tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259125952011-07-28T15:55:54.539-05:00Detalles de una ciudad con forma de haiku y algo más...il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comBlogger12911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-48312774337325396542010-02-13T18:02:00.001-06:002010-06-28T21:59:27.879-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/TClhfqj6BtI/AAAAAAAABFw/XghYLx1ANJ4/s1600/cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488024817556391634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/TClhfqj6BtI/AAAAAAAABFw/XghYLx1ANJ4/s400/cover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">"You will always exist in the universe in some form..." s.s.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-4831277433732539654?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-59867698310766334742009-10-10T15:53:00.001-05:002009-10-10T15:53:59.499-05:00<div align="center">cuarto de hospital -</div><div align="center">el canto de los pájaros</div><div align="center">un día más</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-5986769831076633474?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-24028302986415731932009-10-09T19:37:00.000-05:002009-10-09T17:38:32.467-05:00<div align="right">nubes de lluvia -</div><div align="right">un avión vuela </div><div align="right">en sentido opuesto</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-2402830298641573193?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-9420191118685827552009-10-09T12:23:00.000-05:002009-10-09T12:23:34.925-05:00<div align="center">calor de otoño -</div><div align="center">con el vaivén de los árboles</div><div align="center">caen algunas hojas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-942019111868582755?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-83765697313102685022009-10-08T20:08:00.000-05:002009-10-08T15:15:33.970-05:00casi oscuro -<br />todavía un pájaro<br />picando el suelo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-8376569731310268502?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-33178362564617219462009-10-07T19:23:00.000-05:002009-10-07T19:24:27.147-05:00<div align="right">olores nuevos</div><div align="right">sonidos nuevos</div><div align="right">por la ventana</div><div align="right">un paisaje distinto</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3317836256461721946?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-40790789772967694422009-10-06T20:29:00.003-05:002009-10-06T21:00:12.785-05:00<div align="center">lejos<br />muy lejos -<br />viento de otoño</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-4079078977296769442?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-28002493715789873252009-10-05T21:28:00.001-05:002009-10-05T21:32:03.678-05:00todo el camino<br />con la luna encima -<br />desolación<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-2800249371578987325?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-36627735466939224382009-10-03T20:10:00.004-05:002009-10-05T08:12:30.405-05:00<div align="right">hasta pronto hermano...</div><div align="right">en vez de su voz</div><div align="right">grillos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3662773546693922438?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-59563736464474210472009-10-02T21:56:00.005-05:002009-10-03T08:21:53.512-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SsbAechqY8I/AAAAAAAAA_A/cO5vcxtWhe0/s1600-h/soledad-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388205633481368514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SsbAechqY8I/AAAAAAAAA_A/cO5vcxtWhe0/s400/soledad-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">viento y hojarasca - </div><div align="center">a donde sea que miro</div><div align="center">por donde sea que voy<br />otra vez solo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-5956373646447421047?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-45148038903721295992009-10-01T17:13:00.002-05:002009-10-02T22:10:09.299-05:00<div align="left">crujir de muebles -</div><div align="left">el sol avanza sobre mi cama</div><div align="left">avanza sobre mí</div><div align="right">luz de luna -</div><div align="right">en medio de la calle</div><div align="right">en medio de la noche</div><div align="right">un perro ladra</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-4514803890372129599?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-16923176698572042132009-10-01T13:59:00.001-05:002009-10-01T16:08:23.839-05:00cielo de otoño -<br />sobre el coche último modelo<br />se detiene otra hoja seca<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1692317669857204213?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-58604513324531282072009-09-30T05:14:00.003-05:002009-09-30T05:35:34.222-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SsMz_ZJGA2I/AAAAAAAAA-4/eCBe6eJwk-k/s1600-h/08-11-08_DiceBillboard-771173.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387206743439049570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SsMz_ZJGA2I/AAAAAAAAA-4/eCBe6eJwk-k/s400/08-11-08_DiceBillboard-771173.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">último autobús -</div><div align="center">aunque nadie la mira</div><div align="center">ella todavía sonríe</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-5860451332453128207?