tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40013757041882264492012-02-16T10:52:13.680-08:00Mi rincón en el mundo para compartir escritos que reflejan la vida hecha sentimientos.Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-46867461118681009422008-03-13T08:33:00.000-07:002008-03-13T08:41:55.005-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/R9lKkbWzh1I/AAAAAAAAARc/66_O4MjsDVo/s1600-h/cumbre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177251236318250834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/R9lKkbWzh1I/AAAAAAAAARc/66_O4MjsDVo/s320/cumbre.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">C</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">onfundieron las razones<br />los temores y los ruegos<br />Rasguñaron en sí mismos<br />Recitaron conceptos sapiensales<br />Se excusaron<br />Convocaron al fantasma - sigilosamente -<br />Arengaron-absurdamente-<br />Concertaron planes -desahuciadamente -<br />Coincidieron -presionadamente -<br /><br />Sigilosamente<br />absurdamente<br />desahuciadamente<br />presionadamente<br />gira el mundo a veces ¿gira el mundo siempre?...</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-4686746111868100942?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-60178615515193345872007-03-10T07:59:00.000-08:002007-03-11T18:10:49.971-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfLXdzMDunI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Gqiqyfaq6Bg/s1600-h/chartres.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040327839937968754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfLXdzMDunI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Gqiqyfaq6Bg/s320/chartres.jpg" width="190" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfLXBDMDumI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oVScXHVBKHw/s1600-h/vitralito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040327346016729698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfLXBDMDumI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oVScXHVBKHw/s320/vitralito.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div>La mirada estrena la altitud de lo sagrado<br /><br />Camino el eco de mis pasos<br />Respiro brumas de vitrales<br /><br />Sobre el altar<br />tiembla la llama<br /><br />Peregrinan en el laberinto<br /><br />Reconozco la fuente<br />de agua consagrada<br />que durante siglos<br />esperó a mi mano<br /><br />Los labios callan<br />Reza el alma<br /><br />Me inclino y lloro<br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">xxxxxxx</span></span><span style="color:#333333;">Jamás estuve en Francia.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-6017861551519334587?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-73241417281577925092007-03-08T22:03:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:19:10.069-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfD76zMDuiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dXjnjxC4mJc/s1600-h/el-grito.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039804970619353634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfD76zMDuiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dXjnjxC4mJc/s320/el-grito.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Puedo hablarte de mi aldea<br />para que sepas del mundo<br />Inventar juegos nuevos<br />Competir con lo absurdo<br />Encontrar la forma exacta de caberte en mi cuerpo<br />Alinear estrellas detrás del lucero<br />Elegir compases que bailen un vuelo<br />Cocinar manjares<br />Revolver desvanes<br />Pintar acuarelas plasmando los sueños<br />Aprender tu infancia<br />Encender mil fuegos<br />Convocar las lluvias cada mes de Enero<br />Subir barriletes<br />Retomar caminos<br />Alejar fantasmas<br />Rezar por los cuerdos<br />Llorar de vergüenza el dolor ajeno<br />Aceptar los cambios<br />Generar quimeras<br />Comprender tus señas<br />Animarme a tanto que sabes que puedo…<br /><br />Puedo sentir miedo de gritar NO QUIERO</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-7324141728157792509?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-10795341958785726582007-03-08T13:48:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:14:22.717-07:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Desde la injusticia: el rencor<br />Desde el rencor: la bronca<br />Desde la bronca: la violencia<br />Desde la violencia: el miedo<br />Desde el miedo: la sumisión<br />Desde la sumisión: el poder<br />Desde el poder: la soberbia<br />Desde la soberbia: la inmoralidad<br />Desde la inmoralidad: la corrupción<br />Desde la corrupción: la miseria<br />Desde la miseria: la ignorancia<br />Desde la ignorancia: la nada </span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfCFuXdKWNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DSJBUPD214E/s1600-h/desde-4.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039675014644390098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfCFuXdKWNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DSJBUPD214E/s320/desde-4.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><br />¿Desde dónde renacer?<br /><br />Desde el alma<br />Desde el hombre<br />Desde Dios<br />Desde la espera por la espera<br />Desde todos por cada uno<br />Desde cada uno por todos</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-1079534195878572658?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-36863325659768842542007-03-08T12:47:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:09:16.832-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfCgCXdKWXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/b-OGzuZuKOk/s1600-h/lejana.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039703945544096114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfCgCXdKWXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/b-OGzuZuKOk/s320/lejana.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">La misma sangre<br />distinta huída<br /><br />Intrusa en mi espacio marca su recuerdo<br /><br />Sin roce sus manos<br /><br />Sin formas mi cuerpo<br /><br />La empuja su miedo<br />huérfano de encuentro<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx </span>Lejana… me niego</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-3686332565976884254?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-16781843051091813352007-03-03T16:21:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:11:11.488-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/ReoRWgk_dTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Vvv4grz5Su0/s1600-h/IPANEMA-COMPOSICION.