tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62868822218406601202012-01-28T19:09:22.919-08:00Bardo ErranteLos cerros guardan su sueño
allá arriba hay mucho cielo para escuchar el vientoTé Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-76211114764392266262012-01-28T19:06:00.001-08:002012-01-28T19:09:10.855-08:00En el garito del mundo<br /><div><b id="internal-source-marker_0.5165823050774634"><h3 dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">En el garito del mundo</span></h3><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Largo </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">y regreso</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">alzo </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">la piedra </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">lanzo</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">el hueso</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">¡El capitán Desconfío y el Marqués Faltaunbidrio! </span></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">entre las sombras</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">de los corrompidos</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">exponen sus casos </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Y el perro les husmea los tamangos </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> roídos </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> los mea</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Cimi, Blanco Enlazador de mundos </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ale F</span></div></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-7621111476439226626?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-39557485745122016742011-10-05T07:42:00.000-07:002012-01-28T19:09:22.925-08:00La pasión de Aquiles<br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">correr el viento, Aquiles, corre el viento<br /> y el progreso es la tortuga que mata los niños de Somalía<br /> y quema bosque por un poco de dinero</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/p6S9oqJRclo/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6S9oqJRclo&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6S9oqJRclo&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></h6><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-3955748574512201674?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0Ruta Nacional 20, Córdoba, Argentina-32.04562384856559 -65.03837585449219-32.07254584856559 -65.0778578544922 -32.01870184856559 -64.99889385449218tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-67131641754913133452011-08-12T12:58:00.000-07:002011-08-12T12:58:12.972-07:00Si pudiera
<br /><strong>si pudiera la ceniza llevarla el viento
<br />negro y a los cascotazos
<br />al firmamento</strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqs3KdjhFzQ/TkWF1E6Eq5I/AAAAAAAAPH0/gVT1T-n6rfY/s1600/IMG_4060.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqs3KdjhFzQ/TkWF1E6Eq5I/AAAAAAAAPH0/gVT1T-n6rfY/s320/IMG_4060.JPG" /></a>
<br /><div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-6713164175491313345?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-15591668441737672011-07-08T19:21:00.000-07:002011-07-08T19:21:07.753-07:00protopoemas de la quididad de Junio<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7uetK11u1E/The6uMXOtEI/AAAAAAAAPG4/F_POalkz6tg/s1600/2011-07-04%2B11.37.36.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7uetK11u1E/The6uMXOtEI/AAAAAAAAPG4/F_POalkz6tg/s400/2011-07-04%2B11.37.36.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><b>Y más allá la fría rama<br /><br />melancolía de avecilla<br /><br />mañana de pura helada<br /><br />sola huye de la sombra</b><br /><div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-1559166844173767?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-10698972039156944862011-06-06T20:51:00.000-07:002011-06-06T20:51:06.024-07:00voy a la playa negra y a la selva costera, a construir mi día.<a href="http://goo.gl/photos/3ABJ6iEpol" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9GEoL5uXIoE/Te0oodPsFoI/AAAAAAAAPAk/daiQ36Gc6AU/s512/2011-06-05%25252013.22.29.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-1069897203915694486?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-20810695697526743802011-04-03T06:38:00.000-07:002011-06-06T12:47:24.446-07:00Rumbo 290<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9b/ARA_General_Belgrano_underway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9b/ARA_General_Belgrano_underway.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><h1 id="internal-source-marker_0.9365180927911092" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Rumbo 290</span></h1><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">… grados a estribor!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">La nave encalló entre las olas negras </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">y estalló. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Trozos de madera </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">y sogas, barriles, botes y hombres</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">se golpean. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Hunden. Flotan y caen</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">al abismos los cañones </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">los capitanes</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ya no habrá más tormentas</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">de metralla, </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">no más lluvias</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">de fuego</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">ni nubes de humo</span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Cae entre las olas de la tempestad la gran nave</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Cae en el valle</span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 108pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">y se pierde.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; 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margin-top: 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-2081069569752674380?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-70559950297200652502011-01-01T14:55:00.000-08:002011-01-01T14:55:27.610-08:00PalabrasLas palabras cuentan<br /><br /> cuentan de cosas<br /><br />cosas y vacíos rosarios<br /><br /> rosario y cadenas a la nada<br /><br />nada que llena y desborda<br /><br /> aborda la luz el espacio<br /><br />espacios del oscuro negro ciego<br /><br /> ciegos de bastón blanco<br /><br />blanco que no alumbra oscurece<br /><br /> oscura vida sepultada en campo<br /><br />campos sembrados soja mortal hambruna<br /><br /> hambre en las ciudades y vacías aldeas<br /><br />aldea fantasma vías oxidadas campana acallada<br /><br /> calla calla las palabras<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/TR-wojp8eDI/AAAAAAAAOms/_9il4ryrXnE/s1600/Calle+5+01-01-2011+12-18-41+a.m..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/TR-wojp8eDI/AAAAAAAAOms/_9il4ryrXnE/s320/Calle+5+01-01-2011+12-18-41+a.m..JPG" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Ale F. </i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Lamat - Estrella Galáctica Amarilla</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-7055995029720065250?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-5047864107918331432010-11-01T11:18:00.000-07:002010-11-01T11:19:05.193-07:00Tapizados<div style="text-align: right;"><s>A veces las cosas están muy conectadas... </s></div><br />hay que verlas<br />enigmáticas<br />oscuridad<br />misterio indecible<br /><br /><b>Tramas invisibles</b><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/TM8DzevwSvI/AAAAAAAAOHE/8U78cl5zEXs/s1600/Tramas+Invisibles+1+copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="246" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/TM8DzevwSvI/AAAAAAAAOHE/8U78cl5zEXs/s400/Tramas+Invisibles+1+copia.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Manik Mano Cristal Azul</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Texto e imagen</div><div style="text-align: right;">Alejandro Ferreyra</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-504786410791833143?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-5538587223241487842010-08-17T11:22:00.000-07:002010-08-17T11:22:28.871-07:00El Algarrobo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/TGrSq2mfX-I/AAAAAAAANc4/EBzrEDZlZbM/s1600/2010-08-15+14.41.18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/TGrSq2mfX-I/AAAAAAAANc4/EBzrEDZlZbM/s320/2010-08-15+14.41.18.jpg" /></a></div><br /> Acá me senté, pero sin saber que era un algarrobo. <br />No suelen crecer así.<br /><br />Tuvo miedo de volar y quedó demasiado cerca de la tierra, no quiso abandonar su origen ni la oscuridad húmeda de su madre<br />¡Hermoso árbol con complejo de Edipo!<br />Terminó siendo asiento de viajeros cansados, ¿habrá cumplido su misión?<br /><br />¿A qué olerá el aire hoy?<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><i><b>Manes</b></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><b>Agosto 2010 </b></i> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-553858722324148784?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-76463514663417360792010-08-05T14:10:00.000-07:002010-08-05T14:10:09.497-07:00beso<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">beso </span></span></div><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 20px;">leve</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 20px;">aleteo de mariposa nocturna sobre la llama </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 20px;">que arde </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 20px;">que no se toca</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 20px;">quema</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 20px;">arde en gin</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 20px;">la garganta</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 20px;">bebe todo</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 20px;">todo o</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 20px;">nada </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 20px;">leve nada</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/TFsnnHcvTMI/AAAAAAAANcE/aJFyNCjDGm8/s1600/beso+mariposa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/TFsnnHcvTMI/AAAAAAAANcE/aJFyNCjDGm8/s320/beso+mariposa.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black;">Alejandro F.</span></span></i><br /><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black;">(texto 13-Feb-2007</span></span></i><br /><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black;">Imagen Feb-2010) </span></span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-7646351466341736079?