tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12166329344092362122024-03-13T06:51:25.686+00:00fotopoetaJaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-59596992369091040002010-11-06T19:39:00.000+00:002010-11-06T19:41:23.926+00:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWlHYAyys9EvVb4e_foh7_F6pJGqaKf88aDGnQZhXoK8Tdv7-pL3vlq3JSSB-v2v-4VgTQOZlrz_0XeyyqAliSFb920B7OcS9DimUTAr3pBhficlAFRKsC5yzyZUonsZD3Ewi9uqIe5yg/s1600/paula1+copia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536523939602789218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWlHYAyys9EvVb4e_foh7_F6pJGqaKf88aDGnQZhXoK8Tdv7-pL3vlq3JSSB-v2v-4VgTQOZlrz_0XeyyqAliSFb920B7OcS9DimUTAr3pBhficlAFRKsC5yzyZUonsZD3Ewi9uqIe5yg/s400/paula1+copia.jpg" /></a> <p>La bella muchacha de ojos azules</p><p>entraba y salía simpre que quería de mis sueños.</p><p>Manejaba a su antojo mis excentricidades de buzo,</p><p>y yo hacía todo cuanto ella quería.</p><p>Un día, sin embargo, dejó de venir,</p><p>y yo me quedé sumido en una gran tristeza.</p><p>La busqué desesperadamente por entre los paisajes de la noche,</p><p>pero todo intento fue en vano.</p><p>Han transcurrido, desde entonces, treinta y cinco lunas,</p><p>y sigo sin saber nada de ella.</p><p>A veces le escribo versos como éste,</p><p>mientras los ojos se me llenan de lágrimas,</p><p>y el alma de fuego.</p><br /><br /><br /></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-14758687585068555332010-11-06T19:20:00.000+00:002010-11-06T19:21:45.538+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6yxK-KH_SCwCWnjTWbLpWhp54ZWN6LkcOynM_LfoDygn6HdUukpeaaH8vu_Kwim-CdTlVKR1PByu_bTa0W2wbj7r9YWFi3okf2Zs4HjubWrOfmzgqZ8-7piAR9iPxGFwHGt3aAx2xvk/s1600/fa%C3%A7ana.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536519045451750098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6yxK-KH_SCwCWnjTWbLpWhp54ZWN6LkcOynM_LfoDygn6HdUukpeaaH8vu_Kwim-CdTlVKR1PByu_bTa0W2wbj7r9YWFi3okf2Zs4HjubWrOfmzgqZ8-7piAR9iPxGFwHGt3aAx2xvk/s400/fa%C3%A7ana.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-39984876384366612872010-11-06T18:52:00.003+00:002010-11-06T19:06:51.350+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJID0i0CkaLPJ9BensfvP_HvUvsfLkb3jOBnYdm4v5C4L3PNDl1ZwF-KQglpVP8TH_4lCj-oaqflLBeAWHO1GiHe7OMrs-k2PzKknXKVGkltuo_HfPagyzjHByzXPQQsLtY_FJYot6zg/s1600/medieval.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536515219245208146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJID0i0CkaLPJ9BensfvP_HvUvsfLkb3jOBnYdm4v5C4L3PNDl1ZwF-KQglpVP8TH_4lCj-oaqflLBeAWHO1GiHe7OMrs-k2PzKknXKVGkltuo_HfPagyzjHByzXPQQsLtY_FJYot6zg/s400/medieval.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-59881040033613079832010-11-06T18:43:00.000+00:002010-11-06T18:52:18.560+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5u-Gqzd5AbpNS6NX4UD7t7RkHg5t5Ll6eHfZfnkqXA6B-h8Vm3lPSnMxwD1XUH5tA7P_wWzC5Nq-woPULTD1uVllmCsEM_zB3uBPsTWJVSzN82ghdsDx1sBx7_sBWQV7WyYyUiGs20s/s1600/esperant.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536511482440793138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5u-Gqzd5AbpNS6NX4UD7t7RkHg5t5Ll6eHfZfnkqXA6B-h8Vm3lPSnMxwD1XUH5tA7P_wWzC5Nq-woPULTD1uVllmCsEM_zB3uBPsTWJVSzN82ghdsDx1sBx7_sBWQV7WyYyUiGs20s/s400/esperant.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-29589587481961285012010-11-06T18:29:00.000+00:002010-11-06T18:42:12.116+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtd-6S9JwJXyOjRuMTJs7ScrlJKsuIul9pfKyyfVNyEqoHMxg2h7g3vPY_ALYZWgyw5k7jp5Ms1TmL49i8p6YOnjEsS3Jn_Eq0JxJ5RQO5hgqd6ZC-xQ_cNNkYYzpwsd92ZabqEd28U00/s1600/buidor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536508872579657074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtd-6S9JwJXyOjRuMTJs7ScrlJKsuIul9pfKyyfVNyEqoHMxg2h7g3vPY_ALYZWgyw5k7jp5Ms1TmL49i8p6YOnjEsS3Jn_Eq0JxJ5RQO5hgqd6ZC-xQ_cNNkYYzpwsd92ZabqEd28U00/s400/buidor.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-4962279966224358072010-11-06T18:25:00.000+00:002010-11-06T18:28:26.371+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgk2qchrkCSl_KkE_R9OIRDFeqw0NWeSSMqVNwua4GTUtdHwZjYE4lyNFGOxJqynC3KDFEOmgLgsRRGPI3YGQjVy8L0oRbIB502HbM8j_2ppLILaOUaiwBfzXF-1lNHmd82tYGEZRPiaA/s1600/finestra2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536505295593471906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgk2qchrkCSl_KkE_R9OIRDFeqw0NWeSSMqVNwua4GTUtdHwZjYE4lyNFGOxJqynC3KDFEOmgLgsRRGPI3YGQjVy8L0oRbIB502HbM8j_2ppLILaOUaiwBfzXF-1lNHmd82tYGEZRPiaA/s400/finestra2.