tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36824159545789459752026-11-15T07:19:13.563+01:00Bitácora de Joan«El Universo mudanza; la vida firmeza». Marco Aurelio.
Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.comBlogger935125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-81011023386465225222026-11-15T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-15T00:00:00.118+01:00Donde ya no estoy<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEik915IBLNrQv_T-D03nPDOOYjJVU3IIxtKgTWXZW-orwq1qDLaqoFRPZne1aO7hEFUULvJDMPFWQaY1tWe2K-kFeiQ2RXV6doJ-uxrVhuI7mfYWb9nOdjpMEPhIVg_qu2k1m79l1QQjWe33bx-wNIBlc9fTQ-450WPKD7ltlQzWuTMsBXsfTR4zl5Py6k" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEik915IBLNrQv_T-D03nPDOOYjJVU3IIxtKgTWXZW-orwq1qDLaqoFRPZne1aO7hEFUULvJDMPFWQaY1tWe2K-kFeiQ2RXV6doJ-uxrVhuI7mfYWb9nOdjpMEPhIVg_qu2k1m79l1QQjWe33bx-wNIBlc9fTQ-450WPKD7ltlQzWuTMsBXsfTR4zl5Py6k" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini<br /></span><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">No quiero volver de donde me fui</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">por mucho que brillen estrellas en el cielo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">o la luna se columpie ajena al mundo.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ese mundo de pequeñas hormigas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">trabajando antes de la lluvia.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">No quiero el sin sabor de la noche</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">en tupidos jardines</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que con sigilo murmuran.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">No quiero abrir el paraguas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y que me moje la lluvia.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-13616368178534159572026-11-14T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-14T00:00:00.214+01:00Cansancio<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg45PL882gfnJB6-6Sa8x5rr5AcAitE8EyuwM7WR_qShfQmQ4GvoDTMNZD1gywQzChFyBp60Y4siTbg6ACvLWjPkJBc_-nCpwlVhAoEWzihoomr_JKc73z5lAT1NgcJl8bxIhWVlwvGiK8Mo1SdRRQjAuFiq8fREE2MU5PInaPd7f-S9wSlsePnIx82Jcc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg45PL882gfnJB6-6Sa8x5rr5AcAitE8EyuwM7WR_qShfQmQ4GvoDTMNZD1gywQzChFyBp60Y4siTbg6ACvLWjPkJBc_-nCpwlVhAoEWzihoomr_JKc73z5lAT1NgcJl8bxIhWVlwvGiK8Mo1SdRRQjAuFiq8fREE2MU5PInaPd7f-S9wSlsePnIx82Jcc" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Echo de menos al mar</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con su agitada bondad </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que choca en la rompiente.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Echo de más a la gente</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que muestran su maldad </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">enseñando los dientes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Echo de menos al mar</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y a esa gente corriente</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que te mira sin mirar.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-20356713319753700712026-11-13T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-13T00:00:00.245+01:00La certeza de la noche<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqWOHn5RxvZ-8ahSYGYX8WewSrwQkxSOJDGctD8I3dAQDblLxFDymLnIsREPKWpcPaaM7NCzuWq2Z_jclCw1_1UohSqUuJU3imOqifcIplgdhuwOgdru11FqrP4I84xId8INuOO2VSBZlhA8XCtCU6mHin5QSH6aMdEyHedsJ7zdMd0mrp7xTvjkdSeMg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqWOHn5RxvZ-8ahSYGYX8WewSrwQkxSOJDGctD8I3dAQDblLxFDymLnIsREPKWpcPaaM7NCzuWq2Z_jclCw1_1UohSqUuJU3imOqifcIplgdhuwOgdru11FqrP4I84xId8INuOO2VSBZlhA8XCtCU6mHin5QSH6aMdEyHedsJ7zdMd0mrp7xTvjkdSeMg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Enseña la noche certeza,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">respiran los cuerpos con alma serena.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Se escurre el pensamiento</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con luna que despierta.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Sentada en su columpio</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">asombra a la sombra</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con fina inflorescencia.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Talla el ramo el tallo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con oscura sutileza.