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-66818876734461272062009-09-29T13:31:00.002-05:002009-09-30T05:35:54.700-05:00<div align="right">banca de parque -</div><div align="right">poco a poco avanza el sol</div><div align="right">entre las hojas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6681887673446127206?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-88637168976196806842009-09-29T09:01:00.001-05:002009-09-29T09:02:53.642-05:00silencio de madrugada -<br />todavía una de las ventanas<br />abierta...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-8863716897619680684?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-18513967038966480002009-09-28T21:13:00.004-05:002009-09-29T00:41:59.367-05:00<div align="right">en silla de ruedas </div><div align="right">y sin piernas</div><div align="right">un hombre llega al teléfono público</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1851396703896648000?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-64641668967675133012009-09-28T08:44:00.000-05:002009-09-28T21:45:15.776-05:00<div align="center">33 otoños -</div><div align="center">a veces lluvias</div><div align="center">a veces sol</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6464166896767513301?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-59571044588513078492009-09-27T09:40:00.001-05:002009-09-27T09:52:37.782-05:00<div align="right">frío amanecer -</div><div align="right">de todos los grillos</div><div align="right">ninguno se oye</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-5957104458851307849?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-4514339659948935502009-09-26T20:38:00.003-05:002009-09-26T20:47:59.204-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/Sr7EPtN9U7I/AAAAAAAAA-w/jcZxHN4aLCk/s1600-h/lluvia___.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385957978496914354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/Sr7EPtN9U7I/AAAAAAAAA-w/jcZxHN4aLCk/s400/lluvia___.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">mojados por la lluvia</div><div align="center">un perro callejero y yo - </div><div align="center">anochecer</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-451433965994893550?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-14074545969397470522009-09-25T13:50:00.001-05:002009-09-25T13:55:01.749-05:00viento de lluvia -<br />ella escribe<br />un mensaje de texto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1407454596939747052?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-11888886672882785192009-09-24T15:31:00.000-05:002009-09-24T15:32:20.761-05:00<div align="right">lluvia de otoño -</div><div align="right">el silencio de las miradas</div><div align="right">al parpadear</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1188888667288278519?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-24738316588493353792009-09-20T21:49:00.000-05:002009-09-20T21:50:00.540-05:00<div align="center">en cada paso que doy </div><div align="center">el césped otra vez verde</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-2473831658849335379?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-57116278021620904952009-09-13T20:43:00.001-05:002009-09-13T20:43:56.143-05:00no sé nada de ella...<br />lluvia de septiembre<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-5711627802162090495?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-28533810887820060812009-09-13T09:36:00.000-05:002009-09-13T09:37:21.300-05:00<div align="center">con el alba</div><div align="center">cubierto hasta el cuello -</div><div align="center">frío de otoño</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-2853381088782006081?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-80909033206456320562009-09-12T15:34:00.002-05:002009-09-12T15:37:22.646-05:00<div align="left">amanecer</div><div align="left">las calles vacías</div><div align="left">sólo la lluvia</div><div align="right">mojado hasta las rodillas</div><div align="right">lluvia de otoño</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-8090903320645632056?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-1532425643238290122009-09-10T11:43:00.000-05:002009-09-10T11:44:24.320-05:00<div align="center">regreso a clases -</div><div align="center">el silencio</div><div align="center">después de su voz</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-153242564323829012?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-34457301255108345522009-09-07T23:04:00.000-05:002009-09-07T23:05:07.189-05:00risas y murmullos -<br />la ropa de ayer<br />bajo el sol<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3445730125510834552?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-19784097258774094462009-09-01T09:47:00.000-05:002009-09-01T09:48:01.903-05:00<div align="center">ruidos extraños -</div><div align="center">enmarcada por la puerta</div><div align="center">la luna</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1978409725877409446?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-83860603390271216242009-08-29T16:01:00.001-05:002009-08-29T16:03:19.704-05:00borde de ciudad -<br />el autobús donde viajo<br />reflejado en las fachadas<br /><div align="right">noche sin luna -</div><div align="right">con el alba</div><div align="right">un portazo...