<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 01:39:59 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>adolfo payés - poemas</title><description></description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-4688561982672789167</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 06:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-20T11:55:14.261-05:00</atom:updated><title>Quiero dibujar el ecléctico sentido de tus besos</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Sy3IseO3uyI/AAAAAAAAEx4/O8QCKMLlkOA/s1600-h/bbesos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 78px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Sy3IseO3uyI/AAAAAAAAEx4/O8QCKMLlkOA/s200/bbesos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417206593151810338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quiero conquistar las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Que  iluminan tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;Tatuando de ternura la silueta de tu espalda&lt;br /&gt;Y tus brazos amarrados a los míos&lt;br /&gt;Esculpiendo diminutos elefantes del destino&lt;br /&gt;En tu almohada de cuadros cristalinos,&lt;br /&gt;Azul cielo te acompaña con ternura&lt;br /&gt;Abrazando tus cabellos con mi rostro&lt;br /&gt;Tarareando, el aroma milenario de tus  poros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movimientos  femeninos dibujando tus sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;Y tus deseos bailando con el ritmo de tus versos&lt;br /&gt;En tu cuadro el paisaje literario de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Junto al muro de tu alcoba  conquistada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero dibujar el ecléctico sentido de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Con mis labios, acariciando tus suspiros en reposo&lt;br /&gt;Y tu mano&lt;br /&gt;Pregonando el gesto dedo del silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Sy3I_i2cWuI/AAAAAAAAEyA/3GTGxTxXVgc/s1600-h/VV.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Sy3I_i2cWuI/AAAAAAAAEyA/3GTGxTxXVgc/s200/VV.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417206920809044706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Al gritarte sin temor  y con pasión&lt;br /&gt;¡Te amo!&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro genocida del deseo,&lt;br /&gt;Ante tu cuerpo agitado con el mío&lt;br /&gt;Al erótico destino, compañera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-4688561982672789167?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/12/quiero-dibujar-el-eclectico-sentido-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Sy3IseO3uyI/AAAAAAAAEx4/O8QCKMLlkOA/s72-c/bbesos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>158</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-7164134168900410695</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 06:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-17T02:18:05.764-05:00</atom:updated><title>Deletreando con el tiempo, los detalles de tu cuerpo</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SynL63XzL7I/AAAAAAAAExQ/KtihQLQwaPA/s1600-h/el+remedio+para+librarse+de...d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SynL63XzL7I/AAAAAAAAExQ/KtihQLQwaPA/s200/el+remedio+para+librarse+de...d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416084239046356914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amo la vida&lt;br /&gt;El amor&lt;br /&gt;Su esencia&lt;br /&gt;La delicadeza del aroma de tu vientre&lt;br /&gt;De tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;De tus besos&lt;br /&gt;De tu piel, de tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;Tu belleza, tus pasos&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabiduría,&lt;br /&gt;Amo lo que engendras&lt;br /&gt;Lo supremo, la vida&lt;br /&gt;Lo eterno&lt;br /&gt;La ternura&lt;br /&gt;Tu edad, tu tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre más conozco tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Deletreado por el tiempo ajeno a lo nuestro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SynKpc0dLMI/AAAAAAAAExA/xyYYG9CW9G8/s1600-h/gdfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SynKpc0dLMI/AAAAAAAAExA/xyYYG9CW9G8/s200/gdfd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416082840349387970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Más te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Más te siento&lt;br /&gt;Más&lt;br /&gt;Me conmueve tu belleza de ser mujer&lt;br /&gt;Y ser,&lt;br /&gt;Quién comparte&lt;br /&gt;El secreto de tus años&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-7164134168900410695?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/12/deletreado-por-el-tiempo-los-detalles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SynL63XzL7I/AAAAAAAAExQ/KtihQLQwaPA/s72-c/el+remedio+para+librarse+de...d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>229</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-7704214091369784259</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 06:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-14T01:29:26.721-05:00</atom:updated><title>La  inocencia acariciando tempestades</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyXYaCd6B5I/AAAAAAAAEwg/cG3cGTe2fN4/s1600-h/1+%2840%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyXYaCd6B5I/AAAAAAAAEwg/cG3cGTe2fN4/s200/1+%2840%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414972068833396626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acaricié&lt;br /&gt;Los  ojos de la muerte&lt;br /&gt;Los pasos crueles de la discordia&lt;br /&gt;Las botas pisoteando la ternura&lt;br /&gt;La tortura castigando la conciencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He visto&lt;br /&gt;La crueldad del ser  humano&lt;br /&gt;Destrozando sueños&lt;br /&gt;Desde el vientre de la vida,&lt;br /&gt;Asesinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sentido en las heridas carcomidas&lt;br /&gt;La terneza abrazando mis gemidos,&lt;br /&gt;Y mis lágrimas abonando la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Convirtiendo los sueños en sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He visto en la morada de la muerte&lt;br /&gt;La esperanza acariciando mi silencio&lt;br /&gt;Aleteando en pleno vuelo con millones&lt;br /&gt;De pasitos luchadores por la paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyXYZ5TZwKI/AAAAAAAAEwY/KVfozcCs-zQ/s1600-h/1+%2877%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyXYZ5TZwKI/AAAAAAAAEwY/KVfozcCs-zQ/s200/1+%2877%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414972066373419170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Niños agitando la conciencia&lt;br /&gt;Con optimismo mojando la  poesía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La  inocencia acariciando tempestades&lt;br /&gt;Mojando la tristeza del destino&lt;br /&gt;Abrazando las tinieblas de la vida&lt;br /&gt;Escurriendo con ternura el porvenir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-7704214091369784259?