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-79687407082101823112026-11-12T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-12T00:00:00.211+01:00Al alba<div><p class="p"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjf157jRJXeFWArujUaKpbd2Sf5jKZZep8LBv0iY8eBRat5wcsXeIVNw6XvUcti2FqFG4gU30Y38e9TqCbm-Uv3C7fOWRFFQFlr6Glk-wKrjK7p72_8PTqKe7Z28i1dF8tDz-TboCjO93be6UyUjLqkExF0m4cNcGZS4gfESKBiMvd_i4mxIhu8TJS1gCM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjf157jRJXeFWArujUaKpbd2Sf5jKZZep8LBv0iY8eBRat5wcsXeIVNw6XvUcti2FqFG4gU30Y38e9TqCbm-Uv3C7fOWRFFQFlr6Glk-wKrjK7p72_8PTqKe7Z28i1dF8tDz-TboCjO93be6UyUjLqkExF0m4cNcGZS4gfESKBiMvd_i4mxIhu8TJS1gCM" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="p"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Amanece sin ruido.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="p"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">La luz no irrumpe:<br />se posa<br />como un acuerdo frágil<br />sobre las cosas.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="p"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">El día aprende<br />a nombrarse despacio,<br />todavía inseguro<br />de su forma.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="p"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Todo parece<br />posible<br />un instante,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="p"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">antes de que el tiempo<br />empiece<br />a cumplirse.</span><o:p></o:p></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-78880522160749039642026-11-11T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-11T00:00:00.190+01:00Donde encuentro la belleza<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicKSag9NG0kvDETxRlbSLYC3RBjdTqvGAcpVlFZJgzLujS2EzTO5yjMk-kXEAicSPjn_-2P3mfnvZ27b2HiIf4Tmhqh169AnV91LwNuLX0bOB_Y7miztAkdgL7Nux_am2fBD6PRWFsHLwwsGHkHNhrRQkniTFB1tO6CwiP0JxA2MPe5Fx5GWtpWXc3oT4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicKSag9NG0kvDETxRlbSLYC3RBjdTqvGAcpVlFZJgzLujS2EzTO5yjMk-kXEAicSPjn_-2P3mfnvZ27b2HiIf4Tmhqh169AnV91LwNuLX0bOB_Y7miztAkdgL7Nux_am2fBD6PRWFsHLwwsGHkHNhrRQkniTFB1tO6CwiP0JxA2MPe5Fx5GWtpWXc3oT4" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Es la espesura del bosque</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">donde encuentro la belleza,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">donde la ética se asume</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y se valora a la pobreza.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Andan las almas desnudas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">entre colores de floresta,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y se deshojan los cuerpos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">de la flor que no es honesta.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Alzo la voz en la cima</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y la plegaria a los cielos,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que nunca me falte la vista</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">ni el sabor de lo añejo.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Donde encuentro la belleza</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">andan las almas desnudas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y la plegaria a los cielos.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-14958747937962117712026-11-10T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-10T00:00:00.193+01:00La ola finada<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3-hsNRgmYOQKccJLsG-GslThEcet6OS4rju23zdhM-er9m1mt27TrdAYQUffN6dS0mnYsOB6F_v0W_Wt6wLMQbPayenjOYz3mBzJrtPup8RTueI3_Hk_GZrWn-g4tg2CxnZbJ2hXw2do2s0cZxdxpCzzgNgGq5QaMcmNnbDEhF9neYDq36ymUgo2D0Lg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3-hsNRgmYOQKccJLsG-GslThEcet6OS4rju23zdhM-er9m1mt27TrdAYQUffN6dS0mnYsOB6F_v0W_Wt6wLMQbPayenjOYz3mBzJrtPup8RTueI3_Hk_GZrWn-g4tg2CxnZbJ2hXw2do2s0cZxdxpCzzgNgGq5QaMcmNnbDEhF9neYDq36ymUgo2D0Lg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Muere la ola en la orilla</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con espuma de mar,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">delicada.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Adorna el sonido de la roca</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">la muerte del mar,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">la vida que frágil se desliza.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Un eco de sal,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">un olor de maresía,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">el aullido del lobo a la luna</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que anuncia a la Parca.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Muere la ola</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">dando la vida.