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"Sóc el maleït, per posar en lletra el que ja s’ha dit"
"Diuen que poeta, paraula que fa poreta"
"En tot cas seré, un rimaire maleït, per tot el que també s'ha escrit"
"Llàstima, sóc així, jo mateix, com l'oratge, com el vent"
Registre intel·lectual i drets d'autor.Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.comBlogger753125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-4438234865737724502023-08-12T20:55:00.005+01:002023-08-12T20:58:30.386+01:00Aún así <p> Recorrí medio mundo</p><p>con las chanclas viejas,</p><p>la piel quemada y curtida,</p><p>el crujir de mis huesos</p><p>y el cansancio de los años.</p><p><br /></p><p>Pensé resistir ver más allá </p><p>de la llamada a mi puerta,</p><p>para resetearme en el inicio,</p><p>como la brisa que desprende</p><p>el contoneo de las laderas</p><p>en el jardín de sus sabores.</p><p><br /></p><p>Sobrevolé torpe y sin rumbo</p><p>con las alas sucias, débiles,</p><p>con el alma en el pico</p><p>y el peso de un frágil volcán </p><p>sobre las rutas del querer,</p><p>los que llegan a los mares </p><p>por valles de rios de lava</p><p>con los zumos de corazón </p><p>y el erradico ojo de halcón.</p><p><br /></p><p>Quise ser león y elefante,</p><p>pisar fuerte y tener garra,</p><p>decisorio, fiel y cerebral </p><p>con las miradas fijas</p><p>ante la selva del Edén</p><p>donde se amansan las fieras.</p><p><br /></p><p>Aún así, gané en el camino</p><p>abrazando su cálida áurea</p><p>con sus dulces amarguras.</p><p>Y hoy, me despierto del sueño</p><p>con la sábana arrugada,</p><p>en cada una de sus miles albas </p><p>y compartidos atardeceres.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88_PalGGdWI/YUTIRUBF5TI/AAAAAAAAoQ0/QfZAO5-_uuMDF2p68HuCPlPxAsfX_0kXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1771/IMG_20210914_164140.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1614" data-original-width="1771" height="365" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88_PalGGdWI/YUTIRUBF5TI/AAAAAAAAoQ0/QfZAO5-_uuMDF2p68HuCPlPxAsfX_0kXwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h365/IMG_20210914_164140.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-43259935335960319022021-07-17T14:42:00.004+01:002021-07-25T19:49:25.735+01:00Panka haikus "Mi lago"<p>Por el arroyo</p><p>llenado el corazón.</p><p>Amerizando</p><p>de vida con su sangre</p><p>los ángeles que flotan.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy-l8w9nS_s/YPLeAK0eDaI/AAAAAAAAnmY/RLdGcJBr_ugS5X-k97RbYoN6NXK644rBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1334/IMG_20210717_124008.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="885" data-original-width="1334" height="265" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wy-l8w9nS_s/YPLeAK0eDaI/AAAAAAAAnmY/RLdGcJBr_ugS5X-k97RbYoN6NXK644rBwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h265/IMG_20210717_124008.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-67059522493602885342021-07-17T14:39:00.003+01:002021-07-17T14:39:33.858+01:00Haikus Poema<p>Letras de estío,</p><p>luces de mente en lienzos.</p><p>Poema al alba.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OTz_cTWitE/YPLc_atxOjI/AAAAAAAAnmQ/kc6cff-vS8Ual9JqZAIsgxkDSNpioKgAACLcBGAsYHQ/s900/FB_IMG_1626528965852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OTz_cTWitE/YPLc_atxOjI/AAAAAAAAnmQ/kc6cff-vS8Ual9JqZAIsgxkDSNpioKgAACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/FB_IMG_1626528965852.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-84401908412923677122021-07-17T14:35:00.002+01:002021-07-17T14:35:43.026+01:00Haikus Auxili<p>Àngel d'auxili</p><p>salvant-se al braç de vida.</p><p>Sospirs a l'aire.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zE3jTaNjFuM/YPLco0cwHhI/AAAAAAAAnmI/9gxJQkV6FiUjcXABDGIVTOqHNYmLaNqTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/FB_IMG_1626528897648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zE3jTaNjFuM/YPLco0cwHhI/AAAAAAAAnmI/9gxJQkV6FiUjcXABDGIVTOqHNYmLaNqTgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/FB_IMG_1626528897648.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-6837380751644009832021-07-17T14:30:00.005+01:002021-08-11T04:58:04.701+01:00Calientes de infierno<p> Percibo calor en su brisa</p><p>mientras ignoro mi café,</p><p>inmóvil, tras la ventana</p><p>confortable del refugio,</p><p>tan lejano que se palpan</p><p>cercanías en su aire,</p><p>sus vapores, espejismos,</p><p>porque distante las veo,</p><p>firmes, cual aletargadas</p><p>desiertas estan sus calles</p><p>deseando su pronta noche.