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-20438144230898884532010-06-17T18:36:00.001-07:002010-06-17T18:38:34.474-07:00(Celan 2009)<pre><font face="Arial"><font size="3">Deja<br>que hable por cada persona Celan<br><br><br>no calles tu voz por todos los que callamos<br><br><br>Los silencios te alzamos como escudo<br><br>manchados<br><br>golpeados<br><br>destrozados<br><br>avergonzados<br><br>humillados<br><br>baratos<br><br>más que baratos <br><br>como esclavos<br><br>menos que palomas<br><br>pisadas.</font></font><br><br></pre><br clear="all"> <div id="h0wy" style="text-align:left"><img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dc7hkxdn_532hbmjrthg_b" style="height:437.891px;width:648px"></div><br><br><br>Poema y fotografía: Alejandro Ferreyra <br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-2043814423089888453?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-64394936125165922172010-05-16T15:56:00.000-07:002010-05-16T15:57:28.933-07:00La Araña y la Abeja (borrador)<div style="text-align: center;"><b>LA ARAÑA Y LA ABEJA</b><br /><br /></div><br />I.<br /><br />llega y besa la copa<br />hasta volcar<br />caer al fondo<br /><div style="text-align: right;">ahogádose en el <i>liquor </i>dulzón<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />llega y lee la letra<br />hasta tornar<br />caer la hoja<br /><div style="text-align: right;">ahogándose bajo el puente marrón<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">II.</div></div></div></div><br />Y de la copa caída alza<br />levanta las alas en la <br />siesta del vuelo<br /><br />Insiste y vuelve<br /> y vuelve<br /><br />está sostenida terca<br />vacía en la oquedad<br />en la tela<br /><br />nada<br /> nada en el vuelo<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/S_By6A5rbTI/AAAAAAAANRw/RFQuirwp2z8/s1600/Pluma+y+Ara%C3%B1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/S_By6A5rbTI/AAAAAAAANRw/RFQuirwp2z8/s400/Pluma+y+Ara%C3%B1a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: x-small;">Alejandro F<br />sábado 8/5/2010</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: x-small;">Terraza del Café de Las Artes</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: x-small;">La Plata</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-6439493612516592217?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-37471036646462848312010-03-14T05:35:00.001-07:002010-03-14T05:55:21.800-07:00A una chica que flota <h1>a una chica que flota </h1><div style="text-align:right"><i><span style="font-size:78%;">And on the other side, outspread, is seen<br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align:right"><i><span style="font-size:78%;">Ocean’s blue mantle streak’d with purple, and green.<br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align:right"><i><span style="font-size:78%;">Now ’tis I see a canvass’d ship, and now<br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align:right"><i><span style="font-size:78%;">Mark the bright silver curling round her prow.</span></i></div><div style="text-align:right"><i><span style="font-size:78%;">Keats </span></i><br /></div><div id="gwwf" style="text-align:right"><img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dc7hkxdn_287chqttwg6_b" style="height:327px;width:430px" /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">a una chica que flota<br />y monta las olas en su tabla sola<br />viste de púrpura contra toda duda<br />llegan los caballos blancos ahí monta</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />lenta bajo la bruma empaña el sol la espuma<br />avanza ella y todas las ellas cual estrellas<br />las diosas volteadas. Ajadas. Luna nublada<br />y toda ella reviste de neoprene púrpura</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:85%;">al mar mar marasmo y la tabla suelta</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">su rebeldía busca la doma con la mirada<br />para pinchar con el alfiler de arena</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">en el viento búscala mirar el evento</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">y las redomas detiene quien te tiene<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">escurrida </span>lluvia seca digital virtual<br />detención que no<br />aprehende </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">al fin </span>capturado —sargento </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">¿no ve mis cadenas y la trenza rubia?</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;">¿no sienten mis tacos el rock?</span><div><span style="font-size:85%;">la contemplo<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align:right">Alejandro Ferreyra</div><br /><div style="text-align:right"><span style="font-size:78%;">mdp - Muelle de Pescadores - </span></div><div style="text-align:right"><span style="font-size:78%;">14:30</span></div><div style="text-align:right"><span style="font-size:78%;"> 2 de Mayo del 2009</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-3747103664646284831?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-51406162414045379852009-12-07T14:06:00.001-08:002009-12-07T14:39:16.007-08:00Coplas de hadas.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs240.snc1/8733_1215055425704_1508378566_565771_5841259_n.