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-66325695934960700602010-07-25T09:46:00.002+00:002010-07-25T09:47:01.884+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">T</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >uve cinco sueños</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > de los cinco</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > tres eran negros</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > uno rojo</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > y el último incoloro.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > Regalé mis sueños</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > a un joven vagabundo que pasaba</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > y resultó ser </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > que ese vagabundo era Dios.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > Pídeme lo que quieras me dijo.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > ¡ Que haya paz y concordia en todo el mundo !</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > Díficil me lo pones...veré lo que puedo hacer ...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > Dicho esto desapareció.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > Desde aquel día han transcurrido más de siete años.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > Mi deseo todavía no se ha cumplido.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > Seguiré esperando.</span></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-70811978634084768582010-07-18T20:47:00.004+00:002010-07-25T09:35:04.236+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatWOFT9b_PIpqa4ji7eQ3h3fueQiwhM4qMNolI53Hbt78IRkzbnaJEP2wMfU868nphDTHnCDydmbQBSw34WTen8VOKRKJFp3hHhN0lwZn6DzYCcFUAVuEp4NHEoLl9odPBi2DXAJjDpM/s1600/anna-tren.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497549324041954338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 325px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatWOFT9b_PIpqa4ji7eQ3h3fueQiwhM4qMNolI53Hbt78IRkzbnaJEP2wMfU868nphDTHnCDydmbQBSw34WTen8VOKRKJFp3hHhN0lwZn6DzYCcFUAVuEp4NHEoLl9odPBi2DXAJjDpM/s400/anna-tren.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaiOE341B2mLkswunodskqAdq6jwfAMOIw1r0Anc-8JEHseMWiPmZz-_swtq_TeLLEHLnJ_8i5zMoRvBTXVaViBF6tEHKPKp28eOECT7SJzuNsBUQwdHog3N4DpJiq-K1yeWi7-6YFpxo/s1600/anna-tren.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">D</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >e vez en cuando viajo solo</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >en vagones de quinta clase</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >voy hacia el sur de todas partes</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >para desubrir lo que no conozco.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >De vez en cuando abro las ventanas</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >para que mis sueños escapen</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >para que penetre la luz del día</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >e impregne de primavera</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >la vieja estancia.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >De vez en cuando</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >le beso a los labios a la vida</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >le doy mil vueltas</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >a una misma cuestión</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >y siempre acabo dormido</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >con la cabeza apoyada en su regazo.</span></div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-58458261318367207502010-07-18T20:45:00.006+00:002010-07-25T09:32:37.852+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht64dz60-hm5f0_tftx0SUQYurNDZ6QIsq_wo8O3nJVTxIVaue3S_b18ZZuLu2ZMII1EU2fkuVqmlsC8A1YEig5Ix6HK9zoE8BDav4rTgTwEJTnvUgrNMjRIT1bULISTwaLoOpDz6Zwys/s1600/nens-tunez.