tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68609318100521480392012-01-23T23:12:04.141+01:00Todo es del color del cristal con que se miraRaticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.comBlogger2261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-15022765449377044092011-12-24T19:15:00.002+01:002012-01-21T19:33:33.206+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9tZ57HGpVM/TvYVq-ygy-I/AAAAAAAAFAg/B4BpO7t9whs/s1600/DSC_0001_3328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9tZ57HGpVM/TvYVq-ygy-I/AAAAAAAAFAg/B4BpO7t9whs/s400/DSC_0001_3328.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>golpeados por los cuatro costados<br />nos encaramamos a nuestras vidas<br />pequeñas<br /><br />qué hacer<br />con el pequeño desastre<br />en las manos<br /><br />a quién<br />vamos a entregar<br />la bola de fuego<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-1502276544937704409?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-50979025724404953982011-12-17T10:09:00.001+01:002011-12-17T10:10:23.971+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OcWa2Yy8uW8/Tuxa_ssIP8I/AAAAAAAAE_g/cYemkHq1nWE/s1600/naturaleza+muerta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OcWa2Yy8uW8/Tuxa_ssIP8I/AAAAAAAAE_g/cYemkHq1nWE/s400/naturaleza+muerta.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />cuando alguien muere</div><div style="text-align: center;">¿por qué siguen habitando</div><div style="text-align: center;">en él los colores?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5097902572440495398?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-4718588957076687132011-11-29T15:37:00.000+01:002011-11-29T15:37:41.493+01:00Si ma pensée touche<br />un paysage-<br />il disparaît<br /><br />(Anise Koltz) &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Si mi pensamiento roza</div><div style="text-align: left;">un paisaje</div><div style="text-align: left;">desaparece</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">(traducción de José M.G.Holguera)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A ver si me&nbsp;ayudáis. ¿Qué&nbsp;interpretáis&nbsp;en este poema? ¿Desaparece el pensamiento cuando roza un paisaje o es el paisaje el que desaparece cuando el pensamiento lo roza? Sospecho que el traductor lo ha dejado ambiguo a propósito. Si alguien sabe bastante francés tal vez me lo pueda aclarar.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-471858895707668713?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-71449504538076735212011-11-28T10:31:00.001+01:002011-11-28T10:45:13.215+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZzzWpQds4U/TsgpxOWYoBI/AAAAAAAAEuo/85tF2rjXyq8/s1600/DSC_0072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4a6912aGjg/TtNTiz5n_RI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/nIKtJqesdwI/s1600/reflejo+y+sombra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4a6912aGjg/TtNTiz5n_RI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/nIKtJqesdwI/s400/reflejo+y+sombra.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Como un destino turbio<br />como un reflejo<br /><br />abrazaría los vaivenes de luz<br />expuesto a ellos sin clemencia<br /><br />pero se ampara en los objetos<br />que emiten sombra quieta<br /><br />pues ¿qué podría pedir sin dar?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-7144950453807673521?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-91517062159710071572011-11-04T23:45:00.002+01:002011-11-05T15:06:59.849+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IRaxEC87-Lo/TrU-G5HrloI/AAAAAAAAEnE/zr-ls1FgwmA/s1600/DSC_0101_3185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IRaxEC87-Lo/TrU-G5HrloI/AAAAAAAAEnE/zr-ls1FgwmA/s400/DSC_0101_3185.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hay algo de sucio callejón en los huesos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">de olor pegajoso a cebolla en la piel.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">La vela de la tarta es un brazo espinoso</div><div style="text-align: center;">que nadie se atreve a soplar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-9151706215971007157?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-3100437111860254932011-10-24T09:22:00.001+02:002011-10-24T09:22:00.616+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ucCjIKf_ZVQ/ToToF3Kk39I/AAAAAAAAEZA/0JGpJY2XuYk/s1600/%25281576%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ucCjIKf_ZVQ/ToToF3Kk39I/AAAAAAAAEZA/0JGpJY2XuYk/s400/%25281576%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">una mirada en bucle<br />una madriguera<br />un tiempo<br />qué pocos gestos<br />qué pocas palabras<br />se necesitan para vivir<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-310043711186025493?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-46076348829892204462011-10-15T21:45:00.001+02:002011-10-15T21:47:30.118+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQrtg1LW3nA/TpnflDIgbFI/AAAAAAAAEcU/AsAvFIFw-Wc/s1600/15-O+%252852%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQrtg1LW3nA/TpnflDIgbFI/AAAAAAAAEcU/AsAvFIFw-Wc/s400/15-O+%252852%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EiJaviNI9Nw/TpnhLluLJBI/AAAAAAAAEc8/kpbPKO8PVEk/s1600/15-O+%25288%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EiJaviNI9Nw/TpnhLluLJBI/AAAAAAAAEc8/kpbPKO8PVEk/s400/15-O+%25288%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXySNxvK9-E/TpnhO03cTXI/AAAAAAAAEdE/PVXzcgOGIiI/s1600/15-O+%25289%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXySNxvK9-E/TpnhO03cTXI/AAAAAAAAEdE/PVXzcgOGIiI/s400/15-O+%25289%2529.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoIT4ihaq-0/TpnfxoXfs9I/AAAAAAAAEck/SwxahLFPBFE/s1600/15-O+%252831%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoIT4ihaq-0/TpnfxoXfs9I/AAAAAAAAEck/SwxahLFPBFE/s400/15-O+%252831%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gorJgkL1fBE/Tpnf3mcMFrI/AAAAAAAAEcs/5qA54-kY1-g/s1600/15-O+%252823%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gorJgkL1fBE/Tpnf3mcMFrI/AAAAAAAAEcs/5qA54-kY1-g/s400/15-O+%252823%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qkwBWMoff64/TpnhWWMnT7I/AAAAAAAAEdU/YQjh5P00h5I/s1600/15-O+%252844%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qkwBWMoff64/TpnhWWMnT7I/AAAAAAAAEdU/YQjh5P00h5I/s400/15-O+%252844%2529.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCXXY52Kg-w/TpnjMR2iUUI/AAAAAAAAEdc/wY_uBW8zpi4/s1600/15-O+%252813%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCXXY52Kg-w/TpnjMR2iUUI/AAAAAAAAEdc/wY_uBW8zpi4/s400/15-O+%252813%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UymadTnEXkM/TpnhS4PEFUI/AAAAAAAAEdM/PKqz43m1VxY/s1600/15-O+%252829%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UymadTnEXkM/TpnhS4PEFUI/AAAAAAAAEdM/PKqz43m1VxY/s400/15-O+%252829%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMYbNHm_OYs/Tpnf8ZfaOEI/AAAAAAAAEc0/JVwaov_PDFU/s1600/15-O+%252847%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMYbNHm_OYs/Tpnf8ZfaOEI/AAAAAAAAEc0/JVwaov_PDFU/s400/15-O+%252847%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGeQD-r3vH0/TpnfgUHUC1I/AAAAAAAAEcM/66FKd5pMhsQ/s1600/15-O+%252819%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGeQD-r3vH0/TpnfgUHUC1I/AAAAAAAAEcM/66FKd5pMhsQ/s400/15-O+%252819%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-4607634882989220446?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-33577025920833588972011-09-29T16:27:00.007+02:002011-09-29T16:29:39.135+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nE2ZjhwA-I/ToR-qncQ0dI/AAAAAAAAEY8/2ZgvgFRzb9U/s1600/serp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nE2ZjhwA-I/ToR-qncQ0dI/AAAAAAAAEY8/2ZgvgFRzb9U/s400/serp.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">no es la noche</div><div style="text-align: center;">velada y suave</div><div style="text-align: center;">como un sudario</div><div style="text-align: center;">lo que teme</div><div style="text-align: center;">sino la tarde</div><div style="text-align: center;">yerma y densa</div><div style="text-align: center;">como una losa</div><br /><br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3357702592083358897?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-5788608934614416092011-09-22T22:06:00.001+02:002011-09-23T00:38:18.631+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYYITWzD8XQ/TnuTLHnH_FI/AAAAAAAAEYE/l6fhAg3bMqs/s1600/ciclamen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYYITWzD8XQ/TnuTLHnH_FI/AAAAAAAAEYE/l6fhAg3bMqs/s400/ciclamen.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Flor de ciclamen<br />anidando el recuerdo.<br />Llega la niebla.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-578860893461441609?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-50165710726289493912011-09-17T14:34:00.000+02:002011-09-17T14:34:40.218+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZFoUXkI51c/TnSTT5Gw6HI/AAAAAAAAENs/_OsBM69TPBQ/s1600/telara%25C3%25B1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZFoUXkI51c/TnSTT5Gw6HI/AAAAAAAAENs/_OsBM69TPBQ/s400/telara%25C3%25B1a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ayer&nbsp;hice&nbsp;el equipaje<br />que no me he de llevar<br />pero que morirá conmigo<br /><br />dos cajas dos grietas<br />que esconden sueños<br />cumplidos&nbsp;y sin cumplir<br /><br />entrañas de una vida<br />pequeña <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>llena</b> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">&nbsp;vacía )</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">inconmensurable</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5016571072628949391?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-85023949949105970352011-09-16T09:33:00.000+02:002011-09-16T09:33:21.038+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnsWh0tegwM/TnLyFsXJcgI/AAAAAAAAEMo/klHj2TiKTNQ/s1600/collar1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnsWh0tegwM/TnLyFsXJcgI/AAAAAAAAEMo/klHj2TiKTNQ/s400/collar1a.jpg" width="287" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">En otra dimensión y otro sueño</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">su pobre voluntad de resistir</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">se orinó en el colchón.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">La dignidad tropezó con la humanidad.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Un día tres voces extrañas</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">le hablaron al unísono de muerte</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">resurrección y vida.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Llovió dentro de sí durante una década.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Y llegó una noche febrera.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Sobre la blanca sábana estéril</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">un cuerpo joven y enfermo</div><div style="text-align: left;">le heló el corazón y se engarzó a su cuello.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-8502394994910597035?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-54838498206419044232011-09-01T16:22:00.009+02:002011-09-16T17:55:30.882+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JjvvUXZDAF0/Tl-Ug72iHSI/AAAAAAAAELw/M3iwNBtrt8g/s1600/pompa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JjvvUXZDAF0/Tl-Ug72iHSI/AAAAAAAAELw/M3iwNBtrt8g/s400/pompa.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">un hueco</div><div style="text-align: center;">oscuro</div><div style="text-align: center;">donde olvidarse</div><div style="text-align: center;">de uno mismo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">del verano,</div><div style="text-align: center;">oscuro también,</div><div style="text-align: center;">y que se fundan</div><div style="text-align: center;">su olvido y su tiempo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><span id="goog_1294958139"></span><span id="goog_1294958140"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5483849820641904423?