tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49456566264498648882012-02-16T16:07:57.667+01:00La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.comBlogger3701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-85015447739600601652012-01-05T11:00:00.001+01:002012-01-05T11:02:27.408+01:00<br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Jamás he visto pasar el tiempo</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">en la espera de los paritorios</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">ni en el complejo vuelo</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">hacia el desesperado duelo </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">de los velatorios.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Jamás he visto pasar el tiempo</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">a tu paso, calle arriba. Si acaso</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">he oído el latido de mi corazón</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">ahí metido, en la materia </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">que se transforma </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">y se rompe</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">la calma del compás</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">cuando tu mirada</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">(en un desliz)</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">acaricia mi alma.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Más si el tiempo es oro, lo ignoro.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">jamás he encontrado Eldorado</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Y moriré </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">anhelando los besos</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">que nunca me has dado</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">mientras el tiempo permanecerá</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">eternamente escondido,</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">en algún lado.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8501544773960060165?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-10368546782205328682010-11-04T17:40:00.008+01:002010-11-04T18:07:37.939+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Recuerdo instantes en mi casa</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">cuando las casas eran hogares</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">recuerdo detalles y olores</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">mi madre en la cocina domando fogones</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">guisando primores,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">pues mi padre venía con gana</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">de su diaria empresa</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">y quería saciarla en la mesa.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Recuerdo juegos en la calle</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">cuando las calles eran libres</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">recuerdo detalles y sabores</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">sangre en mis rodillas, heridas y dolores</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">que curaba con saliva,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">la misma que compartía </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">juntando los labios con la niña azorada</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">que se creía enamorada.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Niña que ahora dice ser mi mujer</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">y no consigo recordar,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">que dice ser madre de mis hijos </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">y no los consigo evocar…</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Mujer e hijos</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">detalles, olores y sabores </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">hogar y calles presentes</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">que se niegan </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">a ser recuerdo en mi mente,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">que se desprenden</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">como hojas caducas </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">de mis ramas secas y tronco ajado</span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">perdiéndose en el suelo, olvidados.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Sólo lo que permanece </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">en mi raíz </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">recuerdo, </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">bajo tierra,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">de ahí salí</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">y ahí vuelvo.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-1036854678220532868?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-80270905994342920692010-08-26T18:25:00.003+02:002010-08-26T18:30:27.913+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Para ver lo que hay que ver </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;">mejor ni miro </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;">para oír lo que hay que oír </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;">mejor ni escucho<br />para oler lo que hay que oler </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;">mejor ni huelo </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;">para tocar lo que hay que tocar </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;">mejor ni toco </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;">para saborear lo que hay que saborear</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;">mejor ni pruebo. </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Para no sentir, mejor escribo </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;">aunque nadie perciba mi sinsentido.