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-inocencia-acariciando-tempestades.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyXYaCd6B5I/AAAAAAAAEwg/cG3cGTe2fN4/s72-c/1+%2840%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>224</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-6286194748916185796</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T03:11:33.420-05:00</atom:updated><title>Con el grito del te quiero ante tu lecho</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyH-Seo_csI/AAAAAAAAEv4/42qN_1sIGHU/s1600-h/_parejas%252066%2520-%2520sexo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyH-Seo_csI/AAAAAAAAEv4/42qN_1sIGHU/s200/_parejas%252066%2520-%2520sexo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413887820492141250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sin palabras acaricio tus mejillas&lt;br /&gt;En el ángulo preciso del deseo&lt;br /&gt;Con mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Me detengo en tus senos&lt;br /&gt;Deslizando&lt;br /&gt;A mí gusto en  el silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo el gesto&lt;br /&gt;Del placer en tus suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Y tus  manos aferradas a mi  espalda&lt;br /&gt;Agitamos al unísono los cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;Derramando la agonía compartida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatúa&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;Y hazme&lt;br /&gt;Renacer ante tu lengua&lt;br /&gt;Con el grito del te quiero ante tu lecho&lt;br /&gt;Endosa-me&lt;br /&gt;Con pasión ante tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;De ternura&lt;br /&gt;Al  abismo del deseo sin tapujos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-6286194748916185796?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/12/con-el-grito-del-te-quiero-ante-tu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyH-Seo_csI/AAAAAAAAEv4/42qN_1sIGHU/s72-c/_parejas%252066%2520-%2520sexo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>213</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-7657162958787504730</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T03:19:13.286-05:00</atom:updated><title>En el alma marchita por tu nombre Marcela Pernía</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyCRMWrvTTI/AAAAAAAAEvg/M1pmk4X5-0o/s1600-h/M+ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyCRMWrvTTI/AAAAAAAAEvg/M1pmk4X5-0o/s200/M+ar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413486393532828978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Te conocí leyendo&lt;br /&gt;Tus letras convertidas en artes&lt;br /&gt;Las artes convertidas en tu esencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaricie la presencia de tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;Incline mi silencio&lt;br /&gt;Con la esperanza de escuchar tú nombre&lt;br /&gt;Esculpiendo tu rostro en el destino,&lt;br /&gt;Dibujaste con tu perfil&lt;br /&gt;La ternura, el verso y la poesía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente&lt;br /&gt;Mis lágrimas acariciaron el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;De tu blog ¨ Itinerarios en el Arte¨,&lt;br /&gt;Y comprendí la razón de tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;Te siento,&lt;br /&gt;En las artes&lt;br /&gt;En tus comentarios que palpitaron&lt;br /&gt;Tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyCR22GP5MI/AAAAAAAAEvo/k0Z4irTT1Gc/s1600-h/litreq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyCR22GP5MI/AAAAAAAAEvo/k0Z4irTT1Gc/s200/litreq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413487123520021698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tu partida&lt;br /&gt;Nos arranca deletreando&lt;br /&gt;El llanto,&lt;br /&gt;En el alma marchita por tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Marcela Pernía&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-7657162958787504730?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/12/en-el-alma-marchita-por-tu-nombre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SyCRMWrvTTI/AAAAAAAAEvg/M1pmk4X5-0o/s72-c/M+ar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>135</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-6015240209823234322</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T11:57:45.961-05:00</atom:updated><title>Por problemas de salud estoy ausente.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SxvhjmmfA9I/AAAAAAAAEu4/OUgilAZG-UU/s1600-h/ewq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 73px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SxvhjmmfA9I/AAAAAAAAEu4/OUgilAZG-UU/s200/ewq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412167378989417426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quiero agradecer a todas  y todos  por sus&lt;br /&gt;comentarios, sus visitas y pedir disculpas&lt;br /&gt;por mi ausencia, por  problemas de salud&lt;br /&gt;no he podido visitar  sus bloggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pido Disculpas de nuevo, ya estaré pronto&lt;br /&gt;de regreso,para poder visitarlos y comentarles..&lt;br /&gt;Gracias  infinitas a todas  y todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-6015240209823234322?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-problemas-de-salud-estoy-ausente.