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www.escritoenunahojaseca.blogspot.comRafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.comBlogger283125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-51903891256237820812026-03-20T10:51:00.003+01:002026-03-20T10:51:58.622+01:00Saeta a la Soledad de San Lorenzo<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJ1c2sL-O__9udWE_FH-3lf2aSLdsoqeQtGOdrq_qsx2cau5bbHpcD-20jBmZ2yed3lKqDtymLJow0CotldH2lhSdLfa4MgJrz9KM-9AJQ4aqdWXw4no2TWfFseUAPEJfONKAuiyDgAIVfh80a-IOFVPaJcN9qEdZABzFflBl-xcxdwpFJ07UuPa_o4Zw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJ1c2sL-O__9udWE_FH-3lf2aSLdsoqeQtGOdrq_qsx2cau5bbHpcD-20jBmZ2yed3lKqDtymLJow0CotldH2lhSdLfa4MgJrz9KM-9AJQ4aqdWXw4no2TWfFseUAPEJfONKAuiyDgAIVfh80a-IOFVPaJcN9qEdZABzFflBl-xcxdwpFJ07UuPa_o4Zw" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Foto tomada del blog el Rincón de Sevilla</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Dime Madre por qué lloras,</b></p><p><b>por qué se ha vuelto de nieve</b></p><p><b>tu carita de amapola</b></p><p><b>y entre tanta gente vienes</b></p><p><b>solita, solita, sola.</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Saetas y versos cofrades</div>Rafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-45507749086085212932024-09-01T12:21:00.000+02:002024-09-01T12:21:02.654+02:00Por la calle San Vicente<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1yUA1wcPmgRIBLAaZRi51AKtfGsaED8y1dviQQLEFFeJECjveMj7qu1JMTw1e13ZdgmTYCp4fQgVHpzPsHPRsucxnPgZQTNxDmuFfW8e2QPN4WAcUE2kXZ2_gUJACucAfULGiYmzINrmW-PrxN-7_9TgrzHYFJ0QSKTAJdwd8LP8QO_-n5ZwlehwxsE/s3056/20240411_200855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3056" data-original-width="3056" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1yUA1wcPmgRIBLAaZRi51AKtfGsaED8y1dviQQLEFFeJECjveMj7qu1JMTw1e13ZdgmTYCp4fQgVHpzPsHPRsucxnPgZQTNxDmuFfW8e2QPN4WAcUE2kXZ2_gUJACucAfULGiYmzINrmW-PrxN-7_9TgrzHYFJ0QSKTAJdwd8LP8QO_-n5ZwlehwxsE/s320/20240411_200855.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> <span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Antes del amanecer</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>por la calle San Vicente</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>va volviendo el Gran Poder</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>y si fuera por la gente</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>no lo dejaban volver.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Saetas y versos cofrades</div>Rafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-59983464934140879322023-03-27T09:34:00.001+02:002023-03-27T09:34:15.482+02:00Callarse que ya se acerca<p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeHw9YkWEg2RMZ8I4kyY0XOGkzrBPY2cO4DpIwG96Vd8twX9rPnDAEVnn7-9otyiKqnV8BYnTJhvPnvAwKUJvGcEVqL7xAkWaaD22tZ3NYVkozH-cDKc_3GFqbr0YXtTRmL7m4420190/s2048/IMG_1075.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeHw9YkWEg2RMZ8I4kyY0XOGkzrBPY2cO4DpIwG96Vd8twX9rPnDAEVnn7-9otyiKqnV8BYnTJhvPnvAwKUJvGcEVqL7xAkWaaD22tZ3NYVkozH-cDKc_3GFqbr0YXtTRmL7m4420190/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" /></a></p><p><br /></p><p>Fotografía de María Dolores Acemel Hidalgo</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>Callarse que ya se acerca</b></p><p><b>por los viejos callejones</b></p><p><b>con la cara descompuesta</b></p><p><b>que son sus siete Dolores</b></p><p><b>puñales para la Hiniesta.</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b><span><br /></span></b></p><p><b><span><br /></span></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Saetas y versos cofrades</div>Rafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-4092687616220076222023-03-27T09:18:00.003+02:002023-03-27T09:21:19.362+02:00La Muerte Buena no era<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3hiMyxk6ZdclFI9HLVKTv3yVqEI79ynUAXFxI0-WnuueCTHXJVREbg-luAIOUIc5ygbapKb0Ju_BafOn5fVLcobKo4-8Wktx7SzwIUlE3vKw0INfctcQ28A5UJaDv4ZUqqgzN-MTwUENynJM1xBBqXA5FJbqyI1IJt0VVCHXLwW9cTcKhrNf1izCg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3hiMyxk6ZdclFI9HLVKTv3yVqEI79ynUAXFxI0-WnuueCTHXJVREbg-luAIOUIc5ygbapKb0Ju_BafOn5fVLcobKo4-8Wktx7SzwIUlE3vKw0INfctcQ28A5UJaDv4ZUqqgzN-MTwUENynJM1xBBqXA5FJbqyI1IJt0VVCHXLwW9cTcKhrNf1izCg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Fotografía de María Dolores Acemel Hidalgo</span><br /></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p> <b>La Muerte Buena no era</b><br /></p><p><b><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> y en Buena se ha convertido,</span><br /></b></p><p><b><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> que una nueva primavera</span><br /></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> la promesa se ha cumplido</span><br /></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> dando fin a nuestra espera.