</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8027090599434292069?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-43520334039947128442010-03-17T17:14:00.003+01:002010-03-17T17:19:28.694+01:00<span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">En el lodazal de los nuevos tiempos</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">nos revolcamos todo el rebaño</span><br />menos los malditos hombres lodo<br />que constantemente nos arrojan barro<br />con malicia, con descaro<br />en mecánico ritual<br />como todo en este lodazal <br />de los nuevos tiempos<br />donde nos removemos todo el año<br />entre desidia, ignorancia y fango<br />sin atrevernos a evitarlo<br />ni tan siquiera a imaginarlo<br />pues el grumoso barro<br />mantiene ocluidos nuestros ojos<br />nuestras boca y oídos<br />no hay horizonte ni sentidos<br />en el lodazal de los nuevos tiempos<br />donde la doctrina es hacerse daño<br />y la disparatada aspiración de casi todos<br />es convertirse en hombre lodo<br />para constantemente arrojar barro<br />con malicia, con descaro<br />hasta que una noche de luna llena<br />las ideas finalmente se tornen honestas<br />abandonen el miedo y la locura<br />y muden su dignidad en balas de plata<br />para aniquilar a esta jauría que aún perdura<br />en el lodazal de los nuevos tiempos<br />donde lo real es el engaño<br />y nuestros huesos arcillosos<br />apenas protegen frágiles almas de caolín<br />abocadas a un destino cenagoso<br />donde toda postrera esperanza<br />antes de medrar<br />conoce su fin.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4352033403994712844?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-7441968999279170952010-01-15T12:09:00.001+01:002010-01-15T12:12:08.422+01:00<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jniFS1EHnLY/S1BMXwDJxMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i0I2eQh2_D8/s1600-h/marque+jaune.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jniFS1EHnLY/S1BMXwDJxMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i0I2eQh2_D8/s320/marque+jaune.JPG" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>Buen año.</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Durante el mismo, La Marca Amarilla intentará cubrir los huecos abiertos el pasado año 2009. </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Para completar los 365 poemas (uno por día)&nbsp;deberá escribir los que se dejó "olvidados". </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Las condiciones de este auto-taller de escritura en verso han sido duras, pero no hay nada imposible para La Marca Amarilla!!!&nbsp; <strong>AH AH AH</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">De momento, si clickais en las entradas de los 12 meses del 2009 podréis leer gran parte de los 365 poemas. </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">En cuanto todos estén escritos se os notificará con una nueva entrada.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Hasta entonces, no me perdáis de vista ...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><strong>La Marca Amarilla.</strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-744196899927917095?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-33856753580269256122009-12-24T11:59:00.003+01:002009-12-24T11:59:59.548+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>FIN DE AÑO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-3385675358026925612?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-22443416591973849232009-12-24T11:59:00.001+01:002009-12-24T11:59:23.036+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAVIDAD 10</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-2244341659197384923?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-41804591466313281222009-12-24T11:58:00.001+01:002009-12-24T11:58:54.440+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAVIDAD 9</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4180459146631328122?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-24515662068432322432009-12-24T11:56:00.000+01:002009-12-24T11:57:09.765+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>INOCENTE</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-2451566206843232243?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-12099546446850966732009-12-24T11:49:00.001+01:002009-12-24T11:49:54.579+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAVIDAD 8</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-1209954644685096673?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-89613079870918103082009-12-24T11:45:00.001+01:002009-12-24T11:45:50.730+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAVIDAD 7</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8961307987091810308?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-14666553796385287392009-12-24T11:42:00.001+01:002009-12-24T11:42:28.562+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAVIDAD 6</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-1466655379638528739?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-72376945515586911902009-12-24T11:41:00.000+01:002009-12-24T11:42:01.729+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Nochebuena</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7237694551558691190?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-2602522575607377272009-12-24T11:36:00.001+01:002009-12-24T11:36:37.652+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAVIDAD 5</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-260252257560737727?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-75882322434772382672009-12-24T11:35:00.002+01:002009-12-24T11:36:12.766+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAVIDAD 4</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7588232243477238267?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-77583000896923468542009-12-24T11:35:00.001+01:002009-12-24T11:35:41.121+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAVIDAD 3</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7758300089692346854?