</div><div align="center">lluvia de verano -</div><div align="center">el tránsito</div><div align="center">aún más lento</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-8386060339027121624?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-34311844153258777632009-08-25T17:40:00.001-05:002009-08-25T17:40:36.349-05:00<div align="right">lluvia en las calles -</div><div align="right">el olor del asfalto</div><div align="right">recién mojado</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3431184415325877763?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-88024469555998998392009-08-23T17:55:00.000-05:002009-08-23T17:56:09.517-05:00ruidos de cocina -<br />por la ventana<br />el azul del cielo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-8802446955599899839?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-61171424279256431062009-08-22T18:03:00.000-05:002009-08-22T18:04:33.645-05:00<div align="center">grieta de cemento -</div><div align="center">el amarillo crece </div><div align="center">en una flor</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6117142427925643106?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-18443445414174104442009-08-18T15:17:00.002-05:002009-08-18T15:30:34.400-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SosPWLG1weI/AAAAAAAAA9w/d1Ank7kFzq4/s1600-h/red_sun1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371403854182466018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SosPWLG1weI/AAAAAAAAA9w/d1Ank7kFzq4/s400/red_sun1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">olor a mercado -</div><div align="center">el color de las tomates</div><div align="center">unos sobre otros</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1844344541417410444?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-18077007291541222402009-08-16T19:50:00.001-05:002009-08-16T19:50:58.381-05:00hormigas en línea -<br />por encima de los árboles<br />el rascacielos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1807700729154122240?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-28956212568866582652009-08-14T14:57:00.001-05:002009-08-14T14:57:35.196-05:00<div align="right">estadio lleno - </div><div align="right">la sombra de un helicóptero </div><div align="right">cruza la cancha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-2895621256886658265?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-78840017613162885462009-08-12T14:41:00.000-05:002009-08-12T14:45:41.423-05:00<div align="center">carpa de circo -</div><div align="center">!mira mama!...</div><div align="center">la luna en lo alto</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-7884001761316288546?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-53646897560198993892009-08-10T14:45:00.002-05:002009-08-10T14:51:39.597-05:00<div align="center">semáforo en rojo -</div><div align="center">solo y con hipo</div><div align="center">bajo la lluvia</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-5364689756019899389?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-61176038843313023692009-08-08T12:58:00.002-05:002009-08-08T13:05:19.603-05:00el anciano pintor -<br />la mitad del muro azul<br />en la otra un graffiti<br /><div align="right">vagón repleto -</div><div align="right">el perfume de una mujer desconocida</div><div align="right">en mi nariz</div><div align="right"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6117603884331302369?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-48122862925851040592009-08-07T10:24:00.001-05:002009-08-07T10:26:29.970-05:00silencio en la casa -<br />al entrar<br />perfume de mujer<br /><div align="right">despertar de pájaros -</div><div align="right">la blancura de la luna</div><div align="right">entre las ramas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-4812286292585104059?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-56434182651211877622009-08-06T13:27:00.001-05:002009-08-06T13:29:55.241-05:00muro de piedras<br />tan sólo una sobre otra...<br />atardecer<br /><div align="right">tras el temblor</div><div align="right">cuelga del muro</div><div align="right">un paisaje inclinado</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-5643418265121187762?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-1292042188265596222009-08-05T18:00:00.000-05:002009-08-05T18:01:06.835-05:00<div align="right">paisaje distante - </div><div align="right">una mosca se posa </div><div align="right">sobre mí</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-129204218826559622?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-39682568120333119132009-08-05T12:18:00.001-05:002009-08-05T12:21:19.656-05:00<div align="center">noche de lluvia -</div><div align="center">bajo el mismo techo</div><div align="center"> humano y grillo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3968256812033311913?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-64546855739970127072009-08-02T11:05:00.002-05:002009-08-02T11:43:26.542-05:00<div align="center">ciudad de méxico -</div><div align="center">a donde sea que voy</div><div align="center">la luna</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6454685573997012707?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-30370270300391944562009-07-31T17:45:00.001-05:002009-07-31T17:46:55.670-05:00parada de autobús -<br />arrastrado por el viento<br />un globo azul<br /><div align="right">viento y nubes -</div><div align="right">un pasajero de atrás</div><div align="right">pronostica lluvia</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3037027030039194456?