</span><br /></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><p><b><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Saetas y versos cofrades</div>Rafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-49372207570853407732021-02-28T12:07:00.002+01:002021-02-28T12:07:52.418+01:00Buena Muerte<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-53l4bN7uY2jwZWMYyRa2TZi3tILHbswYuKpHyhE9kn13V8FFrIHI622aICZEPuomTH7EhU7STGCv4P13FZhoJxk8TsQOXCtwK2Ff_C2ltWeQnw-MvovKXJNc2a-fhbm4WZLDqZ5h0Fg/s2048/IMG_7231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-53l4bN7uY2jwZWMYyRa2TZi3tILHbswYuKpHyhE9kn13V8FFrIHI622aICZEPuomTH7EhU7STGCv4P13FZhoJxk8TsQOXCtwK2Ff_C2ltWeQnw-MvovKXJNc2a-fhbm4WZLDqZ5h0Fg/s320/IMG_7231.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Fotografía de María Dolores Acemel Hidalgo</p><p><br /></p><p><b>El día en que yo me muera</b></p><p><b>quiero a los ojos mirarte,</b></p><p><b>cruzar la ojiva y su puerta,</b></p><p><b>los dos solos, sin más nadie,</b></p><p><b>vista al cielo, cuerpo a tierra.</b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Saetas y versos cofrades</div>Rafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-77830120062311638022021-02-21T12:28:00.001+01:002021-02-21T12:28:36.113+01:00Candelaria<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV4Ss3bXkmD68EauIZsU4E9sM6FRi1YXYzAVbCyXtfkrlUK1wBzhR8kJKRQCme2RC8lND4p11G3ya20rY9Bt_bLOUW_XCyBv-9wFbU5KI12McCHDM5EuGCob02CftYWUlIUDZrvJhSQjs/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV4Ss3bXkmD68EauIZsU4E9sM6FRi1YXYzAVbCyXtfkrlUK1wBzhR8kJKRQCme2RC8lND4p11G3ya20rY9Bt_bLOUW_XCyBv-9wFbU5KI12McCHDM5EuGCob02CftYWUlIUDZrvJhSQjs/" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Fotografía de Pedro Jesús Clavijo Domínguez.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b>No le digas nunca a nadie</b></p><p><b>que es para ti esta plegaria,</b></p><p><b>rosa más bella del parque</b><b>,</b></p><p><b>Virgen de la Candelaria</b></p><p><b>que Sevilla y Dios te Salven.</b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>.</p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Saetas y versos cofrades</div>Rafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-60660161024175619472021-02-14T12:50:00.004+01:002021-03-08T14:25:57.500+01:00La Hiniesta por los callejones<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeHw9YkWEg2RMZ8I4kyY0XOGkzrBPY2cO4DpIwG96Vd8twX9rPnDAEVnn7-9otyiKqnV8BYnTJhvPnvAwKUJvGcEVqL7xAkWaaD22tZ3NYVkozH-cDKc_3GFqbr0YXtTRmL7m4420190/s2048/IMG_1075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeHw9YkWEg2RMZ8I4kyY0XOGkzrBPY2cO4DpIwG96Vd8twX9rPnDAEVnn7-9otyiKqnV8BYnTJhvPnvAwKUJvGcEVqL7xAkWaaD22tZ3NYVkozH-cDKc_3GFqbr0YXtTRmL7m4420190/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Fotografía de María Dolores Acemel Hidalgo</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Su palio lleno de flores</b></p><p><b>pareciera que no pasa</b></p><p><b>por tan estrechos rincones.</b></p><p><b>La Hiniesta vuelve a su casa</b></p><p><b>por los viejos callejones.</b></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Saetas y versos cofrades</div>Rafael Domínguez Villahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18325757431057986566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533849291397551645.post-47240846327535796162021-02-07T15:16:00.001+01:002021-02-07T15:16:35.237+01:00Qué blanca traes la cara.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<b>llenando de luz la tarde,</b><br />
<b>los geranios del balcón</b><br />
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<b>Mientras llegas a mi casa</b><br />
<b>no dejo de preguntarme</b><br />
<b>¿ De que escondido tesoro</b><br />
<b>tienen tus ojos la llave?</b><br />
<b>¿ Qué corazón es tan duro</b><br />
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<b>¿ Qué piropos al oído</b><br />
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<b>¿ Qué te murmura la llama</b><br />
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