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037858211567203634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/ReoRWgk_dTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Vvv4grz5Su0/s320/IPANEMA-COMPOSICION.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Magia inigualable<br />en el mentido río con nombre de mes<br /><br />Lentas garotas<br />caminan la tarde<br /><br />Una bossa abraza<br />cuarenta cinturas<br /><br />El ángel<br />asoma<br /><br />Vinicius<br />perdura</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-1678184305109181335?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-57346872164070943632007-03-03T15:51:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:08:43.152-07:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Cristo en el morro<br />Lujo</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Favelas<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Agua con espuma<br />y espuma de estiércol </span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/ReoPbgk_dSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TOVd6hvoV5E/s1600-h/fotografia.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037856098443293986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/ReoPbgk_dSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TOVd6hvoV5E/s320/fotografia.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Arena de polvo<br />y polvo de todo<br />Las ruas con putas<br />y putas que ruedan<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">La cara de nada...<br />La nada que espera.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-5734687216407094363?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-73387739722904879402007-03-01T18:16:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:08:20.422-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Re7c7ksPYtI/AAAAAAAAALY/ifVOWZP2eyE/s1600-h/violin6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039207949093790418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Re7c7ksPYtI/AAAAAAAAALY/ifVOWZP2eyE/s320/violin6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">La mano lo rozó<br />Cimbró la cuerda<br /><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Nació el sonido<br />con notas de bengalas<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">xxxxxxxxxx</span>Por la vez primera<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">xxxxxxxxxx</span>se escuchó el color. </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-7338773972290487940?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-10913829951729863832007-02-22T15:28:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:06:08.816-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Rd4oK1tgWsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5IUb5krNqeI/s1600-h/memoria.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034505600128539330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Rd4oK1tgWsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5IUb5krNqeI/s320/memoria.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Si olvidamos<br />la tristeza de la historia<br />¡Qué ficticia paz tendremos!<br />Si enterramos<br />el pasado<br />con alborozado esmero<br />lograremos<br />un triunfo de miserias<br />renaciendo<br />las violencias y los miedos<br /></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Si borramos<br />la memoria de los pueblos<br />perderemos<br />sin saberlo<br />el Universo.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-1091382995172986383?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-65403873531332809602007-02-21T13:27:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:05:33.149-07:00<div align="left"></div><div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Rd4LtltgWqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZUKoVq-Edv8/s1600-h/cortomet-2.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034474311291787938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Rd4LtltgWqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZUKoVq-Edv8/s320/cortomet-2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Rd4LAFtgWoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t83RTl6VBio/s1600-h/cortomet-3.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Detrás de un vidrio sudarán las paredes </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></div></span><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">Despojos de días escapados<br />rodearán un momento<br />que apresará el único segundo<br /><br />Luego blanco y amarillo<br />la ausencia de bullicio<br />las uñas largas sobre papel caliente<br /><br />Arreglarás metales<br />Caminaré a encontrarte</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-6540387353133280960?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-14273690554074729782007-02-20T20:56:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:05:11.369-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Re9o10sPY1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/V60kn7SyUL0/s1600-h/otro-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039361781937431378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Re9o10sPY1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/V60kn7SyUL0/s320/otro-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Prismas de preguntas<br />quieren que los mueva.<br /><br />Como un caleidoscopio<br />se extienden tentadores.<br /><br />Sabré evitarlos.<br /><br />No quiero resortes.<br /><br />Lo estático semeja lo seguro, estaré muy quieta.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-1427369055407472978?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-28024591998065563582007-02-20T20:37:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:04:37.284-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RdvNUFtgWjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/13rL-fXpDI4/s1600-h/febrero.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033842753530780210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RdvNUFtgWjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/13rL-fXpDI4/s320/febrero.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Géneros livianos</span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Caricias más densas </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Horas que escapan </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Soles que besan</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Paciencia golosa<br />de buscar<br />sabores morenos<br /><br />Locura precisa<br />de pintar<br />tejados azules </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Un verano nuevo</span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-2802459199806556358?