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497533213837776546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 303px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht64dz60-hm5f0_tftx0SUQYurNDZ6QIsq_wo8O3nJVTxIVaue3S_b18ZZuLu2ZMII1EU2fkuVqmlsC8A1YEig5Ix6HK9zoE8BDav4rTgTwEJTnvUgrNMjRIT1bULISTwaLoOpDz6Zwys/s400/nens-tunez.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >i yo fuera Dios</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > pasearía por las calles</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > y por las trincheras</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > os daría sabios consejos </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > a ti y a tu enemigo</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Si yo fuera Dios</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > les daría merienda a todos los niños</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > y también lápices de colores</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > balones de cuero</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > y un futuro repleto de soles.</span></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-10313789378185703812010-07-18T20:43:00.003+00:002010-07-25T09:33:59.198+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkUrmDMV6LwT1w8Df7e3YaAgKZSmDFE4dXXAO0fAfa_cMfUttNvZa08SnhPtprhwQEfGUsym8tFuDe6BU2MgA8LdkNLr-7Tl__RdXnkNsIU2hLH86Zt_GZCX3mApT14j2DdxYbXb2hEE/s1600/call.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497538447014234530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkUrmDMV6LwT1w8Df7e3YaAgKZSmDFE4dXXAO0fAfa_cMfUttNvZa08SnhPtprhwQEfGUsym8tFuDe6BU2MgA8LdkNLr-7Tl__RdXnkNsIU2hLH86Zt_GZCX3mApT14j2DdxYbXb2hEE/s400/call.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">n lugar de trincheras,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">yo uso lápices de colores</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">y una bicicleta para pasear.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">E</span>n lugar de trincheras</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">yo le doy al verso</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">y a las palabras.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">En lugar de trincheras,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">yo le insisto a mi enemigo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">que es mejor empezar de nuevo,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">y avanzar juntos hacia el mar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">En lugar de trincheras,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">simplemente, prefiero cantar.</span></span></span></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-86777714261489152262010-06-12T21:17:00.006+00:002010-07-25T09:36:56.215+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfChU0RkSuke7M_USwmNZf77BVvMMHMrZgMPL-0Ha_1C8-RHnuHzpxhIZBPjpphh4LI7ZTeF4itnLy7pCB89F2snnGjCk0Lrw8tmZZObMUzpvtPHNyi53KWZtWI0x99BVp3LP5tIAq-Gc/s1600/poema3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487536160470641250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 303px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfChU0RkSuke7M_USwmNZf77BVvMMHMrZgMPL-0Ha_1C8-RHnuHzpxhIZBPjpphh4LI7ZTeF4itnLy7pCB89F2snnGjCk0Lrw8tmZZObMUzpvtPHNyi53KWZtWI0x99BVp3LP5tIAq-Gc/s400/poema3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="text-align: center;" ft="'{"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >i tuviera la oportunidad de hacerlo,<br />escribiria mi último poema sobre la faz de la tierra.<br /><br />Un poema que pudiera leerse<br />desde cualquier punto del universo.<br /></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />Un poema muy breve,<br />cuyos versos dirían:</span><br /></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="text-align: center;" ft="'{"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show">"<span style="font-size:130%;"> RESPETAD LA TIERRA<br />Y SUS PAISAJES</span> "<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="text-align: center;" ft="'{"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">nada más que eso.