</p><p><br /></p><p>Y le doy tiempo a su tiempo</p><p>porque la hora precede,</p><p>que hasta la razón libre</p><p>se esconde de la sombra</p><p>bajo el sol del mediodía.</p><p><br /></p><p>Percibo calores en su brisa</p><p>deseando su pronta noche,</p><p>y le doy tiempo a su tiempo</p><p>bajo el sol del mediodía.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-47346805156370372662021-07-07T14:39:00.003+01:002021-07-07T14:42:08.474+01:00Sr. J.J del S.J.<p>Cada minut i moment</p><p>que es parla de Falles,</p><p>brolla l'excrement </p><p>en maleïdes baralles.</p><p><br /></p><p>Tu tens la culpa</p><p>del meu parlar sr .....an,</p><p>davant esta disculpa</p><p>tots els que diuen van.</p><p><br /></p><p>Benvinguts,</p><p>són les falles de les nou.</p><p>L'Alzira dels morruts</p><p>i dels que xuplen de l'ou.</p><p><br /></p><p>Poca es la vergonya</p><p>des de la casa gran</p><p>que semblen carronya</p><p>dels del Cap i Casal.</p><p><br /></p><p>Tant és el que ajunta</p><p>com el que rejunta</p><p>i segur que algú s'unta</p><p>en l'economia de Junta.</p><p><br /></p><p>Enguany tindran de tot;</p><p>recompenses de sobac,</p><p>falleres de fila primera </p><p>i fallers de cua tercera.</p><p><br /></p><p>Enguany tindrem de tot</p><p>en macro-despertades,</p><p>mascletades i nits del foc</p><p>i una ofrena que sap a poc</p><p>rifant-se-la a galtades</p><p>en el pasdoble que ballaves.</p><p><br /></p><p>Premis de calbot</p><p>irreals i mentiders,</p><p>i ben untats sobre tot</p><p>de diners al rebot</p><p>per als matalassers.</p><p>I clar que sí;</p><p>calçats com un calcetí</p><p>amb interessos de banderí.</p><p><br /></p><p>Si Alzira tinguera collons</p><p>i els fallers més implicació,</p><p>el tall de coll seria dels bons</p><p>en dimissions sense opció.</p><p>I tinc ben clar;</p><p>si haguera sigut president</p><p>en les reunions de membre;</p><p>guerres tindríem ben present</p><p>en les Falles del setembre.</p><p><br /></p><p>Amés amés no t'oblides;</p><p>si eres el delegat</p><p>de la teua comissió,</p><p>estigues preparat</p><p>o almenys amagat,</p><p>voldran per disposició</p><p>el treball representat</p><p>tant siga per devoció</p><p>o per escudellar-los el plat.</p><p><br /></p><p>Buff... quina tertúlia</p><p>en l'arribada del bin bang,</p><p>és d'Alzira i la rodalia</p><p>i en fer-te mala sang.</p><p><br /></p><p>Tiralí, tiralí</p><p>que present està el Covi</p><p>i tot el parlat</p><p>caurà en sac foradat.</p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-32357244594020703662021-07-07T14:34:00.001+01:002021-07-07T14:35:14.530+01:00Quema el aire<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;">Hoy rompe la luz</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">quemándose el aire</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">en un mar de cera.</span></p><p dir="ltr"><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">Lloran los luceros</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">en luna menguante</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">con lágrimas secas.</span></p><p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALsQQM2tSO8/YOWtiMMJAZI/AAAAAAAAngU/0NSL9a4LsUw7rVcxxw2ipqHghYPtHo5KwCLcBGAsYHQ/s544/Polish_20210706_220925630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="544" data-original-width="418" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALsQQM2tSO8/YOWtiMMJAZI/AAAAAAAAngU/0NSL9a4LsUw7rVcxxw2ipqHghYPtHo5KwCLcBGAsYHQ/w308-h400/Polish_20210706_220925630.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><br /></span><p></p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-45875795556135508782021-07-05T21:40:00.004+01:002021-07-06T11:08:36.316+01:00Haikus Playa<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Junto la orilla</div><div style="text-align: center;">la sombra del castillo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Playa horizonte.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Junto la orilla</div><div style="text-align: center;">las sombras del castillo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cielos que peinan.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Junto la orilla</div><div style="text-align: center;">las sombras del castillo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nació su cielo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfxCzP5Yn3k/YNy36ItQWUI/AAAAAAAAndg/7nNu0kh_GsAEh7nkqYJY1HuL1xdWPk34gCLcBGAsYHQ/s553/Polish_20210630_081135690.