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SxvhjmmfA9I/AAAAAAAAEu4/OUgilAZG-UU/s72-c/ewq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>248</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-4046834773841009545</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T01:18:04.905-05:00</atom:updated><title>Deshoja con tus labios mis secretos</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SxNhcvA5L5I/AAAAAAAAEuo/XhIkcHu5hHE/s1600/474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 95px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SxNhcvA5L5I/AAAAAAAAEuo/XhIkcHu5hHE/s200/474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409774723686543250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagina&lt;br /&gt;Deshojando tu cuerpo con mis labios,&lt;br /&gt;Las emociones&lt;br /&gt;Nacerán a borbotones&lt;br /&gt;Y el deseo&lt;br /&gt;Iluminará las tentaciones&lt;br /&gt;Escondidas de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pasión&lt;br /&gt;Que delirio deshojando tus rincones&lt;br /&gt;Con mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Y mi lengua palpitando tus sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;Que grito de amor  imaginario&lt;br /&gt;Es tu cuerpo descubierto con dulzura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deshoja con tus labios mis secretos&lt;br /&gt;Y tendrás&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo abierto a tus deseos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-4046834773841009545?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/11/deshoja-con-tus-labios-mis-secretos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SxNhcvA5L5I/AAAAAAAAEuo/XhIkcHu5hHE/s72-c/474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>255</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-4148506296131493200</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T01:02:22.172-05:00</atom:updated><title>En tus poros deletreando las comillas</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Sw4ZqgsrVII/AAAAAAAAEuI/Ei2LmiEB1j4/s1600/Escritura_.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 81px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Sw4ZqgsrVII/AAAAAAAAEuI/Ei2LmiEB1j4/s200/Escritura_.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408288420641068162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;Es leer tu nombre en mi silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desnudando las palabras en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Encontrarás&lt;br /&gt;Las nubes empapadas, de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Con  tormentas de caricias diluviales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con la poesía nacidas en el viento&lt;br /&gt;Has logrado que suspire ante tus versos,&lt;br /&gt;Cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciando el deseo corpulento&lt;br /&gt;Labios&lt;br /&gt;De tu lengua hecho verbo&lt;br /&gt;Besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;Descubro la ternura de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Tu rostro, t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Sw4ZrePGSrI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/pKn6sEfL1kA/s1600/rert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Sw4ZrePGSrI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/pKn6sEfL1kA/s200/rert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408288437160004274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Glorifican de caricias celestiales&lt;br /&gt;Empapando de vida la esperanza,&lt;br /&gt;Proclamo tu poesía&lt;br /&gt;En tus poros deletreando las comillas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-4148506296131493200?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/11/en-tus-poros-deletreando-las-comillas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Sw4ZqgsrVII/AAAAAAAAEuI/Ei2LmiEB1j4/s72-c/Escritura_.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>234</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-5877419265114240694</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T02:34:19.998-05:00</atom:updated><title>Las lágrimas son las cenizas del alma</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Swo1p8VGdMI/AAAAAAAAEtY/XyTBKfgezTQ/s1600/20041007-estrellas_linea2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Swo1p8VGdMI/AAAAAAAAEtY/XyTBKfgezTQ/s200/20041007-estrellas_linea2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407193297297241282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Es tiempo de enmudecer el grito&lt;br /&gt;Del llanto pisoteado por el hombre&lt;br /&gt;Macho retorcido,&lt;br /&gt;Arrogante pordiosero del sistema,&lt;br /&gt;Asesino de ternura&lt;br /&gt;Del suspiro cotidiano de la vida&lt;br /&gt;Que palpita entre los golpes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tiempo de gritar su nombre&lt;br /&gt;A la violencia nacida en las tinieblas,&lt;br /&gt;Solidarias las palabras vierto en versos&lt;br /&gt;Por los siglos de tristeza represiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres, hombres, todos&lt;br /&gt;Es tiempo de parar tanta barbarie&lt;br /&gt;Pues la vida lo reclama en colectivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perderse en el silencio,&lt;br /&gt;Es nadar en el océano del destino,&lt;br /&gt;Unirnos con la esperanza de llegar con prisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Swo1qLQJmwI/AAAAAAAAEtg/Xm9VXWrwcHU/s1600/imagesaq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Swo1qLQJmwI/AAAAAAAAEtg/Xm9VXWrwcHU/s200/imagesaq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407193301303008002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Y a tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Antes que la muerte nos visite&lt;br /&gt;Y la violencia cotidiana no marchite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrotarla con firmeza y con coraje&lt;br /&gt;Con el verso cotidiano,&lt;br /&gt;Necesario por la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 de Noviembre día internacional contra la violencia hacia la Mujer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-5877419265114240694?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/11/las-lagrimas-son-las-cenizas-del-alma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Swo1p8VGdMI/AAAAAAAAEtY/XyTBKfgezTQ/s72-c/20041007-estrellas_linea2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>232</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-3165491902234453780</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 06:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T01:49:04.977-05:00</atom:updated><title>El hambre tiene mucho que decir</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SwTqGajBtVI/AAAAAAAAEsg/ZYWD0oGvNmI/s1600/amanay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SwTqGajBtVI/AAAAAAAAEsg/ZYWD0oGvNmI/s200/amanay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405702848677786962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;¿Es el cielo nuestro destino?