07:002006-10-23T12:31:19.960-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/548/3346/1600/fine_challenge%20copia.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="345" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/548/3346/320/fine_challenge%20copia.jpg" width="307" border="0" /></a><br />Voy abrir el corazón<br />para escribir lo que duele<br />sobre pétalos de cenizas- viento<br />que soplan al anochecer<br /><br /><br />Voy abrir el corazón<br />estrujado de sal<br />silencioso de aguardos<br />clamando el frío de los sin regresos<br /><br />Voy abrir el corazón<br />y dejar que fluyan rios<br />hacia donde llegue mi nave<br />Y mis angustias se diluyan<br /><br />Voy abrir el corazón<br />para que lo invadan estrellas.<br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Myrtha Milella</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Derechos Reservados</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-116163153780295471?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1161631196845161812006-10-23T12:17:00.000-07:002006-10-23T12:19:56.846-07:00<a href="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/121/7/5/O/121759365O313897445.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/121/7/5/O/121759365O313897445.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Escribo<br />Con manos de silencio <br />escribo<br />desde el torbellino de mi alma<br />donde imprimo con dedos de tinta<br />mi audacia que cabalga con los vientos<br />Escribo<br />pariendo letras<br />que brotan de mis entrañas apagadas<br /> van en busca de luces<br />para seguir naciendo<br />Escribo en el albor de los sueños<br />que marca el mármol de la noche<br /><br />Escribo en la arena<br />que se lleva el río.<br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Myrtha Milella</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Derechos Reservados</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-116163119684516181?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1161630974122419192006-10-23T12:13:00.000-07:002006-10-23T12:30:41.000-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/548/3346/1600/4rosas.3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="281" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/548/3346/320/4rosas.3.jpg" width="354" border="0" /></a><br />En este octubre<br />de rosas salpicadas de nostalgias<br />donde la luna es tan blanca<br />que las estrellas esperan asomarse<br /><br />En este octubre<br />en que las cosas tienen presencias de alas<br />tu figura me arrebuja, madre,<br />y me abriga los rincones del alma<br /><br />En este octubre de flores<br />que se abren con el sol de la mañana<br />miro en tu sereno cielo<br />un lugar donde encontrarte,<br /><br />En este día de octubre<br />quiero que escuches en mis versos<br />las palabras mudas de ayer<br />te quiero mamá.<br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Myrtha Milella</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Derechos Reservados</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-116163097412241919?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1155150321971706462006-08-09T12:02:00.000-07:002006-08-09T12:05:21.986-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/548/3346/1600/melancolia%20azulina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/548/3346/400/melancolia%20azulina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">Siento que la noche me envuelve<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">en sombras azuladas sin perfumes <u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">las estrellas descuelgan sus destellos<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">y el polvo de sus luces me dispersan<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR"> <u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR"> <u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">Esta soledad cubierta de esperas<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">pinta mi rostro de fantasmas<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">la luna se eclipsa sin denuedos<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">en tanto palpo la herida que me ahonda<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR"> <u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">Sola<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">Sin sentir tu presencia en la penumbra<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">virgen de ardientes clandestinos<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">desfallezco ante la aurora<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-AR">y renazco en el vino imaginario de tu boca.</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal">Myrtha Milella</p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal">2006<br /><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-115515032197170646?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1155148343143139892006-08-09T11:27:00.000-07:002006-08-09T11:32:23.166-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/548/3346/1600/beigedovewflwr.%20copia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/548/3346/400/beigedovewflwr.%20copia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">Mi vida penetró como un ensueño</span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">en el vuelo del pájaro aquel día</span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">posado en mi ventana</span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">llevándose mis sueños mojados de rocío.</span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-AR"> <u1:p></u1:p></span><span lang="ES-AR"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">Quiero volverme pájaro<br />y juntos volar hasta las nubes</span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">sus alas y las mías</span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">sin dejar de agitarse ante el hastío</span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-AR"> <u1:p></u1:p></span><span lang="ES-AR"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">Volar tan alto</span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">y adormecidos por el sol</span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">caer exhaustos sobre el río </span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">mis sueños perdidos en la corriente</span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">prendidos de alas muertas. </span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD">Quiero volverme pájaro</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">y ahuyentar la soledad de mi ventana.<br /><span style="color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD"> </span><span lang="ES-AR"><u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Myrtha Milella</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2006</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD"></span></div><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black;" lang="ES-TRAD"> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /> <!--[endif]--></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-115514834314313989?