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-45442208911950318932009-12-24T11:33:00.002+01:002009-12-24T11:34:12.647+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAVIDAD 2</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4544220891195031893?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-83270576945514330292009-12-24T11:33:00.001+01:002009-12-24T11:33:49.894+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAVIDAD 1</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8327057694551433029?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-56290219650794199022009-12-18T13:14:00.001+01:002009-12-18T13:15:39.977+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>MIRANDO LA PARED<br /></strong><br />Coja el mejor sillón que tenga en el salón.<br />Póngalo frente a una pared limpia,<br />sin muebles, sin cuadros ni ornamentación.<br />Ahora siéntese, coja buena posición,<br />justa distancia y mire detenidamente<br />al yeso, estuco, ladrillo u hormigón.<br />Ahora piense. ¿Qué ve?...<br />Todas las imágenes que entren en su mente<br />toda percepción<br />todo lo que vea en esa pared<br />todo<br />está en su interior.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-5629021965079419902?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-70448536206052313682009-12-18T13:13:00.000+01:002009-12-18T13:14:22.783+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>DE TODO SE SALE</strong><br /><br />Todo aquel que se dice maduro<br />que presuntamente atesora<br />una gran experiencia vital<br />te dirá que de todo se sale.<br /><br />Tranquilo,<br /> no hay lugar para la aflicción<br />aunque dentro mueras en vilo<br />fuera siempre habrá un mundo mejor.<br /><br />De todo se sale,<br />ya sea andando, corriendo<br />o con los pies por delante.<br />Aunque después te estés pudriendo<br />al menos lo intentaste.<br /><br />De todo se sale, han dicho<br />muchas voces<br />desde dentro de los nichos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7044853620605231368?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-8969039299123144122009-12-16T11:11:00.002+01:002009-12-18T13:12:25.311+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>PERDIDO</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Me encuentro perdido,<br />con la sensación<br />de haber extraviado la noción<br />del tiempo y del espacio.<br /><br />Me encuentro perdido,<br />visiono la vida despacio,<br />a cámara lenta, sin sonido<br />ni color; sin ilusión.<br /><br />Me encuentro perdido<br />como nunca recuerdo,<br />como si estuviera sufriendo una alucinación<br />o como si estuviera muy cuerdo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-896903929912314412?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-39447907389074534992009-12-16T11:09:00.001+01:002009-12-18T13:13:06.174+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>ENGAÑO</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">En espera de actualizar, podéis leer más poemas por ahí abajo!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Gracias!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-3944790738907453499?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-61678605980245102152009-12-16T11:08:00.002+01:002009-12-16T11:09:09.108+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>FRÍO INTERIOR</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-6167860598024510215?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-9407503930482377022009-12-16T11:08:00.001+01:002009-12-16T11:08:37.877+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>DESPISTE</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-940750393048237702?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-19411107012189101662009-12-16T11:07:00.001+01:002009-12-16T11:07:49.771+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>COMO ERA</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-1941110701218910166?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-9220107015895580212009-12-16T11:06:00.001+01:002009-12-16T11:06:29.051+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>EXCESOS</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-922010701589558021?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-53942791039654406032009-12-16T11:05:00.001+01:002009-12-16T11:05:59.718+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>CUÉNTAME EL FINAL</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-5394279103965440603?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-3533644924786629112009-12-16T11:04:00.002+01:002009-12-16T11:05:10.986+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>NO CAMINO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-353364492478662911?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-48510931502429802422009-12-16T11:04:00.001+01:002009-12-16T11:04:35.704+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>HOLGAZÁN</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4851093150242980242?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-80712679063433186842009-12-16T11:01:00.002+01:002009-12-16T11:02:24.677+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>AGLOMERACIÓN</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8071267906343318684?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-31809432496114435232009-12-16T11:01:00.001+01:002009-12-16T11:01:50.320+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>RISA DE ABUELA</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-3180943249611443523?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-85001400214086031682009-12-16T10:59:00.003+01:002009-12-18T13:11:02.491+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>LUCES DE NAVIDAD</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Ya se encendieron las luces de navidad.<br />ya se muestra , como cada año,<br />engalanada la ciudad<br />para comprobar el triste contraste<br />que ofrece la luz artificial<br />con la más oscura realidad.<br /><br />Vale más que el reflejo ciegue la mirada<br />y contemplar la felicidad de escaparate<br />que no mirar hacía los rincones sombríos que nos rodean</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">y no querer ver nada.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8500140021408603168?