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="424" data-original-width="553" height="306" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfxCzP5Yn3k/YNy36ItQWUI/AAAAAAAAndg/7nNu0kh_GsAEh7nkqYJY1HuL1xdWPk34gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h306/Polish_20210630_081135690.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-73537021995169408362021-06-30T19:27:00.002+01:002021-06-30T19:27:21.208+01:00Viatjar a Mallorca<p> Et desitge un viatge</p><p>i no et tanque la porta.</p><p>S'ha de fer triatge </p><p>per anar a Mallorca.</p><p><br /></p><p>Després contaràs</p><p>què t'han segrestat</p><p>i no ens contagiaràs</p><p>quedant-te confinat.</p><p><br /></p><p>Culparàs al govern</p><p>per les mesures,</p><p>per quan és intern</p><p>de les cordures.</p><p><br /></p><p>La gent jove</p><p>es desparrama,</p><p>viuen in love</p><p>com els ve en gana</p><p><br /></p><p>I al cas, que se n'anem</p><p>sense fer rialles,</p><p>i ho culminarem</p><p>no celebrant Falles?</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wmx47UnIA5M/YNy3eCGmJpI/AAAAAAAAndY/dEGH5qmY7ekXkzGAcpsOibhjklfHFsBcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1114/IMG_20210630_200745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1072" data-original-width="1114" height="385" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wmx47UnIA5M/YNy3eCGmJpI/AAAAAAAAndY/dEGH5qmY7ekXkzGAcpsOibhjklfHFsBcQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h385/IMG_20210630_200745.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-41550198209061079612021-06-28T20:39:00.003+01:002021-06-28T20:39:53.601+01:00Haikus "día del orgullo"<div style="text-align: left;">Bailan sujetos</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;">mangos de voz por ellos.<br /></span>
Por los iguales.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Rampas del agua.<br />
Sombras ultravioleta.<br />
Lenguas granizo.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Amor colores<br />
cazando corazones.<br />
Quereres libres.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XFttPQ5iMZ8/YNolXEGCjmI/AAAAAAAAnYs/SO98Qn_qZnAatOJ31eVWXWi0yeYjSZjgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/FB_IMG_1624891396449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="675" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XFttPQ5iMZ8/YNolXEGCjmI/AAAAAAAAnYs/SO98Qn_qZnAatOJ31eVWXWi0yeYjSZjgwCLcBGAsYHQ/w225-h400/FB_IMG_1624891396449.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-28624727941886671642021-06-27T00:24:00.005+01:002021-06-27T00:24:47.811+01:00Les Falles del setembre<p>Va tirant de floretes,</p><p>la comunicadora,</p><p>i van fent dents "llarguetes"</p><p>a les que s'han quedat fora.</p><p><br /></p><p>A foc les mascletades</p><p>i a trets cremant-ne cinc,</p><p>amb macro-despertades</p><p>en que jo; ni vaig ni vinc.</p><p><br /></p><p>Faran focs d'artifici</p><p>i també nostra ofrena,</p><p>falsejaran el premi</p><p>fent muscle de l'esquena.</p><p><br /></p><p>I faran un pas-doble,</p><p>és veritat, clar que sí.</p><p>Ballaran del veí poble</p><p>les onze d'Algemesí.</p><p><br /></p><p>I si el temps acompanya</p><p>un dinar d'alta gamma,</p><p>i cadascú s'apanya</p><p>si agafa un pet per gana.</p><p><br /></p><p>Estareu ben jutjats</p><p>ningú podrà negar-ho,</p><p>convidats estan els jurats</p><p>abans de deliberar-ho.</p><p><br /></p><p>Premis de l'u al nou</p><p>bufant en caldo gelat,</p><p>hi ha qui de veres li cou</p><p>per ous haver-se negat.</p><p><br /></p><p>Però s'ha donat permís</p><p>a què s'òbriguen casals,</p><p>per a jugar al parxís</p><p>o fer dinars i esmorzars.</p><p><br /></p><p>En res ja estan ací,</p><p>sí, Falles del setembre.</p><p>Això va passar aquí,</p><p>difícil de comprendre.</p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-26979918650407005132021-06-27T00:23:00.004+01:002021-06-27T00:25:43.401+01:00Haikus a la vela<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;">En luz de Faro</span><br />
que refleja la calma.<br />
Baila la brisa.</p><p dir="ltr"><br /></p>
<p dir="ltr">Candil de vela<br />
con su costa rocosa.<br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">Por mar de cera.</span></p><p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><br /></span></p>
<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;">Llama la noche</span><br />
con espejo de tiempo.<br />