&lt;br /&gt;O el paso&lt;br /&gt;Al cuerpo eterno del reposo,&lt;br /&gt;Crucificados por la vida&lt;br /&gt;Que apenas comenzamos a soñar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si en el grito de la discordia con Dios&lt;br /&gt;Le exigimos que  exista,&lt;br /&gt;Para sonrojarle a los de Holywood&lt;br /&gt;Con la película de la guerra y la miseria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El hambre tiene mucho que decir&lt;br /&gt;Los angelitos que por nacer&lt;br /&gt;Sin ser, nacen&lt;br /&gt;Y se  elevan sin nacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que destino es el cielo?&lt;br /&gt;Si en el&lt;br /&gt;Nada es igual&lt;br /&gt;Nada existe&lt;br /&gt;Nada contamina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La soberbia de la vida&lt;br /&gt;Curtida y putrefacta,&lt;br /&gt;La respiro&lt;br /&gt;Y avanzo sin pensar en la muerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SwTqGqHqcYI/AAAAAAAAEso/SlkkRKtHYlI/s1600/ewq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SwTqGqHqcYI/AAAAAAAAEso/SlkkRKtHYlI/s200/ewq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405702852857983362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;¿En el cielo?&lt;br /&gt;¿En qué?&lt;br /&gt;¿En Dios?&lt;br /&gt;¿En mí?&lt;br /&gt;En vos, Voz de mi silencio porvenir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-3165491902234453780?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-hambre-tiene-mucho-que-decir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SwTqGajBtVI/AAAAAAAAEsg/ZYWD0oGvNmI/s72-c/amanay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>227</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-2532714236445394140</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 07:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T06:35:33.675-05:00</atom:updated><title>Acariciando el sol, diario  canto de las aves</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SwEBc9TW7AI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/k-g5PMi68Ko/s1600/3556973021_0de9de6318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 89px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SwEBc9TW7AI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/k-g5PMi68Ko/s200/3556973021_0de9de6318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404602624825027586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nuestro amor es dialéctico&lt;br /&gt;Como el viento,&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo&lt;br /&gt;La materia&lt;br /&gt;Equilibro imaginario del ser&lt;br /&gt;Amar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir el suspiro gesto de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialéctico y efímero&lt;br /&gt;Como la  vida&lt;br /&gt;Que nos alienta&lt;br /&gt;Las noches de reposo cotidiano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extender el aleteo de las pestañas&lt;br /&gt;Al universo&lt;br /&gt;Acariciando el sol, diario  canto de las aves&lt;br /&gt;Seguir soñando&lt;br /&gt;En el camino exclusivo de lo nuestro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SwEBdqbhBXI/AAAAAAAAEsY/fNZvCflllSg/s1600/amoror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SwEBdqbhBXI/AAAAAAAAEsY/fNZvCflllSg/s200/amoror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404602636938839410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dialéctico como el verso&lt;br /&gt;Agitando letras  por doquier.&lt;br /&gt;Emancipando la palabra&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro amor&lt;br /&gt;Es dialéctico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-2532714236445394140?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/11/acariciando-el-sol-diario-canto-de-las.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SwEBc9TW7AI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/k-g5PMi68Ko/s72-c/3556973021_0de9de6318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>210</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-691547361358464066</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T01:44:41.270-05:00</atom:updated><title>Ante mis labios asesinos de deseo</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Svz9LKwKNqI/AAAAAAAAEsA/8WVeYxl3WSs/s1600-h/amamap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Svz9LKwKNqI/AAAAAAAAEsA/8WVeYxl3WSs/s200/amamap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403472021244491426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tu desnudez es frágil&lt;br /&gt;Ante mis labios asesinos de deseo&lt;br /&gt;Tu palpitar es un volcán ante mis suspiros&lt;br /&gt;De pasión en tu vientre&lt;br /&gt;Y mis caricias  inventadas en tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu desnudez es el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Lo eterno para amar&lt;br /&gt;En el silencio cómplice del destino&lt;br /&gt;Aferrado a tu esencia inmaculada del placer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que digo de la mía&lt;br /&gt;Ante tu silueta&lt;br /&gt;Cuerpo del cielo encontrado en segundos&lt;br /&gt;Capricho fiel de lo nuestro.&lt;br /&gt;Me entrego&lt;br /&gt;Y me haces tierna-mente tuyo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-691547361358464066?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/11/ante-mis-labios-asesinos-de-deseo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Svz9LKwKNqI/AAAAAAAAEsA/8WVeYxl3WSs/s72-c/amamap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>217</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-843078229851505570</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T01:38:43.563-05:00</atom:updated><title>Letanía literaria</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SvkII9rNOqI/AAAAAAAAErw/l0gDAtUcNxk/s1600-h/ddve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SvkII9rNOqI/AAAAAAAAErw/l0gDAtUcNxk/s200/ddve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402358178095381154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Descubierto el abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Coloquial del porvenir&lt;br /&gt;Disfruté los paréntesis cancelados,&lt;br /&gt;La biografía&lt;br /&gt;Dictada  por el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Delineaban el paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;Sin  principio ni fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubierto el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Canceló las tormentas&lt;br /&gt;Acumuladas de arrogancia&lt;br /&gt;En las  nubes llenas de almidón&lt;br /&gt;El cielo,&lt;br /&gt;Se despejo  protestando&lt;br /&gt;Con una letanía literaria,&lt;br /&gt;Las estrellas brillaron&lt;br /&gt;La media  noche del día, que no llego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubierto el poeta&lt;br /&gt;Comprendió&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SvkIIvSSjCI/AAAAAAAAEro/x6kvFE6lmMc/s1600-h/biblia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SvkIIvSSjCI/AAAAAAAAEro/x6kvFE6lmMc/s200/biblia2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402358174232775714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que las metáforas,&lt;br /&gt;Son esencia de la creación&lt;br /&gt;Para  dibujar con ellas&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras cubiertas de cielo,&lt;br /&gt;Verso&lt;br /&gt;Y el verbo que acompaña el porvenir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-843078229851505570?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/11/letania-literaria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SvkII9rNOqI/AAAAAAAAErw/l0gDAtUcNxk/s72-c/ddve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>208</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-2773663701229877551</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 06:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T01:57:38.050-05:00</atom:updated><title>Quiero deshojar los versos con el alma</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SvUZ8pUbvoI/AAAAAAAAErI/-IdAbdkP2G0/s1600-h/desss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 89px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SvUZ8pUbvoI/AAAAAAAAErI/-IdAbdkP2G0/s200/desss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401251857775181442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quiero deshojar los versos con el alma&lt;br /&gt;Tatuada en el silencio atuendo&lt;br /&gt;De un te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Deshojar mi vida&lt;br /&gt;En las  esquinas&lt;br /&gt;De mi llanto torcido&lt;br /&gt;En el castillo corazón mutilado   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deshojar los capítulos escritos,&lt;br /&gt;Para iluminar&lt;br /&gt;En  secreto,&lt;br /&gt;Tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Deshojando  las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Que navegan,&lt;br /&gt;Al  infinito espacio de tu cuerpo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-2773663701229877551?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/11/quiero-deshojar-los-versos-con-el-alma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SvUZ8pUbvoI/AAAAAAAAErI/-IdAbdkP2G0/s72-c/desss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>216</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-3365872945484139880</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 06:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T01:28:36.903-05:00</atom:updated><title>Eres esencialmente  mi respiro</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SvEe_g-TYQI/AAAAAAAAEqw/KbbVVO9Rnc0/s1600-h/escritor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 79px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SvEe_g-TYQI/AAAAAAAAEqw/KbbVVO9Rnc0/s200/escritor1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400131504725778690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De lo más  profundo del silencio&lt;br /&gt;Dicto con mis caricias&lt;br /&gt;Lo que eres,  verbo&lt;br /&gt;Lo más  bello, poesía&lt;br /&gt;Lo más intenso, pasión&lt;br /&gt;Eres el tiempo, ternura&lt;br /&gt;Lo eterno&lt;br /&gt;Miro el  infinito espacio de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Eres todo&lt;br /&gt;Eres esencialmente  mi respiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-3365872945484139880?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/11/eres-esencialmente-mi-respiro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SvEe_g-TYQI/AAAAAAAAEqw/KbbVVO9Rnc0/s72-c/escritor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>239</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-2949008829596806777</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T05:02:29.917-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bajo el agua cristalina de mis lágrimas</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Su0YtLwsvNI/AAAAAAAAEqY/rYgk5Ml-K7U/s1600-h/agua1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Su0YtLwsvNI/AAAAAAAAEqY/rYgk5Ml-K7U/s200/agua1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398998692817321170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que anclen todos los barcos&lt;br /&gt;En mi aposento puerto literario&lt;br /&gt;Que navegan&lt;br /&gt;En el océano escondido de mis pupilas&lt;br /&gt;Para descubrir nadando&lt;br /&gt;Bajo el agua cristalina de mis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;El cuerpo sumergido en penas,&lt;br /&gt;Ahogadas  por los años de tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que partan de todos mis puertos&lt;br /&gt;Sinfonías&lt;br /&gt;Metáforas  dialécticas de la vida&lt;br /&gt;Que apenas comienza con tu partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleva el velo ausente de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Al mundo extenso del amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nace en cada  beso del oleaje&lt;br /&gt;Mar adentro de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Navegando con ternura ante tu puerto,&lt;br /&gt;Antes de llegar a tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Conquistando el grito aliento del deseo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que partan de todos los puertos literarios&lt;br /&gt;Sentim&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Su0ZKjPkwyI/AAAAAAAAEqg/-EWVvTy-yTo/s1600-h/amunero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Su0ZKjPkwyI/AAAAAAAAEqg/-EWVvTy-yTo/s200/amunero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398999197337043746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ientos aguerridos por la vida y el amor&lt;br /&gt;Alimentando el océano&lt;br /&gt;Del mundo escrito entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;Y pasión&lt;br /&gt;Que partan de todos  los  puertos literarios&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras escritas  por vivir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-2949008829596806777?