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-56318824642945185362011-08-28T00:52:00.001+02:002011-08-28T00:54:16.634+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fLllzqIkUw/Tlk_Mguh4hI/AAAAAAAAEK4/lKDVbUs-G-M/s1600/pompas+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fLllzqIkUw/Tlk_Mguh4hI/AAAAAAAAEK4/lKDVbUs-G-M/s400/pompas+030.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUUN7jEYBeo/TllARoqUgVI/AAAAAAAAEK8/kt1aGFGbUdk/s1600/pompa7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUUN7jEYBeo/TllARoqUgVI/AAAAAAAAEK8/kt1aGFGbUdk/s400/pompa7.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6i9u7A_kYXY/Tll0WzRHcTI/AAAAAAAAELA/4-t3zDxP5Oc/s1600/pompa4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6i9u7A_kYXY/Tll0WzRHcTI/AAAAAAAAELA/4-t3zDxP5Oc/s400/pompa4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5631882464294518536?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-21822737248826630002011-08-27T15:28:00.000+02:002011-08-27T15:28:22.624+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2a2bqLapZQk/TljwjPTo-AI/AAAAAAAAEKc/XUucvT5Ti_k/s1600/foto+002a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2a2bqLapZQk/TljwjPTo-AI/AAAAAAAAEKc/XUucvT5Ti_k/s400/foto+002a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">gira la tierra</div><div style="text-align: right;">permanezco quieta</div><div style="text-align: right;">enterrando los pies</div><div style="text-align: right;">la brisa juega solo con mi pelo</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-2182273724882663000?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-42034059944793384652011-08-27T14:51:00.001+02:002011-09-16T14:56:08.989+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abC3uDfgG4g/TnNHSFYtdTI/AAAAAAAAEM8/VzHzC5NRolw/s1600/%25C3%25A1mbito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abC3uDfgG4g/TnNHSFYtdTI/AAAAAAAAEM8/VzHzC5NRolw/s400/%25C3%25A1mbito.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />ámbito de almas sedientas</div><div style="text-align: center;">que no pueden tocarse</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">agarramos demasiado fuerte<br />el cáliz&nbsp;de la necesidad</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-4203405994479338465?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-62252380371430294732011-08-26T22:42:00.001+02:002011-08-26T22:43:28.350+02:00me deshago<br />en la cama blanda de sudor<br /><br />busco la palabra<br />en el proceso de&nbsp;sobrevivir<br /><br />y no encuentro nada<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfdqRFgPYOo/TlgD3ZCBDtI/AAAAAAAAEKM/Et8RrQIGbCA/s1600/37+071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfdqRFgPYOo/TlgD3ZCBDtI/AAAAAAAAEKM/Et8RrQIGbCA/s400/37+071.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-6225238037143029473?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-86285578627407918412011-07-12T22:11:00.000+02:002011-07-12T22:11:20.659+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYUZHXH9e0U/ThycrCPEINI/AAAAAAAAEH0/wVHLvp6KqZI/s1600/37+027a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYUZHXH9e0U/ThycrCPEINI/AAAAAAAAEH0/wVHLvp6KqZI/s400/37+027a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Van cayendo gota a gota</div><div style="text-align: center;">los recuerdos del cielo.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bolas de fulgor que amenazan<br />con limpiar sombras y quejidos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Se descompone el cielo.<br />Cae a nuestros pies.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">¿Vamos a armarnos de valor</div><div style="text-align: center;">para habitar la tierra?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-8628557862740791841?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-67348175521674071422011-06-20T09:52:00.000+02:002011-06-20T09:52:27.991+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ouILMFmCJy4/Tf76FNHm62I/AAAAAAAAEFk/B_iuDrddAXM/s1600/19J+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ouILMFmCJy4/Tf76FNHm62I/AAAAAAAAEFk/B_iuDrddAXM/s400/19J+017.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEpxED24FDs/Tf76m4wgg5I/AAAAAAAAEFo/ZGAfWjONk8w/s1600/19J+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEpxED24FDs/Tf76m4wgg5I/AAAAAAAAEFo/ZGAfWjONk8w/s400/19J+025.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Lek01L8ecY/Tf779orWMbI/AAAAAAAAEFw/1b7HGkNRd-g/s1600/19J+035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Lek01L8ecY/Tf779orWMbI/AAAAAAAAEFw/1b7HGkNRd-g/s400/19J+035.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">El perro, la flauta, yo, y unas 100.000 personas más...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-6734817552167407142?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-77985496458908730302011-06-17T17:40:00.002+02:002011-10-25T12:34:49.395+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rt6mTnRJ104" width="480"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-7798549645890873030?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-9913746518796627042011-06-14T12:04:00.005+02:002011-06-14T12:06:06.695+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&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; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8l1gEAVKAY/TfcwPr8vEGI/AAAAAAAAEEs/caPFTYX-rVI/s1600/%2528961%2529a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8l1gEAVKAY/TfcwPr8vEGI/AAAAAAAAEEs/caPFTYX-rVI/s400/%2528961%2529a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>&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; <br />&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;Rayos y truenos<br />&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; sobre nuestras cabezas.<br />&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; Cojo tu mano.<br /><br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-991374651879662704?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-2897426216228380362011-06-01T08:05:00.000+02:002011-06-01T08:05:25.097+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hg_-K8Nt3R0/TeXSqz6O2RI/AAAAAAAAEAI/KSxZ8fCscdY/s1600/%25281073%2529bn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hg_-K8Nt3R0/TeXSqz6O2RI/AAAAAAAAEAI/KSxZ8fCscdY/s400/%25281073%2529bn.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mientras me miras</div><div style="text-align: center;">brota una flor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">y muere un niño.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-289742621622838036?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-79800371592541814962011-05-05T19:34:00.001+02:002011-05-05T19:37:59.816+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmWRcV97bs8/TcLbHL5vz0I/AAAAAAAADvQ/lF-DgbA6RQk/s1600/%25281631%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmWRcV97bs8/TcLbHL5vz0I/AAAAAAAADvQ/lF-DgbA6RQk/s400/%25281631%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Y yo sigo mirándome a la cara sin saber quién soy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tus ojos no me posicionan</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;Tus labios no se pronuncian</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lo&nbsp;desvelado aquieta el aire a nuestro alrededor</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-7980037159254181496?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-66127193981792910822011-04-22T09:00:00.002+02:002011-04-22T09:07:51.894+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQhgfkmyUXU/TbCK7q2UahI/AAAAAAAADok/M2RTb5pvEW0/s1600/896a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQhgfkmyUXU/TbCK7q2UahI/AAAAAAAADok/M2RTb5pvEW0/s400/896a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tengo, como los caballos,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;una zona ciega en mi visión.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No puedo mirarte de frente.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-6612719398179291082?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-56935117359472384152011-04-14T23:16:00.000+02:002011-04-14T23:16:41.086+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eq-uiR7-0_g/TadiAlC15eI/AAAAAAAADoE/iF2V78n2Kd8/s1600/sutileza+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eq-uiR7-0_g/TadiAlC15eI/AAAAAAAADoE/iF2V78n2Kd8/s400/sutileza+3.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">un pétalo dos pétalos tres pétalos</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">y el pétalo&nbsp;ya no es&nbsp;el pétalo </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">es&nbsp;algo raro</div><div style="text-align: center;">que tropieza&nbsp;en la mente</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">es tan fácil&nbsp;caer al otro lado</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l17Rid1u5bg/TadiEE80bLI/AAAAAAAADoI/rTHj_X5nULE/s1600/elotrolado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l17Rid1u5bg/TadiEE80bLI/AAAAAAAADoI/rTHj_X5nULE/s400/elotrolado.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5693511735947238415?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-81746157295826566572011-03-23T09:37:00.001+01:002011-03-23T10:46:58.405+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AfjpPJcO-OI/TYmqLt9afiI/AAAAAAAADb0/d4Ay_o8HVpU/s1600/523a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AfjpPJcO-OI/TYmqLt9afiI/AAAAAAAADb0/d4Ay_o8HVpU/s400/523a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">El&nbsp;mundo se ha hecho pequeño</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">a medida que crecías.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Los vientos cruzados</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">se han cobrado su herencia.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Los&nbsp;azules previstos</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">no se parecen a nada.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ven, siéntate a mi lado.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hablemos de filosofía.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-8174615729582656657?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-14654665907373160282011-03-16T15:17:00.007+01:002011-04-01T21:01:19.070+02:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OeRjFahNHUI/TYCJBYSzguI/AAAAAAAADao/XHjg_L_JgUc/s1600/129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OeRjFahNHUI/TYCJBYSzguI/AAAAAAAADao/XHjg_L_JgUc/s400/129.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">en el recodo del camino<br />desapareces<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">dejas un&nbsp;manto blanco extendido</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">más allá&nbsp;de tu sombra</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">buscando un misterio que empieza</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">tras&nbsp;tu mirada</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">yo que me quedo</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">¿dónde voy a encontrarte?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-1465466590737316028?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-68059903328249196052011-03-15T21:52:00.001+01:002011-05-04T20:27:06.667+02:00A&nbsp;Obama la energía nuclear le parece limpia y segura, ¿qué&nbsp;le parecería si le colocáramos una de éstas en su bonito patio?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Etl3_qXnyjA/TX_P2KO-C1I/AAAAAAAADaM/Ee0xHjgZ8EE/s1600/casa+blanca+nuclear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Etl3_qXnyjA/TX_P2KO-C1I/AAAAAAAADaM/Ee0xHjgZ8EE/s400/casa+blanca+nuclear.