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-52703966761363331132009-12-16T10:59:00.002+01:002009-12-16T11:00:12.940+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>FLOR DE INVIERNO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-5270396676136333113?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-18495634629840162252009-12-04T13:33:00.002+01:002009-12-04T13:34:21.503+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>¿HAY ALGUIEN AHÍ?</strong><br /><br />A veces me veo como un objeto perdido<br />silenciado por el destino,<br />un elemento extraviado<br />por todo el mundo olvidado ,<br />omitido,<br />relegado,<br />arrinconado,<br />descuidado,<br />prescindido,<br />excluido,<br />ignorado...<br />¿No?<br />¿No?<br />...<br />¿Hay alguien ahí?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-1849563462984016225?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-62319866039154908842009-12-04T13:33:00.001+01:002009-12-04T13:33:33.051+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>AVENTURADO</strong><br /><br />Se quejó de su mala suerte<br />el día en que le visitó la muerte,<br />después de que su vida<br />fuera un continuo derroche<br />de afortunados sucesos<br />desde la mañana hasta la noche.<br />Y de golpe,<br />de la noche a la mañana,<br />la desgracia se acostó en su cama</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">saltando la ventura por la ventana.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-6231986603915490884?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-76030013894693058442009-12-04T13:32:00.001+01:002009-12-04T13:32:49.286+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>EL PRIMER CAFÉ<br /></strong><br />Tras el primer café de la mañana<br />-con su sabor y su aroma-<br />te conviertes<br />(aunque vayas en pijama,<br />despeinado, con legañas,<br />halitosis y empalmado)<br />en un elegante George Clooney,<br />con presencia y engalanado.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7603001389469305844?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-49617040662019158612009-11-30T17:38:00.003+01:002009-12-16T11:11:10.193+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>En espera de actualizar, podéis leer los últimos poemas un poco más abajo...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>¡Gracias!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4961704066201915861?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-32837598901262017182009-11-30T17:37:00.002+01:002009-11-30T17:38:27.593+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>1</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-3283759890126201718?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-50830641297610764062009-11-30T17:37:00.001+01:002009-11-30T17:37:43.060+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>2</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-5083064129761076406?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-32541583484385733812009-11-30T17:36:00.004+01:002009-11-30T17:37:19.681+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>3</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-3254158348438573381?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-19580924615413414722009-11-30T17:36:00.003+01:002009-11-30T17:36:49.530+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>4</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-1958092461541341472?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-70890091035579470992009-11-30T17:36:00.001+01:002009-11-30T17:36:21.888+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>5</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7089009103557947099?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-88510841002593052962009-11-30T15:34:00.001+01:002009-11-30T15:34:34.753+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>PRESUNTO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8851084100259305296?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-30190909869819514832009-11-30T15:33:00.001+01:002009-11-30T15:33:57.794+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>MOVER EL MUNDO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-3019090986981951483?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-49531072548395461842009-11-30T15:32:00.002+01:002009-11-30T15:33:16.953+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>VIVIR EN UNA BALLENA</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4953107254839546184?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-8365640646251323222009-11-30T15:32:00.001+01:002009-11-30T15:32:41.569+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>TRUCO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-836564064625132322?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-46759019122323425932009-11-30T15:30:00.000+01:002009-11-30T15:31:50.807+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>NO HAY COLEGIO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4675901912232342593?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-71074202231589074172009-11-30T15:29:00.001+01:002009-11-30T15:29:43.259+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>ENTENDERSE</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7107420223158907417?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-5765654234148176312009-11-30T15:28:00.001+01:002009-11-30T15:28:57.165+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>CRUCE DE MIRADAS</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-576565423414817631?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-47792780652203918982009-11-30T15:27:00.002+01:002009-11-30T15:28:16.640+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>PERSEGUIDO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4779278065220391898?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-73876850502980929152009-11-30T15:27:00.001+01:002009-11-30T15:27:40.051+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>EL MOMENTO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7387685050298092915?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-12859874910812840692009-11-30T15:26:00.000+01:002009-11-30T15:27:05.779+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>PRIMER CAFE</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-1285987491081284069?