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/11/bajo-el-agua-cristalina-de-mis-lagrimas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Su0YtLwsvNI/AAAAAAAAEqY/rYgk5Ml-K7U/s72-c/agua1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>221</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-5761599466741093550</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 05:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T01:28:58.963-04:00</atom:updated><title>Ladran las estrellas</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SukoAt08A2I/AAAAAAAAEqQ/9Y1wC0odZUk/s1600-h/estrella02azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SukoAt08A2I/AAAAAAAAEqQ/9Y1wC0odZUk/s200/estrella02azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397889621146993506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quiero escribir&lt;br /&gt;Algo que no exista en mí pensar&lt;br /&gt;Lo intento y solo logro encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Lo que ya  existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladran los perros&lt;br /&gt;Ladran los rufianes&lt;br /&gt;Y el destino se aproxima con capricho&lt;br /&gt;Sonrojándose al sol&lt;br /&gt;Al cielo y las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Que aglutinan las siluetas de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;De niño&lt;br /&gt;De adolescente&lt;br /&gt;De viejo&lt;br /&gt;Y así&lt;br /&gt;Ladran las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando a media noche sus gritos compartidos&lt;br /&gt;Con el  olfato del silencio&lt;br /&gt;Que carcome mi camino&lt;br /&gt;Ladra  el  sol&lt;br /&gt;Ladran las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Ladran de porquería los rufianes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-5761599466741093550?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/10/ladran-las-estrellas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SukoAt08A2I/AAAAAAAAEqQ/9Y1wC0odZUk/s72-c/estrella02azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>233</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-5624818152367368298</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T07:12:54.867-04:00</atom:updated><title>En el silencio nocturno del te quiero</title><description>Sí los g&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SuU1YX8MTSI/AAAAAAAAEp4/pTRNI5_st5Y/s1600-h/hhjkl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SuU1YX8MTSI/AAAAAAAAEp4/pTRNI5_st5Y/s200/hhjkl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396778421333019938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;estos de la vida en el amor&lt;br /&gt;Los guardáramos para siempre&lt;br /&gt;En el rincón de nuestros cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  quedaría&lt;br /&gt;Dibujando tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Con el roce de mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Deslizando tus mejillas&lt;br /&gt;Con el beso inesperado&lt;br /&gt;En el silencio nocturno del te quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Acariciando tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;Con la mirada  penetrada en tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Antes de sentir el beso cómplice del deseo,&lt;br /&gt;Mis pestañas dibujando tu silueta&lt;br /&gt;Dictando el te amo imprescindible en el amor.&lt;br /&gt;Con el beso del buenos días&lt;br /&gt;Antes que sientas mi presencia cotidiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los momentos que enriquecen&lt;br /&gt;El  suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Del grito deshojado con tu  nombre&lt;br /&gt;Con la tormenta de caricias,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SuU1Ysq77FI/AAAAAAAAEqA/HKhPH3Cs0Hw/s1600-h/casal-com-rosa-na-mao%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SuU1Ysq77FI/AAAAAAAAEqA/HKhPH3Cs0Hw/s200/casal-com-rosa-na-mao%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396778426897787986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Asimilando tu presencia en mis entrañas&lt;br /&gt;Calcando  la armonía de tu esencia,&lt;br /&gt;Mujer&lt;br /&gt;Que late en cada pulso&lt;br /&gt;Heredado de tu vientre,&lt;br /&gt;Con tu sonrisa tatuada en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;Abrigando-me por siempre a tu lado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-5624818152367368298?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/10/en-el-silencio-nocturno-del-te-quiero.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SuU1YX8MTSI/AAAAAAAAEp4/pTRNI5_st5Y/s72-c/hhjkl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>209</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-3731517131881407889</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T04:38:39.971-04:00</atom:updated><title>Diluvio de emociones en segundos</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SuE-TpJMwOI/AAAAAAAAEo0/WHbQah0eoQU/s1600-h/manos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SuE-TpJMwOI/AAAAAAAAEo0/WHbQah0eoQU/s200/manos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395662335749439714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diluvio de emociones en segundos&lt;br /&gt;Gritos&lt;br /&gt;Desgarras mi cuerpo con tus poros&lt;br /&gt;Muerdes mis labios aguerridos&lt;br /&gt;Con tu boca delirio del deseo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspiras&lt;br /&gt;Amarrando mis caderas con tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Me aproximas&lt;br /&gt;Con  silencio agónico pasión&lt;br /&gt;Furia,&lt;br /&gt;Aceleras las caderas,&lt;br /&gt;Movimientos&lt;br /&gt;Complacientes a los míos&lt;br /&gt;Son los nervios  que despiertan tus entrañas&lt;br /&gt;En el gesto más  intenso del deseo&lt;br /&gt;Caricias,&lt;br /&gt;Tarareo mis gemidos,&lt;br /&gt;Abrazados fulminamos con pasión&lt;br /&gt;Y quedamos enlazados,&lt;br /&gt;Descansando la tensión&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-3731517131881407889?