</span></span></span></span></span></h3>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-56021666684263843132010-06-12T21:15:00.006+00:002010-07-25T09:37:47.569+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYCGX7tYmlSj_-ad2iddXTQT2nfqKJxusGJIJ3761RGAQm7yWhNDjL2GW4s4ECfay0xOTqTTz9n0yavKcxdmdNhyxhd8NpKho7qsqoT6kd-ccp1nj80zysFkTOZ8b-gnPWWVAcUDd-Fo/s1600/poema4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487538391647901394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 304px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYCGX7tYmlSj_-ad2iddXTQT2nfqKJxusGJIJ3761RGAQm7yWhNDjL2GW4s4ECfay0xOTqTTz9n0yavKcxdmdNhyxhd8NpKho7qsqoT6kd-ccp1nj80zysFkTOZ8b-gnPWWVAcUDd-Fo/s400/poema4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3mHVN09KMO-ZX8TugGKadxRpj0k3Nrt5LrDpOfNs5_RrWxjE1JKd0d32e_cRcdGVLQ7RhgRWgHtG79yxDYEJ0-hQlCxwzM37Wa8MQr9TkE5X-_befz4KUHRvipV0YH8TpzGcTgqo_3MM/s1600/poema2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span></span>mor meu,<br />he dibuixat en un bloc<br />un paisatge de primavera,<br />l'he pintat amb llapis de colors<br />i he escrit el teu nom al darrera.<br /><br />Amor meu,<br />he sortit al balcó,<br />era de nit,<br />i he guaitat en silenci les estrelles.<br /><br />Amor meu,<br />tu eres entre elles,<br />la més brillant de totes,<br />la més intensa.<br /><br />Amor meu,<br />ja no em queden llàgrimes per plorar-te,<br />prefereixo omplir de pluja la teva absència,<br />i quedar-me assegut sobre la sorra,<br />vora la mar en calma.</span></div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-52564829253908791382010-06-12T21:11:00.002+00:002010-06-27T18:30:04.896+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC0V3xv8j-03HfQW4r00DLeuxMfcNnWDJvC79mllcu5ffFNZVMwT8BVZGzqI0qXb0_jO84IQ3ugW8lzFPSybRUicGX6KsXHfJaq_vaZapVO7ptqV00pZlopekKm6BLQlmcrQuMFRR2QCQ/s1600/poema1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487522427384754050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC0V3xv8j-03HfQW4r00DLeuxMfcNnWDJvC79mllcu5ffFNZVMwT8BVZGzqI0qXb0_jO84IQ3ugW8lzFPSybRUicGX6KsXHfJaq_vaZapVO7ptqV00pZlopekKm6BLQlmcrQuMFRR2QCQ/s400/poema1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" ft="'{"><span class="UIStory_Message">Vull escriure un poema per a tu<br />un poema carregat de paraules noves,<br />de somriures per compartir.<br /><br />Vull escriure un poema per a tu,<br /><span class="text_exposed_hide"></span><span class="text_exposed_show">un poema que parli dels temps<br />en què les nits eren plàcides i estrellades.<br /><br />Vull escriure un poema per a tu,<br />i recitar-lo en veu alta,<br />un poema d'amor a la terra,<br />un poema de pau per a aquest món en guerra.</span></span></h3>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-28012351986843335432010-06-01T19:05:00.003+00:002010-06-01T19:13:12.890+00:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYDi-GW0gZnTljNwTE1g2SKHM6Qcgy_L9Vc2G7c0DkYvY7rcpzLlullQMGXoj-X0VHyvsV7qXr4OlUKrJZ-H7uYX6jBUur87J2AuIhwJYqKjBYrOTGu5AJ6oKUS5Jy3cTzUOzx5rR1oM/s1600/moro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477884252715955394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYDi-GW0gZnTljNwTE1g2SKHM6Qcgy_L9Vc2G7c0DkYvY7rcpzLlullQMGXoj-X0VHyvsV7qXr4OlUKrJZ-H7uYX6jBUur87J2AuIhwJYqKjBYrOTGu5AJ6oKUS5Jy3cTzUOzx5rR1oM/s400/moro.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><br /></strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc4msnPydj6V3NYs-k59lKhQhRFQmKpsxNr0vDsGRphwNUYcvpgKshD17leWNJIECB8PK48s84h-ZSbXbVva8w8IESIZVya28oquiLv3DI63qnRWk_dlRRadxDfJ2QlG9IGX4fsyDIUA8/s1600/moro.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>És vell, i els records li acaronen l'ànima.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong> És vell, i mira amb tendresa la mar en calma.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>És vell, i, de vegades, també plora .</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>És vell, i són moltes les vivències acumulades.