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-78775248136114145212026-11-09T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-09T00:00:00.201+01:00Llega la lluvia<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5sQ_1UsDckrUZO-apfiflKMrg69IlkyWr1e66uRJzJ2R62lq825Rc5LyywuyQPnQDQZgHoQ5Wh1tyXld2rti0wLEOTkGCtmEAJsnJagK9lIqCH_F7CFn5Z3MYS9Q-khhCFcgZv0BohJRHnrfRlEJhgPyu9QfQja2hQo8jA4qmUFqk6YmFWCzlczKwzyQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5sQ_1UsDckrUZO-apfiflKMrg69IlkyWr1e66uRJzJ2R62lq825Rc5LyywuyQPnQDQZgHoQ5Wh1tyXld2rti0wLEOTkGCtmEAJsnJagK9lIqCH_F7CFn5Z3MYS9Q-khhCFcgZv0BohJRHnrfRlEJhgPyu9QfQja2hQo8jA4qmUFqk6YmFWCzlczKwzyQ" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini<br /></span><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Llega la lluvia en silencio</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">o anunciada por el trueno,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">puede que llegue con la noche</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">vestida de negra nube.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Llega la lluvia cantando poemas de frío,</div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">de versos que hielan,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que mojan el sentido</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y rebuscan una idea.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Llega la lluvia mojando la espalda,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">la frente, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">el cabello,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">al amigo que falta.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Llega trayendo el recuerdo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">anegando la nada.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-60494280667743046002026-11-08T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-08T00:00:00.126+01:00El paso del tiempo<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfaS88GcPHige7UNVzR8xSjWHsmFKb9rvklwiUVNeLWCQMH006lNN48eF9KO-ai_tJhWPYGllde0CTaVC7cc4qXrEP_ysUk2IpWvzcOKjyug6Y9SY-bKJk-dsfI3Q2gNydWkadMIulAZAUvDlYnjnTkiXT3_Xw2rGFkHsGyvduRhiDoQIrRVC1eNs6yhA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfaS88GcPHige7UNVzR8xSjWHsmFKb9rvklwiUVNeLWCQMH006lNN48eF9KO-ai_tJhWPYGllde0CTaVC7cc4qXrEP_ysUk2IpWvzcOKjyug6Y9SY-bKJk-dsfI3Q2gNydWkadMIulAZAUvDlYnjnTkiXT3_Xw2rGFkHsGyvduRhiDoQIrRVC1eNs6yhA" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Rompe un golpe el silencio,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">cristales rotos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">se han hendido en el suelo.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Clama la noche consuelo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">llora apenada en su duelo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">algo ha roto la estrella</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que cantaba al firmamento.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Algo se rompe en el cielo.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-67762928441723473442026-11-07T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-07T00:00:00.119+01:00Choque<div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiuL8_Mvnxad_vzh4AAp32-G854JYlpDAp_PFEX_SMfcZRv8r7anJ1wwIVIj9J0SqDfnbjGHKUAARACAhGifanheRq7rmz1nE6ZnkB2kBV5yDPHfFxFRSQXPoxPfeTfLJ3_h6Uj7IC-sUBAPKa07nzjRqb6g3lO7MQ900LMxZT1T2v-4Na1XBhPXKrzIJI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiuL8_Mvnxad_vzh4AAp32-G854JYlpDAp_PFEX_SMfcZRv8r7anJ1wwIVIj9J0SqDfnbjGHKUAARACAhGifanheRq7rmz1nE6ZnkB2kBV5yDPHfFxFRSQXPoxPfeTfLJ3_h6Uj7IC-sUBAPKa07nzjRqb6g3lO7MQ900LMxZT1T2v-4Na1XBhPXKrzIJI" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Es peso, gravedad,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">quebrando el molde,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">la estructura,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">por la ola muda</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que choca en la rompiente.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-56878626315456847892026-11-06T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-06T00:00:00.204+01:00Un silencio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHmDB6UTtSet5Bh1EjGJR5lKk9J1gsnBWBP4XVV-a7W9uJ9q0N9YxhCZ00PWKq4aBHd3oB6K_UFVJt23jdnNE1bV1WX8Oir5dOjqYd1cKQo7JeF3qNoL8C8Qvk1q2zyfmg_lRsNd1Xe81R0UIfSnczSCaNGjrWCy7xl3BbSjka7TjIUKRVf3Qc4yw_1iU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1125" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHmDB6UTtSet5Bh1EjGJR5lKk9J1gsnBWBP4XVV-a7W9uJ9q0N9YxhCZ00PWKq4aBHd3oB6K_UFVJt23jdnNE1bV1WX8Oir5dOjqYd1cKQo7JeF3qNoL8C8Qvk1q2zyfmg_lRsNd1Xe81R0UIfSnczSCaNGjrWCy7xl3BbSjka7TjIUKRVf3Qc4yw_1iU" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><span face=""Canva Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Roboto, -apple-system, blinkmacsystemfont, sans-serif" style="white-space: pre;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Foto de Raquel Elise de Moraes: https://www.pexels.com/es-es/foto/nieve-nevar-invierno-que-cae-9654809/</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">La nieve es un silencio que cae</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">como una pluma que levita el pensamiento.