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pasan

a pesar de la pausa
temporal,

los tejidos&amp;nbsp; de la carne

se&amp;nbsp; van recuperando,

las heridas de
corazón

se adormecen y el
alma respira,

el espiritu...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PalabrasAlViento/~4/a2gPhDeaMR4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://palabras-al-viento--sole.blogspot.com/2012/04/circunstancial.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Destierro</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PalabrasAlViento/~3/rRrV1CeCBtU/destierro.html</link><category>vida</category><category>anima</category><category>lagrimar</category><category>morir</category><category>alma</category><category>prosa</category><category>destierro</category><category>versos</category><category>poesía</category><category>agonía</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sole)</author><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 12:49:03 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768336561501876639.post-3820872276473060621</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-21T15:49:03.941-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvkoALp31xk/T0Pb3-tiL_I/AAAAAAAACV0/Q8xj3iUrHu0/s72-c/mujer-guerrera.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>Imagen tomada de google.com

sin animo de lucro







Vengo de vivir intensamente,

el equivalente a toda una vida,

vengo de acabar de morir en agonía

lentamente,

el termino de mas de una...&lt;br/&gt;
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oscuridad del silencio

mi fiel compañia ,

desde su partida,

soy la nada,

soy un suspiro, una huella,

soy un desierto. 







Soledad Robles

02/12/2012
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PalabrasAlViento/~4/7qDFbJBtC6g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://palabras-al-viento--sole.blogspot.com/2012/02/ausencia-de-ti.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Desenterrando</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PalabrasAlViento/~3/JaVK-nrcLPU/desenterrando.html</link><category>vida</category><category>abrazo</category><category>sonrisa</category><category>versos libres</category><category>desenterrar</category><category>poesía</category><category>polvo</category><category>muerto</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sole)</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 21:03:41 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768336561501876639.post-1764198532828732787</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-14T00:03:41.112-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JwpPIKR5Cmw/Tzno17d5ttI/AAAAAAAACTo/2CtxRgGN5ss/s72-c/UV-a-h1TkkQ3f5ifeFtUDnXNXXgyGq4002AC.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>Imagen tomada de google.com

sin animo de lucro







Vengo desenterrando a un muerto,

voy a desenterrar lo que quede

allí dentro.

Vengo desenterrando del polvo

de la tierra, del excremento,

lo...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sus manos danzaban por mi piel,y nuestros labios se rebelaban,

liberando las palomas,entonces, sí, pudieron&amp;nbsp; volar.

Una...&lt;br/&gt;
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Lágrimas vertidasheridas abiertas.

Los versos vivosdesandan soledades.

Atreverse a revivirlos:lágrimas de cristal infinitas,

el sabor de unos...&lt;br/&gt;
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¿ como estarás ?

hacía tiempo que no

escuchaba esta melodía,

y hoy,... al escucharla

siento que estas aquí

y mis labios

parecen saborear los tuyos,

y tus manos,...&lt;br/&gt;
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Y así fue,en una noche azuladaa la luz de la lunanuestras almasse encontrarondesabrochando estrellasen busca del sol.Nuestros labios se rozaron ,el espacio no existió ,Y así fue,un...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PalabrasAlViento/~4/N8S4Cog1sHA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://palabras-al-viento--sole.blogspot.com/2010/09/asi-fue.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>LA DOBLE IMAGEN</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PalabrasAlViento/~3/NxRjtPbKl74/la-doble-imagen-cuando-me-iba-pense-en.html</link><category>garymoore</category><category>poesía</category><category>horacioarmani</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sole)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2010 23:06:42 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768336561501876639.post-3145326006679992264</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-29T02:06:42.241-04:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zykR7hjjyBQ/TKKNEkrA4-I/AAAAAAAACJs/3jxG8PyCQ3s/s72-c/portela12.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&amp;nbsp;



































LA DOBLE IMAGEN

&amp;nbsp;









Cuando me iba pensé en ti:

en la mirada de tu ojo triste

y en el temblor de tu ojo alegre;

porque cada pupila es la mitad...&lt;br/&gt;
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vivir la pasión intensa

que despiertan nuestros

besos frescos

como testigos la luna,

las estrellas y el sol.



Momento inolvidable

donde la madre tierra

recibe con...&lt;br/&gt;
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mis sentidos te buscan al alba, sustancia;

 el viento silba inundando mi estancia.

 

Tu nombre enredo en mi lengua

para evitar nombrarte, silencio

el eco...&lt;br/&gt;
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 Una marioneta de sonrisa eterna,pero...&lt;br/&gt;
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en las noches oscuras,

cuando vienen los astros

a beber en la luna

y duermen los ramajes

de las frondas ocultas.

Y yo me siento hueco

de pasión y de música.

Loco reloj...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PalabrasAlViento/~4/mxqULuNtILo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://palabras-al-viento--sole.blogspot.com/2010/03/revista-digital-de-salamaga-contenido.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>No Hay Olvido</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PalabrasAlViento/~3/bfvqj-G6dug/no-hay-olvido.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sole)</author><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 11:56:03 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768336561501876639.post-3969128317302254453</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-18T14:56:03.172-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zykR7hjjyBQ/SVU9jxr1ioI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zVpLcaE2eqk/s72-c/224_Sensualrobertofenantiartista.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>Titulo de Obra: Sensual , Artista: Roberto Fenanti













La aurora



no sabe del amor estéril,







gotas de rocío afloran



humedece,





 no hay olvido.



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un suspiro entre los suspiros

que se disuelven en el aire silente,

transformándose en lágrimas azul zafiro.

Suspiros que se encuentran

Entre los rayos plateados...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PalabrasAlViento/~4/yBsnSt4YcVM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://palabras-al-viento--sole.blogspot.com/2009/10/ilusion.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>GACELA DEL AMOR DESESPERADO  AUTOR:  FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PalabrasAlViento/~3/pe_NV5B0qG4/gacela-del-amor-desesperado-autor.html</link><category>gacela</category><category>poesía</category><category>lorca</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sole)</author><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 08:51:27 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768336561501876639.post-6245862953909308716</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-04T11:51:27.392-04:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zykR7hjjyBQ/SsjDZTENcrI/AAAAAAAABX0/fDvB9Hs5xA0/s72-c/amor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>La noche no quiere venirpara que tu no vengas,ni yo pueda ir.Pero yo iré,aunque un sol de alacranes me coma la sien.Pero tu vendráscon la lengua quemada por la lluvia de sal.El día no quiere...&lt;br/&gt;
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 donde la esperanza

 ha muerto,

 por la realidad que sorprende.

 Entre desvelos y delirios

 hoy se unen en un solo rezo.

 Luces que vuelan con las sombras

 entre lo brumoso de...&lt;br/&gt;
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Lleno de fragantes flores

Paso de Toros se ve

la niña con altivez

rinde a Benedetti honores.

Montevideo con...&lt;br/&gt;
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parece que estamos en una olla de presión;
una hora esperando la pisi-corre debajo de este sol
pa' que me lleve al pueblo, que dolor.
voy pa'l desempleo, ¿que pasa se te...&lt;br/&gt;
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no lloré, no me sentí triste,





el trabajo, el camino,

la gente todavía están ahí,





después que te fuiste,

dormí, descansé, fui feliz,





no lloré,

no reí,

y solo...&lt;br/&gt;
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