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>És vell, i té el cor ple de nostàlgia.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>És vell... però no per això ha perdut tota l'esperança.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Sí, és vell, però encara que el seu cos roman en terra ferma,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>la seva ànima, no envelleix,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>i segueix navegant feliç cap a altres contrades.<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><br /></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-57392028120191128232010-04-26T19:24:00.001+00:002010-05-30T15:01:45.472+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNG9i4dqx_r84rlQdYn77Udre40j1-cKevVwbv5CWMYQHTaKe-RXAAoGBUkfqneRNsWRJXdww39HUopjTsEC-XKXTk9jJrKItophhRZ7ILGCljyW-3hjoiCJVOF0_9iK91Hi5Ui0pSzDA/s1600/pla-ayats.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464529873116167570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 269px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNG9i4dqx_r84rlQdYn77Udre40j1-cKevVwbv5CWMYQHTaKe-RXAAoGBUkfqneRNsWRJXdww39HUopjTsEC-XKXTk9jJrKItophhRZ7ILGCljyW-3hjoiCJVOF0_9iK91Hi5Ui0pSzDA/s400/pla-ayats.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />Enmig del groc intens,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">l'abella imposa el seu univers. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Univers que esdevindrà</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">l'inici d'un cercle ancestral i necessari.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">La mel serà la culminació</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">d'aquest cercle que perdura,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">i dóna sublimitat a la pròpia natura.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Enmig del groc intens,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">un esclat de llum i bellesa</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">han fet possible aquesta imatge,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">i la inspiració del poeta.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-68024234820911389022010-04-08T17:50:00.001+00:002010-04-24T11:18:46.846+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbk7iq_u9sT4KCddpbuzjnFMs7-l-Mc-S_5OGePxg2U6LgRdgMUTgVK_XWA1ORDwC0Xr0bJ0W8dTi4uHFVqGWZ-ru4vNz720im5Xfs63uOnIgKamJbLd6esrCb62rmaFwa4iHIHjfZGxs/s1600/finestra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457825965600776818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 294px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbk7iq_u9sT4KCddpbuzjnFMs7-l-Mc-S_5OGePxg2U6LgRdgMUTgVK_XWA1ORDwC0Xr0bJ0W8dTi4uHFVqGWZ-ru4vNz720im5Xfs63uOnIgKamJbLd6esrCb62rmaFwa4iHIHjfZGxs/s400/finestra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span></span>questa imatge esdevé instant<br />d'un temps d'afable tranquil·litat.<br /><br />És la finestra oberta a tots els records;<br />és la finestra de la infantesa,<br />la d'aquells moments de serenor;<br />la que ens mostrava la pluja<br />i la impecable força de la tramuntana.<br /><br />Aquesta imatge és la pell de la nostàlgia;<br />l'indret exacte on encara, avui,<br />els finestrons dels records romanen oberts<br />a la llum de les tardes,<br />als camps i als carrerots de pedra <br />que s'enlairen cap a la vella església.<br /><br />Aquesta imatge és finestra, llum i flor;<br />és la que ens dóna pau,<br />pel sol fet de contemplar-la.<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-68249395253672303452010-04-08T17:47:00.001+00:002010-04-24T11:20:57.581+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYF1XvSJT854hJyIoRynkbUwUFStgGYdFgVA3zciIAfIBfd7Gq7M7mYek5phOOrR_kR9018uR9aAsL4SK5suA6vm0uo4F0KkDaqKVl9JsGehgvF4cA0YdMaOyqmuF4ZOl1ysC-nk8Uzs/s1600/st-feliu-d'estiula.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457825461549948626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 303px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYF1XvSJT854hJyIoRynkbUwUFStgGYdFgVA3zciIAfIBfd7Gq7M7mYek5phOOrR_kR9018uR9aAsL4SK5suA6vm0uo4F0KkDaqKVl9JsGehgvF4cA0YdMaOyqmuF4ZOl1ysC-nk8Uzs/s400/st-feliu-d'estiula.