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">El frío es un atardecer que no se esconde,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que respira y me consuela.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">La noche es la hermana perfecta,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">aconseja y practica el ejemplo con su sombra.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">La nieve vuelve a caer</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y atrapa a la palabra que se escapa.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-57891765137969700222026-11-05T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-05T00:00:00.201+01:00El gesto amable<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj41AyfY3I0vVz0TvxYHPfSkxh1mXWMqL8wttfBnOHKE7plQ6zS3zonotnM0rZbb1xWSmEB6YrjwejshYiWMAh7fxQAzsSn9S4n8e3yy-dZ2cDJuI1N_m34OcchMrdK46LmcSaLev2mxtVvTo2OR2f7AHOOB1KoMJfl0r9ujiZ2XRVE9PeIk8aCSsHTdpw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj41AyfY3I0vVz0TvxYHPfSkxh1mXWMqL8wttfBnOHKE7plQ6zS3zonotnM0rZbb1xWSmEB6YrjwejshYiWMAh7fxQAzsSn9S4n8e3yy-dZ2cDJuI1N_m34OcchMrdK46LmcSaLev2mxtVvTo2OR2f7AHOOB1KoMJfl0r9ujiZ2XRVE9PeIk8aCSsHTdpw" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini<br /></span><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Rinden cuenta los gestos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con el paso del tiempo:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">lo que ayer era,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">hoy es otra cosa.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Puede que la medida</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">sea</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">el paso del tiempo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">más que el presente que ya se ha marchado.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Queda en el hoy,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">halo de tristeza.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-9164072142027522232026-11-04T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-04T00:00:00.211+01:00Día en voz baja<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVtfS5jUVgGbmIXfDBzTmed4CTVlDfKF35e9mQXyBMI-NsTGV8ftgb_g85Pg0cAopzpnEeRDITXfUablintuJkIMe7kc7_dENJ1aKAaeYT3BhZ_ojiU184N745MjWMznDpTWkjxFTifeQTCzJeY5MeB7v8cVXFOL1GPKq-ohI1d7j-9lb99J5fwjmVO4o" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVtfS5jUVgGbmIXfDBzTmed4CTVlDfKF35e9mQXyBMI-NsTGV8ftgb_g85Pg0cAopzpnEeRDITXfUablintuJkIMe7kc7_dENJ1aKAaeYT3BhZ_ojiU184N745MjWMznDpTWkjxFTifeQTCzJeY5MeB7v8cVXFOL1GPKq-ohI1d7j-9lb99J5fwjmVO4o" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Murmura silencio </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">el amanecer</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">envuelto en la espesura de la sombra,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con ruido </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">de llave </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que enciende la luz</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">en el patio de la finca.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Susurra la noche que acaba</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con tenue resplandor de luna</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que duerme </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">tranquila en su cuna.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Se extiende poderosa la amanecida</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con sol que despierta,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">irrumpe.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-49886094295012952882026-11-03T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-03T00:00:00.116+01:00Y sigo<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhB5pvjuHa_lFzRo27O-fFiQL6VugGaAnLjir9GI-phibw234_Nw9lMQgf9_vUoiQ9leLtXFfq28oo0Bb_r541LzJmJWngrhA0IKatb0vxLh16LmdC8FEp2FWhfz8Iy1FDYmJeIoNLkj8uU8bbasRqc6bG08MWp7oQtABlf-6kpdFcE6UMaZVPv7h7H4AY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhB5pvjuHa_lFzRo27O-fFiQL6VugGaAnLjir9GI-phibw234_Nw9lMQgf9_vUoiQ9leLtXFfq28oo0Bb_r541LzJmJWngrhA0IKatb0vxLh16LmdC8FEp2FWhfz8Iy1FDYmJeIoNLkj8uU8bbasRqc6bG08MWp7oQtABlf-6kpdFcE6UMaZVPv7h7H4AY" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Escuché el silencio</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y aprendí a nombrar las cosas,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">a decirlas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">o callarlas.