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-6555257955884005122009-07-29T10:05:00.001-05:002009-07-29T10:14:53.179-05:00cesa la lluvia -<br />el suelo del parque<br />lleno de hojas<br /><div align="right">dejó de llover -</div><div align="right">de un árbol a otro</div><div align="right">un avión</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-655525795588400512?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-22384693686710606252009-07-27T11:35:00.000-05:002009-07-27T11:36:15.484-05:00<div align="center">no sé nada de ella...</div><div align="center">noche sin luna</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-2238469368671060625?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-44505477230290260712009-07-25T18:01:00.002-05:002009-07-25T18:01:59.924-05:00bajo el paraguas<br />el sonido de la lluvia<br />de verano<br /><div align="right">escampa...</div><div align="right">otro avión deja atrás</div><div align="right">la ciudad donde vivo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-4450547723029026071?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-6292046701135738412009-07-25T11:36:00.004-05:002009-07-25T11:53:18.600-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/Sms0xw_un5I/AAAAAAAAA7c/gv-6rqG0O5U/s1600-h/P7160064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362437810885140370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/Sms0xw_un5I/AAAAAAAAA7c/gv-6rqG0O5U/s400/P7160064.JPG" border="0" /></a> mientras escuchaba cada una de las mesas redondas, y todo lo referente a lo expuesto en torno al haiku contemporáneo en nuestro idioma, para mí fue muy gratificante atestiguar que siempre habrá algo nuevo que aprender para enriquecerme en lo práctico y en lo espiritual. todo lo mencionado era tan familiar, pero tan fresco a la vez.<br /><br />cada una de las ponencias dejó ecos profundos en mí. sin embargo, hubo una en especial, en la cual se mencionó ese vértigo que puede producir mirar el vasto cielo nocturno. supe que aunque estaba muy muy lejos de la tierra donde nací, estaba en el lugar indicado en el momento preciso. como un haiku...<br /><br />el turno de mi participación fue como estar entre un campo de flores de una sola especie, pero con multiples colores. tal vez ya me quemé mis 5 minutos de fama jajajaja! una gran experiencia!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-629204670113573841?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-69554555976250082002009-07-25T11:08:00.004-05:002009-07-25T18:23:39.625-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SmuT69VkDEI/AAAAAAAAA7k/3NLfDv4atlE/s1600-h/R0010090.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362542422421408834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SmuT69VkDEI/AAAAAAAAA7k/3NLfDv4atlE/s400/R0010090.JPG" /></a><br /><div>llegó así, el momento tal vez más esperado por mí en este viaje a españa: dar voz y rostro a seres humanos que por tantos años me han acompañado en este universo virtual con puerto de salida en el haiku.<br /><br />poco a poco, uno a uno, todos se presentaban frente a mí y me decían: <em>hola israel soy... </em>en más de una ocasión la sorpresa me inundó hasta el borde de la clásica lagrimita.<br /><br />de verdad que me llevó varios días ascimilar lo que estaba viviendo en ese momento. constate algo que intuía: la consciencia no esta preparada para tanta realidad. hace falta su tiempo para asentar...<br /><br />pasados los días vino a mi mente esa frase que alguien en algún momento me había dicho:<br /><br /><em>los seres humanos venimos a la tierra en racimos... </em><br /><br />y es cierto. más que la sorpresa de darle voz y rostro a todos esos seres que forman parte de mi historia de vida, lo que más me tocó el alma fue atestiguar que independiente de las distancias, de las edades, de los sexos, y de tantos condicionamientos que uno carga consigo, pude reconocer en cada una de ellos un pedacito de mí... a veces el humor, la manera de mirar, de reír, de andar...<br /><br />durante esos tres días en albacete me olvidé de mí y fuí todos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6955455597625008200?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-85896276355797630282009-07-25T10:38:00.005-05:002009-07-25T18:03:06.349-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SmspBDNeNgI/AAAAAAAAA7U/XxUu-S54oyc/s1600-h/P-Eolico-Higueruela-3_490x490.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362424879333127682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SmspBDNeNgI/AAAAAAAAA7U/XxUu-S54oyc/s400/P-Eolico-Higueruela-3_490x490.jpg" /></a>al tomar el tren de las 9am en la estación atocha de madrid, no sabía con certeza qué era lo que me esperaba. pronto en la ventanilla del tren comenzó a aparecer todo ese terreno plano que tanto me había cautivado en mi llegada a españa. comprendí el por qué de los molinos de viento tan comunes en esa zona y su transformación contemporánea en turbinas de energìa eólica... quede fascinado mirando cómo giraban a la distancia dotando al paisaje de un dinamísmo por demás especial...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-8589627635579763028?