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-6805990332824919605?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-38139389872273455922011-03-03T09:48:00.002+01:002011-06-01T08:47:01.707+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GQRMhT-fz-g/TW9IAPA50DI/AAAAAAAADZo/bC3MC7uxT3Y/s1600/378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GQRMhT-fz-g/TW9IAPA50DI/AAAAAAAADZo/bC3MC7uxT3Y/s400/378.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div align="center">&nbsp;¿Y ahora qué?</div><div align="center">preguntas.</div><div align="center">Cierra los ojos</div><div align="center">ensimísmate</div><div align="center">en el oscuro abismo </div><div align="center">donde corre un río</div><div align="center">de caudal rojo</div><div align="center">que borbotea</div><div align="center">pronunciándose<br />incesante</div><div align="center">sobre la vida<br />esa que ahora<br />se te escapa<br />que no vives<br />que te olvida<br />pero que vive por ti<br />acaudalada y generosa en tu hondura.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3813938987227345592?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-27712137333761806172011-02-03T21:49:00.002+01:002011-05-22T13:39:45.054+02:00<div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TUsK1c6W-oI/AAAAAAAADWc/UPD-GlLwNg0/s1600/163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TUsK1c6W-oI/AAAAAAAADWc/UPD-GlLwNg0/s400/163.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">el último tequila rompió el coche</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">el último sexo fue a oscuras y de pie</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">hay otros últimos pero no los recordamos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">volvemos a esos dos porque ellos guiaron</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">nuestro espíritu transgresor</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ahora ya no queda nada</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">en la barra del local el cenicero</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">se ha llenado de cacahuetes</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">y la máxima aventura de la noche</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">es salir a pelo a la calle a fumar</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">y nos sentimos cansadas</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">mientras nos preguntamos </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">una a otra qué hacer</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">qué luz encender</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">qué beber para no beber</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-2771213733376180617?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-90879480448743821532011-01-14T09:43:00.002+01:002011-10-25T12:30:47.529+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Mis&nbsp;quince años inauguraron una década que no me apetece recordar. En esos tiempos bajaba a los infiernos con tanta facilidad como si fuera la "hereva" del mismo Lucifer, en vez de serlo de una familia burguesa catalana.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me sentía&nbsp;perdida en el mundo real,&nbsp;con una marcada tendencia a cuestionarlo, abandonarlo e indagar en sus grietas,&nbsp;alternativamente.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2Niett7sg6I" width="480"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;">Abandoné estudios, trabajé,&nbsp;trabajé y estudié. A los 25 me socorrió mi familia, que siempre había estado allí y no supe apreciar hasta entonces. Conseguí cierta estabilidad emocional interna y&nbsp;pude desenvolverme relativamente bien en el mundo. Veinte años después, sin embargo, sigo confundida, y perdura en mi día a día un incierto sentimiento de pérdida.</div></div><br />(Entre miles de canciones,&nbsp;Epitaph de King Crimson&nbsp;abarca, como un símbolo, esa década prodigiosa)<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TTAJhWOC49I/AAAAAAAADQU/Tox6i9Caiq0/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TTAJhWOC49I/AAAAAAAADQU/Tox6i9Caiq0/s320/15.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-9087948044874382153?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-50806904864714979162011-01-09T18:00:00.003+01:002011-01-09T18:30:59.297+01:00Un poco de música antes, y ahora un poco de lectura...<br />Estos son los libros que me han acompañado&nbsp;las noches del 2010.&nbsp;Me apetecía poner la lista porque he sido metódica apuntando toodo el año para luego qué? quedarme mirando la lista? pues no, la cuelgo y quién tenga a bien puede comentar sobre alguno.<br /><br />Al-Hakim, Tawfiq : Diario de un fiscal rural<br />Atwood, Margaret :&nbsp;El año del diluvio<br />Baxter, Charles :&nbsp;Saul y Patsy<br />Beauvoir, Simone de :&nbsp;La mujer rota<br />Beckett, Bernard :&nbsp;Génesis<br />Bowles, Jane :&nbsp;Dos damas muy serias. Placeres sencillos.<br />Bulgakov, Mijail : Corazón de perro<br />Calvino, Italo :&nbsp;Marcovaldo<br />Calvino, Italo :&nbsp;El caballero inexistente<br />Calvino, Italo :&nbsp;El vizconde demediado<br />Camus, Albert : El primer hombre<br />Carter, Forrest :&nbsp;Montañas como islas&nbsp; <br />Cave, Nick :&nbsp;La mort d´en Bunny Munro<br />Ceronetti, Guido :&nbsp;El silencio del cuerpo<br />Chatwin, Bruce :&nbsp;Utz<br />Cronin, Justin :&nbsp;El pasaje<br />Dagerman, Stig :&nbsp;Otoño alemán<br />Davies, Robertson :&nbsp;Angeles rebeldes<br />Dennis, Patrick :&nbsp;La tieta Mame<br />Desai, Kiran :&nbsp;Alboroto en el guayabal<br />Detambel, Régine :&nbsp;El curso naranja<br />Durrell, Gerald :&nbsp;Mi familia y otros animales<br />Durrell, Gerald : Bichos y demás parientes<br />Durrell, Gerald :&nbsp;El jardin de los dioses<br />Espinosa, Miguel : Asklepios<br />Fitzgerald, Penélope :&nbsp;La librería<br />Fredriksson, Marianne :&nbsp;Aves migratorias<br />García Sánchez, Javier :&nbsp;Los otros<br />Gibbons, Stella :&nbsp;La hija de Robert Poste<br />Ginzburg, Natalia :&nbsp;Familias<br />Ginzburg, Natalia :&nbsp;Las pequeñas virtudes<br />Ginzburg, Natalia :&nbsp;Querido Miguel<br />Ginzburg, Natalia :&nbsp;Las palabras de la noche<br />Goethe :&nbsp;Les afinitats electives<br />Gosh, Amitav :&nbsp;El cromosoma Calcuta<br />Haushofer, Marlen :&nbsp;El muro<br />Haushofer, Marlen :&nbsp;Nosotros matamos a Stella/El quinto año<br />Haushofer, Marlen :&nbsp;La puerta secreta<br />Hyvernaud, Georges :&nbsp;La pell i el ossos<br />Janer Manila, Gabriel :&nbsp;He jugado con lobos<br />Kingsolver, Barbara :&nbsp;Arbres de mongetes<br />Kristof, Agota :&nbsp;L´analfabeta<br />Kureishi, Hanif :&nbsp;Algo que contarte<br />Lernet-Holenia, Alexander :&nbsp;El barón Bagge<br />Li, Chi : Triste vida<br />Maillard, Chantal :&nbsp;Filosofía en los días críticos<br />Mairal, Pedro :&nbsp;El año del desierto<br />Mankell, Henning :&nbsp;Zapatos italianos<br />McGrath, Patrick :&nbsp;Follia<br />Monteagudo, David :&nbsp;Fin<br />Monzó,Quim :&nbsp;Esplendor i glòria de la Internacional Papanates<br />Mosley, Nicholas :&nbsp;Accidente<br />Nothomb, Amélie :&nbsp;Ordeno y mando<br />Pirandello, Luigi :&nbsp;Uno, ninguno y cien mil<br />Pohl, Frederik :&nbsp;Homo Plus<br />Pomet, Antonio :&nbsp;Devoradores<br />Power, Susan :&nbsp;Vísteme de hierba<br />Präkel, David :&nbsp;Iluminación<br />Rilke, Rainer Maria :&nbsp;Serpientes de plata y otros cuentos<br />Ritsos, Yanis :&nbsp;Fedra<br />Roth, Joseph :&nbsp;La rebel.lió<br />Schwob, Marcel :&nbsp;Corazón doble<br />Sillitoe, Allan :&nbsp;Fuera del torbellino<br />Spark, Muriel :&nbsp;Las señoritas de escasos medios<br />Taylor, Benjamin :&nbsp;El libro de la venganza<br />Tepper, Sheri S. : La puerta al pais de las mujeres<br />Uhlman, Fred :&nbsp;Reencuentro<br />Vann, David :&nbsp;Sukkwan Island<br />Vargas, Fred :&nbsp;Un lugar incierto&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />Vonnegut, Kurt :&nbsp;Matadero cinco <br />Yalom, Irvin D. :&nbsp;El día que Nietzsche lloró<br />Yalom, Irvin D. : La cura Schopenhauer<br />Zweig, Stefan :&nbsp;24 horas en la vida de una mujer<br />Zweig, Stefan&nbsp; : ¿Fué él?<br /><br /><u>Poesia </u><br />Cernuda, Luis :&nbsp;La realidad y el deseo<br />Goethe :&nbsp;47 poemas<br />Holan, Vladimir :&nbsp;Una noche con Hamlet y otros poemas<br />Leary, Timothy :&nbsp;Devocionario psicodélico<br />Maillard, Chantal :&nbsp;Hainuwele y otros poemas<br />Maillard, Chantal :&nbsp;Hilos<br />Morrison, Jim :&nbsp;Una plegaria americana y otros poemas<br />Pérez Estrada, Rafael :&nbsp;Crónica de la lluvia<br />Suárez, José Manuel :&nbsp;Oigo unos ojos<br />Szymborska, Wislawa :&nbsp;Vista amb un gra de sorra<br />Tranströmer, Tomas : El cielo a medio hacer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5080690486471497916?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-57548320527646740402011-01-08T14:28:00.000+01:002011-01-08T14:28:44.721+01:00Mis primeros recuerdos musicales se los robé a mis padres. Suyos eran los vinilos y cassettes con los que me introduje en la música. Aún los guardo, junto con la enorme colección de vinilo que más tarde me costeé. <br />Los siguientes vídeos son sólo algunos ejemplos de ese primer contacto, hay algunos que no he encontrado en you tube, por ejemplo Salomé y su "L´emigrant", que siempre me hacía llorar...<br />Tres artistas, sin embargo, han quedado en el altar de mi memoria: Tom Jones,&nbsp;Elvis Presley (del&nbsp;que me pedí la colección completa en mis décimos Reyes) y&nbsp;Ella Fitzgerald, que prendió la llama del blues en mí.<br /><br /><br />&nbsp;<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/STKkWj2WpWM?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/STKkWj2WpWM?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_c79PfQMe4?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_c79PfQMe4?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5c7a3Ywyuo?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5c7a3Ywyuo?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5754832052764674040?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-76723908586227874192010-12-27T13:04:00.000+01:002010-12-27T13:04:40.173+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TRh3gGCa0pI/AAAAAAAADOs/NKUIsP2vrrk/s1600/DSC_0055_3816-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TRh3gGCa0pI/AAAAAAAADOs/NKUIsP2vrrk/s400/DSC_0055_3816-1.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">suenan&nbsp;tintineos </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">los oigo en la penumbra</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">se entremezclan con&nbsp;el sueño</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">resbalan por el cuerpo sin magia</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">mueren&nbsp;en los pliegues de la manta</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">de repente sé que todo acabó hace tiempo</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-7672390858622787419?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-20102829860641410392010-12-11T15:28:00.000+01:002010-12-11T15:28:21.616+01:00Por si alguien no lo sabe, hay una pestañita en Configuración muy tentadora que pone Eliminar blog. Como soy muy curiosa y dada a los extremos, el otro día en un arrebato eliminé mis tres blogs. Pero, oh sorpresa, resulta que Blogger debe estar hasta las narices con tanto impulsivo que corre por ahí y en un alarde de previsión ante lloricas bloggers arrepentidos puso una opción en la que el blog eliminado puede recuperarse en un plazo de hasta tres meses! Bueno, yo tardé un día y medio, ejem, pero es bueno saberlo.