La compartida.</p><p dir="ltr"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UjsQb5W7nWw/YNe20q0LkWI/AAAAAAAAnYg/bgdgyxcQL1wTYO271hP3NMvFo1oy_sWZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_20210627_004754.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UjsQb5W7nWw/YNe20q0LkWI/AAAAAAAAnYg/bgdgyxcQL1wTYO271hP3NMvFo1oy_sWZwCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/IMG_20210627_004754.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p dir="ltr"><br /></p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-84586440716300199582021-06-23T16:11:00.002+01:002021-06-23T16:11:31.020+01:00Haikus Noche Sant Juan<p dir="ltr"></p><div style="text-align: center;">Coraza polvo</div><div style="text-align: center;">desde luces caídas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tronco perenne.</div><p></p><p dir="ltr"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><div style="text-align: center;">******</div></span><div style="text-align: center;">Verdes sin playa</div><div style="text-align: center;">con su jardín de mármol.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Techo sin cielo.</div><p></p><p dir="ltr"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><div style="text-align: center;">******</div></span><div style="text-align: center;">Frío silencio</div><div style="text-align: center;">sombras artificiales.</div>
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><div style="text-align: center;">San Juan de noche.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;">®®®®®®®®®®®</span></p>
<p dir="ltr"></p><div style="text-align: center;">Frío silencio</div>
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><div style="text-align: center;">desde luces caídas.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;">San Juan de noche</div>
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><div style="text-align: center;">con su jardín de mármol,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;">sombras artificiales.</div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p dir="ltr"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s2NxJbHvJ1A/YNNPEKfIxKI/AAAAAAAAnWc/IXBn4R7lDcYCO8tWeuXsXJJjwSDJcYbWACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_20210623_083348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s2NxJbHvJ1A/YNNPEKfIxKI/AAAAAAAAnWc/IXBn4R7lDcYCO8tWeuXsXJJjwSDJcYbWACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/IMG_20210623_083348.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p></blockquote>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-69348385190152167732021-06-21T16:51:00.004+01:002021-06-21T16:51:42.838+01:00Haikus "Clavo de Cristo"<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Se clavó el clavo</div><p>Sobre el tronco madero.</p><p>Su credo humano.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5gJjRS8W3k/YNC1RCur76I/AAAAAAAAnVo/PEy4_nZyVpUJiUd72R55PKbfeLQzJKcUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/IMG_20210621_174623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="640" height="268" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5gJjRS8W3k/YNC1RCur76I/AAAAAAAAnVo/PEy4_nZyVpUJiUd72R55PKbfeLQzJKcUgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h268/IMG_20210621_174623.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-16590723089964063812021-06-21T07:16:00.008+01:002021-06-21T07:19:55.257+01:00Covi contra Covi<div style="text-align: left;">"mesclar les begudes</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;">vos farà mal al cos"</span></div><p dir="ltr">
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">Advertien nostres mares</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">que cauriem de tos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">i de ben cert, era de veres;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">no se m'ha parat el mos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">anant de cagaleres.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;">Aleshores, la mescla</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">se'n pujarà al cap,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">si tens la Zeneca</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">deuria parlar el trellat</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">de no buscar hipoteca</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">i d'anar mal dopat.</span></p>