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-52173322520990547082009-11-30T15:25:00.000+01:002009-11-30T15:26:12.838+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>NO RECUERDO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-5217332252099054708?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-44637478480260924532009-11-30T15:14:00.000+01:002009-11-30T15:15:32.763+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>CARAS TRISTES</strong><br /><br />Paseas por el bosque de las caras tristes,<br />donde los pájaros muestran su afonía,<br />las flores nacen marchitas<br />y los cervatillos son feroces...<br /><br />Paseas por el bosque de las caras tristes<br />buscando entre sus ramas algo de alegría<br />el rincón secreto de afrodita<br />o encantos que no conoces...<br /><br />Después de muchos días, desistes.<br />¡No puedes transformar el paisaje!<br />Deberías cambiar todas las raíces</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">del bosque de las caras tristes...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4463747848026092453?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-2741640880076052862009-11-30T15:13:00.000+01:002009-11-30T15:14:28.521+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>AMANECER NUBLADO</strong><br /><br />Con los ojos entornados y la cara marcada<br />por vasos medio vacíos y una almohada<br />te acercas a la balconada con idiota sonrisa<br />-restos de cena con fluoxetina-.<br />La fresca brisa alborada te da en la cara<br />mientras contemplas nubes anaranjadas<br />con forma de corazones trinchados.<br />Tienes el vello erizado y erectos los pezones,<br />entonces gritas al viento<br />“¡hoy será un gran día, qué cojones!”.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-274164088007605286?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-71515092145489609282009-11-30T15:11:00.001+01:002009-11-30T15:13:42.721+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>LA ANCIANA ENTRE BASURA</strong><br /><br />La vida muestra usura<br />cuando sale la luna<br />y aparece una anciana<br />-pelo blanco, baja estatura,<br />ojos azul tristeza-<br />tras un contenedor de basura.<br />Con gran torpeza<br />remueve desperdicios,<br />indignos manjares<br />entre dignos edificios,<br />para después continuar la ruta<br />mustia como su sombra,<br />hacia otros contenedores<br />donde llenar su carrito de la compra.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7151509214548960928?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-19569400511847167842009-11-30T15:10:00.002+01:002009-11-30T15:16:43.030+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>¿HAY ALGUIEN AHÍ?</strong><br /><br />Sólo hago que llamar<br />hasta matar mi voz<br />hasta que mis nudillos<br />comienzan a sangrar dolor.<br />Y mis lágrimas lloran<br />al ver que no sirven para nada,<br />que no obtiene respuesta la llamada...<br />Sobre la coraza que cubre tu corazón.<br />Sobre la fortaleza que rodea tu frágil interior.<br />Sobre la dura roca,<br />compuesta de fina y débil arena,<br />que viste tu persona.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-1956940051184716784?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-52454049881859263012009-11-23T18:55:00.003+01:002009-11-30T15:13:08.316+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>NADA HABÍA ANTES DE QUE VINIERAN final cut</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Nada había antes de que vinieran.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Sólo un agrio subsistir</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">un vivir día a día entre cuatro paredes sin vistas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">y un tejado de uralita.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Carente de suelo firme habitaba suspendido</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">sobre un profundo vacío lleno de prescindibles.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Nada había antes de que vinieran.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Sólo un deambular derrotado</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">por desiertos desprovistos de oasis ansiados,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">sin derrotero.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Sin estrella que me guiara ni ánimo de buscarla.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Hasta que ellos vinieron</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">y viró el viento en otra dirección.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">No por deseados causaron menos algarabía</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">no por esperados provocaron menos emoción.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Ellos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">nuevos timoneles fueron,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">destellos que la travesía iluminó,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">alegres melodías frente a una anodina canción.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Desde que ellos vinieron<br />todo rebosa,todo subsistir cobró sentido.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Las cuatro paredes se tornaron hogar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">el tejado bóveda celestial</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">y el suelo firme terreno fértil donde abonar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Ahora la vida exige más esfuerzo pero obtienes regocijos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Ahora de mi futuro soy padre y de la ilusión soy hijo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-5245404988185926301?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-40195331452597044122009-11-23T18:54:00.000+01:002009-11-23T18:55:17.879+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>JUGUETE</strong><br /><br />Tan juguete es el objeto sofisticado,<br />caro o barato, comprado o regalado<br />pero moderno, bello, elaborado.