tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57357802789194473282024-03-13T04:34:57.683+01:00 Alas en azulMª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-59329021605374465042022-07-26T23:58:00.000+02:002022-10-05T00:01:05.229+02:00II Edición de La noche de las velas <p> II Edición de La noche de las velas en Diego Álvaro, mi pueblo.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaquEp6yNYnwy8IBUveheDePsVYLUI2eSs4mHP_E9y058xDpsbj10WLVR2jpeJtVbviLVqExrjACO8aXHpZ05PJehw91HVZgJVV61gzOhjcOjAu5l3wUULqePtW3qc01l3vdDTOBpx6n0Tl1PcC0-_LR9__qk5XuF3y_-s1YbLb8JNKZA9PRK5RhI3A/s4624/20220723_221631.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="2604" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaquEp6yNYnwy8IBUveheDePsVYLUI2eSs4mHP_E9y058xDpsbj10WLVR2jpeJtVbviLVqExrjACO8aXHpZ05PJehw91HVZgJVV61gzOhjcOjAu5l3wUULqePtW3qc01l3vdDTOBpx6n0Tl1PcC0-_LR9__qk5XuF3y_-s1YbLb8JNKZA9PRK5RhI3A/w225-h400/20220723_221631.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Si queréis acompañarme, allí os espero. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bnQT7-1FyUbTVC1635P5noRTglZddJq8jk-o8uNUSzphQCEcF1cGMiJYcwzkSBKWpjgO-rB-LEoDf1mfkMTmxe3zPGCjyi9jEtgrZPQNsTTRcZHWKMoGGZbCvfVFEIvXsJyY8hBT-YZ4aHdLxpjVgrXsP4gJwvIZK5jBiHhx8JbrVN1qFr0qBU1DOg/s1063/maria_teresa_sanchez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1063" data-original-width="859" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bnQT7-1FyUbTVC1635P5noRTglZddJq8jk-o8uNUSzphQCEcF1cGMiJYcwzkSBKWpjgO-rB-LEoDf1mfkMTmxe3zPGCjyi9jEtgrZPQNsTTRcZHWKMoGGZbCvfVFEIvXsJyY8hBT-YZ4aHdLxpjVgrXsP4gJwvIZK5jBiHhx8JbrVN1qFr0qBU1DOg/w518-h640/maria_teresa_sanchez.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-9235895913612023292021-11-06T11:22:00.001+01:002021-11-06T11:22:47.119+01:00El jardín de noviembre<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1TOE8bJs9U/YYZVmbUVyKI/AAAAAAAACCE/3r2QqIERjB0X1imKBkyotXf3Bj51LYJUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG-20171104-WA0001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1TOE8bJs9U/YYZVmbUVyKI/AAAAAAAACCE/3r2QqIERjB0X1imKBkyotXf3Bj51LYJUQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/IMG-20171104-WA0001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b>Nostalgia de luz</b></span></span></div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">Pálida frente del cielo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bésame única rosa en los labios</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cristalinos de agua</div><div style="text-align: center;">lloran esta tarde contemplándose</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Queden así perennes</div><div style="text-align: center;">los cabellos largos que cubren el rostro</div><div style="text-align: center;">Telón cae</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pátina esmeralda </div><div style="text-align: center;">y no ver más allá,</div></b></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><b>el jardín solamente</b></span></span></div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El frío hiela las lágrimas</div><div style="text-align: center;">en un cristal de grises</div><div style="text-align: center;">Perfumes de hierbabuena</div><div style="text-align: center;">son bálsamo para la nostalgia.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">¿Dónde está?</div><div style="text-align: center;">¿Dónde está el jardín mío de Noviembre?</div></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> </div>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-42449852389715249342021-09-04T00:35:00.003+02:002021-09-04T00:35:31.193+02:00Inmersión<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTad7HmXXHs/YTKiyn5Z-QI/AAAAAAAACA0/ItdwuVKfrjUPKfDjUFAi-m6v_bw2yelUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Inmersi%25C3%25B3n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="1399" height="298" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcCUoNV6hCE/YJcrlNUm_iI/AAAAAAAAB80/C1_Oqs82O6M7ICI-bi6zYEYcXqsPgS0IQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h298/alone-2666433_1920.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span face=""Open Sans", Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #191b26; margin: 0px; white-space: nowrap;">Imagen de <a href="https://pixabay.com/es/users/graehawk-4550074/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=2666433" style="color: #191b26; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px; outline: none;">Grae Dickason</a> en <a href="https://pixabay.com/es/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=2666433" style="color: #191b26; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px; outline: none;">Pixabay</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Primavera oscura</b></span></span></div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">en la que el aire solidifica,</div><div style="text-align: center;">quizá mañana olvide</div><div style="text-align: center;">tus flores crucificadas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">estériles para siempre.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quizá mañana olvide</div><div style="text-align: center;">y me sumerja en el océano tibio</div><div style="text-align: center;">de criaturas uniformes,</div><div style="text-align: center;">pero hoy pretendo</div><div style="text-align: center;">resucitar a los muertos</div><div style="text-align: center;">con un verso en los labios.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Golpearé con mi aldaba</div></b></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>puertas de insolencia</b></span></span></div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">acercaré mis candiles</div><div style="text-align: center;">a extinguidas luminarias.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bramarán las trompetas</div><div style="text-align: center;">vaticinio de abriles</div><div style="text-align: center;">en la plaza del escándalo.</div></b></span><br /></div>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-79878635146241829562021-04-18T23:56:00.002+02:002021-04-19T00:00:02.143+02:00VARITA MÁGICA<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-51KdW1t5fis/YHyqpoaVq-I/AAAAAAAAB7w/bRR0e0V_eF4JIV_s8c6nRG2I3zQgwnCjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_20210313_162348.