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-22778379993316763852009-07-24T10:15:00.004-05:002009-07-24T10:44:48.635-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SmnTAkeumLI/AAAAAAAAA7M/guLdJ8X3lEY/s1600-h/IMG_6598.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362048838107306162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SmnTAkeumLI/AAAAAAAAA7M/guLdJ8X3lEY/s400/IMG_6598.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>cuando llegué a madrid, inmediatamente pude sentir como sus habitantes activan sus calles con actividades al aire libre favorecidas por el verano. como si sus casas fueran en el fondo las habitaciones de una gran casa que es la ciudad entera. toda esa vida corriendo por sus venas y la ausencia del sonido de los claxón fueron para mis oidos un suspiro.</div><div></div><div>a pesar de ser una ciudad bastante grande, flota en ella todavía la escala humana. el peatón sigue siendo el protagonista, y con ello, madrid es una experiencia activada por los pasos. no por acción mecánica como lo es el DF y muchas otras megaciudades latinoamericanas.</div><div></div><div>llamó en especial mi atención como el transporte público es el terreno más neutro dentro de la ciudad. el metro como un lugar donde el silencio producto del anonimato se hace presente. como el espacio público es de todos, nadie se lo apropia. en el DF esto no es posible. es más bien al revés: como el espacio público es de todos, todos lo transgreden.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-2277837999331676385?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-7059375188268716712009-07-24T10:09:00.000-05:002009-07-24T10:10:47.406-05:00<div align="right">calle recién barrida -</div><div align="right">en el cemento </div><div align="right">dos nombres y una fecha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-705937518826871671?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-76750937988782887432009-07-23T10:00:00.006-05:002009-07-25T18:06:35.616-05:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SmiGcvBJyPI/AAAAAAAAA7E/mm8NxTEnrEE/s1600-h/5053035_l.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361683184600336626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SmiGcvBJyPI/AAAAAAAAA7E/mm8NxTEnrEE/s400/5053035_l.jpg" /></a><br /><div>llegado su momento, intentaré aterrizar mis impresiones de mi reciente viaje a españa con motivo de la invitación a participar en el 1er encuentro hispanoamericano de haiku que se celebró del 15 al 17 de julio en albacete.<br /><br />desde el principio sabía que la experiencia sería triple: primero por el hecho de volar sobre el atlántico y conocer españa; segundo, por darle voz y rostro a tantos amigos virtuales de años que me han acompañado en este oficio del haiku; y por ultimo, la vivencia en si del encuentro, en la cual participaría como coordinador de un taller y la ponencia de la conferencia de clausura.<br /><br />acostumbrado a oír los aviones que llegan al DF, en donde el aeropuerto ha sido rodeado por el crecimiento desbordado de la ciudad, cuando se anunció que tocaríamos tierra en madrid me asome por la ventanilla y no ví más que un paisaje llano y semiárido. pense que había llegado a la nada, y tras un vuelo de 11 horas constate en carne propia algo que ya intuía: el mundo es realmente grande grande... y allí comenzó todo...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-7675093798878288743?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-14736948707437422432009-07-22T17:58:00.001-05:002009-07-22T17:59:51.149-05:00<div align="right">paisaje manchego -</div><div align="right">las turbinas eólicas</div><div align="right">no todas giran</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1473694870743742243?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-85102464803266188702009-07-22T17:57:00.002-05:002009-07-22T17:58:17.726-05:00<div align="center">atardecer de Madrid -<br />al otro lado del mar<br />ella</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-8510246480326618870?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-89750164952148284052009-07-21T09:34:00.004-05:002009-07-21T12:25:59.927-05:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SmX6GmpErBI/AAAAAAAAA68/VtLtYQONkQ0/s1600-h/R0010085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360965922813422610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SmX6GmpErBI/AAAAAAAAA68/VtLtYQONkQ0/s400/R0010085.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SmXSLggwHQI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-E0vfQ0C5aY/s1600-h/R0010104.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360922026602142978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q3nX6KlD2JA/SmXSLggwHQI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-E0vfQ0C5aY/s400/R0010104.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Gracias de corazón a corazón a todos mis amigos españoles. Sin duda, una gran experiencia!</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-8975016495214828405?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-86053518957727782492009-07-21T09:32:00.001-05:002009-07-21T09:32:45.134-05:00<div align="right">un largo viaje -</div><div align="right">avión y sombra</div><div align="right">se juntan en México</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-8605351895772778249?