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs240.snc1/8733_1215055425704_1508378566_565771_5841259_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><blockquote><br /></blockquote> <span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="font-size:180%;">Coplas de hadas.</span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a Lalys (y Fran también)</span></i></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Aleja el invierno su copa nevada<br />tras el recodo del camino.<br />Sobre la mesa de la cocina<br /><br /><br /> colores del aire y alas de hada<br />las ninfas sueltan con prisa<br />sonrisas que llevan vientos.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Con las alas desplegadas,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">va montada en la brisa,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">el hada de la mañana</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><div></div><div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Abejas que zumban en el vuelo,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">montadas por duendes verdes,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">rodean a Lalys con ruleros</span></div><div><br /></div></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Arriba la primavera con lilas</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">con sus cabellos sueltos</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">a la fiesta de la mariposa niña.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Setiembre del 2009</div><div style="text-align: right;">Ale F</div><div style="text-align: right;">Foto: "Soliloquio de Hadas" - Laura Barba</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-5140616241404537985?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-2876411938763731322009-11-18T18:48:00.000-08:002009-11-19T04:53:10.621-08:00La Creación (fragmento)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/SwSzeyLR-4I/AAAAAAAAIKo/hNkqgKCqsQE/s1600/telara%C3%B1a.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/SwSzeyLR-4I/AAAAAAAAIKo/hNkqgKCqsQE/s320/telara%C3%B1a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405642794197973890" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';">—Tal vez sea necesario una palabra para comenzar a crear</span></span><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">Y entonces el dios araña decidió crear al hombre.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">—Para eso necesito imaginar una tela que sea fuerte como el trueno y ligera como el rayo. <span style="font-size:100%;">—</span>dijo.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sí, puede que la imaginación sea lo que distingue a los hombres de los demás seres...</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">He aquí entonces que los seres aparecieron temblando sus narices. Sí, creo que podrían ser sus narices. Dieron unos pasos adelante y se acercaron. </span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">Brillaban con una suave luz sus hocicos como luciérnagas entre los pastos. Sentí su tibieza. </span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">El dios araña se acercó al primero de los seres y lo tomó en sí. Miró su rostro, por así decir. Lo acarició. Deslizó como amante sus dedos por los contornos amados.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">—Sh, sh, sh. </span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">Entonces la nariz fue tomando forma, sus manos modelaban un rostro desconocido pero de tan suyo, un inseparable tejido de su pensamiento.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">Luego pensó unos ojos, capaces de ver más allá de la materia. </span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Habría mundos allí para lanzarse a explorar y zambullido en ellos construir las imágenes de universos alternos.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">—<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'Times New Roman';">Καωσ.</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">—</span>pronunció el dios araña.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">Me miró con sus ojos negros aunque no eran negros o no eran ojos.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Y el nombre que le dejé fue Kaos.<br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">De a poco la materia de sus ojos se deslizó, se desplazó. Un nuevo brillo, un nuevo color se desplegó. Hubo un parpadeo. Se tiñe la ausencia, y todo pasa a un permanente diluirse entre blancos y negros.<br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">Así pensó. Tal vez los cegaría tejiendo una red de iris y de grises, al igual que Edipo, para ver como Tiresias aquellas cosas que nos iluminan y no las que nos enajenan...</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">Y así cantan por las noches desde entonces:</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:100%;">—Somos Cosmos.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-size:x-small;">Texto: LAB/JAF - Comienzo de la primavera tardía.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Foto: JAF - Bosque de las Sombras - Lago Puelo - En la primavera tardía</i></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-287641193876373132?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-51625492533079687992009-11-13T20:30:00.001-08:002009-12-07T14:10:22.987-08:00Euclidianas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/Sv42FUGYOWI/AAAAAAAAH7Y/KEWljBwd91g/s1600-h/adoquines.