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="587" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-51KdW1t5fis/YHyqpoaVq-I/AAAAAAAAB7w/bRR0e0V_eF4JIV_s8c6nRG2I3zQgwnCjQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h587/IMG_20210313_162348.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">El gran universo que te crea</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">por ti se convulsiona como el dios que eres<br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">para que recojas las lágrimas<br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">y derrames sobre la Vida tus dones.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">Por ti las hojas alcanzan la copa de los árboles<br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">y caen después muriendo,<br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">junto a tus pies de roble se descomponen<br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">hasta el humus de la resurrección.<br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">Ante ti los ángeles más excelsos<br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">se arrodillan y adoran la miseria de tu carne<br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">para que crezcas<br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">y despiertes del invierno que te ahoga.<br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">Por ti, <br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">p</span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">ara que sepas<br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">los milagros que puedes hacer<br /></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">con la varita mágica de la vida.</span></span></div>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-89430361171526541172021-03-21T13:21:00.004+01:002021-03-21T13:27:37.926+01:00Versos de esperanza<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">A TODOS LOS POETAS Y LECTORES DE POESÍA ¡FELIZ DÍA DE LA POESÍA!</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7YmrlH3ry8/YFc7dc_W6-I/AAAAAAAAB6w/5AB1Ih_dYAE_AOCUePhuohx7mt3Iwfe7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1929/Versos%2Bde%2Besperanza%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1929" data-original-width="1724" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7YmrlH3ry8/YFc7dc_W6-I/AAAAAAAAB6w/5AB1Ih_dYAE_AOCUePhuohx7mt3Iwfe7gCLcBGAsYHQ/w572-h640/Versos%2Bde%2Besperanza%2Bcopia.jpg" width="572" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-75563198630608487642021-02-28T02:25:00.006+01:002021-02-28T02:26:35.358+01:00Mil mariposas<span style="background-color: #bae583; color: #323232;"><div style="color: #000066; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/02/08/17/24/butterfly-2049567_960_720.jpg" style="color: #011901; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="360" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/02/08/17/24/butterfly-2049567_960_720.jpg" style="background: transparent; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mil mariposas, con sus alas, </span></b></span></div></span><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">colman de besos las mejillas de la tarde </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">y la tarde, </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">ante semejante ternura, </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">se deja besar </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">pero ignora la lluvia ácida que se avecina. </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">En la encrucijada de la calle </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WlznrZdj6W4/SPuKgFZ2bXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bLwY0ZGFmM4/s1600-h/mariposas-kelvin-hudson-229x300.jpg" style="color: #011901; text-decoration-line: none;"></a>amanece la vida, </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">su luz imprevista ilumina la realidad ingrata, </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">espada de fuego </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">que sella las puertas del paraíso </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">donde ya no se puede volver. </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Te dirán </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">que las alas de mariposa no dejan huella, </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">mientras el reloj avanza </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">con pasos de gigante, nadie le detiene. </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ahora, sé que buscarás </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">en las paredes en blanco </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">las mariposas que grabaron </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">con el cincel de sus alas </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">garabatos en la cordura.</span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Y el reloj </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">que baja la calle cargado de reliquias </span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">se desconcierta en el tiempo.</span></b></span></div></div></span>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-53447912139603919182021-01-24T18:38:00.002+01:002021-01-24T18:38:36.870+01:00LA NANA TRISTE<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwdQsQYddt4/YA2wgsJdMmI/AAAAAAAAB5A/97ob6uY0nBY8YqelsonVEYnBoko17lEXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Portada%2Bcuentos%2Bprincipal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1541" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwdQsQYddt4/YA2wgsJdMmI/AAAAAAAAB5A/97ob6uY0nBY8YqelsonVEYnBoko17lEXwCLcBGAsYHQ/w482-h640/Portada%2Bcuentos%2Bprincipal.jpg" width="482" /></a></div><br />Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-33740642199459348682021-01-16T20:42:00.000+01:002021-01-16T20:42:03.883+01:00Destellos de libertad<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4XeqzdBtKfI/YAM_uJicbcI/AAAAAAAAB4c/YVUtdGY2O_cNEk-VmRjNcqe-iVMq4YueQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Destellos%2Bde%2Blibertad%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mtY23MMtAwk/X_JIkUeSZuI/AAAAAAAAB3w/lM99zk6kUfMC3y-RPh3ncOXNumLRPS3jACLcBGAsYHQ/s949/Dedicatoria%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="932" data-original-width="949" height="628" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mtY23MMtAwk/X_JIkUeSZuI/AAAAAAAAB3w/lM99zk6kUfMC3y-RPh3ncOXNumLRPS3jACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h628/Dedicatoria%2Bcopia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-18836374385106233022021-01-03T17:59:00.005+01:002021-01-06T02:49:27.756+01:00Pareciera que el mundo esta noche<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Zt76wQyY2c/X_H3V8mxCTI/AAAAAAAAB3c/czp2q-bprlkHx6Kms0AHsobfMNUlMqK-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1536/reyes-magos.