tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733746263251090972024-02-07T13:31:20.356+01:00A L A S D O SC. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comBlogger595125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-76318349455368641692014-05-12T01:51:00.003+02:002014-05-12T01:53:35.106+02:00© Margaret KEELAN<br />
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-19199993378613266302014-05-04T01:53:00.000+02:002014-05-04T01:53:04.516+02:00Bartolomeu de GUSMAO: "A passarola", 1709<br />
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-88338289005701013362014-04-26T21:20:00.000+02:002014-04-26T21:20:18.609+02:00Alfonso COSTAFREDA: Aúllan<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">En la sorda montaña</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">cautivos de un cielo inclemente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">una fuerza invisible</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">los impulsa hacia una muerte cierta</span><br />
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-63960283886308359402014-04-03T02:52:00.001+02:002014-04-03T02:52:06.028+02:00Cesar BALDACCINI: Hombre pájaro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-71237000675379581212014-03-30T03:57:00.001+02:002014-03-30T03:57:57.645+02:00Christian UETZ: Sin título.<br />
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De Rainer el verdadero, perfecto, más brillante, más hermoso ángel.<br />
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<i>Reiners echter, ganzer, strahlendster, schönster Engel.</i><br />
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-72301068409789378912014-03-14T02:38:00.000+01:002014-03-14T02:38:38.733+01:00Albert EINSTEIN<br />
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-53281157773390388782014-03-09T20:10:00.001+01:002014-03-09T20:10:55.216+01:00© Erika Giovanna Klien (1900 1957)<br />
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-37709561273870650562014-03-05T18:22:00.000+01:002014-05-04T01:56:25.126+02:00A Minish Minorrish,<br />
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-44425611903596007632014-02-26T17:52:00.000+01:002014-02-26T17:52:42.527+01:00Sin título<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">La fuerza de su ternura.</span>C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-70398004932890769342014-02-21T19:58:00.001+01:002014-02-21T19:58:50.452+01:00Eugenio MONTEJO: Pájaros<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No, por supuesto, pájaros novicios<br />de canto incierto, desigual o falso.<br />Otros sonidos y otras alas.<br />Hablo de todo Schubert entre vuelos errantes,<br />del rapto alado en un gorjeo<br />que suba a más<br />octava por octava.<br />Hablo de pájaros sin yo, sin ningún pico,<br />celestes y sin patas,<br />pájaros que son tan salo música<br />en el ascenso más alto de los aires.<br />No, por supuesto, pájaros tenores,<br />gordos, falsarios, de pesadas plumas,<br />sino flechas que se desprendan de alguna partitura<br />y al cielo suban o más allá, sin pausa,<br />arrebatando el corazón de quien escuche<br />y agradecido calle.<br />Deben creerme. Hablo de sones puros,<br />de pájaros sin pájaros.</span>C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-20792934591330917952014-02-14T21:33:00.002+01:002014-02-14T21:33:48.207+01:00SENTIDOS / SENSIBILIDADES<div style="text-align: center;">
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-36841004918684646912014-02-14T02:13:00.000+01:002014-02-14T02:13:49.330+01:00 Wallace STEVENS: Adagia (fragmento)<br />
[...] Un poema es un faisán [...]C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-42391681927970352742014-02-10T19:58:00.001+01:002014-02-10T19:58:41.639+01:00Theo van HOYTHEMA (holandés ,1863-1917)<br />
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<b style="background-color: white;"><em><br />Poema para muertos</em><br /><br />Las hierbas.<br />Yo me cortaré la mano derecha.<br />Espera.<br />Las hierbas.<br />Tengo un guante de mercurio y otro de seda.<br />Espera.<br />¡Las hierbas!<br />No solloces. Silencio, que no nos sientan.<br />Espera.<br />¡Las hierbas!<br />Se cayeron las estatuas<br />al abrirse la gran puerta.<br />¡¡Las hierbaaas!!</b>C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-84155625523842612892014-01-26T03:16:00.004+01:002014-01-26T03:16:55.647+01:00Leonardo da VINCI (1452-1519)<br />
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-65995642701363371072014-01-24T10:07:00.000+01:002014-01-24T10:07:35.135+01:00Ernst HAAS. Trafalgar Square 1949.<br />
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-73033430937046052132014-01-23T03:37:00.002+01:002014-05-04T02:07:11.712+02:00José VIÑALS: Mi retrovai per una selva oscura (fragmento)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">¿Y por qué otros no veo o no distingo? Ya el porvenir no te distrae, animal aterido. Pon tu ojo en los ciclos del aire, a barlovento del pájaro; considera su plumaje en reposo, y míralo anidar, tú que ya desanidas. No siempre será noche. </span><br />
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<br />C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-62186087845025085632014-01-19T21:09:00.000+01:002014-01-19T21:09:35.016+01:00Jose A. VALENTE: Cómo se pinta un dragón (1992)<br />
El canto del pájaro es líquido. También la palabra poética sólo se reconoce en su fluir.C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-36324340874022326632014-01-14T19:03:00.001+01:002014-01-14T19:03:55.950+01:00Sentidos / Sensibilidades<br />
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-55370175091361101682014-01-13T19:55:00.004+01:002014-01-13T19:55:54.951+01:00(c) Alexey TERENIN<br />
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-80008650245803786392014-01-07T21:39:00.000+01:002014-01-07T21:42:20.628+01:00SENTIDOS / SENSIBILIDADES.<br />
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C. Dolores Escuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747381872227023182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973374626325109097.post-56521026410009244862014-01-03T10:05:00.002+01:002014-01-03T10:08:17.181+01:00Jaime Sabines: Aleluya<br />
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