<br />Continuamos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-2010282986064141039?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-17023264883287396882010-12-10T19:21:00.003+01:002010-12-10T20:09:15.842+01:00(perdón, estaba en el baño...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-1702326488328739688?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-21731381131040093832010-12-07T12:50:00.000+01:002010-12-07T12:50:24.650+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TP4TszCk4RI/AAAAAAAADNQ/nzS4v0et2kM/s1600/DSC_0100_1792a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TP4TszCk4RI/AAAAAAAADNQ/nzS4v0et2kM/s400/DSC_0100_1792a.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Teme&nbsp;habitarte<br />la luz del sol que cae.<br />Eres la sombra.<br /><br />&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-2173138113104009383?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-24910605155398481232010-12-01T08:30:00.007+01:002011-06-01T08:47:54.886+02:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TUqx85xFfdI/AAAAAAAADWE/Zt12Lq3b8kU/s1600/DSC_0030_3598-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TUqx85xFfdI/AAAAAAAADWE/Zt12Lq3b8kU/s400/DSC_0030_3598-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">jugaría a escribir</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">enlazar palabras que expresen algo </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">no ese algo dedentro</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">sino cualquier algo defuera...</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">jugaría&nbsp;a vivir </div>animar actos para que fueran vida<br />no esa vida dedentro<br />sino cualquier vida defuera...<br /><br />pero&nbsp;dentro hay algo</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">en lo más hondo</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">innombrable</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">que se mueve</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">interminable mente</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">desvelando a su paso</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">las mentiras </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">...</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">y los brazos&nbsp;cuelgan al lado</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">como&nbsp;los mechones sin brillo</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">y las manchas no se despegan</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">de&nbsp;los viejos pulmones</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">y hay manchas en la ropa</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">y en los dedos amarillentos</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">y más manchas aún </div>en la visión de sus ojos<br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">y algo oscuro</div>que mancha y ocupa<br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">el lugar del corazón</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-2491060515539848123?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-17554523290918180952010-11-28T13:35:00.002+01:002010-11-28T13:38:24.743+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"></span><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">Lo&nbsp;que más le dolió vender&nbsp; fueron los libros,&nbsp; tal vez&nbsp; intuyéndolo decidió empezar por ellos. Una vuelta por el mercadillo de segunda mano le proporcionó un montón de tarjetas con números telefónicos de compra-venta. Tardaron una semana en vaciar su casa de papel impreso. Se impuso&nbsp;actuar sin piedad y no ceder a sentimentalismos guardándose algún libro, pero en el último momento&nbsp;apartó uno, delgado,&nbsp;&nbsp;la traducción que más le gustaba del Tao Te Ching.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">Seguidamente le tocó el turno a&nbsp;la música,&nbsp;a su antigua colección&nbsp;de discos de vinilo, y&nbsp;a los&nbsp;cedés.&nbsp;Su corazón, por entonces, estaba tan encogido que&nbsp;sólo sintió una leve opresión más.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">Después de eso, sacarse de encima los objetos decorativos y cotidianos fue un alivio. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">Con la ropa no tuvo ningún miramiento. Se quedó con lo básico e imprescindible. Todo habría de caber en una maleta.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">La luz del alba&nbsp;reflejó las ausencias en los muebles vacíos. Atravesó el piso a zancadas cerrando persianas y llaves de paso. Cogió la maleta y&nbsp;la pequeña mochila&nbsp;y salió de su casa cerrando con llave. Al dejar ésta en el buzón, donde la recogería más tarde su administrador, sintió un impulso y metió también el libro del tao.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">El aire frío de la mañana le golpeó el rostro. Lo aspiró hasta lo más hondo y echó a andar hacia la estación. Pensó que estaría bien encontrar en el tren un asiento al lado de la ventana. </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-1755452329091818095?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-33698087695459476332010-11-22T20:15:00.007+01:002011-06-04T08:02:20.294+02:00<span id="goog_1326580368"></span><span id="goog_1326580369"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TOYwGFTsSfI/AAAAAAAADI8/b7yNfjqvcrs/s1600/DSC_0112_1958-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TOYwGFTsSfI/AAAAAAAADI8/b7yNfjqvcrs/s400/DSC_0112_1958-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">" Tus bellas promesas fueron</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp; Como el rocío que da</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp; Vida a una planta agostada,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp; Pero ahora ya casi ha</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp; Pasado el otoño de otro año."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;Fujiwara No Mototoshi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3369808769545947633?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-56865317640689211482010-11-03T09:09:00.002+01:002011-06-04T08:02:04.087+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TM71OBENAwI/AAAAAAAADDc/yRWJMRHNW64/s1600/Galicia_en_femenino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TM71OBENAwI/AAAAAAAADDc/yRWJMRHNW64/s400/Galicia_en_femenino.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Naciste mujer.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Contigo nació un ser</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">que no se rinde.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Fotografía sacada de la agenda anual editada por el Concello de Vigo)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5686531764068921148?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-84247118435963231542010-10-22T08:20:00.003+02:002011-06-04T08:01:49.289+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TMErSzjr-kI/AAAAAAAADB0/iCstMCkMG2s/s1600/espejodepreposiciones2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TMErSzjr-kI/AAAAAAAADB0/iCstMCkMG2s/s400/espejodepreposiciones2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">muerte a muerte</div><div style="text-align: center;">vanidad ante vanidad</div><div style="text-align: center;">día bajo día</div><div style="text-align: center;">mirada con mirada</div><div style="text-align: center;">orgullo contra orgullo</div><div style="text-align: center;">deseo de deseo</div><div style="text-align: center;">silencio desde silencio</div><div style="text-align: center;">ausencia durante ausencia</div><div style="text-align: center;">vacío en vacío</div><div style="text-align: center;">sueño entre sueño</div><div style="text-align: center;">corazón hacia corazón</div><div style="text-align: center;">pena hasta pena</div><div style="text-align: center;">amor&nbsp;mediante amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">mente para mente</div><div style="text-align: center;">promesa por promesa</div><div style="text-align: center;">cambio&nbsp;según cambio</div><div style="text-align: center;">ilusión sin ilusión</div><div style="text-align: center;">miedo sobre miedo</div><div style="text-align: center;">vida tras vida</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-8424711843596323154?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-44741809015197236592010-10-14T11:10:00.002+02:002011-02-03T14:53:50.854+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TLbHHKE3qbI/AAAAAAAADAM/nGjY-j77gTI/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TLbHHKE3qbI/AAAAAAAADAM/nGjY-j77gTI/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>la sombra del día da de comer a la bestia<br />la sombra de la bestia se come el día<br />me como la sombra<br />me como la bestia<br />vomito el día<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-4474180901519723659?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-7411663926990858872010-09-25T16:56:00.007+02:002011-02-03T14:53:50.857+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TJ4LntjHXbI/AAAAAAAAC58/kq1ztovgkU0/s1600/bcn+bn.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TJ4LntjHXbI/AAAAAAAAC58/kq1ztovgkU0/s400/bcn+bn.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Crepitas</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">como madera seca </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">lamida por el fuego,</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">tus chispas</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">refulgen como cohetes</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">en la&nbsp;distancia,</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">te expandes</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">en&nbsp;mil sentidos</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">como una cálida noche,</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">y sin embargo</span><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-741166392699085887?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-41069500049008696262010-09-11T10:48:00.007+02:002010-09-11T12:54:12.072+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TItfwXrE2YI/AAAAAAAAC3I/lhOspvkYq-0/s1600/mundos+paralelos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515607453238352258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TItfwXrE2YI/AAAAAAAAC3I/lhOspvkYq-0/s400/mundos+paralelos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><div align="left">una senda de manos tendidas</div><div align="left">regalando niños resucitados</div>en su niñez<br />mis niños radiantes<br />que cargo ligera<br />en mis brazos de sueño<br /><br /><br />manos que son puños al despertar<br />albergando niños cristalizados<br />en mis errores<br />soy un presente preñado<br />ebrio y huérfano<br />de un sueño<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-4106950004900869626?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-50331618558555547072010-08-27T17:08:00.014+02:002010-08-27T18:36:41.440+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/THfnzOz1fVI/AAAAAAAACqw/tTMgdZcqRIY/s1600/roca+y+rio+1.jgp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510127536445947218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/THfnzOz1fVI/AAAAAAAACqw/tTMgdZcqRIY/s400/roca+y+rio+1.jgp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">Deseo dejar el cuerpo en una roca</div><div align="left">(deseo que esté a la orilla de un río)</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center">que un grillo se acomode en mi audición</div><div align="center">que los ratones se enreden en mi cabello</div><div align="center">que las hormigas tracen venas en mi piel</div><div align="center">que la araña teja un velo en mis pestañas</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">y eso</div><div align="right">que ahora gime</div><div align="right">engulle, se arrastra</div><div align="right">permanezca inmóvil</div><div align="right">sólo pelo, piel y huesos</div><div align="right">recubriendo una oquedad</div><div align="right">sobre una roca a la orilla de un río</div><br /><br /><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5033161855855554707?