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1001" data-original-width="1536" height="418" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Zt76wQyY2c/X_H3V8mxCTI/AAAAAAAAB3c/czp2q-bprlkHx6Kms0AHsobfMNUlMqK-wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h418/reyes-magos.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Creador: Cardens Design | Imagen propiedad de: Shutterstock / Cardens D</div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><b>Pareciera que esta noche el mundo duerme</b></span></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>entre las ansiadas sábanas de la paz.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Que los niños se sacian de pechos como lunas</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>henchidos de leche dulce de mieles.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pareciera extinto el llanto,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>extintas las mentes</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>capaces de asfixiar la inocencia</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>para alimentar con su pureza</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>el vientre insaciable de la bestia.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pareciera que el mundo duerme</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>acunado por vientos astrales portadores de música,</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>pareciera que despierta de su pesar</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>y que la emoción creadora concebida por los poetas</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>florece en boca de todos los hombres.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Pareciera que el mundo esta noche…</b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><br /></b></span></div><p><span style="color: #274e13;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><br /></p>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-83007194629815613162020-12-31T14:48:00.005+01:002020-12-31T14:56:15.969+01:00Poemas de mis libros "A través de la ventana" y "Diálogos al Alba" en la Fonoteca de Poesía<p><a href="https://fonotecapoesia.com/maria-teresa-sanchez-martin/">https://fonotecapoesia.com/maria-teresa-sanchez-martin/</a></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/Sqp2dE_1bzE">https://youtu.be/Sqp2dE_1bzE</a><br /></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/P7RkL7X2Oc4">https://youtu.be/P7RkL7X2Oc4</a><br /></p><p><br /></p>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-86046421087962066162020-12-24T01:08:00.008+01:002020-12-24T01:30:19.075+01:00Niño bajo un árbol ¡¡FELIZ NAVIDAD!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-aKaHAlebY/X-Pg42LzgKI/AAAAAAAAB24/eBMyUScySrYXfI0gu_spUev4y8wETmJZACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_20181216_182628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-aKaHAlebY/X-Pg42LzgKI/AAAAAAAAB24/eBMyUScySrYXfI0gu_spUev4y8wETmJZACLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/IMG_20181216_182628.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Alguien dejó un niño olvidado<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">bajo un árbol de frutos resplandecientes<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">en la plaza de una ciudad engalanada.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Alguien dejó un niño sin rostro,<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">olvidado,<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">un niño con todos los rostros olvidados.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Quedó allí y no lloró<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">ya había derramado todas sus lágrimas.<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La gente pasó vestida de fiesta,<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">nadie vio nada.<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Alguien dejó un niño olvidado<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">en las calles del mundo, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">a</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">lguien que olvidó la humildad de un establo.</span></span></div>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-5655448252634352392020-12-08T18:39:00.005+01:002020-12-08T18:39:58.056+01:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8MPmwF6lI/X8-6OsWMl1I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/4yVILilxttk4LJjqIJYNx5TZ6OZzIXEPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_20190608_185231%2B-%2BDi%25C3%25A1logo%2Bcon%2Bla%2Bmusa%2Bcopia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1923" data-original-width="2048" height="538" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8MPmwF6lI/X8-6OsWMl1I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/4yVILilxttk4LJjqIJYNx5TZ6OZzIXEPwCLcBGAsYHQ/w573-h538/IMG_20190608_185231%2B-%2BDi%25C3%25A1logo%2Bcon%2Bla%2Bmusa%2Bcopia.jpg" width="573" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-48391347310140886342020-11-25T18:23:00.009+01:002020-11-25T18:34:52.729+01:00TODOS LOS ESPEJOS<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">En memoria de las víctimas de la violencia de género. <br />Con ellas mi corazón, mi ánimo y mi fuerza.