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-75968691797361649332009-07-18T02:10:00.002-05:002009-07-21T09:36:51.140-05:00<div align="center">otra vez rojo</div><div align="center">en los semáforos -</div><div align="center">calor de Albacete </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-7596869179736164933?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-36897841289830210472009-07-17T13:55:00.002-05:002009-07-17T14:03:46.707-05:00paisaje veloz -<div>el tren de las 9</div><div>perseguido por su sombra</div><div style="text-align: center;">hablando de haiku -</div><div style="text-align: center;">el sonido de una botella vacía</div><div style="text-align: center;">contra el suelo</div><div style="text-align: right;">sol de Albacete -</div><div style="text-align: right;">conforme avanzo</div><div style="text-align: right;">la sombra de una grua</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3689784128983021047?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-21805263618881268802009-07-14T11:15:00.002-05:002009-07-14T11:37:34.097-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">por más que </div><div style="text-align: center;">lo intento escribir -</div><div style="text-align: center;">calor de Madrid<br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-2180526361888126880?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-9698748521728243912009-07-01T10:40:00.001-05:002009-07-01T10:42:42.521-05:00todos duermen -<br />en la ventana<br />lluvia de madrugada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-969874852172824391?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-30965136896188013502009-06-27T13:06:00.000-05:002009-06-27T13:08:16.698-05:00<div align="center">rumor de lluvia -</div><div align="center">cientos de gotas</div><div align="center">contra las calles</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3096513689618801350?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-69961384087985592172009-06-15T10:58:00.000-05:002009-06-15T10:59:27.020-05:00vuelve a sonar<br />la canción de amor -<br />viento de estival<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6996138408798559217?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-32202653545569223482009-05-28T16:40:00.001-05:002009-05-28T16:41:51.113-05:00sol de mediodía -<br />bajo el mismo techo<br />una araña y yo<br /><div align="right">vaivén de los árboles -</div><div align="right">la sombra de una estatua</div><div align="right">sobre el pasto</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3220265354556922348?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-86966354973911169222009-05-26T11:56:00.001-05:002009-05-26T11:58:06.765-05:00<div align="center">cesa la lluvia</div><div align="center">en medio del parque</div><div align="center">música de fondo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-8696635497391116922?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-66118101241884685152009-05-24T11:58:00.003-05:002009-05-24T11:59:37.353-05:00lluvia a oscuras -<br />el sonido de gotas<br />contra basura<br /><div align="center">rumor de lluvia -</div><div align="center">entre ella y yo</div><div align="center">miles de gotas</div><div align="right">una lluvia intensa -</div><div align="right">bajo el mismo paraguas</div><div align="right">una pareja de ancianos</div><div align="left">largo silencio -</div><div align="left">con el alba llega</div><div align="left">el primer avión</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6611810124188468515?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-19166187871531130472009-05-22T09:49:00.001-05:002009-05-22T09:52:21.156-05:00bosteza<br />una mujer embarazada -<br />puesta de sol<br /><div align="right">río seco -</div><div align="right">baja por la colina</div><div align="right">un rebaño de ovejas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1916618787153113047?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-68416759949366067052009-05-17T12:27:00.000-05:002009-05-17T12:28:03.367-05:00<div align="right">con el cabello</div><div align="right">un poco más largo -</div><div align="right">viento del norte</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6841675994936606705?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-12357347534174880162009-05-16T17:37:00.004-05:002009-05-17T12:34:52.232-05:00lluvia inesperada-<br />bajo la marquesina<br />también llega un perro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1235734753417488016?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-26710285935496832362009-05-16T17:16:00.000-05:002009-05-16T17:17:03.452-05:00<div align="right">paso de nubes -</div><div align="right">quieto en el cielo</div><div align="right">un helicóptero</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-2671028593549683236?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-44188995512001194192009-05-16T17:06:00.000-05:002009-05-16T17:07:21.974-05:00<div align="center">sala de espera -</div><div align="center">la ventana encuadra</div><div align="center">una tarde de lluvia</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-4418899551200119419?