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span></span>n blanc i negre,<br />com a mi m'agrada.<br /><br />En blanc i negre,<br />com el somni que m'acompanya.<br /><br />En blanc i negre:<br />l'església de pedra, per una banda,<br />i el camí de terra, l'altra.<br /><br />En blanc i negre:<br />no m'oblido pas de l'arbre<br />ni de les muntanyes.<br /><br />En blanc i negre,<br />com a mi m'agrada.<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-32563102333210259272010-03-01T19:22:00.002+00:002010-03-04T19:56:52.709+00:00MATINADA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmQAkRurj-2mkBy464v_ThTjyQrURQFl2kg-ImmFMk0bLbarXHUtuYh3zX2CTFCC1YaSJzFWwrKLojb5f1JIr5BKaHGpLTaETv47_w5OghY33PslqF6pypqzFpu_wkulNSLJ-40ur0Ko/s1600-h/MATINADA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443748368116769074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 239px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmQAkRurj-2mkBy464v_ThTjyQrURQFl2kg-ImmFMk0bLbarXHUtuYh3zX2CTFCC1YaSJzFWwrKLojb5f1JIr5BKaHGpLTaETv47_w5OghY33PslqF6pypqzFpu_wkulNSLJ-40ur0Ko/s400/MATINADA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">C</span>amino cap al nord d'aquesta nova jornada,<br />amb les butxaques plenes de desig,<br />i un llampec furtiu entre les muntanyes.<br /><br />Mentrestant, la ciutat es desvetlla lentament.<br /><br />Les bruixes retornen als seus nius de nostàlgia,<br />i acaronen en silenci les darreres ombres de la nit.<br /><br />Camino cap al nord d'aquesta nova jornada,<br />amb tranquil·litat i serenor.<br /><br />El sol comença a despuntar per demunt de les teulades,<br />i tot allò que haurà de succeir a partir d'ara<br />forma part de l'inexorable destí ...<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-52220896033815207112010-03-01T19:20:00.002+00:002010-03-13T11:58:13.970+00:00EL PAS DEL TEMPS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNc4aE2scuSmePY674HI2woD81l4h2bcGZTPRWo24PIjujwEWsk_oAD7Cfyu0jkwkJkz14thFUFYlys-vfLMZMgMc3G2z4UpjpQBqgyCMzzToaZ1TuhevS8giabHd41-8bQsXziDgWOA/s1600-h/clau.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443747742163234594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 302px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNc4aE2scuSmePY674HI2woD81l4h2bcGZTPRWo24PIjujwEWsk_oAD7Cfyu0jkwkJkz14thFUFYlys-vfLMZMgMc3G2z4UpjpQBqgyCMzzToaZ1TuhevS8giabHd41-8bQsXziDgWOA/s400/clau.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span></span>as raíces permanecen ocultas bajo tierra;<br />entre la soledad y el silencio perpetuo.<br /><br /><br />Las ramas trepan por el aire, hacia lo más alto,<br />sedientas de nube y estrellas.<br /><br /><br />Y, entre ambas, está el tronco,<br />profundamente curtido por el azote del tiempo.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-36981340588612020542010-02-21T10:01:00.004+00:002010-03-04T20:04:33.341+00:00PAISATGE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyB3ILBNOcc_u8QmK7WO37x67W_zHE6SLFXhIXDntfjzpKFjlHyu6H5_2Sz9yjjgilduagVPR1P5x9bpQsYBs7P3caGiMjWH4v_x77gpCdyzVzvb7DCM9Nmj-xDRjH5UwjfAO3NkIv5Qg/s1600-h/llafranc9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyB3ILBNOcc_u8QmK7WO37x67W_zHE6SLFXhIXDntfjzpKFjlHyu6H5_2Sz9yjjgilduagVPR1P5x9bpQsYBs7P3caGiMjWH4v_x77gpCdyzVzvb7DCM9Nmj-xDRjH5UwjfAO3NkIv5Qg/s400/llafranc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440634866176365314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />L</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">a meva infantesa,</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br />es com un vaixell fantasma,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br />perdut entre les aigües del passat.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-12604863359048712482010-02-21T09:00:00.003+00:002010-03-04T20:04:09.147+00:00FULLES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyDNv4Gkuq_uErd-RSnNv1KMyRAxTvbN4KQoa88wIGufdY79urgB5ZJdXHwnlbul5eIOxOt0779xP8BMzTrZElMHgJnb9kjMg8u-DTsY8QSfETb346xhEgvs67_uzIFQLf__me25G9tGc/s1600-h/fulles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyDNv4Gkuq_uErd-RSnNv1KMyRAxTvbN4KQoa88wIGufdY79urgB5ZJdXHwnlbul5eIOxOt0779xP8BMzTrZElMHgJnb9kjMg8u-DTsY8QSfETb346xhEgvs67_uzIFQLf__me25G9tGc/s400/fulles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440619302186462978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />A</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">llà a l'escola hi havia un pati no gaire gran</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">on jugavem a ser herois i pirates.