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/10/diluvio-de-emociones-en-segundos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SuE-TpJMwOI/AAAAAAAAEo0/WHbQah0eoQU/s72-c/manos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>229</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-166886514652123743</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 05:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T01:44:26.023-04:00</atom:updated><title>Unificar el alma con el destino de tus labios</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/St1Nc13MDxI/AAAAAAAAEok/172SfVC_fe0/s1600-h/ROSAS_GEMEAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/St1Nc13MDxI/AAAAAAAAEok/172SfVC_fe0/s200/ROSAS_GEMEAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394553086549954322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En el aroma cotidiano de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Abriga mi cariño&lt;br /&gt;Por seguir viviendo a tu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Pido tu compañía&lt;br /&gt;Y te entrego a cambio&lt;br /&gt;El amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis pensamientos infinitos a tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo abierto a tus caricias&lt;br /&gt;Mi silencio cómplice con ternura&lt;br /&gt;Me comprometo:&lt;br /&gt;Unificar el alma  con el destino de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Calcando la vida solidaria entre tus versos&lt;br /&gt;Anidando en tu cielo cuerpo mis deseos&lt;br /&gt;Y el suspiro cotidiano en nuestras manos,&lt;br /&gt;Aferradas  por siempre&lt;br /&gt;A las  caricias mas sublimes de un te quiero&lt;br /&gt;En la acción conyugal de nuestros cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;Conquistando el secreto&lt;br /&gt;Mas  intimo de nuestro amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-166886514652123743?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/10/unificar-el-alma-con-el-destino-de-tus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/St1Nc13MDxI/AAAAAAAAEok/172SfVC_fe0/s72-c/ROSAS_GEMEAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>220</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-2665191942900421106</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T02:28:19.777-04:00</atom:updated><title>Castigada por el viento olvido del te quiero sin retorno</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Stldcg02IjI/AAAAAAAAEoM/ORikFJbMpmY/s1600-h/plaza_05_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Stldcg02IjI/AAAAAAAAEoM/ORikFJbMpmY/s200/plaza_05_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393444773182186034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nací ayer  recordando&lt;br /&gt;Las siluetas de tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;Los  expuse en mi ventana&lt;br /&gt;Terciopelo cielo de mis pupilas,&lt;br /&gt;Dibuje tu cuerpo calcinado&lt;br /&gt;Tus cabellos dejaron de existir,&lt;br /&gt;Acaricie tu rostro con mis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Corriendo moribundas&lt;br /&gt;Mojando las veredas de mí  pueblo&lt;br /&gt;Y los nombres de los miles no encontrados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nací ayer despertando de mí sueño,&lt;br /&gt;No podré acariciar tu rostro con mis  ojos&lt;br /&gt;Mis manos y los besos&lt;br /&gt;Que pregonaron a diario mi cariño&lt;br /&gt;Tatuándose en mí pecho de tu ternura,&lt;br /&gt;Tu cálida sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando mis recuerdos maternales&lt;br /&gt;El manto blanco cubre mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;Dibujando mi silueta, cabellos, canas&lt;br /&gt;Pisoteada  por el tiempo recorrido&lt;br /&gt;Después tu partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pude  atarme a tus manos&lt;br /&gt;No supe encontrarme en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;No volví a ver  tu silueta&lt;br /&gt;Dibujando tú camino,&lt;br /&gt;Me quede con tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;Del te quiero y hasta el pronto&lt;br /&gt;Enmudecido por tu ausencia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/StlddGxc9PI/AAAAAAAAEoU/HusXTKWVBr0/s1600-h/madres_bw_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/StlddGxc9PI/AAAAAAAAEoU/HusXTKWVBr0/s200/madres_bw_4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393444783368500466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mi memoria condena  a los  culpables&lt;br /&gt;Y la entrego&lt;br /&gt;En el silencio grito con tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Castigada por el viento&lt;br /&gt;Olvido del te quiero sin retorno&lt;br /&gt;Madre, mayo tu presencia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-2665191942900421106?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/10/castigada-por-el-viento-olvido-del-te.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Stldcg02IjI/AAAAAAAAEoM/ORikFJbMpmY/s72-c/plaza_05_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>203</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-8372399707624951677</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T01:42:03.157-04:00</atom:updated><title>En el embrión del silencio acumulado</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/StVbwyrpP0I/AAAAAAAAEkE/PiMB1YYQGS4/s1600-h/ffff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/StVbwyrpP0I/AAAAAAAAEkE/PiMB1YYQGS4/s200/ffff.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392317022642716482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esencia de la vida&lt;br /&gt;Palpita tu presencia en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;Existo&lt;br /&gt;En el embrión del silencio acumulado&lt;br /&gt;En mi destino te percibo&lt;br /&gt;Perpetuo tu camino&lt;br /&gt;Eres,&lt;br /&gt;Creación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doblé mis versos en mi mano&lt;br /&gt;Los empuñé&lt;br /&gt;Disparando metáforas escondidas&lt;br /&gt;En la arena del desierto colectivo,&lt;br /&gt;Para nutrir de sueños eternos&lt;br /&gt;Tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;De ternura&lt;br /&gt;De tu amor&lt;br /&gt;De tu alma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-8372399707624951677?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/10/en-el-embrion-del-silencio-acumulado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/StVbwyrpP0I/AAAAAAAAEkE/PiMB1YYQGS4/s72-c/ffff.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>214</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-4884695333947624914</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 06:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T03:54:19.253-04:00</atom:updated><title>Popol Vuh. Soy un grano de Maíz.