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-9199657665415912702007-02-18T13:46:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:04:02.303-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RdjK21tgWiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zR1y3w02H3E/s1600-h/let-it-rain-2.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032995627066219042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RdjK21tgWiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zR1y3w02H3E/s320/let-it-rain-2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Por las gotas tembló la rabia agazapada<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Emergió </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">el odio<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Huyó</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">la mansedumbre<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Fue utópico desandar el tiempo </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">por la mentida infinitud conocida<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">En la tarde rasgada de tormenta </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">nada cambió para siempre.<br /><br />¿Puede dudarse algo en el vacío?</span><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-919965766541591270?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-18102033239949503762007-02-18T13:04:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:01:57.031-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RdjAIVtgWhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_JEzNHtNzSM/s1600-h/marea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032983833086024210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RdjAIVtgWhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_JEzNHtNzSM/s320/marea.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ebria de hondura<br />Bucea profunda<br />La rodea lo distinto<br /><br />Arde mi herida<br />Sana mi centro</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Danza un laberinto<br /><br />Casi de alga<br />Casi de nácar<br /><br />Casi ... me basta.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-1810203323994950376?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-9942296337085849142007-02-18T12:44:00.000-08:002008-03-13T09:01:04.362-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Re97yndKWCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tWyarpoFgmc/s1600-h/fec.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039382617565845538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Re97yndKWCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tWyarpoFgmc/s320/fec.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Petalos de hiedra<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Olores de nido<br /><br />Lenguas encendidas<br /><br />Ríos de savia </span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">alcanzan mi vientre<br /><br />Soy cuenco<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Luz<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Simiente</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-994229633708584914?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-36048639898699275212007-02-18T06:55:00.000-08:002008-03-13T08:57:08.135-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Re7ieEsPYuI/AAAAAAAAALg/3n_nV8f0swk/s1600-h/espejo-e.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039214039357416162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/Re7ieEsPYuI/AAAAAAAAALg/3n_nV8f0swk/s320/espejo-e.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sobreviviente de su propio caos </span><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">se refleja absurdamente singular<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Analfabeta de amor<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">sufre el vacío<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">nutre violencia</span><br />Implacable y trágica<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">elige su fin.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">El espejo estalla</span><br /><br /></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-3604863989869927521?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-46727953974591208782007-02-17T16:33:00.000-08:002008-03-13T08:54:51.777-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RdefNVtgWXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NjGWZv-mc9A/s1600-h/limites-2.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032666160124942706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RdefNVtgWXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NjGWZv-mc9A/s320/limites-2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Soy</span><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">agua de un río de quimeras<br />Médano tallado<br />una de las mil noches en Bagdad<br />Flama<br />Dios<br />Ofrenda<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Columna que sostiene mi atanor<br />Envuelvo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">al sueño que me envuelve<br />Danzo </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">a tu costado<br />Invisible<br />Serena </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">En los límites que no atravesarás</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-4672795397459120878?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001375704188226449.post-69736881788760042572007-02-17T15:58:00.000-08:002008-03-13T08:53:29.439-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">En crujiente lecho<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">la siesta se tiende húmeda y abierta<br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Por sendas de sombra<br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">copula la selva</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfSrqjMDuqI/AAAAAAAAARM/EWGpwnFgO7M/s1600-h/copula.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040842630423100066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfSrqjMDuqI/AAAAAAAAARM/EWGpwnFgO7M/s320/copula.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfClg3dKWYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/19XlJ7FpFAI/s1600-h/selva5.jpg"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KqzbAzb4Tw/RfSqZjMDupI/AAAAAAAAARE/qYi7Rx_zqYg/s1600-h/copula.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001375704188226449-6973688178876004257?l=dianaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diana Alvarezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03604280274615247472noreply@blogger.com0