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-45452997025613228092010-08-23T19:47:00.014+02:002010-08-23T21:43:59.632+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/THLPCCMM6eI/AAAAAAAACnA/Vxb8ZZ81HkY/s1600/o.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508692928082274786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/THLPCCMM6eI/AAAAAAAACnA/Vxb8ZZ81HkY/s400/o.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Lo valioso en lo sutil</div><div align="center">el latido , el aliento</div><div align="center">la bruma que nace en los ojos</div><div align="center">acariciando montañas azules</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/THK04wG8lAI/AAAAAAAACm4/-Ft88qlRMJc/s1600/DSC_0197_715.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508664181307249666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/THK04wG8lAI/AAAAAAAACm4/-Ft88qlRMJc/s400/DSC_0197_715.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-4545299702561322809?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-59745515475976621082010-08-09T11:43:00.003+02:002010-08-09T11:50:36.652+02:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tu5hdz5rTr4&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1?rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tu5hdz5rTr4&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5974551547597662108?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-66394019833600697562010-07-30T10:35:00.010+02:002010-07-30T10:56:42.766+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TFKQ2ssPG0I/AAAAAAAACkc/akOcEWTDQLw/s1600/Ectoplasma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499617364356832066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TFKQ2ssPG0I/AAAAAAAACkc/akOcEWTDQLw/s400/Ectoplasma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">yo no soy sólo yo, soy también</div><div align="center">ese espacio vacío a mi alrededor</div><div align="center">más tenaz que mi sombra</div><div align="center">más sutil que mi aliento</div><div align="center">más fuerte que mi voluntad</div><br /><br />si lo niego se repliega<br />adhiriéndose a mis huesos<br />si lo afirmo se pavonea<br />usurpando todo mi mirar<br /><br />en ese espacio vacío<br />crece mi soledad<br />como una muralla<br />infranqueable<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-6639401983360069756?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-18990029362418845442010-07-26T09:30:00.003+02:002010-07-26T09:37:58.834+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TE0671a_DQI/AAAAAAAACj0/NCWIrV6-NNI/s1600/prenda.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498115519716199682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TE0671a_DQI/AAAAAAAACj0/NCWIrV6-NNI/s400/prenda.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-1899002936241884544?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-91347714770122421312010-07-04T02:33:00.011+02:002010-07-04T03:20:38.043+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TC_gBYYEWtI/AAAAAAAACh8/2s-MQ3wqWCw/s1600/centeno3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489852785115814610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TC_gBYYEWtI/AAAAAAAACh8/2s-MQ3wqWCw/s400/centeno3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><div align="center">Un destello irrumpió</div><div align="center">alcanzando mi pecho.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div>Los rayos fundieron con luz</div><div>los límites conocidos.</div><br /><div>Ansié desaparecer allí</div><div>donde por fin te encontraba.<br /></div><br /><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-9134771477012242131?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-45052784402811766532010-07-01T16:32:00.014+02:002010-07-01T17:13:09.505+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TCyqfE6WAlI/AAAAAAAAChs/R076nQLPZt0/s1600/estantes+vacios.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488949496728912466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TCyqfE6WAlI/AAAAAAAAChs/R076nQLPZt0/s400/estantes+vacios.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TCyqem4gVzI/AAAAAAAAChk/wgHCI7qPwQA/s1600/libros.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488949488668137266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TCyqem4gVzI/AAAAAAAAChk/wgHCI7qPwQA/s400/libros.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TCyqeBtc0BI/AAAAAAAAChc/dnTVEPPwnCM/s1600/objetos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488949478689656850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TCyqeBtc0BI/AAAAAAAAChc/dnTVEPPwnCM/s400/objetos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Sigo la íntima luz de la antorcha de <a href="http://laantorchadekraus.blogspot.com/2010/06/acompanamientos.html">Fackel </a><br />que prende en <a href="http://entrobriandnohaybesos.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_29.html">Bash</a> y <a href="http://pajarodechina.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-intimidad-de-los-objetos.html">Mariel</a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">aún teniendo reformas en casa</div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div><div><div></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-4505278440281176653?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-17417967361723691512010-06-22T17:00:00.000+02:002010-06-22T23:43:17.372+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TB-CI819d0I/AAAAAAAACbk/hevdy4Mbp1w/s1600/campo+centeno.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485245961443571522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TB-CI819d0I/AAAAAAAACbk/hevdy4Mbp1w/s400/campo+centeno.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />sin aferrarse<br /><br />las uñas roídas<br />los dientes caídos<br /><br />se desliza en agua<br />entre aguas<br />toda agua<br /><br /><br /><br />sin asirse<br /><br />mecida<br />acunada<br /><br />tan cubierta de lodo<br />tan reposada<br />en el fondo<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-1741796736172369151?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-89945092301638024452010-06-11T13:44:00.017+02:002012-01-18T18:16:46.383+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TBJQMjihbMI/AAAAAAAACX8/dm9Yabb_GVo/s1600/madre.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481531873092005058" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TBJQMjihbMI/AAAAAAAACX8/dm9Yabb_GVo/s400/madre.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 266px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dejó de ser madre en una hora oscura<br />en la que se cubrió de estrellas<br />y vagabundeó intocable hasta el alba.<br /><br />Ellos dormían; pero lo olieron<br />en el sudor agrio de su piel<br />cuando les besó de madrugada.<br /><br />Uno enfermó, para reclamar lo perdido.<br />Otro huyó, para no sentirse abandonado.<br /><br />La mujer besa el hueco que dejan<br />sus cabezas en la almohada, cada mañana.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-8994509230163802445?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-24079590073655628902010-06-05T09:53:00.007+02:002010-06-05T11:22:43.355+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TAoVXLCmvyI/AAAAAAAACWM/4jYQ4bPSa8E/s1600/DSC_0158.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479215384494522146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/TAoVXLCmvyI/AAAAAAAACWM/4jYQ4bPSa8E/s400/DSC_0158.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div align="center">Golpea<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Golpea </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Golpea</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-2407959007365562890?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-8942699619824112222010-05-27T18:42:00.006+02:002010-05-27T19:04:42.118+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S_6h6H2BEzI/AAAAAAAACPQ/NCLhXC-De2E/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475992216839197490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S_6h6H2BEzI/AAAAAAAACPQ/NCLhXC-De2E/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">no pudimos acceder a la rectitud</div><div align="center">nos desbordamos por los dedos</div><div align="center">intentando acariciarla</div><div align="center">nos supimos alejados</div><div align="center">(de alguna forma impedidos)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">el deseo nos hizo curvos</div><div align="center">nos retorció las entrañas</div><div align="center">obligándonos a mirar</div><div align="center">sin poder pertenecer</div><div align="center">(de alguna forma extraños)</div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-894269961982411222?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-1278868418055035262010-05-23T10:16:00.015+02:002010-05-23T11:23:53.539+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S_jvPS5aPyI/AAAAAAAACNQ/ITkd9henAxM/s1600/CSC_0074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474388393118547746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S_jvPS5aPyI/AAAAAAAACNQ/ITkd9henAxM/s400/CSC_0074.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">cuando murieron las grandes ilusiones</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">se corrompieron en un pliegue de mi ser</div><div align="center">enmoheciendo las válvulas del corazón</div><div align="center">rechinando en cada bombeo</div><div align="center">a cada aleteo </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">me repito que se puede sobrevivir así</div><div align="center">abrazando el gran vacío blanco</div><div align="center">detenida en tus facciones</div><div align="center">ahogada en tu azul</div><br /><div align="center"><br /> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S_jq9HddbOI/AAAAAAAACNA/jMHOy73HDvc/s1600/DSC_0053a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474383682764369122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S_jq9HddbOI/AAAAAAAACNA/jMHOy73HDvc/s400/DSC_0053a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-127886841805503526?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-30724031093908331022010-05-09T19:30:00.005+02:002010-05-09T22:26:46.308+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S-cZ7ktCXeI/AAAAAAAACBU/GyhTHW5dPys/s1600/DSC_0028a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469368783720308194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S-cZ7ktCXeI/AAAAAAAACBU/GyhTHW5dPys/s400/DSC_0028a.jpg" border="0" /></a> Miles de almas titilando</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">como puntos de luz en la oscuridad.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">El zumbido de sus ruegos </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">me hunde en la locura.</div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S-b7li-TsyI/AAAAAAAACBM/M5GVakL7KpQ/s1600/huida.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469335419949921058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S-b7li-TsyI/AAAAAAAACBM/M5GVakL7KpQ/s400/huida.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3072403109390833102?