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/Sv42FUGYOWI/AAAAAAAAH7Y/KEWljBwd91g/s320/adoquines.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403816067813882210" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Euclidianas</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>en delicada luz reflejada</div><div>en cada adoKín negro </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> negras </div><div> nalgas oscuras</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>de la calle</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Abril-Mayo 2008</div><div>Alejandro Ferreyra</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-5162549253307968799?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-72850293908962038062009-10-21T03:59:00.000-07:002009-12-07T14:50:37.908-08:00Nublado Londres<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2643/3900992400_a3f9bfa74c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2643/3900992400_a3f9bfa74c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />¡Cuanto hay en ese paisaje!<br />Tanto aire-silencio<br />mañana fresca.<br />¿Quién canta en esa nube?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Texto: Alejandro Ferreyra</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Foto: Licia Musaccio</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-7285029390896203806?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-34473937583408405512009-10-14T07:23:00.000-07:002009-12-07T14:49:14.789-08:00Díáda Sombreada (borrador)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/3900992118_f72f273dda.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/3900992118_f72f273dda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Las sombras de nosotros construyen<br />con doble bloques de luz<br /><br />un rincón donde guardarse<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Texto: Alejandro Ferreyra</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Foto: Licia Musaccio</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-3447393758340840551?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-65699992042768941952009-10-05T15:19:00.000-07:002009-10-05T15:23:56.678-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/3900210419_7f79650690_o.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/3900210419_7f79650690_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">¿Acariciamos la pared le dijo el sol al duraznero?<br />Y el árbol le prestó su sombra</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Texto: Alejandro Ferreyra</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Foto: Licia Musaccio</span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-6569999204276894195?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-8020773504835520792009-09-27T10:14:00.000-07:002009-12-07T14:11:02.393-08:00londres<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2463/3900209889_1cab7586be.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2463/3900209889_1cab7586be.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Durmiente dame tu sueño<br />dijo la Noche y se envolvió<br />entre mañanas de luz.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Texto: Alejandro Ferreyra</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Foto: Licia Musaccio </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-802077350483552079?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-38429453104114125002009-09-03T16:47:00.000-07:002009-12-07T14:10:43.424-08:00Haiku del Congreso<a style="" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/SqBVli86QoI/AAAAAAAAFX4/DJsPNTEh1rs/s1600-h/100_0893.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/SqBVli86QoI/AAAAAAAAFX4/DJsPNTEh1rs/s400/100_0893.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span><strong style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Lapachos en Flor<br /><br />Polvo seco en el cielo<br /><br />un buen encuentro</span></span></strong></span><div style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-3842945310411412500?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-74295043660340108022009-08-29T21:02:00.000-07:002009-08-29T21:03:04.088-07:00V<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/Spn59nkXCGI/AAAAAAAAEzw/BkH2xdHCgy8/s1600-h/Imagen0054.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/Spn59nkXCGI/AAAAAAAAEzw/BkH2xdHCgy8/s400/Imagen0054.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br />Veo una paloma empollando<br />en las débiles ramas desnudas de un árbol<br />en la vereda y un hornero que cuida<br />unas ramas más arriba...<br /><br />La vida sigue rodando... hasta ser canto rodado<br /> arena<br />ánima entre estrellas<br /><br /><em>Texto e imagen:<br />Alejandro Ferreyra<br />24-30/08/2998<br /></em><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-7429504366034010802?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-42425326921669500552009-07-16T17:14:00.000-07:002009-07-16T17:42:19.142-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/Sl_Iw5Hkr5I/AAAAAAAADtU/TZQW87_3xzY/s1600-h/Imagen0040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/Sl_Iw5Hkr5I/AAAAAAAADtU/TZQW87_3xzY/s400/Imagen0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359222823886040978" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">De la Regla para el Monasterio Chan</span></div><div><div><br /></div><div>Considero el esfuerzo requerido</div><div>para cultivar y preparar el alimento</div><div>Agradezco sus fuente.