<br />Como juguete es el humilde trasto<br />artesano, modesto, reciclado...<br />Su valor será<br />el que el fausto niño –grande o pequeño- le conceda<br />y no el del precio de venta en el mercado.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4019533145259704412?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-69778951556285688372009-11-23T18:49:00.002+01:002009-11-23T18:50:15.725+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>ELEFANTE ROSA</strong><br /><br />Un elefante de color rosa<br />fue al lago a beber agua<br />y mira como fue la cosa<br />que después de un mal trago<br />el rosa se tornó morado<br />y se le arrugó la trompa.<br /><br />No pienses que este poema es una baratija<br />pues está escrito entre la piedra pómez que soy yo,<br />y la piedra preciosa que es mi hija.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-6977895155628568837?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-8129374563226482722009-11-23T18:49:00.001+01:002009-11-23T18:49:47.732+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>PRECIPICIO</strong><br /><br />Colgado del precipicio aquel<br />que aparece bajo todo hombre<br />mientras malvive entre mujer y mujer,<br />estaba a punto de caer<br />cuando apareció una mano femenina,<br />amable y auxiliadora,<br />que agarró firme mi muñeca.<br /><br />Miré hacia la mujer<br />(sorprendido)<br />con dolor en mi mueca<br />mas todo mal desapareció<br />al observar su belleza<br />y su cómplice sonrisa.<br /><br />Pero cuando mi mirada con prisa<br />se desvió hacia sus pechos<br />su mano salvadora se despegó de la mía,<br />su amabilidad se mudó en despecho<br />-y se cumplió el estropicio-<br />por mi perenne lujuria<br />volví a caer en el precipicio.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-812937456322648272?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-86221548963793490662009-11-13T13:26:00.002+01:002009-11-13T13:27:11.386+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>POBRES</strong><br /><br />Esta mañana llovía pobreza<br />y la gente de la ciudad se resguardaba<br />bajo las cornisas para que no les mojara.<br />Sólo los mendigos dejaban<br />que el sirimiri les refrescara.<br />En el campo, sin embargo,<br />agradecían el lloviznar<br />acostumbrados como están<br />las miserias a soportar.<br />Menos los señoritos,<br />guarecidos en su hogar.<br />Bienaventurados quienes tengan paraguas<br />y por estas malas aguas no se dejen mojar.<br /><br />Esta mañana llovía pobreza<br />y parece que no va a amainar.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8622154896379349066?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-80694487406253998222009-11-13T13:26:00.001+01:002009-11-13T13:26:35.177+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>INOCENCIA</strong><br /><br />Al final,<br />con tanto afán<br />por beber la vida de un trago,<br />cuando los bebés sepan<br />quienes son los Reyes Magos<br />y carezcan de infancia.<br />¿Qué hada madrina de blanca tez<br />les devolverá la inocencia,<br />la divina insensatez?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8069448740625399822?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-46464720063758529532009-11-13T13:25:00.001+01:002009-11-13T13:28:57.912+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>COMBATE</strong><br /><br />Como cada noche<br />por televisión ofrecían la velada.<br />El público<br />-que no se hallaba en la grada<br />en contra de lo acostumbrado-<br />el ring ocupaba.<br />Esperanza versus desencanto<br />era el diario enfrentamiento<br />en que los púgiles variaban<br />constantemente su condición<br />de aspirante o campeón<br />según aquella mañana despertaban.<br />Todos pelean contra uno mismo<br />son su único, temible rival.<br />Y es que este combate<br />permanente y existencial<br />es como la vida misma;<br />un continuo disparate.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4646472006375852953?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-64904979856740526222009-11-13T13:24:00.002+01:002009-11-13T13:25:26.628+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>SOLUCIONES</strong><br /><br />“Que sea lo que Dios quiera”<br />Esperas el desenlace de las cuestiones<br />como el que nada espera<br />como el que carece de voluntades,<br />e inmóvil permaneces<br />hasta que otros<br />(siempre otros)<br />aporten soluciones.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-6490497985674052622?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-83831063361337765832009-11-13T13:24:00.001+01:002009-11-13T13:24:54.618+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>VULNERABLE</strong><br /><br />Subí a la montaña más alta posible.<br />Os tuve a mis pies<br />y de ello me jacté.<br />Pude haberos aniquilado<br />pues gigante me sentí ante un universo baladí,<br />pero mi maldita indulgencia<br />apareció en instante inesperado<br />y por desidia desistí.<br /><br />Entonces el trueno retumbó,<br />el vendaval apareció a traición y con furia.<br />El cielo vomitó torrentes<br />sobre mi diminuta presencia<br />y sus nubes formaron la imagen de un Dios<br />-tangible y veraz-<br />que me advirtió, en clase magistral,<br />de mi falta de humildad ,<br />de mi vulnerabilidad<br />ante la enérgica fortaleza<br />que puede exhibir la Naturaleza.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8383106336133776583?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-5194761246712002402009-10-30T11:10:00.003+01:002009-10-30T11:21:06.655+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>HOGUERA DE DIFUNTOS</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-519476124671200240?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-44774681323420378442009-10-30T10:30:00.001+01:002009-10-30T11:07:43.914+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>ROZADO POR EL AZAR</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4477468132342037844?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-82090804138573786032009-10-30T10:20:00.001+01:002009-10-30T10:22:51.284+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>RECAÍDA</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8209080413857378603?