<p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;">Cuida't.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;">Va cu na't</span><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2jWV3TBCno/YNAunNgj0bI/AAAAAAAAnVg/pWE7lhKKbOQn_ZHNdnyIb-YtkRKRvaOOACLcBGAsYHQ/s1087/Polish_20210621_081311754.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="855" data-original-width="1087" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2jWV3TBCno/YNAunNgj0bI/AAAAAAAAnVg/pWE7lhKKbOQn_ZHNdnyIb-YtkRKRvaOOACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Polish_20210621_081311754.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-56469634770671134862021-06-21T07:08:00.002+01:002021-06-21T07:19:07.617+01:00Haikus "en el sendero"<div style="text-align: center;">ronda paseo</div>
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><div style="text-align: center;">recubierto de cielos</div></span><div style="text-align: center;">armas follaje</div>
<p></p>
<p dir="ltr"></p><div style="text-align: center;">respira sana</div>
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><div style="text-align: center;">la llamada de vida</div></span><div style="text-align: center;">corta camino</div>
<p></p>
<p dir="ltr"></p><div style="text-align: center;">ruta gastada</div>
<span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><div style="text-align: center;">cien años en la huella</div></span><div style="text-align: center;">naturaleza</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<p></p><p dir="ltr"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMbUcCc5cWA/YNAscDZB7DI/AAAAAAAAnVY/LYU0y2CVjigy2s3dm0j1lUX8cMlRiWHqACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/FB_IMG_1624193155133.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMbUcCc5cWA/YNAscDZB7DI/AAAAAAAAnVY/LYU0y2CVjigy2s3dm0j1lUX8cMlRiWHqACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/FB_IMG_1624193155133.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><br /></span><p></p><p dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: 1,00em;"><br /></span></p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-10251090644159754282021-06-16T18:44:00.005+01:002021-06-16T18:57:51.589+01:00Haikus "El gato"<p style="text-align: center;">Luces de sombras</p><p style="text-align: center;">en un mar de colores.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Con sus bigotes.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">El Sol se tiñe</p><p style="text-align: center;">con sus partes de luna.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Perlas de vista.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">En el silencio</p><p style="text-align: center;">con la mirada inmóvil.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Pelos de gato.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VbLjkLCtW8/YMo4Wb3hbMI/AAAAAAAAnSc/IxES2mhh02sLROnSYU7GIJAX3jZatxTMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s935/Screenshot_20210616_180021.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="933" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VbLjkLCtW8/YMo4Wb3hbMI/AAAAAAAAnSc/IxES2mhh02sLROnSYU7GIJAX3jZatxTMQCLcBGAsYHQ/w399-h400/Screenshot_20210616_180021.jpg" width="399" /></a></div><br /><p dir="ltr"><br /></p></div><p><br /></p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254728863892279686.post-69040582354231241472021-06-13T08:11:00.003+01:002021-06-13T10:32:51.301+01:00 "Difuminando IV"<p>"Difuminando (IV)"</p><p><br /></p><p>Tiñen luces sombrías</p><p>contra los vientos alados</p><p>y el rayo de la crueldad,</p><p>los que rabiosos y dolidos</p><p>esquivan el tiempo</p><p>de noticias carbonatadas</p><p>con heridas punzantes</p><p>fijadas en las marcas</p><p>de la casa de los credos</p><p>y a dos flechas de un verso</p><p>de la dulce lágrima negra.</p><p><br /></p><p>Aboga el pensamiento mojado</p><p>con mi taza de café,</p><p>ahogando resistencia de vuelo</p><p>y los ángeles inocentes</p><p>marinados contra voluntad.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHUJVCT5wi0/YMWvfmMKLUI/AAAAAAAAnQo/ddWs8TDhU2oIJOct61bPSN1IRon2u5idgCLcBGAsYHQ/s416/Polish_20210613_053930511.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="320" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHUJVCT5wi0/YMWvfmMKLUI/AAAAAAAAnQo/ddWs8TDhU2oIJOct61bPSN1IRon2u5idgCLcBGAsYHQ/w308-h400/Polish_20210613_053930511.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Moments i ventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17043766250428861076noreply@blogger.com0