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-57017850309172899092009-05-16T16:45:00.003-05:002009-05-16T16:56:30.194-05:00en la ventana de una casa<br />ladra un perro -<br />lluvia de primavera<br /><div align="center">viento de lluvia -</div><div align="center">el cabello de mi amada</div><div align="center">en algún lugar</div><div align="right">asfalto mojado -</div><div align="right">bajo un mismo paraguas:</div><div align="right">abuelo y nieto</div><div align="left">cesa la lluvia -</div><div align="left">debajo de un coche</div><div align="left">asoma un gato</div><div align="center">dejo de llover -</div><div align="center">la calle entera</div><div align="center">llena de luces</div><div align="right">llovía,</div><div align="right">pero un hombre</div><div align="right">buscaba empleo</div><div align="left">cielo nublado -</div><div align="left">va de charco en charco</div><div align="left">un avión</div><div align="center">nuevo suspiro -</div><div align="center">en algún lugar</div><div align="center">ella respira el mismo aire</div><div align="right">¿cuánto la amo?</div><div align="right">un avión grande</div><div align="right">cruza el cielo</div><div align="right"></div><div align="left">sobre la cama</div><div align="left">pensaba en ella</div><div align="left">mientras llovía</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-5701785030917289909?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-63666178542269295182009-05-14T17:51:00.001-05:002009-05-14T17:53:09.154-05:00silencio de pájaros -<br />lluvia de primavera<br />al amanecer<br /><div align="right"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6366617854226929518?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-55784823082307433592009-05-10T13:11:00.001-05:002009-05-10T13:15:06.640-05:00<div align="right">frescor de la tarde -</div><div align="right">sin nadie que la toque</div><div align="right">la ventana cierra y abre</div><br />casa a oscuras -<br />desde algún rincón<br />un grillo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-5578482308230743359?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-90190047065282383522009-05-06T11:55:00.002-05:002009-05-06T11:58:55.253-05:00<div align="center">un nuevo virus -</div><div align="center">sólo queda esperar...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-9019004706528238352?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-65183131122322452992009-05-01T14:26:00.001-05:002009-05-01T14:27:45.707-05:00el azul de los tapabocas crece...<br />testigo de todo<br />la luna<br /><div align="right">viento del norte -</div><div align="right">el azul de un tapabocas</div><div align="right">cruza la calle</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6518313112232245299?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-77456745337253715902009-04-29T11:13:00.001-05:002009-04-29T11:15:01.665-05:00<div align="right">brisa del metro -</div><div align="right">los tapabocas</div><div align="right">entran y salen</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-7745674533725371590?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-31641915782567823882009-04-27T18:08:00.003-05:002009-04-27T18:16:21.727-05:00<div align="center">viento de primavera -<br />al salir del metro<br />los tapabocas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3164191578256782388?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-46160013202242426612009-04-22T11:01:00.001-05:002009-04-22T11:01:43.202-05:00olor a estanque -<br />junto a una piedra redonda<br />una tortuga<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-4616001320224242661?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-7192982244757325402009-04-18T11:13:00.000-05:002009-04-18T11:15:03.812-05:00<div align="right">noche de insomnio -</div><div align="right">la luna y yo solos</div><div align="right">en la ventana</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-719298224475732540?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-62101121177379647922009-04-13T10:54:00.000-05:002009-04-13T10:55:19.433-05:00luz de luna -<br />la casa donde hubo fiesta<br />en total silencio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6210112117737964792?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-30948814976558051602009-04-03T10:41:00.001-06:002009-04-03T10:43:28.587-06:00calor de abril -<br />en la mirada de un anciano<br />una joven en bicicleta<br /><div align="right">noche de apagón -</div><div align="right">testigo de todo</div><div align="right">la luna </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3094881497655805160?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-7579684690704757962009-03-31T09:59:00.001-06:002009-03-31T10:01:03.560-06:00sol de la mañana -<br />el indigente se ha ido<br />sin embargo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-757968469070475796?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-91154137967266885492009-03-31T09:50:00.000-06:002009-03-31T09:51:37.390-06:00<div align="center">viejo estanque </div><div align="center">los patos salen diciendo </div><div align="center">cuac cuac cuac</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-9115413796726688549?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-49649225428162932122009-03-09T17:42:00.001-06:002009-03-09T17:42:37.271-06:00<div align="center">luz de luna -</div><div align="center">un soldado estornuda</div><div align="center">mientras vigila</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-4964922542816293212?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-12079739429942891502009-02-23T10:22:00.001-06:002009-02-23T10:22:47.948-06:00el teléfono suena -<br />inesperadamente<br />llueve...