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-66566079163387531072010-05-04T09:00:00.000+02:002010-05-04T09:12:02.619+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S9wkOcdXl9I/AAAAAAAAB6I/OM147bHsKmg/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466283878297081810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S9wkOcdXl9I/AAAAAAAAB6I/OM147bHsKmg/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S9wkNoZfgTI/AAAAAAAAB6A/m6ffM094pJA/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S9wjRigvZQI/AAAAAAAAB54/ZNTn9Nqq6v8/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S9wjRKfHL-I/AAAAAAAAB5w/Dfh2IzHczPg/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>A los que nos perdemos en las junturas</div><div>de las baldosas rotas de la vida</div><div>se nos llama disociados.</div><div>A los que viven bailando su vida</div><div>como un chotis en una sola baldosa</div><div>cómo se les llama?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>(Foto: detalle del Parc Güell)</em></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-6656607916338753107?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-83748786642248946492010-04-29T22:49:00.004+02:002011-11-19T11:46:52.027+01:00<div><embed align="middle" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2449958197323195079&amp;site=widget-c7.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-c7.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 320px; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSbjM0pIHI4/TseC6QdJyxI/AAAAAAAAEt4/wCazfuqejTw/s1600/Collage+Abril.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSbjM0pIHI4/TseC6QdJyxI/AAAAAAAAEt4/wCazfuqejTw/s400/Collage+Abril.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-8141220090718255403?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-91474027552993557572010-04-25T18:40:00.023+02:002010-04-25T18:58:02.176+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S9R0a3DF2EI/AAAAAAAAB4A/1aMoy0VB7oc/s1600/tela+ara%C3%B1a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464120252709591106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S9R0a3DF2EI/AAAAAAAAB4A/1aMoy0VB7oc/s400/tela+ara%C3%B1a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Amaneció</div><br /><div align="center">y la luz no llega a iluminar</div><div align="center">la oscuridad que dejó la noche</div><div align="center">y que llevo arrastrando todo el día<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-9147402755299355757?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-51262538699606111962010-04-23T20:55:00.017+02:002010-04-23T21:15:59.901+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S9HtgfdBAwI/AAAAAAAAB3g/cCnbI1Vunh8/s1600/DSC_0134a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463408965431919362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S9HtgfdBAwI/AAAAAAAAB3g/cCnbI1Vunh8/s400/DSC_0134a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">¿Reconoces ese silencio</div><div align="left">donde todo se niega y se espera,</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">donde indefenso te agarras</div><div align="left">a tu yo más cercano? </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Déjate ir. Suéltate. </div><div align="left"> <br />Amanece. </div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S9Htf-fVnaI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/ljiR5ct9PU4/s1600/DSC_0064b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463408956583288226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S9Htf-fVnaI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/ljiR5ct9PU4/s400/DSC_0064b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5126253869960611196?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-35198377117656954792010-04-14T17:23:00.014+02:002010-04-23T21:17:14.762+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S8XfM8zORgI/AAAAAAAABw4/P0_8uQd4O9E/s1600/DSC_0035a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460015536828990978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S8XfM8zORgI/AAAAAAAABw4/P0_8uQd4O9E/s400/DSC_0035a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Siempre atajando</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S8XexZY9cII/AAAAAAAABww/qzLgjkb5SaU/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460015063467126914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S8XexZY9cII/AAAAAAAABww/qzLgjkb5SaU/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />para no llegar nunca.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3519837711765695479?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-70389160265490963892010-04-12T20:30:00.002+02:002010-04-12T20:42:29.415+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S8Mt7JqR-3I/AAAAAAAABuA/WMxm4LXhFAg/s1600/DSC_0052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459257667531963250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S8Mt7JqR-3I/AAAAAAAABuA/WMxm4LXhFAg/s400/DSC_0052.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>En zag la precisión </div><div>la elaboración grave</div><div>el conjunto inerte</div><div>el tono arcaico en la voz</div><div>la concordancia gestual.</div><div>En zig el desasosiego</div><div>el temblor que tropieza</div><div>el embrujo que cautiva</div><div>el cuerpo tierno</div><div>la sangre cobarde.</div><div>Como el pájaro en su jaula de cielo</div><div>así el prisionero de su carácter.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-7038916026549096389?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-86448242844535568052010-04-07T19:00:00.001+02:002010-04-07T20:08:03.684+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S7yyQaksJNI/AAAAAAAABrw/R0G0VDe12DU/s1600/n+055a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457432843547059410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S7yyQaksJNI/AAAAAAAABrw/R0G0VDe12DU/s400/n+055a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Pugnas</div><div>por prender color</div><div>donde no hay.<br /></div><div>Tintas</div><div>y te quedas</div><div>a esperar.</div><br /><div></div><div>La vida</div><div>admirará el disfraz</div><div>pero sabrá como decirte</div><div>que perdiste el juego</div><div>aún antes de empezar.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-8644824284453556805?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-88415541520596991262010-04-06T22:23:00.011+02:002010-08-23T17:47:06.891+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S7uY9zJjPoI/AAAAAAAABro/PdeKepyBHEI/s1600/Imagen+004e.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457123560959196802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S7uY9zJjPoI/AAAAAAAABro/PdeKepyBHEI/s400/Imagen+004e.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>ofrecedme</div><br /><div>un trozo de cielo</div><div>para respirar</div><div>y un pedazo de tierra</div><div>para sentarme</div><br /><div></div><div>a cambio prometo </div><div>entregar mi alma</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-8841554152059699126?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-36020839063803822032010-04-03T15:40:00.024+02:002011-09-17T11:50:46.254+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNIIiOo3bmQ/TnRtGYPb4GI/AAAAAAAAENY/AKTFWDkATn0/s1600/no+s%25C3%25A9+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNIIiOo3bmQ/TnRtGYPb4GI/AAAAAAAAENY/AKTFWDkATn0/s400/no+s%25C3%25A9+4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><div align="center"><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">no sé cómo continuar</div></div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3602083906380382203?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-27222239196201633952010-04-01T23:48:00.007+02:002011-11-19T12:34:00.301+01:00<div><embed align="middle" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2449958197321980923&amp;site=widget-fb.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-fb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 320px; 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margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8MslKOSgzL0/TseS5eGUzxI/AAAAAAAAEug/XIWnS8QNCjk/s400/collage4.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-2722223919620163395?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-17760182099399548102010-03-14T12:07:00.008+01:002010-03-14T12:35:14.965+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5zIWJhGXfI/AAAAAAAABho/OxVdq9LS9BI/s1600-h/DSC_0012A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448449932048883186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5zIWJhGXfI/AAAAAAAABho/OxVdq9LS9BI/s400/DSC_0012A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5zGYxT4M6I/AAAAAAAABhg/531PNRPqAn8/s1600-h/DSC_0012.jpg"></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div> </div><div></div><br /><div align="center">Silencio</div><div align="center">la gente habla habla habla </div><div align="center">Refugio</div><div align="center">los huesos aguantan aguantan</div><div align="center">Ausencia</div><div align="center">el alma vuela</div><br /><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-1776018209939954810?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-47955917692861341092010-03-08T20:30:00.001+01:002010-03-08T21:04:13.320+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5VYCtF9t8I/AAAAAAAABfs/M3qwOqI0f3s/s1600-h/DSC_0125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446356127862077378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5VYCtF9t8I/AAAAAAAABfs/M3qwOqI0f3s/s400/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5VYCBZe6gI/AAAAAAAABfk/2JEneC5vFf0/s1600-h/pero+esto+qu%C3%A9+es.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446356116132784642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5VYCBZe6gI/AAAAAAAABfk/2JEneC5vFf0/s400/pero+esto+qu%C3%A9+es.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5VYBXuHgHI/AAAAAAAABfc/dRJVSmSzALI/s1600-h/DSC_0124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446356104945041522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5VYBXuHgHI/AAAAAAAABfc/dRJVSmSzALI/s400/DSC_0124.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-4795591769286134109?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-47739625707002731972010-03-07T18:30:00.010+01:002010-03-07T20:19:47.887+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5P3EFu7clI/AAAAAAAABdw/HLRSFwErliU/s1600-h/la+sombra+del+caracol+urbano.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445968024051610194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5P3EFu7clI/AAAAAAAABdw/HLRSFwErliU/s400/la+sombra+del+caracol+urbano.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div>Un día muere un amigo.<br />Otro día muere un amor.<br />La vida ya no te reconoce.<br />Nace la tolerancia a vivir.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-4773962570700273197?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-26828444561799667422010-03-05T09:07:00.022+01:002010-03-07T20:20:47.822+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5C7_ebEilI/AAAAAAAABdo/dd53ok3MeSw/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445058648663689810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S5C7_ebEilI/AAAAAAAABdo/dd53ok3MeSw/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br />Tu recuerdo<br />es ya un ungüento frío.<br /><br />Aboco el cuerpo<br />a la marea insustancial<br />del olvido.<br /><br /><br />Descansaré de cara al cielo.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-2682844456179966742?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-87817404462397214062010-03-04T17:21:00.008+01:002011-12-04T01:00:23.263+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4_iuGGmvhI/AAAAAAAABdg/haKogdETiw0/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444819756054396434" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4_iuGGmvhI/AAAAAAAABdg/haKogdETiw0/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 266px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4_hPCGB4XI/AAAAAAAABdY/6keOZG3DtVM/s1600-h/DSC_0076.