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Limité el tiempo de la palabra</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">en la sombra,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">en la luz, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">en cada momento.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">En silencio caminé,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y sigo.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-46673402230572091412026-11-02T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-02T00:00:00.118+01:00Sombras<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj64HFYsOcPbv7Pb3FD3nAMkw-hqATHWiPfwhBtfIbe3H6k5FrYO4oDrA9rjdeLnW8cVMpXmN7ej9FY2QpnUKIgk4FawKAq0FgC4RszMtQo57SHT8amEzlIJFQd-wt2wgKZ0pmm1Xs0LUaeZ1iv2zF4-BB5RjfAWkI5f-MlGXEtNLJK6pf6mUQWHBHc7k8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj64HFYsOcPbv7Pb3FD3nAMkw-hqATHWiPfwhBtfIbe3H6k5FrYO4oDrA9rjdeLnW8cVMpXmN7ej9FY2QpnUKIgk4FawKAq0FgC4RszMtQo57SHT8amEzlIJFQd-wt2wgKZ0pmm1Xs0LUaeZ1iv2zF4-BB5RjfAWkI5f-MlGXEtNLJK6pf6mUQWHBHc7k8" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Se mueve la sombra</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">en el umbral de la noche,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">se extiende</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">encaminándose a la luz del día.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Siempre camina la sombra,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">aparece </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">acechando</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">detrás de otra sombra</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que la cobija y la abriga.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Sola,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">condenada al huésped que ella habita.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Sola,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">busca sombra que le haga compañía.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-64875444146003896492026-11-01T00:00:00.000+01:002026-11-01T00:00:00.116+01:00La fortuna<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuITLsRBYnlXnK04JVSQck0kMb1wfDf8AMndtl2TBLCBor2WqSE1NNAcPOLN7Tj9mYwVS4kTWfDJgiHA0E3dK9eTd9uY5gCHhSIMJ_X3gvwcdVHIlIeYe2JXGLLM4wR5UJNzREGDiF0r29redvvU7e1_H3aAZuYNFXCax-PEc7eXPIOEJonX_72T34OQU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuITLsRBYnlXnK04JVSQck0kMb1wfDf8AMndtl2TBLCBor2WqSE1NNAcPOLN7Tj9mYwVS4kTWfDJgiHA0E3dK9eTd9uY5gCHhSIMJ_X3gvwcdVHIlIeYe2JXGLLM4wR5UJNzREGDiF0r29redvvU7e1_H3aAZuYNFXCax-PEc7eXPIOEJonX_72T34OQU" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Persigo con mi vista el horizonte</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">buscando descansar la vista;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">se posa el negro nublo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">flotante</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">anunciando tormenta.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Se derrumba el ruido</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">cayendo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">del vórtice del cielo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">el negro bautismo:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">alud que baja</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">llenando cada parte, cada todo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">cada momento del tiempo.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Perseguí con mi vista el horizonte,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">cayó sobre mi el rayo negro.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-16077452068516076012026-10-31T00:00:00.000+01:002026-10-31T00:00:00.189+01:00Viento<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_8P6FMYht3Jk4pGR5TaDJjg6pyOPLS-vGYElVq3-z68t_ba9wlMGyab5ecGttDGogKGRLLPt7N1xgqmx22ousVsUVjLKFWizheI5XDLtt36Tc9xz_SyW7e0htWfxiY5WlRKu3IpoJPkJdO-6LgtFMaa1J1mvHPUzuUxw1t8l-gOeAlqbdbnyT_mbc-OM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_8P6FMYht3Jk4pGR5TaDJjg6pyOPLS-vGYElVq3-z68t_ba9wlMGyab5ecGttDGogKGRLLPt7N1xgqmx22ousVsUVjLKFWizheI5XDLtt36Tc9xz_SyW7e0htWfxiY5WlRKu3IpoJPkJdO-6LgtFMaa1J1mvHPUzuUxw1t8l-gOeAlqbdbnyT_mbc-OM" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA e Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ruge un animal;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">calla,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">se anuncia, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">se para,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">vuelve a decirnos que sopla,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que exhala,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que se retuerce,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que se estira,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que se acorta</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y aparece de repente</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con eco de lluvia.