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-71437294273755800362009-10-30T10:18:00.000+01:002009-10-30T10:19:21.814+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>HUMILDAD</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7143729427375580036?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-90393560388416019432009-10-30T10:17:00.001+01:002009-10-30T10:18:50.237+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>EL NIÑO QUE VIO EL CADÁVER DE SU ABUELO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-9039356038841601943?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-76552491304553404982009-10-29T17:47:00.001+01:002009-10-29T17:47:46.644+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>MUERTE ANUNCIADA</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7655249130455340498?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-36550493251440569852009-10-29T17:46:00.000+01:002009-10-29T17:47:11.896+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>ANOCHECE</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-3655049325144056985?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-5156582627242863022009-10-29T17:45:00.002+01:002009-10-29T17:46:38.043+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>PASTEL DE CUMPLEAÑOS</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-515658262724286302?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-23377023715304840582009-10-29T17:45:00.001+01:002009-10-29T17:45:50.465+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>NO NOS HABLAMOS</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-2337702371530484058?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-74145331720457438722009-10-29T17:44:00.002+01:002009-10-29T17:45:24.689+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>NO LLEVABA LA ROPA ADECUADA</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7414533172045743872?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-8155405807170720382009-10-29T17:44:00.001+01:002009-10-29T17:44:44.027+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>QUÉ RÁPIDO PASÓ LA SEMANA</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-815540580717072038?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-5958502642710764802009-10-29T17:43:00.001+01:002009-10-29T17:43:54.283+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>SINCERIDAD</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-595850264271076480?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-61516033078009874612009-10-29T17:41:00.002+01:002009-10-29T17:42:15.554+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>¿CON QUÉ SUEÑAS?</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-6151603307800987461?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-41572378842056395552009-10-29T17:41:00.001+01:002009-10-29T17:41:29.971+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>INDICADA</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4157237884205639555?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-56310202159141439882009-10-29T17:40:00.001+01:002009-10-29T17:40:50.542+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>LA VIDA ES JUEGO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-5631020215914143988?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-80934206879093153852009-10-29T17:39:00.000+01:002009-10-29T17:40:19.554+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>CANSADO DE ESPERAR</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8093420687909315385?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-48165042742660631692009-10-27T10:44:00.004+01:002009-10-27T10:56:39.624+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>NADA HABÍA ANTES DE QUE VINIERAN</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Nada había antes de que vinieran.<br />Sólo un agrio subsistir<br />un vivir día a día entre cuatro paredes sin vistas<br />y un tejado de uralita.<br />Carente de suelo firme habitaba suspendido<br />sobre un profundo vacío lleno de prescindibles.<br /><br />Nada había antes de que vinieran.<br />Sólo un deambular derrotado<br />por desiertos desprovistos de oasis ansiados,<br />sin derrotero.<br />Sin estrella que me guiara ni ánimo de buscarla.<br /><br />Hasta que ellos vinieron<br />y viró el viento en otra dirección.<br />No por deseados causaron menos algarabía<br />no por esperados provocaron menos emoción.<br />Ellos<br />nuevos timoneles fueron,<br />destellos que la travesía iluminó,<br />alegres melodías frente a una anodina canción.<br /><br />Desde que vinieron todo rebosa,<br />todo subsistir cobró sentido.<br />Las cuatro paredes se tornaron hogar,<br />el tejado bóveda celestial<br />y el suelo firme terreno fértil donde abonar.<br />La vida con ellos<br />exige más esfuerzo pero encuentras regocijos<br />porque ahora todo mi egoísmo es su felicidad<br />y toda mi felicidad es la de ellos, la de los hijos.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-4816504274266063169?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-90845434153621204642009-10-27T10:37:00.002+01:002009-10-27T10:38:15.950+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>ASESINO EN SERIE</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-9084543415362120464?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-83391468199356953962009-10-27T10:37:00.001+01:002009-10-27T10:37:42.460+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>EXAMEN CONTINUO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8339146819935695396?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-58264559177296872912009-10-27T10:36:00.001+01:002009-10-27T10:36:46.000+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>BANDERAS</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-5826455917729687291?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-91484748759735144402009-10-27T10:35:00.001+01:002009-10-27T10:35:58.527+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>NATURALMENTE</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-9148474875973514440?