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Allà a l'escola, quan arribava la tardor,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">el terra s'omplia de fulles seques</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">que queien dels arbres,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mentre el cel esdevenia gris,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">i una estranya tristesa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ens esgarrapava l'ànima.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Allà a l'escola,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">hi havia una pissarra llarga i estreta,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">on el mestre escrivia, amb guixos de colors,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">els noms dels rius i les serralades</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">de la nostra terra.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Allà a l'escola, jo era feliç.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Suposo que avui, tants anys després,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">els meus records romanen enterrats sota les fulles;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aquelles mateixes fulles seques</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">que omplien de misteri i serenor<br />el terra</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> de la meva infantesa.</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-67494425904695837432010-02-16T21:46:00.016+00:002010-03-04T20:03:37.372+00:00L'EMPORDÀ<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_fDEX2RmqanCVwQkJmQEQf5plLhoQi8JqUE8EKycRykKiEo17nRD0h_S7QcY_UzsyMPmRFDwspQrD1d_k1nqx4xsSBluc4Md0i0RvBdC8KPC1vu4AXju84L8s7Qgvjw3GvM1itBJtzU/s1600-h/mirador.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438961089497800402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 207px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_fDEX2RmqanCVwQkJmQEQf5plLhoQi8JqUE8EKycRykKiEo17nRD0h_S7QcY_UzsyMPmRFDwspQrD1d_k1nqx4xsSBluc4Md0i0RvBdC8KPC1vu4AXju84L8s7Qgvjw3GvM1itBJtzU/s400/mirador.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span>llà on el vent bufa amb força.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on la lluna i el llampec dominen la nit.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on els trens s'allunyen en silenci.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on els Déus s'inspiren i emocionen.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on els misteris esdevenen destells de sublimitat.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on el mar s'abraça a l'esplanada<br />i els núvols a les muntanyes.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on les bruixes existeixen encara.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on els poblets són d'una bellesa inefable.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on els camins segueixen rumb a l'infinit.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on les cançons son veritables poemes,<br />i els vianants les canten mentre passen.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on jo vaig naixer fa cinquanta anys.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on la vida és una festa permanent.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on la llum transforma en paradís tots els paisatges.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Allà on les nits són més estrellades,<br />i el silenci, quan cal, molt més profund<br />que en altres contrades.<br /></span></p> <p align="center"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Aquest lloc , no es altre que L'Empordà.