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1207973942994289150?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-71074840287872970392009-02-16T20:25:00.003-06:002009-02-16T20:28:32.303-06:00<div align="right">nuevo ataúd -</div><div align="right">la noche tiene</div><div align="right">un silencio más...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Descance en paz mi difunta abuela</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-7107484028787297039?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-26997116425013454732009-02-16T10:03:00.002-06:002009-02-16T10:06:40.606-06:00brisa de domingo -<br />por la ventana abierta<br />tacones de mujer<br /><div align="right">noche de apagón -</div><div align="right">de las casablancas</div><div align="right">aún queda su aroma</div><div align="left">luna de anoche -</div><div align="left">al despertar</div><div align="left">el indigente se había ido...</div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-2699711642501345473?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-89294223889491662942009-02-10T10:30:00.000-06:002009-02-10T10:31:11.586-06:00<div align="right">de madrugada</div><div align="right">la luna en la ventana</div><div align="right">entre las ramas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-8929422388949166294?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-65548894379909475212009-02-06T10:48:00.001-06:002009-02-06T10:48:59.542-06:00tarde sin viento -<br />el vecino silba<br />una canción conocida<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-6554889437990947521?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-156050419854155552009-02-02T12:50:00.000-06:002009-02-02T12:51:32.587-06:00<div style="text-align: right;">sol de invierno -<br />en la fuente sin agua<br />monedas viejas<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-15605041985415555?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-90847516297983327202009-02-01T12:44:00.000-06:002009-02-01T12:45:42.349-06:00<div align="center">noche de apagón -</div><div align="center">en la ventana</div><div align="center">una estrella</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-9084751629798332720?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-73098501125302573742009-01-30T17:35:00.001-06:002009-01-30T17:36:53.890-06:00<div align="right">espesa niebla -</div><div align="right">el viejo <span style="color:#ffff00;">radio amarillo</span></div><div align="right">todavía funciona</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-7309850112530257374?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-13057983868817299052009-01-30T17:32:00.000-06:002009-01-30T17:33:19.176-06:00cielo nublado -<br />ella escribe<br />otro SMS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1305798386881729905?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-29210141580122693722009-01-21T17:50:00.000-06:002009-01-21T17:51:32.189-06:00<div align="right">edificio a oscuras -</div><div align="right">todavía en una ventana</div><div align="right">luces de navidad</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-2921014158012269372?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-39513854180352876092009-01-19T09:36:00.001-06:002009-01-19T09:38:28.162-06:00<div align="center">calor de bebé -</div><div align="center">mi rostro reflejado</div><div align="center">en sus ojos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3951385418035287609?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-54669785950774809342009-01-17T10:14:00.001-06:002009-01-17T10:16:26.796-06:00<div align="center">lluvia de ayer -</div><div align="center">aviones cargados de humanos</div><div align="center">en los charcos</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Nota: Nada qué ver con el avión que acuatizó en el río Hudson.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-5466978595077480934?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-8096872595296219152009-01-14T10:32:00.001-06:002009-01-14T10:34:10.466-06:00tarde sin viento -<br />la vecina barre hojas<br />recién caídas<br /><div align="right">árbol sin hojas -</div><div align="right">junto a los nidos</div><div align="right">un balón de fútbol</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-809687259529621915?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-39830327775713284892009-01-12T17:39:00.001-06:002009-01-12T17:41:24.819-06:00viento del norte -<br />de la azotea salen<br />canciones de amor<br /><div align="right">noche de fiesta -</div><div align="right">el murmullo de la gente</div><div align="right">entre canción y canción</div><div align="left">un viejo amor...</div><div align="left">enmarcada por la puerta</div><div align="left">la luna llena</div><div align="right"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-3983032777571328489?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25912595.post-13569458282203203522009-01-10T11:29:00.003-06:002009-01-10T11:37:26.731-06:00regreso a clases -<br />todas esas miradas sobre mí<br />al atardecer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25912595-1356945828220320352?l=mercado-de-pulgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>il.balanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14138064864229778515noreply@blogger.com