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-54070297064971896692026-10-30T00:00:00.000+01:002026-10-30T00:00:00.205+01:00Presencia<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjY2MQQEYMOrS1sO8KlLw2Ej_zPe6fJUP5GPSV_kWJijlvJUafrAuxUvCrQFtNjJ2TaIulHAYkTBzl2vD6XOG8yJthP1x-hYXXxMr9Y0l4DJcBmZKkVp1BwnvKcrry6q9bjX5wF2Po-qt4kxV9wRgwtUY0pMQWWvJowAy-YMzd-ZZVvR9UMS2cfxQdglS8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjY2MQQEYMOrS1sO8KlLw2Ej_zPe6fJUP5GPSV_kWJijlvJUafrAuxUvCrQFtNjJ2TaIulHAYkTBzl2vD6XOG8yJthP1x-hYXXxMr9Y0l4DJcBmZKkVp1BwnvKcrry6q9bjX5wF2Po-qt4kxV9wRgwtUY0pMQWWvJowAy-YMzd-ZZVvR9UMS2cfxQdglS8" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">El frío </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">mueve la llama</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">de la vela que está quieta.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">El sonido del fuego enmudece</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con una mano que no se ve:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">aprieta,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">se ase, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">observa.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-75807193269106197312026-10-29T00:00:00.000+01:002026-10-29T00:00:00.186+01:00Mis bolsillos vacíos<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4Vh3q_VEldvgMTYWMnpvn10JFJItMxlnR1b6OGBm0XI7l6EXaZMGmrL0Mtp9yd18i9K3K36FBSiuK2c65Ub_jMAfh4SqT35Eu_o2NntKMO1Y2mYVdIYlkYprrQr9Z1-mMyxNCDWVn7oAKaQEXX7MjkifuePhyNbGYrF0boFSeDHmZaeTPeJmU-ivdZ7o" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4Vh3q_VEldvgMTYWMnpvn10JFJItMxlnR1b6OGBm0XI7l6EXaZMGmrL0Mtp9yd18i9K3K36FBSiuK2c65Ub_jMAfh4SqT35Eu_o2NntKMO1Y2mYVdIYlkYprrQr9Z1-mMyxNCDWVn7oAKaQEXX7MjkifuePhyNbGYrF0boFSeDHmZaeTPeJmU-ivdZ7o" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Me cansé de esperarte,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">de acompañarte,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">de quedar </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">solo ante Dios </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y ante la luna.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Me olvidé la llave</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que abre la puerta,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que cierra el hastío.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Nunca llené de ti</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">mis bolsillos vacíos.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-73499122708607307492026-10-28T00:00:00.000+01:002026-10-28T00:00:00.116+01:00Cada vez<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOtm9w90Y6MCmznAqiVn9wiMGUxq7nhCh8RC4BbMizhAVb-Iu_qYEEchvjBW9v5Iwgst9cFAnAezUM4EnvMdQHUDNx6ElX-34ivE-hsAxHRgQGVB54TybRxBG9RW8_TUztB3DvXoLr6l90eHjBFpeWup8hh3j4q5fIyFm1GB_nF8SxE6l9A0P3cVFEzUY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOtm9w90Y6MCmznAqiVn9wiMGUxq7nhCh8RC4BbMizhAVb-Iu_qYEEchvjBW9v5Iwgst9cFAnAezUM4EnvMdQHUDNx6ElX-34ivE-hsAxHRgQGVB54TybRxBG9RW8_TUztB3DvXoLr6l90eHjBFpeWup8hh3j4q5fIyFm1GB_nF8SxE6l9A0P3cVFEzUY" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Cada vez </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que te abrazaba </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">me alejaba de ti,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">cada vez </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que las manos se tocaban </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">te perdí,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">cada vez </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que nuestras sombras se acompañaban</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">la luna escribía </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con tinta de olvido.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Cada vez que te vi</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">cayó la losa del silencio.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-83560042774927515292026-10-27T00:00:00.000+01:002026-10-27T00:00:00.232+01:00Reposa en su silencio<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFyeb9elp86jCflPKBfkZohzScLy0dUbOzR6jOtX6OTUT203bdtzPE7zgl5ADwO5QfnBf2iJLw_ikoTzG86at9qhAY1cmcWMHkE4u2twNrsafn3uYtRIxAskoaXDKihWbQX0eaMER-rG3bYufLl-3qV7UYvZwSk2cYus4m590sx_ixkEIc7eYxjqnlQ0I" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFyeb9elp86jCflPKBfkZohzScLy0dUbOzR6jOtX6OTUT203bdtzPE7zgl5ADwO5QfnBf2iJLw_ikoTzG86at9qhAY1cmcWMHkE4u2twNrsafn3uYtRIxAskoaXDKihWbQX0eaMER-rG3bYufLl-3qV7UYvZwSk2cYus4m590sx_ixkEIc7eYxjqnlQ0I" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">La flor olvida </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">al pétalo que cae</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con desprecio de silencio,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con voz que no se dice,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con eco que nunca resuena.