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="background-color: #bae583; clear: both; color: #323232; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5MPy3wg8ak/VlWx83lyj5I/AAAAAAAABJA/ZBqW_QW64rs/s1600/20131104_violencia_de_genero.jpg" style="color: #275034; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" height="562" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5MPy3wg8ak/VlWx83lyj5I/AAAAAAAABJA/ZBqW_QW64rs/w640-h562/20131104_violencia_de_genero.jpg" style="background: transparent; border-radius: 0px; border: 1px solid transparent; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></div><div style="background-color: #bae583; color: #323232; text-align: center;"><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Me robaron los espejos</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">para que no pudiera reconocerme.</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Fui hogar, puerto,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">sostén, fortaleza,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">remanso, caverna de silencio,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">cobertor, refugio, paño de lágrimas,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">umbría en verano, en invierno hoguera,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">alcoba, vestidor y lecho.</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Fui tierra fecunda,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">día laboral, nunca festivo,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">inventora de tiempo,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">desheredada del ocio, </span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">vida entera en ara de sacrificio</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Fui despensa generosa,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">cuna, columpio y escuela,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">sanatorio y velada,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">espalda robusta y arrullo,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">piel marcada a hierro de dueño</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Fui alfombra herida de ardientes espuelas,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">vertedero de todos los residuos,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">fui sombra, no cuerpo,</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">apellido sin nombre ni estrella.</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Pero hoy abrí los ojos.</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Encendí las luces siempre vertidas en mi alma</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">y abrazada al influjo de la luna</span></span></div><div class="Normal2"><span lang="ES-TRAD"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">bebí de la fuente donde brotan todos los espejos.</span></span></div></div></div>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-54759950530104287782020-11-16T00:49:00.004+01:002020-11-16T00:49:44.284+01:00Los pies descalzos del Maestro<br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDsijwd1Dg/X7G7fgGI-8I/AAAAAAAAB0I/9VY8YRZ90RIHuHfMoYm6gSqfcZ8dydSqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s270/Pies%2Bdescalzos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="175" data-original-width="270" height="259" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDsijwd1Dg/X7G7fgGI-8I/AAAAAAAAB0I/9VY8YRZ90RIHuHfMoYm6gSqfcZ8dydSqwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h259/Pies%2Bdescalzos.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Es el ritmo libre </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">de los pies descalzos, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">que el viento en la hierba </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">verde en la ladera </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">inclina hacia el mar. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Sigue el paso firme </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">por el campo abierto, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">en la arena ardiente, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">en camino ciegos </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">de la gran ciudad. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Caminar errante </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">abriendo caminos </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">que canta el poeta, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">sólo dejan senda </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">de agua y de sal, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">mas la huella firme </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">de la piel desnuda, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">molde voluntario </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">que deja en el barro </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">su huella y se va, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">abre los caminos </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">marca buen sendero, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">su entrega sincera </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">es huella en la piedra. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">No se borrará.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /></span></div><br /></div>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-32977563694536807502020-11-01T01:09:00.007+01:002020-11-01T01:10:50.062+01:00Nudismo<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Si sirviera </span></div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">quitarse la máscara </div><div style="text-align: center;">y quedar desnudos, </div><div style="text-align: center;">trasparentes, </div><div style="text-align: center;">ante los ojos del aire. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pero el aire sufre </div><div style="text-align: center;">la impureza del escándalo, </div><div style="text-align: center;">aquí, la desnudez es lasciva. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">En la calle se suceden los desfiles, </div><div style="text-align: center;">penitentes ebrios </div><div style="text-align: center;">pisan los clavos de los crucificados, </div><div style="text-align: center;">las manos de los mendigos, </div><div style="text-align: center;">las bocas de los hambrientos, </div><div style="text-align: center;">las heridas de los vivos, </div><div style="text-align: center;">la felicidad de los locos. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Entablar la huida sería fácil. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Huir hacia la contemplación, </div><div style="text-align: center;">olvidar la rotación del mundo, </div><div style="text-align: center;">desnudos y absortos ante el milagro </div><div style="text-align: center;">de una flor de intensísimo azul, </div><div style="text-align: center;">minúscula, </div><div style="text-align: center;">sobreviviendo en el corazón de una roca. </div></span> <br /><br />Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-18110382283374553872020-10-23T18:31:00.002+02:002020-10-23T18:32:22.869+02:00Las últimas espigas<p><span style="font-size: medium;"> Decía Miguel Delibes en su discurso de ingreso en la Real Academia Española: ¿...Qué será de un paisaje sin hombres que en él habiten de continuo y que son los que le confieren realidad y sentido...? ¿...Qué interés tiene preservar la Naturaleza ... si no se puede encontrar allí a los que saben dar su nombre a la montaña, y que al hacerlo, la dan vida?... </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxmFmr_7xhc/Wq2we02j0WI/AAAAAAAABbk/URfFrPT7es4le2b49ON1M2meNFcC2wsSACLcBGAs/s1600/centeno-kws-Gattano.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="546" data-original-width="1000" height="347" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxmFmr_7xhc/Wq2we02j0WI/AAAAAAAABbk/URfFrPT7es4le2b49ON1M2meNFcC2wsSACLcBGAs/s640/centeno-kws-Gattano.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Yo recogí las espigas</span><br /><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">de la tierra de mi padre</span><br /><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">cuando los guardianes del mundo<br />andaban solos por los caminos.<br />Ladraban los lebreles<br />y el eco repetía lejanamente<br />los nombres de los muertos.</span><br /><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><br /><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #274e13;"> </span>La luz tornasolada desciende<br />al encuentro con la noche,<br />los senderos desolados,<br />ni un alma frecuenta<br />los montes atardecidos.</span><br /><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><br /><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #274e13;"> </span>Cuando vuelvan, si regresan,<br />se habrán borrado los nombres<br />del lugar y de las cosas.</span><br /><br /><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Caerá la lluvia, llanto sin consuelo<br />por el abandono y el olvido.<br /><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #274e13;"> </span></span><br /><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Yo recogí las espigas<br />supervivientes de la postrera siembra,<br />las últimas espigas<br />de la tierra de mi padre.</span><br /><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Pan de centeno traigo<br />para alimentar los nombres<br />del lugar y de las cosas.<br />Pan de centeno traigo<br />para el recuerdo y tus ojos.</span></b></div><b><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: #274e13;"></span></b><br />Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-91783255365944297792020-09-29T20:24:00.005+02:002020-09-29T21:09:41.781+02:00Sin horizonte<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uxKsuRW4Kfs/X3OGWiWSNyI/AAAAAAAABy0/zHB4M50iMbkq0mXnHn_7Edt3bQPJAFsDACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/Ropa%2Btendida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="960" height="284" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uxKsuRW4Kfs/X3OGWiWSNyI/AAAAAAAABy0/zHB4M50iMbkq0mXnHn_7Edt3bQPJAFsDACLcBGAsYHQ/w544-h284/Ropa%2Btendida.jpg" width="544" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">En los callejones de los suburbios</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">negados del mediodía</div><div style="text-align: center;">las sábanas tendidas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">presas sus alas, </div><div style="text-align: center;">hondean sin horizonte para el vuelo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">No son banderas,</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">son pañuelos blancos</div><div style="text-align: center;">clamando el auxilio</div><div style="text-align: center;">que les urge y,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sin embargo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ignoran.</div></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-6778357848845769992020-08-31T13:51:00.003+02:002020-08-31T13:58:55.695+02:00Dulce herida<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">¿Por qué el amor nos hiere?</div></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">Si somos nube que se descompone,</div></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">pupila de una vela en el corazón de una estrella,</div></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">corpúsculo en el gran océano no medido.</div></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">¿Por qué el amor nos hiere?</div></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">Si nuestro breve camino</span></div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">apenas se divisa</div></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">desde la orilla insondable del universo</div></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">y no se escucha el llanto de su fin.</div></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;">Si nuestra sombra no existe</span></div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">donde solo existe luz.</div></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">¿Por qué el amor nos hiere?</div></span><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">¿Lo sabes tú?</div></span></h3>
Mª Teresa Sánchez Martínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317144608254997219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735780278919447328.post-35345156541463340192020-07-15T19:20:00.002+02:002020-07-15T19:24:20.487+02:00Memoria de la luz<h3 style="text-align: left;">
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