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444818122890666354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4_hPCGB4XI/AAAAAAAABdY/6keOZG3DtVM/s400/DSC_0076.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 266px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4_gMzHa2nI/AAAAAAAABdQ/oLB_MrLXshY/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444816984998599282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4_gMzHa2nI/AAAAAAAABdQ/oLB_MrLXshY/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 302px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4_fq1xc2UI/AAAAAAAABdI/wlml6fYBnrk/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444816401596209474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4_fq1xc2UI/AAAAAAAABdI/wlml6fYBnrk/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 272px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4_fVcoegBI/AAAAAAAABdA/0pHV2CEVAJ8/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444816034070429714" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4_fVcoegBI/AAAAAAAABdA/0pHV2CEVAJ8/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 266px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4_eyRSTdCI/AAAAAAAABc4/WUZokkzaB5c/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-8781740446239721406?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-88125347417984429122010-03-02T19:00:00.007+01:002011-12-04T00:58:36.743+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jY7ehU31PmQ/Ttq3nVOe9xI/AAAAAAAAE7w/QYYmeWpqK6c/s1600/existencia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jY7ehU31PmQ/Ttq3nVOe9xI/AAAAAAAAE7w/QYYmeWpqK6c/s400/existencia.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center">al fin </div><br /><div align="center">frágil</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">aleteo</div><div align="center">zumbo<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">no puedo gritar </div><br /><div align="center">no puedo correr</div><br /><div align="center">no puedo alejarme</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-8812534741798442912?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-8900929874067562342010-03-01T08:30:00.003+01:002010-03-01T08:53:22.929+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4tx5WZYEbI/AAAAAAAABco/4r7By3QeS6c/s1600-h/elni%C3%B1oyelpotro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443569804685873586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4tx5WZYEbI/AAAAAAAABco/4r7By3QeS6c/s400/elni%C3%B1oyelpotro.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-890092987406756234?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-49247619110040903502010-02-28T22:00:00.003+01:002010-02-28T22:42:50.000+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4ketYTg3FI/AAAAAAAABcg/6-YNA9AunSE/s1600-h/potro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442915389621197906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4ketYTg3FI/AAAAAAAABcg/6-YNA9AunSE/s400/potro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-4924761911004090350?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-61846230943820227632010-02-26T10:56:00.003+01:002010-02-26T11:38:15.529+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4ebXIzVSnI/AAAAAAAABcI/TDuWg4CgIY4/s1600-h/-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442489496502618738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4ebXIzVSnI/AAAAAAAABcI/TDuWg4CgIY4/s400/-.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>¿Algo que ramifique el tiempo</div><br /><div>y deje de concentrarlo ahí</div><br /><div>donde se encharca</div><br /><div>donde más duele</div><br /><div>creando musgo</div><br /><div>parasitando</div><br /><div>el alma?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-6184623094382022763?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-52897969998619535522010-02-24T14:00:00.001+01:002010-02-24T14:27:40.408+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4UpDUqUOkI/AAAAAAAABb4/aqsHxGNfH7w/s1600-h/grietas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441800861809654338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S4UpDUqUOkI/AAAAAAAABb4/aqsHxGNfH7w/s400/grietas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5289796999861953552?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-47386130464732924472010-02-15T12:00:00.004+01:002011-10-07T15:20:37.784+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S3kzMw83B-I/AAAAAAAABao/Kw_CN8RKh8c/s1600-h/agua.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438434319418197986" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S3kzMw83B-I/AAAAAAAABao/Kw_CN8RKh8c/s400/agua.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 280px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>molde<br /><div>de jirones insolubles</div><div>demasiados intervalos</div><div>muchas especulaciones</div><div>vacíos y brumas<br /><br />desmoldada</div><div>arrojada mar adentro</div><div>donde aún subsisten</div><div>engendros abisales</div><div>huyendo de la luz</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-4738613046473292447?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-66107479394593900262010-02-12T10:00:00.002+01:002011-12-04T00:41:44.840+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5V7H2hrHHM/Ttqza6mbXcI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/tvouhRQb46w/s1600/flecha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="276" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5V7H2hrHHM/Ttqza6mbXcI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/tvouhRQb46w/s400/flecha.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><br />A ese antiguo dolor<br />no lo ahoga la vida,<br />esperará<br />a que acabes de reir<br />para alcanzar<br />de lleno tu pecho.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-6610747939459390026?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-58820686143001558832010-02-09T11:00:00.001+01:002010-02-09T14:24:46.632+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S3Ff9jv5oRI/AAAAAAAABaI/yVbfsDh55HQ/s1600-h/manzana.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436231736385708306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S3Ff9jv5oRI/AAAAAAAABaI/yVbfsDh55HQ/s400/manzana.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S3EQ9767VkI/AAAAAAAABaA/QWzX8AJseFs/s1600-h/manzana.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5882068614300155883?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-36762036336590165252010-02-08T11:46:00.011+01:002010-02-08T17:26:34.307+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S2_tfTwvJeI/AAAAAAAABZY/5VLa4xXzYNk/s1600-h/---.jpg"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S2_te3bXN1I/AAAAAAAABZQ/hd1bLcXtF0w/s1600-h/-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435824389790054226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S2_te3bXN1I/AAAAAAAABZQ/hd1bLcXtF0w/s400/-.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3676203633659016525?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-3426307101265992922010-02-07T14:26:00.018+01:002010-02-09T14:02:19.970+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S21vT11AQqI/AAAAAAAABYI/9zrw7KEK2Dw/s1600-h/-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435122711963648674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S21vT11AQqI/AAAAAAAABYI/9zrw7KEK2Dw/s400/-.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S21vTsbStfI/AAAAAAAABYA/AXoZj5Mnga0/s1600-h/--.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-342630710126599292?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-50586566497285338152010-02-06T11:51:00.010+01:002010-02-06T12:00:35.719+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S21KJ_ibDfI/AAAAAAAABX4/Plwga9DOQXY/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435081860841147890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S21KJ_ibDfI/AAAAAAAABX4/Plwga9DOQXY/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center">¿Puede agarrarse lo que no existe?</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5058656649728533815?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-53907702677464326412010-02-06T10:54:00.007+01:002010-02-06T11:08:47.703+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S20-O1srj-I/AAAAAAAABXw/H9rYwbx9kK8/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435068749959630818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S20-O1srj-I/AAAAAAAABXw/H9rYwbx9kK8/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">¿Puede desgarrarse el cielo?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5390770267746432641?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-41827579457274006062010-01-24T21:08:00.001+01:002010-01-24T22:23:54.811+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S1y5AjGaq7I/AAAAAAAABXc/CSlfRUggS0Q/s1600-h/%C3%A1rbol+fantasmag%C3%B3rico+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430418669775268786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S1y5AjGaq7I/AAAAAAAABXc/CSlfRUggS0Q/s400/%C3%A1rbol+fantasmag%C3%B3rico+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Configúrame<br />Tu luz me expande<br />Tu oscuridad me delimita<br /></div><p></p><p>Voy surcando abismos<br />Hundiéndome en el resplandor<br />Recorriendo sin prisa la negrura </p><div><br /></div><p></p></div><div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><p></p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto:<em>Raticulina</em></span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-4182757945727400606?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-35108622544782871132010-01-22T10:00:00.000+01:002010-01-22T10:24:36.048+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S1h3Mulv4ZI/AAAAAAAABWE/TSOKrWuSiZg/s1600-h/vi%C3%B1as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429220411343626642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S1h3Mulv4ZI/AAAAAAAABWE/TSOKrWuSiZg/s400/vi%C3%B1as.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S1h1_QBcruI/AAAAAAAABV8/UEGtz_QTzMs/s1600-h/CIMG3478.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>Qué será de nosotros</div><div>desplegados y desnudos</div><div>ante este largo invierno</div><div></div><div>que no cesa</div><div></div><br /><div>dentro</div><div></div><br /><div>arraigado en la piel</div><div>aclimatado en los actos</div><div>en el espacio reducido</div><div>a lo conocido</div><br /><div></div><div>cansado</div><div></div><br /><div>en la mirada que resbala</div><div>en el querer que no alcanza</div><div>en el todo que se achica</div><div>ante la nada </div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Foto<span style="font-size:85%;">:<em>Raticulina</em></span><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3510862254478287113?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-11792562782203617952010-01-19T07:50:00.008+01:002010-04-04T15:43:34.188+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S1VWgyOWWyI/AAAAAAAABV0/hnSieajjSAo/s1600-h/cascada+bn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428340047102761762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S1VWgyOWWyI/AAAAAAAABV0/hnSieajjSAo/s400/cascada+bn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ya es tiempo de que maduren<br />bajo las manos los frutos<br />y a lengüetazos codiciar su sabor,<br /><br />de convertir las palabras intactas<br />en jugo bajo los besos<br />y en silencio absorber su valor,<br /><br />que ya llegará el tiempo avaro<br />y sumiso a esconder<br />entre sus pliegues el deseo,<br /><br />y consumirá los frutos<br />y secará los besos<br />y será un mañana sin compasión.