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">La flor nunca maldice.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-2069289037607651992026-10-26T00:00:00.000+01:002026-10-26T00:00:00.197+01:00El viento se ha ido<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgZUcNyuR08Xq8shrpryKd1aH2QTxmMgDFUxx_Bs5v0I6kpXbH3zdrpfhewjq833k8Sx5IH3Uybg9Py7IL2wg8r7JNzFCTtscTkZRI2asxsWSSNQCy6Vt78amMOxGm7sMlzFbIfFLq797KbSJEzsjjpDJak2HjuHpjJ40k2iDWVzAyhd6f92Kue9l1WhI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgZUcNyuR08Xq8shrpryKd1aH2QTxmMgDFUxx_Bs5v0I6kpXbH3zdrpfhewjq833k8Sx5IH3Uybg9Py7IL2wg8r7JNzFCTtscTkZRI2asxsWSSNQCy6Vt78amMOxGm7sMlzFbIfFLq797KbSJEzsjjpDJak2HjuHpjJ40k2iDWVzAyhd6f92Kue9l1WhI" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">El viento se ha callado</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">igual que una noche </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que apenas se percibe,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">como una luna </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que nos mira,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">como un sol </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">cuando amanece.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">El viento se ha ido</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y silente duerme</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">en brazos del olvido.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-88487067805983714282026-10-25T00:00:00.000+02:002026-10-25T00:00:00.121+02:00Callar a tiempo<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhG8YVKxI8aUpkoHQ5y9d6DDCG-sgY2RqQO706s1EK4e83livsLILlrXg_SJVclUpm2TbK1qsKsfvdOYR-nFkm2zLROvsrkp_Bo5pjTd3tGFuLaIEvZgLGqyGuqBn8kzXMaYHVk5bC589qcni9UQ-zksZZP9R-JWhjgYyD9EXTHtHYkTH1JmPv8fB_V82o" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhG8YVKxI8aUpkoHQ5y9d6DDCG-sgY2RqQO706s1EK4e83livsLILlrXg_SJVclUpm2TbK1qsKsfvdOYR-nFkm2zLROvsrkp_Bo5pjTd3tGFuLaIEvZgLGqyGuqBn8kzXMaYHVk5bC589qcni9UQ-zksZZP9R-JWhjgYyD9EXTHtHYkTH1JmPv8fB_V82o" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Vuelve el aullido </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">del lobo poderoso</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">arrastrando las hojas </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">por el suelo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">esperando a la presa, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">invisible,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">a que muestre su contorno,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">igual que el perfil de la montaña</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">enseña a la mañana el talle</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que se extiende</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">en una sábana de sombras.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Vuelve el aullido </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">del lobo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que calla a tiempo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">dispersa colores,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">los mueve de sitio,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">eleva,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">distrae,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">lo mismo que un niño que corre </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y no se para.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-77312705281269100902026-10-24T00:00:00.000+02:002026-10-24T00:00:00.119+02:00En lo alto del monte<div><p data-pm-slice="1 1 []"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5GcAg5zVPQgTUwrC7dRUNPyv5c8DFyRijKG4UR1j2qVgri8NI0SB-HSHDzI-HX6frK4Y0MYc7PBy-Scmw7h38Tt7vPWEVo4Jbj_LMSvmm31QlhGjQ7-idjChqtJTTmRkWAynVp2IyGCbhW4kU6xfHfTwyhbtjK44_0Cp6r59JMmEGJRJcSjCyNGSz7fY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5GcAg5zVPQgTUwrC7dRUNPyv5c8DFyRijKG4UR1j2qVgri8NI0SB-HSHDzI-HX6frK4Y0MYc7PBy-Scmw7h38Tt7vPWEVo4Jbj_LMSvmm31QlhGjQ7-idjChqtJTTmRkWAynVp2IyGCbhW4kU6xfHfTwyhbtjK44_0Cp6r59JMmEGJRJcSjCyNGSz7fY" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span><p></p><p data-pm-slice="1 1 []"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p data-pm-slice="1 1 []"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Brilla la estrella en lo alto del monte <br />y la niña morena le canta nanas </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con voz serena. <br /><br />De la luna penden cascabeles,<br />poniéndole música </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">a la niña morena <br />que canta descalza a la estrella. <br /><br />Titila la estrella, <br />le ríe con lágrimas de luces <br />a la niña morena.