</div><div>Al guardar mi virtud,</div><div>si soy impecable en mente y corazón</div><div>mereceré esta ofrenda.</div><div>Protegeré mi corazón</div><div>de ser entrampado por las faltas.</div><div>Me guardaré a mi mismo</div><div>en particular contra la avidez.</div><div>Para curar mi cuerpo debilitado</div><div>consumiré este alimento como medicina.</div><div>Para marcar el Sendero</div><div>de la cultivación de la virtud</div><div>aceptaré este alimento</div><div>como ofrenda.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Foto: Alejandro Ferreyra</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Texto: Reglas para Monasterio budista Chan. (el budismo Zen en china es llamado Chan)</span></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-4242532692166950055?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-9904146088307095292009-06-30T09:52:00.000-07:002009-07-16T14:48:02.540-07:00Dorados tilos (prueba 1)<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/SkpC2yCoJSI/AAAAAAAADbU/RllFF4OR_dg/s1600-h/Dorados+tilos+guardan.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/SkpC2yCoJSI/AAAAAAAADbU/RllFF4OR_dg/s400/Dorados+tilos+guardan.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><b>Dorados tilos</b></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><b>guardan plaza España</b></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><b>cae la tarde</b></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"><div id="tpk29" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 240px; "><div id="tpk210" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 80px; "><div id="tpk211" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 40px; "><span id="tpk212"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">16/5/2008</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div id="tpk213" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 240px; "><div id="tpk214" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 120px; "><span id="tpk215"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">16:06</span></span></div></div><div id="tpk219" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 320px; "><div id="tpk220" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 40px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Alejandro Ferreyra (haiku y foto)</span></div></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-990414608830709529?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-40962833707633736022009-05-27T15:47:00.001-07:002009-06-30T08:44:48.814-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/Sh3IXzT2OQI/AAAAAAAADLA/AZkUpLq9HoA/s1600-h/3569866161_32a7f3e50c_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/Sh3IXzT2OQI/AAAAAAAADLA/AZkUpLq9HoA/s400/3569866161_32a7f3e50c_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340645044367276290" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>la soledad de una ventana sin que nadie espíe la llegada...<br />ya no espera.<br />El contraste de la sombra'ande la vida no es encontrada<br />y seguirá perdida<br />Pardos triángulos penetrando en la miseria entregada<br />la luz sigue sola<br />Los cuatro lados están en la sombra y ella aún no revelada<br />alumbra la púa</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Texto: Alejandro Ferreyra</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Foto... Licia Musaccio (esperando su permiso)</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-4096283370763373602?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-75644998597683060882009-05-03T08:51:00.000-07:002009-05-03T08:52:48.812-07:00anublado<h3 class="post-title"> anublado </h3> <p> </p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/Sbh7Xkb8JMI/AAAAAAAAC9w/oM-uz0hRNtc/s1600-h/100_1405.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/Sbh7Xkb8JMI/AAAAAAAAC9w/oM-uz0hRNtc/s400/100_1405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312131405331571906" border="0" /></a><br /><br />mujer<br /><br /><br /><br />de nubes<br />deja de llorar sobre nosotros<br />que nos ahoga la pena<br /><br />y la distancia<br /><br /><br />Alejandro<br />February 22, 2007 7:11 AM<br />Foto: JAF 1/2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-7564499859768306088?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-84066430478436440012009-03-31T04:06:00.000-07:002009-03-31T04:11:58.272-07:00Por mis pagos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/SdH52ixWgmI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/6cFzxaL3h-I/s1600-h/Dique+La+Vi%C3%B1a+y+jaiku.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/SdH52ixWgmI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/6cFzxaL3h-I/s400/Dique+La+Vi%C3%B1a+y+jaiku.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319307350343320162" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ya es primavera</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">y envuelto en nieblas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">sin nombre un cerro</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Alejandro Ferreyra</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Febrero 2009</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Foto: A.Dürnhöfer</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-8406643047843644001?