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto:<em>Raticulina</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-1179256278220361795?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-39904384530403967772010-01-13T09:30:00.003+01:002010-01-13T09:40:21.700+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S02EV0td1aI/AAAAAAAABVg/Av0XRPBZXwU/s1600-h/CIMG2595.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426138636512777634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S02EV0td1aI/AAAAAAAABVg/Av0XRPBZXwU/s400/CIMG2595.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Amo el orden<br />su magnífica quietud<br />su entereza<br /><br />Mientras<br />estalla el mundo<br />a mi alrededor<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto:<em>Raticulina</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3990438453040396777?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-28588434672480391232010-01-12T23:55:00.006+01:002011-09-16T15:08:31.016+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GaW-YiTFY6o/TnNKOXIy99I/AAAAAAAAENA/UP0CYcmjJDY/s1600/del+misterio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GaW-YiTFY6o/TnNKOXIy99I/AAAAAAAAENA/UP0CYcmjJDY/s400/del+misterio.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Por si se le ocurre acercarse<br />esperas, preservada.<br />Temes que al mínimo gesto<br />se abalance sobre ti.<br /><br /><br />Pero él no está aquí por nadie,<br />él es, imponente y distante.<br />Su secreto don se nos revelará<br />en el postrer aliento de la vida.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">Foto: <em>Raticulina</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-2858843467248039123?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-64461804832192793752010-01-08T17:00:00.000+01:002010-01-08T17:08:54.589+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S0DBeV9D6aI/AAAAAAAABUw/z5BdwDpVCGM/s1600-h/Imagen+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422546678387567010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S0DBeV9D6aI/AAAAAAAABUw/z5BdwDpVCGM/s400/Imagen+040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Acógeme en tu esencia</div><div>abierta como un beso,</div><div>méceme en tu fragancia</div><div>exótica y pendular,</div><div>húndeme en la embriaguez</div><div>de tu dulce entrega </div><br /><div>y que la paz sea ésto.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto:<em>Raticulina</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-6446180483219279375?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-63222315210215133222010-01-04T21:00:00.004+01:002010-04-23T16:30:29.202+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S0JlAPvkVbI/AAAAAAAABVI/pJYuPNQ9eAI/s1600-h/hernandez_miguel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423007956207949234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/S0JlAPvkVbI/AAAAAAAABVI/pJYuPNQ9eAI/s200/hernandez_miguel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Dicen que cuando murió<br />no pudieron cerrarle los ojos. </div><div>Digo yo que quiso mirar<br />el misterio de frente. </div><br /><br /><p>Dijo de él su amigo que era un alma libre<br />que miraba con clara mirada a los hombres.<br />Dijo él "mis ojos, sin tus ojos, no son ojos".<br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>(retrato de Miguel Hernández realizado por Buero Vallejo)</em></span></p><p> </p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-6322231521021513322?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-56242303651359444692010-01-02T10:00:00.004+01:002010-01-02T10:06:16.862+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/Sz8K66vtyYI/AAAAAAAABUg/qAGUQRfuMt8/s1600-h/rigor1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422064483695446402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/Sz8K66vtyYI/AAAAAAAABUg/qAGUQRfuMt8/s400/rigor1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>Ya no concibe la decepción<br />como traición o mentira,<br />es una mera consecuencia del vivir<br />que el tiempo se encarga de validar.<br /><br />Siente el rigor avanzando<br />como una venda apretada,<br />la mortaja de una necesidad<br />que se viste y se alimenta sola.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto:R<em>aticulina</em></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-5624230365135944469?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-18785013155090566042010-01-01T02:34:00.004+01:002010-08-09T11:42:53.663+02:00<object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBeIy3Kb6t8&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBeIy3Kb6t8&hl=es_ES&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-1878501315509056604?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-30631173602473758772009-12-28T10:00:00.017+01:002011-12-04T00:47:52.286+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlAPyA6-vpo/Ttq1GKpY_3I/AAAAAAAAE7g/n52sI32UXjQ/s1600/extrav%25C3%25ADo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlAPyA6-vpo/Ttq1GKpY_3I/AAAAAAAAE7g/n52sI32UXjQ/s400/extrav%25C3%25ADo.jpg" width="331" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Tantas veces se arrodilló<br />que ya no saben sus ojos<br />alzarse y mirar los tuyos<br />sin extraviarse. </div><div></div><br /><div>Tanto escondió su rostro<br />que ha dejado de buscar<br />la superficie brillante<br />que lo contenga.<br /><br />Tanto calló y negó callando<br />que el umbral del lenguaje<br />se ha desvanecido<br />ante su mente.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Foto: <em>Raticulina</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3063117360247375877?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-37450366063510786752009-12-19T13:00:00.005+01:002011-05-04T19:42:05.463+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyzHM2JW37I/AAAAAAAABTk/e8ItUXFetvw/s1600-h/fenix.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416923475326984114" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyzHM2JW37I/AAAAAAAABTk/e8ItUXFetvw/s400/fenix.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 318px;" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyoD0sP0IYI/AAAAAAAABTc/mCzGo2o-EmY/s1600-h/piscinavacia.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>La vida me ha creado</div><div>un agujero en el estómago</div><div>como un tiro de cañón.</div><br /><div></div><div>Todo lo que abarco termina allí</div><div>donde nada permanece. </div><br /><div>Si me asomo a él me adentro</div><div>en una vorágine oscura.</div><div></div><br /><div>Tu imagen pasa a su través</div><div>y giro sobre mi misma</div><div>para verte envuelto en llamas.</div><br /><br /><div>&nbsp;</div><div><em>(Imagen sacada de internet)</em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3745036606351078675?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-39219507833344730552009-12-15T10:00:00.008+01:002009-12-15T10:47:11.995+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyS0sqF0_yI/AAAAAAAABTU/CHGgeQ0X3Gg/s1600-h/infancia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414651331312156450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyS0sqF0_yI/AAAAAAAABTU/CHGgeQ0X3Gg/s400/infancia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SySvp14qhsI/AAAAAAAABTM/6i-z2enuCCk/s1600-h/infancia.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Mis perros muertos yacen a sus pies,</p><p>la mala hierba ha cercenado su gracia,</p><p>de sus hondas raíces emerge mi infancia</p><p>acre en la distancia, agridulce en la emoción.</p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto:<em>Raticulina</em></span><br /></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3921950783334473055?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-28923398457975563332009-12-13T08:25:00.005+01:002011-05-04T19:43:19.313+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyOefL9aZUI/AAAAAAAABTE/h2UW68XjLJM/s1600-h/hijosdelamar.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414345435652973890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyOefL9aZUI/AAAAAAAABTE/h2UW68XjLJM/s400/hijosdelamar.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 292px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyOdWtvjOUI/AAAAAAAABS8/vY2_iaQnit0/s1600-h/CIMG3181.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><div align="right"><strong>"<em>Y cuando llegue el día del último viaje, </em></strong></div><div align="right"><em><strong>y esté al partir la nave que nunca ha de tornar</strong></em></div><div align="right"><em><strong>me encontraréis a bordo, ligero de equipaje,</strong></em></div><div align="right"><em><strong>casi desnudo, como los hijos de la mar."</strong></em> </div><br /><div align="right"><em><strong>Antonio Machado</strong></em></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size: 85%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size: 85%;"></span></em></div><div align="left">Ya acariciéis horas tranquilas</div><div align="left">o claméis en un fogoso transitar,</div><div align="left">que una suave brisa amiga os lleve</div><div align="left">al alma inmensa de la mar a reposar.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /><em><span style="font-size: 85%;">Una propuesta de <a href="http://elpobrecitohabladordelsigloxxi.blogspot.com/">El pobrecito hablador del s.XXI </a>que me llegó vía <a href="http://paradeladecoles.blogspot.com/">Paradela de Coles</a></span></em></div><br /><em>(autora de la foto: mi amiga Encarna)</em><br /><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-2892339845797556333?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-73351450942448070682009-12-12T10:29:00.002+01:002009-12-12T12:20:30.597+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyKJeObkhuI/AAAAAAAABS0/OtT8VKpmyII/s1600-h/fuente.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414040854415574754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyKJeObkhuI/AAAAAAAABS0/OtT8VKpmyII/s400/fuente.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyKI4cxFKiI/AAAAAAAABSs/l579iud9EcU/s1600-h/fuente.jpg"></a><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div>Persistiré encastrado en la esperanza</div><div>hasta que no brote de ella ni quede</div><div>de mí una sola gota de agua.</div><div>¿Quién me acogerá sediento?</div><div>Oigo el eco de un rumor persistente.</div><div>Grito en silencio mi necesidad caduca.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto: <em>Raticulina</em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-7335145094244807068?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860931810052148039.post-36702803902919712522009-12-10T10:25:00.011+01:002011-05-04T19:44:56.720+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyDniS_SAXI/AAAAAAAABSk/Z2bo1mUr_PU/s1600-h/rorschach1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413581328498164082" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qgWR8C2bzYI/SyDniS_SAXI/AAAAAAAABSk/Z2bo1mUr_PU/s400/rorschach1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 196px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center">me extiendo y toco<br />el cielo y el ardiente infierno</div><div align="center"><br />no sé en cual de ellos gimo<br />en cual pierdo el sentido</div><div align="center"><br />sé que te encuentro<br />en uno y en el otro</div><br /><br /><div><br /><em>(test de Rorschach, imagen sacada de internet)</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860931810052148039-3670280390291971252?l=raticulina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raticulinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14034232181635453330noreply@blogger.com7