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-39507221689135736232026-10-23T00:00:00.000+02:002026-10-23T00:00:00.117+02:00La atalaya<div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSdsaMfwWbhtBSP4xrJ8V4OwlXAWVTF3xY_KBDjDdZBL68lDx5mw6EDWLiCGcveIjK-WFF6Pey-Q1h-DwqRZi4LNhC45OBIUGc9ycVhB-vhTRMg764LvW8xM18E7zIh7d796zVa3W3_fhPzJs8iVUGXf7fQUEMOM32Ly_DxKcWW23nXcSLn_vHVybdWgQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="334" data-original-width="500" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSdsaMfwWbhtBSP4xrJ8V4OwlXAWVTF3xY_KBDjDdZBL68lDx5mw6EDWLiCGcveIjK-WFF6Pey-Q1h-DwqRZi4LNhC45OBIUGc9ycVhB-vhTRMg764LvW8xM18E7zIh7d796zVa3W3_fhPzJs8iVUGXf7fQUEMOM32Ly_DxKcWW23nXcSLn_vHVybdWgQ" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">En lo alto del cerro la atalaya,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">vigilante,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">obsesiva,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">quieta,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">observa el valle.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">Vigía los pasos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">que deja el caminante,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">redobla la guardia,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">acecha cada piedra del camino.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">Abajo, en el huerto,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">un hombre recoge</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">el fruto del trabajo.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682415954578945975.post-34094444323585508232026-10-22T00:00:00.000+02:002026-10-22T00:00:00.120+02:00El recuerdo<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4IQKnxbdS5wz-MW80p_uZslek_oxO1VTSv8qARN3naiiTZrj8D4zFpI3hMFLKVOTuGZVe0LJDH6HCI7N-kNDBw2PNeFiB-6NP2tQ787QOrhrE-EWZDJOOnHj5BT8EJ3ljZZUCrULNk1mSD9SsnR3C5YjlxFgd3CVxSfilcraitFbDVeFmNEG_Pywsg6E" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4IQKnxbdS5wz-MW80p_uZslek_oxO1VTSv8qARN3naiiTZrj8D4zFpI3hMFLKVOTuGZVe0LJDH6HCI7N-kNDBw2PNeFiB-6NP2tQ787QOrhrE-EWZDJOOnHj5BT8EJ3ljZZUCrULNk1mSD9SsnR3C5YjlxFgd3CVxSfilcraitFbDVeFmNEG_Pywsg6E" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagen generada por IA de Google Gémini</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Es eco persistente </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y que no acaba,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que martillea el yunque </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">con su acero,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">es esa grande </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">o pequeña historia</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que resbala por paredes de memoria.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Es el recuerdo </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">un peso sin balanza,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">una piedra </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que se incrusta en el calzado,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">un golpe de viento que desplaza</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y frena, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">de golpe, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">al caminante.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Golpe a golpe,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">tañen las campanas del recuerdo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">llamando a la reunión con el pasado,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">cubriendo de sonidos al silencio.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Como una hoja del libro </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">que se arranca</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">y se guarda en el bolsillo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">dejando un resto,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">un trozo de papel.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Un papel roto que se pega con celo.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"© Joan Francesc Vivancos Gallego, 2010-2026. Todos los derechos reservados. Queda prohibida la reproducción total o parcial de estos versos sin autorización expresa del autor."Joan Vivancoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09042266378646049935noreply@blogger.com0