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1153987628008346082006-07-27T01:05:00.000-07:002006-07-27T01:07:08.023-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/119/7/2/O/119722624O530150590.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/119/7/2/O/119722624O530150590.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 14.4pt;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;">Pétalos de vientos azules se filtraron por al ventana aquella noche de grillos, y la despertaron de un largo letargo.<br /><br /> Ella, una mujer sola, inerte de pasiones, yacía en su<br />cama fría y desolada de sueños<br /><br /> La brisa rozó su rostro y un despertar tibio<br />acarició su piel ajada, golpeada de amores, sacudida por la vida.<br /><br /> Se incorporó lentamente, corrió el visillo de seda de la ventana, arrugado y gastado como las aristas de su alma.<br /> Miró a través de los vidrios opacados, un cielo que<br />comenzaba a destellar.<br /><br /> Se preguntó cuánto tiempo hacia que miraba sin ver, escuchaba sin oír, </span></b><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 14.4pt;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;">respiraba sin saber que existía.</span></b><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 14.4pt;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"><br /> Se buscó en el espejo de sus hemisferios y se miró,<span style=""> </span>allí estaba, envuelta en sombras, en interrogantes sin respuestas, en túneles sin salidas.<br /><br /> Desplegó los cobijos que cubrían su cuerpo blanco, sin soles, deslizó sus piernas largas y fina<span style=""> </span>fuera de la cama y se incorporó sostenida por su propio silencio.<br /><br /> Afuera, un domingo de campanas llamaban sin apuros. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 14.4pt;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;">Atinó asomarse al día, donde una alondra la recibió con su trino, abrió los brazos <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 14.4pt;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;">que parecían alas rotas, apretadas de tanto tiempo, y miró, por primera vez miró, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 14.4pt;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;">atravesando las esteras pesadas de sus ojos.<br /><br /> La alondra remontó vuelo y se perdió junto a los<span style=""> </span>vientos. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 14.4pt;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;">Un otoño nostálgico despeinó sus cabellos y estremeció su cuerpo, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 14.4pt;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;">así...despertó a nueva, soplando las cenizas de la espera, <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 14.4pt;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;">abrazada a los sueños redentores.<br /><br /> Myrtha Milella<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 14.4pt;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;">2006<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-115398762800834608?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1152858769740455692006-07-13T23:27:00.000-07:002006-07-13T23:32:49.753-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/112/1/0/O/112101801O368107773.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/112/1/0/O/112101801O368107773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Tal vez un día <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Pueda<span style=""> </span>explicarte<span style=""> </span>este amor<span style=""> </span>tan<span style=""> </span>viejo<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Que nació<span style=""> </span>con el<span style=""> </span>génesis<span style=""> </span>mismo<span style=""> </span>de la vida<span style="">.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Tal vez<span style=""> </span>un<span style=""> </span>día<span style=""> </span>pueda<span style=""> </span>decirte<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">tantas<span style=""> </span>cosas<span style=""> </span>de<span style=""> </span>mis<span style=""> </span>ojos-sales<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style=""> </span>y<span style=""> </span>mi boca<span style=""> </span>muerta.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Tal vez...<span style=""> </span>cuando<span style=""> </span>rompa el alba<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Y<span style=""> </span>las gaviotas<span style=""> </span>posen en la arena<span style=""> </span>blanca<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Yo desfallezca de esperas<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style=""> </span>Y tu renazcas<span style=""> </span>en<span style=""> </span>el<span style=""> </span>loco delirio de<span style=""> </span>amarte.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Tal vez<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Cuando<span style=""> </span>rompa el capullo<span style=""> </span>de crisálida<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Sea mariposa<span style=""> </span>y<span style=""> </span>vuele.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><br />Te<span style=""> </span>buscaré<span style=""> </span>entonces<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">A beber<span style=""> </span>el<span style=""> </span>vino<span style=""> </span>rojo<span style=""> </span>de lujurias. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-115285876974045569?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1152798632562374082006-07-13T06:47:00.000-07:002006-07-13T06:59:25.130-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/125/8/0/O/125806541O649809015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/125/8/0/O/125806541O649809015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/125/8/0/O/125806541O649809015.jpg"></a><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Esta</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">noche</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">de otoño</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">sin estrellas</span><o:p style="font-weight: bold;"></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">caireles de los árboles<span style=""> </span>se<span style=""> </span>escuchan<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">inclinaré<span style=""> </span>mi espera<span style=""> </span>melancólica<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">ante el pabilo agonizante de una vela.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></o:p></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Levantaré<span style=""> </span>mi rostro<span style=""> </span>enjuto ante la lumbre<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">buscando<span style=""> </span>el arrimo seguro de una sombra<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">alargaré<span style=""> </span>mis brazos<span style=""> </span>hasta tocarte<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">mas allá<span style=""> </span>del silencio<span style=""> </span>y el <span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>delirio.