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-30283698946580200572009-10-27T10:34:00.000+01:002009-10-27T10:35:24.056+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>CORRUPTO</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-3028369894658020057?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-17968900072185316772009-10-27T10:07:00.001+01:002009-10-27T10:34:06.507+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>COPA DE CAVA</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-1796890007218531677?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-83941120096118273132009-10-08T18:20:00.002+02:002009-10-08T18:26:02.711+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>CARICIAS</strong><br /><br />Y llegó la noche<br />en que ya no quieres caricias,<br />en que hay silencio y hastío<br />donde antes hubieron risas.<br />Llegó la noche de verano<br />donde el calor se transformó en frío<br />y los besos congelados<br />se rompieron en pedazos<br />tras su caída al vacío,<br />dentro de esa Nada<br />en que se han convertido<br />tu vida y una relación sin sentido.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-8394112009611827313?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-27646644799851485252009-10-08T18:19:00.002+02:002009-10-08T18:20:02.525+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>ESPEJO</strong><br /><br />Conforme pasan los años<br />me siento como un vampiro,<br />no por la inmortalidad<br />ni por la amoralidad,<br />sino porque cuando me miro<br />al ponerme frente al espejo<br />no logro reconocerme,<br />no percibo mi reflejo<br />tal como lo recuerdo...<br />Tan sólo veo a un viejo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-2764664479985148525?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-26473721871731785842009-10-08T18:19:00.001+02:002009-10-08T18:19:32.905+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>MARCHAR</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-2647372187173178584?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-54365658895993900032009-10-08T18:18:00.003+02:002009-10-08T18:18:57.408+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>MARAVILLOSA VIDA</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-5436565889599390003?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-20662265533300115452009-10-08T18:18:00.001+02:002009-10-08T18:18:32.329+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>CRISIS DE VALORES</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-2066226553330011545?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-64919089476482113782009-10-08T18:17:00.000+02:002009-10-08T18:18:00.937+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>ABSURDA HAMBRE</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-6491908947648211378?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-21314959868597515682009-10-08T18:16:00.001+02:002009-10-08T18:24:39.529+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>DECEPCIÓN</strong><br /><br />Tras la inesperada derrota<br />surge la decepción.<br />Por fuera, la cara de idiota.<br />Por dentro, la frustración,<br />la sensación de obtener<br />una nula recompensa<br />ante tanta expectación.<br /><br />Ya nada puede cambiar<br />el resultado definitivo...<br />Encima tienes que aguantar<br />perversas muestras de compasión:<br />“Lo importante era participar”<br />es el máximo consuelo que recibes<br />(pues eso, que se lo crea el rival).</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-2131495986859751568?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-13466752349306805412009-10-08T18:15:00.000+02:002009-10-08T18:16:37.243+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>SINVIVIR</strong><br /><br />Que el dinero no ofrecía felicidad<br />sintió una vez un hombre rico<br />y en su pesadumbre<br />dio a pedigüeños y mendigos<br />toda su fortuna y pico.<br /><br />Continuó su humilde vida,<br />contradictoria, confusa,<br />y en su pesadumbre<br />sintió que era infeliz siendo pobre,<br />pero al menos –ahora- tenía excusa.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-1346675234930680541?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-55562770854384152802009-09-30T16:26:00.002+02:002009-10-01T18:06:23.928+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>EFECTO MARIPOSA</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Al mismo tiempo<br />que la mariposa aletea cerca de las flores<br />que las flores abren sus pétalos al sol<br />que el sol ilumina la sonrisa del niño<br />que el feliz niño corretea hacía sus padres<br />que los padres abrazan orgullosos al hijo...<br />Al mismo tiempo, en otro lugar,<br />habrá un hijo de puta preparado<br />para joder una escena similar.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-5556277085438415280?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-25331998687836757542009-09-30T16:25:00.002+02:002009-10-01T18:07:53.129+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>ÁNGEL</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Pasó un ángel entre tu y yo<br />cuando te hablé de amor.<br />Bajaste la mirada<br />cuando te miraba<br />y surgió el rubor.<br />¿Tú me quieres?<br />Pasó un ángel entre tu y yo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">que causa mucho dolor.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-2533199868783675754?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945656626449864888.post-76504478212468337292009-09-30T16:18:00.004+02:002009-10-02T10:51:43.815+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>FALSAS PROMESAS</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Agarrada a la oculta mentira<br />creyendo que era verdad,<br />así te encontré un día.<br />Así te vuelvo a encontrar.<br /><br />Te pido que desconfíes<br />y me hablas de esperanza...<br />de que quizás mañana...<br />de un voto de confianza...<br /><br />Te ruego que receles,<br />por favor. Y ni por esas...<br />Siempre caes en la trampa<br />de las falsas promesas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945656626449864888-7650447821246833729?l=elgarajermetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Marca Amarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13206360803011499294noreply@blogger.com0