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/StF5X35kkXI/AAAAAAAAEj0/DNtotdyd3Ak/s1600-h/sociedad-maya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 91px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/StF5X35kkXI/AAAAAAAAEj0/DNtotdyd3Ak/s200/sociedad-maya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391223679988568434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Popol Vuh&lt;br /&gt;Soy  un grano de maíz&lt;br /&gt;Más de 500 años,&lt;br /&gt;Un 12 de no se qué,&lt;br /&gt;Un grito de no se quién,&lt;br /&gt;Cicatriz&lt;br /&gt;Represión&lt;br /&gt;Tortura mi palpitar&lt;br /&gt;Lucha&lt;br /&gt;Compromiso&lt;br /&gt;Libertad hay que conquistar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popol Vuh&lt;br /&gt;Soy un grano de maíz&lt;br /&gt;Maya&lt;br /&gt;Indio&lt;br /&gt;Campesino listo para luchar&lt;br /&gt;Mestizo color miseria&lt;br /&gt;Sandalias&lt;br /&gt;Barro es mi despertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popol Vuh&lt;br /&gt;Soy un grano de maíz&lt;br /&gt;Mazorca&lt;br /&gt;Fibra&lt;br /&gt;Vierto en mí caminar&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/StF5YL-u7hI/AAAAAAAAEj8/ImR1BU54JG8/s1600-h/garno+maiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 76px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/StF5YL-u7hI/AAAAAAAAEj8/ImR1BU54JG8/s200/garno+maiz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391223685378928146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;Esperanza&lt;br /&gt;La victoria tenemos que alcanzar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Popol Vuh: Libro sagrado de los Mayas "Libro del Consejo" o "Libro de la Comunidad" es el libro sagrado de los indios quichés que habitaban en la zona de Guatemala.&lt;br /&gt;Se explicaba en él el origen del mundo y de los indios Mayas. También se relataba la historia de todos los soberanos. Dios nos  hizo de Maiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-4884695333947624914?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/10/popol-vuh-soy-un-grano-de-maiz-un-12-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/StF5X35kkXI/AAAAAAAAEj0/DNtotdyd3Ak/s72-c/sociedad-maya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>167</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-4196412600761745557</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T11:28:49.941-04:00</atom:updated><title>Escondidas en las hojas de tu cuerpo</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Ss10wPoFccI/AAAAAAAAEh8/UxbkNrBBbLc/s1600-h/libotrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Ss10wPoFccI/AAAAAAAAEh8/UxbkNrBBbLc/s200/libotrt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390092701209555394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;El sol, con su presencia&lt;br /&gt;Colorea mis venas te ternura&lt;br /&gt;Acumulando de energía mis pinceles&lt;br /&gt;Para amarte con pasión impresionista&lt;br /&gt;En el lienzo erguido de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quemo la lectura,&lt;br /&gt;Leyendo líneas&lt;br /&gt;Deshojando poros&lt;br /&gt;Descifrando las  metáforas&lt;br /&gt;Escondidas en las hojas de tu cuerpo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-4196412600761745557?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/10/escondido-en-las-hojas-de-tu-cuerpo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Ss10wPoFccI/AAAAAAAAEh8/UxbkNrBBbLc/s72-c/libotrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>194</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1639661291129201669.post-2663760590204880919</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 05:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T02:13:12.680-04:00</atom:updated><title>Voz morena inmaculada de la lucha</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Ssl_yDFL8zI/AAAAAAAAEhk/nB8mEVq_HnY/s1600-h/Mercedes+Sosa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Ssl_yDFL8zI/AAAAAAAAEhk/nB8mEVq_HnY/s200/Mercedes+Sosa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388978926922756914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoy el canto es para vos,&lt;br /&gt;Voz morena inmaculada de la lucha&lt;br /&gt;Hago mía tu existencia en armonía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argentina exilio fue tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Negra,&lt;br /&gt;Ausencia tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;Canto de ternura tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escucho tu voz&lt;br /&gt;En el canto libertario de los pobres&lt;br /&gt;Acaricié tu voz&lt;br /&gt;En la lucha clandestina,&lt;br /&gt;En las celdas aferradas al olvido,&lt;br /&gt;Nacen mis torturas del recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Abrazado en tu canto sublime  por la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morena,&lt;br /&gt;Voz de lucha necesaria&lt;br /&gt;Nacen lágrimas marchitas por tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Son las mías que acarician de ternura tu agonía,&lt;br /&gt;De esperanza son mis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Morena canto vivo,&lt;br /&gt;Pululan por los ríos de justicia&lt;br /&gt;Sembrando compromiso  tú presencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SsmBFZWlCkI/AAAAAAAAEhs/qyF_cJZV1dY/s1600-h/a,aman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/SsmBFZWlCkI/AAAAAAAAEhs/qyF_cJZV1dY/s200/a,aman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388980358830426690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoy flexiono en llanto tu partida&lt;br /&gt;Y hago mías tus canciones,&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando el camino de lo pobres&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes Sosa Negra Compañera&lt;br /&gt;Siempre con tu Voz Presente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1639661291129201669-2663760590204880919?l=apayess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://apayess.blogspot.com/2009/10/voz-morena-inmaculada-de-la-lucha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Adolfo Payés)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V92vQxYv_Fs/Ssl_yDFL8zI/AAAAAAAAEhk/nB8mEVq_HnY/s72-c/Mercedes+Sosa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>202</thr:total></item></channel></rss>