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></o:p></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">En tanto…<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">estamparé al sudario<span style=""> </span>sales de mis ojos<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> </span>en plegarias<span style=""> </span>inconclusas<span style=""> </span>al abrigo<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">me<span style=""> </span>vestiré <span style=""> </span>blanca <span style=""> </span>en el crepúsculo<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">junto al árbol<span style=""> </span>refugio de mis<span style=""> </span>vientos.<br /><br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></o:p></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-weight: bold;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Myrtha<span style=""> </span>Milella<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">2006</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></o:p></span></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-115279863256237408?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1152798164136745052006-07-13T06:41:00.000-07:002006-07-13T07:00:38.766-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/125/8/0/O/125802823O577039662.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/125/8/0/O/125802823O577039662.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">En este otoño<span style=""> </span>con flores de tristeza<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Y árboles<span style=""> </span>despojados <span style=""> </span>de hojas<span style=""> </span>ya difuntas <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">coloco mi<span style=""> </span>añoranza<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">sobre <span style=""> </span>alfombras<span style=""> </span>deslucidas<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">donde<span style=""> </span>asoma una<span style=""> </span>tímida violeta.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Hay<span style=""> </span>ausencias plomizas<span style=""> </span>que se ahondan<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">en el cielo otoñal<span style=""> </span>de ciertas <span style=""> </span>tardes<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">viento-lluvia<span style=""> </span>llora la noche sin estrellas<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">tiemblan los<span style=""> </span>sueños <span style=""> </span>sin cobijo<span style=""> </span>en los altares.<br /> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Myrtha Milella<br />2006<br /></span></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-115279816413674505?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1152797877748201032006-07-13T06:34:00.000-07:002006-07-13T07:01:55.503-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/125/8/0/O/125802712O996452664.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/125/8/0/O/125802712O996452664.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">Ven<span style=""> </span>niña…<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">arrebujémonos<span style=""> </span>bajo los árboles<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">sintamos el aroma del otoño<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">en sus pétalos iridiscentes<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">que bordan recuerdos de un abril de soles.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">Ven...<span style=""> </span>niña<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">Juguemos<span style=""> </span>en la<span style=""> </span>plaza<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">en tanto<span style=""> </span>las agujas tejen<span style=""> </span>historias<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">que<span style=""> </span>cosen sueños de novicia<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">en la barca de <span style=""> </span>nostalgias ocres.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">Ven... niña</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">Vístete blanca y eterna<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">que<span style=""> </span>no<span style=""> </span>se note la<span style=""> </span>herida del silencio<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">ayúdame<span style=""> </span>a remontar este otoño<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">con<span style=""> </span>alas de gorriones<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">en el nido suave<span style=""> </span>de color<span style=""> </span>y tiempo.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">Myrtha<span style=""> </span>Milella<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;">Abril<span style=""> </span>2006</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div></span><br /><span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-115279787774820103?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071456.post-1152797412165922802006-07-13T06:28:00.000-07:002006-07-13T07:03:34.983-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/113/3/4/O/113346106O240814281.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photo-origin.tickle.com/image/113/3/4/O/113346106O240814281.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Otoño<span style=""> </span>con sus<span style=""> </span>hojas <span style=""> </span>hechas<span style=""> </span>versos <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">palabras <span style=""> </span>descolgadas de las ramas<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">que se guardan en los pliegues de un pañuelo<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Esperanza de otoño dibujando azules<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">en el ancla pertinaz de la memoria<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">cuando llueve, hastío en las aceras.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Empiezo<span style=""> </span>a transitarte<span style=""> </span>amigo otoño<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">me arrebujo entre las hojas del ensueño<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">camino hacia el asombro<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">de tus pétalos dispersos en el aire<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Hojas de otoño llamando al<span style=""> </span>olvido<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">secas como soles de silencio<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">alfombra crujiente bajo el musgo<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">la desnudez del alma te desanda.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><o:p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></o:p></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Myrtha Milella<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" lang="ES-TRAD" ><span style="font-size:100%;">2006</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31071456-115279741216592280?l=poesiaynostalgia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Myrtha Milellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974415730658892325noreply@blogger.com3