</span></p><br /><div align="center"></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-14054747227307231652010-02-12T20:31:00.013+00:002010-03-04T20:05:05.215+00:00CAMÍ<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85eodOJBTKkolBuKi1MpOABmCuXtNq1yXj9Ghiqoxcbi4VgNa8GthNtdUzh4kJj9GvPMjeCPje4boV0lxV1s_enAMBACkpXT-hhcNV1ONsyTdVVI4yDCP83UonqCy7psf-R7eq_PDXLc/s1600-h/muralla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437457389860350930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 302px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85eodOJBTKkolBuKi1MpOABmCuXtNq1yXj9Ghiqoxcbi4VgNa8GthNtdUzh4kJj9GvPMjeCPje4boV0lxV1s_enAMBACkpXT-hhcNV1ONsyTdVVI4yDCP83UonqCy7psf-R7eq_PDXLc/s400/muralla.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />C</span>amino que albergas fragmentos de mi infancia,<br />ocultos entre la maleza y las piedras.<br /><br />Tu polvo es también polvo de mi propia frustración.<br /><br />Los años han transcurrido demasiado deprisa;<br />raudos como el sentimiento de aquel primer amor.<br /><br />Años que se fueron,<br />arrastrados por el viento y la lluvia;<br />por el trueno implacable de las noches,<br />hacia confines de pan y amapola.<br /><br />Camino que ahora,<br />mientras escribo estos versos,<br />apareces ante mí,<br />cargado de infinitas exaltaciones.<br /><br />Viajo de nuevo contigo,<br />hacia esos lugares ocultos de la memoria,<br />allí, donde pululan las sombras<br />y las viejas canciones;<br />donde la lluvia cae en silencio todas las noches,<br />y, en donde, la felicidad tiene nombre de mujer.</div><div align="center"><strong><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-71707863197973720512010-02-05T19:03:00.008+00:002010-03-04T20:05:34.325+00:00MIRADA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghPvYHzCoAagXDBtIBHv6s1B-rKfafZsfxxqjaTvhBlqllMPmpbTB9fah2jBjXfzrdKUKg5wu4navD0nMD4S-CQasDP-M7b2sDX_RsbJSQXA6tLw504D0MNUnDHGHQx7ZXxmEDXAAqkk/s1600-h/ull+silvia+copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434837395109046050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 272px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghPvYHzCoAagXDBtIBHv6s1B-rKfafZsfxxqjaTvhBlqllMPmpbTB9fah2jBjXfzrdKUKg5wu4navD0nMD4S-CQasDP-M7b2sDX_RsbJSQXA6tLw504D0MNUnDHGHQx7ZXxmEDXAAqkk/s400/ull+silvia+copia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">U</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>lls que ara mateix em contemplen,</span><br /><span>mentre escric aquests versos,</span><br /><span>i un vell record batega amb força,</span><br /><span>immers entre les entranyes del sentiment.</span><br /><span> </span><br /><span>Mirada blava com la mar:</span><br /><span>impregnada de llums i serenitat.</span><br /><span> </span><br /><span>Mirada que em relaxa i em dóna pau.</span><br /><span>Ulls de mirada penetrant,</span><br /><span>i, a la vegada, tan dolça...</span></span></div><div></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216632934409236212.post-63176049205249864732010-02-04T20:20:00.005+00:002010-03-04T20:06:03.960+00:00BOIRA<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhKIvXLVsdiv1BTQm3vU4TLqpJv0SzDVQmgR8dy8hq33DKo89PYcy5-qlCvdKor3dIB0Om8JbYt2eLj-Tr9VwnzrcnwFj5SHvpsllkmlk5_3BWGs8fKvGoPiUzlBaMUAkWTBsQme8Fws/s1600-h/boira4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhKIvXLVsdiv1BTQm3vU4TLqpJv0SzDVQmgR8dy8hq33DKo89PYcy5-qlCvdKor3dIB0Om8JbYt2eLj-Tr9VwnzrcnwFj5SHvpsllkmlk5_3BWGs8fKvGoPiUzlBaMUAkWTBsQme8Fws/s400/boira4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434485911764229826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">H</span>ermano:<br /><br />¿ Hacia dónde fueron aquellas tardes de lluvia,<br />mientras, tu y yo, salpicábamos de sueños<br />la blanquecina soledad de los muros ?<br /><br />¡ Aquellos lejanos muros de la infancia !<br /><br />Todavía lo recuerdo ...<br /><br />Tú te fuiste, atrapado entre sombras viajeras,<br />mientras yo, resignada criatura,<br />seguí moldeando sueños de madrugada,<br />inmerso en la misma soledad de siempre ...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div>Jaumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530685802078282168noreply@blogger.com1