Smord'n & Lap

Smord'n & LapPalíndroms per a palindromòfils, palindromòlegs, palindromaníacs, palindromitzadors, palindromístics, palindromers, palindromistes i palindromaires.noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)Sun, 6 Apr 2025 23:48:08 +0200Blogger http://www.blogger.com366125http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/en-usnoPalíndroms per a palindromòfils, palindromòlegs, palindromaníacs, palindromitzadors, palindromístics, palindromers, palindromistes i palindromaires.Palíndroms per a palindromòfils, palindromòlegs, palindromaníacs, palindromitzadors, palindromístics, palindromers, palindromistes i palindromaires.noreply@blogger.comOda. Saber rebasado. http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2018/04/oda-saber-rebasado.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)Mon, 9 Apr 2018 16:30:00 +0200tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-6239461545751233056 Oda:  Mirad eso... no sé. Se da de sí, mayor al crecer aplanada.  Lisa nada; lisa, solapada rima. Mírala, mide su poema y ya danza. Pasé a mi radical paladar tal odiarte,  letra, en racimos apedrearte, rara palabra. Rap sideral. ¡Bah!  Leed:  "Oí de ti, mar de miseria, frío vaso salobre..." Va, mirad:  "Allá cae, decrece; musa y diosa, la luna os 0Ateo, poco poeta.http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2013/04/ateo-poco-poeta.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)Thu, 18 Apr 2013 09:57:00 +0200tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-1768082608447808769                  ¿Solos, acaso?                                  Id y ahondad: No hay dios acá.                                                &2<link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/07/va-y-su-manera-se-va-sereno.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2012 07:19:00 +0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-46221519728758827</guid><description>   Se va y, a su manera, se va sereno. Se va, usada rima le da, la de la “…mirada suave, son eres. Aves, arena, musa; ya ves.”                 </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Un final palindrómicohttp://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/07/final-palindromico.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)Tue, 3 Jul 2012 22:31:00 +0200tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-3931155800938867476 0<link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/04/eh-con-e-de-piano-casi-saco-naipe-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 23:40:00 +0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-1342622036931131982</guid><description>¡Eh!, con 'E', de PIANO casi saco NAIPE. ...De noche.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/04/derrocaremos-la-corona-rey-era-no-roca.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 00:38:00 +0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-18414375547896689</guid><description>Derrocaremos a la corona; rey era, no roca, la somera. ¡Corred!</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/04/de-sal-naced-de-goce.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Thu, 5 Apr 2012 20:20:00 +0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-6666628510711114017</guid><description>De sal naced,  de goce. Traed  árbol, atraed  idiomas. Os amo, id.  ¡Idear tal obra  de arte! ¡Coged!  De can, la sed.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/03/orar-ese-verbo-lo-dais-medida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2012 00:27:00 +0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-5089730926802632121</guid><description>¿Orar?, ese verbo lo dais a medida. Yo ya di demasiado; lo breve sé raro.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/03/y-el-retendle-si-es-artero-nazi-tamana.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2012 12:58:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-8511198887835811631</guid><description> “ Él, raro. Vedle, sí, es artero, ¿nazi?, ¡tamaña mitra usa ese Papa! Pese a su artimaña” – matiza- “no retraséis el devorarle.”</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/03/naves-rapanui-ni-una-para-se-van.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 18:03:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-1544154692246283993</guid><description>¿Naves a Rapanuí? Ni una para, se van.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Siete millas:http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/03/amor-siete-millas.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)Wed, 21 Mar 2012 10:43:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-6440075975448595199 Amor a siete millas:  “Amada, tu misiva olí,  me transmutó el yo.  Hoy leo tu ‘msn’. ¿Arte? Mi loa vi, sí, mutada…  mas allí metéis aroma”. 0<link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/03/ser-ama-sera-mas-alevosa-la-sal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2012 17:32:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-1903562054417231673</guid><description>Ser, ama, será más alevosa la sal. Sí, ésa lo secó. Refleja, bajel, feroces olas, e islas, alas o velas, amares... a mares. </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/03/de-cera-pasada-hedor-ocre-su-tono.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2012 00:16:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-7120473286931112077</guid><description>De cera pasada, hedor; ocre, su tono repele, pero no tu ser. Coro de hadas, ¡apareced! </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/03/oigo-le-leo-le-veria-leyo-y-el-aire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Fri, 9 Mar 2012 10:21:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-7422438395177378250</guid><description>"Oigo… le leo… le vería"– leyó; y el aire veló el elogio. </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/03/eva-ya-ve-un-ave-una-ve-un-ave.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Sun, 4 Mar 2012 18:14:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-570820207915396498</guid><description>Eva ya ve un ave, Una ve… un ave. Lee, se va, ¿la ve?, Se eleva, nueva, nueva, nueva,                          ya ve.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/03/se-ver-usar-esa-mirada-con-ella-lleno.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Sat, 3 Mar 2012 13:25:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-1890373522085498793</guid><description>Sé ver, usar esa mirada; con ella lleno cada rima, ¿será su revés?</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/03/arde-mi-ser-esola-yedra-y-yo-he-de-ser.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Thu, 1 Mar 2012 14:12:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-2126615020769819905</guid><description> Arde mi ser, es ola, yedra, y yo he de ser ese de hoy, y arde, ya lo seré si medra.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>DECÁLOGO DEL PALÍNDROMO CASI PERFECTOhttp://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/02/decalogo-del-palindromo-casi-perfecto.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)Sun, 26 Feb 2012 22:09:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-2818695361347601455    Entre mediados del 2006 y principos dell año 2007 varios miembros del Club Palindromista Internacional participamos en un debate por iniciativa de Pere Ruiz sobre cómo habría de ser un palíndromo perfecto. Pere presentó, como punto de partida, un decálogo confeccionado por él mismo en el que proponía los puntos principales que debería cumplir una frase capicúa para ser tildada0<link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/02/aninada-dama-amada-danina.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 08:30:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-8735564535655148166</guid><description>Aniñada dama, amada, dañina.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/02/otro-crecera-para-parecer-corto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2012 20:40:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-336785502708192165</guid><description> Otro crecerá para parecer corto.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/02/en-racimos-apedrearte-rara-palabra-rap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 19:50:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-5310537403646788644</guid><description>  En racimos apedrearte,  rara palabra, rap sideral.   La caótica trama, la mar, tácito acallaré.    Disparar bala                         para retraer,                                           &</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2012/02/ya-lo-se-vive-sola-y.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 08:20:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-2310658012777550022</guid><description> Ya lo sé, vive sola. ¿Y…?</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2011/12/odas-pares.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 01:05:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-7671036877085679323</guid><description> Odas a pares. Seis odas nacieron y yo, harto, ideé la siete. Va, ya vete, Isa. Lee, di otra hoy.  Y no reí, cansado...   Si es, será pasado.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2011/12/si-evasor-olor-olfateo-para-pobre-voz-o.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 23:37:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-4603877995097381039</guid><description> -Si evasor olor olfateo…  -¡Para!, pobre voz o verbo para poeta. -...flor olorosa veis.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://lapsuspal.blogspot.com/2011/12/live-now-on-evil.html</link><category>English</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (xavi torres)</author><pubDate>Tue, 6 Dec 2011 00:45:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6744370321925924520.post-3810102182103561590</guid><description> live now on evil</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>