tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14882380852100184122024-03-12T16:02:02.033-07:00Las CoronadasMiskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09924515219641914791noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488238085210018412.post-14688510906821644572012-03-23T00:50:00.001-07:002012-03-23T00:52:35.290-07:00Soledad no es soledad<div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Es un muro impreciso de tonalidades,</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Inacabadas, ciertamente</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">es como algo que pasa sin ser retocado,</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">una calma chicha,</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">que a veces desespera,</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">mientras yo busco la respuesta</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">entre la mente y el cuerpo,</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">y es un olvido infatigable</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">sin limite, en que entre rato y rato</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">pasa como una costumbre desocupada.</span></b></i></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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<i><b style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Aquí llueve, mientras miro </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">como desespera la montaña,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">y es que nos hemos acostumbrado</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">a conocernos y amarnos.</span></span></b></i><br />
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</b></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #666666;">Me dejo hacer, el buen sentir,</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">del deseo que aún... de los bajos fondos</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">quedó en mi ser, es humano dicen...</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">Las raices toman contacto, es lo que hay...</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">Es como una calma sin sentido,</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">frios y desiguales retozan la espalda</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">y en la misma virginidad, se crea el trasluz</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">de la piel, mientras... huyo de la sensibilidad,</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">de esa pasión que un buen día llego</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">llenándome de ti, y en la soledad de la tierra</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">humedeci ese silencio perfecto en que el ocaso</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">embriago mis sentidos, derramándose huérfano</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">moldeo y sostuvo los resaltos de mis ojos,</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">y todo creció aún más fuerte y en la misma </span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">desnudez, donde el hambre elude mi profunda</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">esperanza, sufrí el desmayo donde la conciencia</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">se arma de valor y me lleva al sueño largo del amor...</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">y te cuento, ahora, en este </span></b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #666666;"><i>instante difuso</i></span></span><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #666666;">,</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">la toma de contacto </span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">mientras en la evidencia puedes contemplar</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">como la locura puede amarse, sentirse</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">y hasta multiplicarse...</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><br style="color: #666666;" /><br style="color: #666666;" /><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">Misk</span><br style="color: #666666;" /><span style="color: #666666;">(<i>Instantes Difusos</i>)</span></b></span><br />
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</span></b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Se asoma incrédulo un síntoma nuevo</span></b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">desprendiéndose en el mismo latir</span></b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">a golpe de célula, a ras de la carne</span></b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que lo conserva, una vanidad secreta</span></b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de un claro brillo tan virginal</span></b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que asusta a esta edad el aroma</span></b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">que se abre como brisa hasta el trance</span></b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de mis ojos, provoca que los mismos pétalos</span></b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">de las simientes formen áureas de arco iris,</span></b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">mezclándose en un bello camino.</span></b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #666666;">PD Dedicada al Paisaje</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #666666;"> Amor por la Vida </span></span>Miskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09924515219641914791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488238085210018412.post-50122030434119345382011-01-29T12:30:00.000-08:002011-01-30T09:43:38.310-08:00Las Coronadas III<div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">.</span></span></b></div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">.</span></span></b></div><b><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">El afán de esa aura </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">que rodea tierras ignoradas, </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">mientras me paro a entender</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">canto he de querer en el celaje</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">que baña sin parar, este sol, </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">la voluntad, rallando lo cotidiano, </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">el cuerpo que prende en aromas del sueño, </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">los bacanales colores de la madrugaa, </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">y el alma mía...</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Diosa de limbos, aparta esas voces</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">que en la fresca senda de mi ser,</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">adora el fondo de este corazón.</span></span></b><br />
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<div style="color: #666666;"><i><b><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Misk</span></span></b></i></div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">.</span></span></b></div><b style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">.</span></span></b><b><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></b>Miskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09924515219641914791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488238085210018412.post-59808217227682143242010-12-30T14:01:00.000-08:002010-12-30T14:14:03.265-08:00Las Coronadas II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;">.</div><span style="color: black;">.</span><b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Y asciendo, en el dulce olor<br />
de ojos blancos, como si de mi sombra<br />
la marea meciera el sonido de mi voz,<br />
casi perfecta, que al eco del desierto blanco<br />
alisa mi alma en risa y escozor.<br />
Y sin embargo golpe a golpe, atravieso<br />
el infinito del recuerdo, derribando<br />
esos luminosos días en la más sólida<br />
blancura, separándome<br />
del tiempo, de la realidad,<br />
mientras apago el fuego en los fuertes<br />
senderos, esas palabras lejanas<br />
que ciegamente todavía me buscan.<br />
Y sobre todas las cosas,<br />
se suspenden las vistas en una travesía<br />
intensa, de sentires y pesares,<br />
tejiendo en mi ser la sensibilidad<br />
de los sueños que habitan <br />
en la intimidad de un solo momento<br />
de haber volado bien alto.</span></b><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><b><span style="color: #666666;">Misk </span></b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;">.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">.</span></div>Miskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09924515219641914791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488238085210018412.post-12575185297298077622010-12-11T11:30:00.000-08:002011-01-30T09:43:43.851-08:00Las coronadas I<b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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Un acento de silencios sube en espiral<br />
a las fabulosas y melancólicas pupilas,<br />
débiles deseos, se limitan<br />
en los rebeldes de la memoria,<br />
mientras diseño la escalada de una virtud<br />
entre los desfiladeros de mi mente<br />
y la blanca similitud.<br />
Suaves muros se alzan a las talladas imágenes<br />
de esta tierra, grotescas barriadas de saltos,<br />
doloridas callan a la noche en el triunfo<br />
de la misma transparencia, nobles espíritus<br />
acuden como vagabundos soñadores,<br />
a las caídas del roció, y yo siento inevitable<br />
el amor, que sacia misteriosa las discretas<br />
cumbres sombreadas, bajo el amparo<br />
de esas revoltosas nubes, blancas, diseñadas<br />
a la gracia lírica de un instante.</span></b><br />
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