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-71316540933564076452008-11-17T02:41:00.001-08:002008-11-17T02:41:13.131-08:00Sundal el fotógrafo<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/calimecita/2789512765/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/2789512765_90360b7a3b.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/calimecita/2789512765/">Sundal el fotógrafo</a>, originalmente cargada por <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/calimecita/">Calimecita</a>.</span></div><p>je! ni me di cuenta</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-7131654093356407645?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-19026888872152568682008-11-04T09:23:00.000-08:002008-11-04T09:33:20.790-08:00<a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/SRCGClx_UNI/AAAAAAAAB30/F2uY9d7i9mg/s1600-h/100_1018+r.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXHbFtjiZLg/SRCGClx_UNI/AAAAAAAAB30/F2uY9d7i9mg/s320/100_1018+r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855343455752402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;" ><div style="border-style: solid; border-color: rgb(204, 204, 204) rgb(187, 187, 187) rgb(187, 187, 187) rgb(204, 204, 204); border-width: 1px 2px 2px 1px; margin: 15px auto 25px; padding: 40px 50px; min-height: 1100px; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); width: 648px ! important;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><p id="ic8t" style="margin: 0px; page-break-after: avoid;" align="center"><span id="d4ts" style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span id="ntoo" style="font-size:180%;"><b id="l.et">Árbol muerto en Plaza España</b></span></span></p><blockquote id="g2ff" style="border: 1px dashed rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 10px; text-align: right;"><i id="t9jw"><span id="zfm_" style="font-size:85%;">¡Y yo no seré oscura sino hermosa y terrible como la Mañana y la Noche!</span></i></blockquote><blockquote id="ho:p" style="border: 1px dashed rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 10px; text-align: right;"><span id="k63b" style="font-size:85%;"><i id="m9qx">J.R.R.Tolkien</i></span></blockquote><p id="h32y" style="margin: 0px;"> </p><p id="s.a5" style="margin: 0px;">Un árbol muerto</p><p id="ydlj" style="margin: 0px;">en la Plaza España</p><p id="tiye" style="margin: 0px;">un hueco</p><p id="xf21" style="margin: 0px;">hay en el cielo y en cada mañana</p><p id="xf21" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p id="fqh9" style="margin: 0px;"> </p><p id="wq1h" style="margin: 0px;">tronco astilla y hongo</p><p id="y3ev" style="margin: 0px;">trébol líquen y pasto</p><p id="f._r" style="margin: 0px;">puro sol</p><p id="tg:c" style="margin: 0px;">tierra blanca y negro carbón</p><p id="iahg" style="margin: 0px;"> </p><p id="yjkm" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p id="yjkm" style="margin: 0px;">la dama en rojo</p><p id="afw4" style="margin: 0px;">su perro en la vereda</p><p id="ftcz" style="margin: 0px;">el loco</p><p id="r_dn" style="margin: 0px;">se sienta muda la tristeza</p><p id="ucfs" style="margin: 0px;"> </p><p id="ki:8" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p id="ki:8" style="margin: 0px;">un azul telón</p><p id="xm4k" style="margin: 0px;">pasa el bondi mostaza</p><p id="uv.b" style="margin: 0px;">el negro</p><p id="ua2j" style="margin: 0px;">de su humo vuela hoja dorada</p><p id="rliq" style="margin: 0px;"> </p><p id="q3z1" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p id="q3z1" style="margin: 0px;">las hojas caen</p><p id="wz.2" style="margin: 0px;">Y acá en la Plaza España </p><p id="cj2r" style="margin: 0px;">ya sale</p><p id="a2xz" style="margin: 0px;">la noche resta una mañana</p><p id="waul" style="margin: 0px;"> </p><p id="ma0." style="margin: 0px;" align="right">06/04/08</p><p id="dac." style="margin: 0px;" align="right">J. Alejandro Ferreyra</p><p id="dac." style="margin: 0px;" align="right">texto y fotografía<br /></p></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-1902688887215256868?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-64838601750126291552008-10-15T09:51:00.000-07:002008-10-15T10:12:06.617-07:00Andanzas del Errante: el Ethos de la Nube<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Esta es una obra más de NetArt.<br /><br /><a href="http://teverdemarciano.blogspot.com/2008/04/el-ethos-de-la-nube.html">Andanzas del Errante: el Ethos de la Nube</a><br /><blockquote><p class="scribefire-powered">Powered by <a href="http://www.scribefire.com/">ScribeFire</a>.</p><p class="scribefire-powered" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; ">domingo, abril 20, 2008</span><br /></p> <!-- Begin .post --> <div class="post"><a name="687989509783148321"></a> <h3 class="post-title" style="text-align: left;"> el Ethos de la Nube </h3> <div class="post-body"> <p> </p><div style="clear: both;"></div><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> <h1 id="n6on" style="margin-left: 120px;"><span id="pnrh" style="font-size:100%;"><a target="_blank" href="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dc7hkxdn_174cqwgwq9k_b" id="pj4_"><img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dc7hkxdn_174cqwgwq9k_b" style="margin: 1em 0pt 0pt 1em; width: 500px; height: 375px; float: right;" id="i-yw" /></a></span></h1><br /><h1 id="n6on" style="margin-left: 10px;"><br /></h1><br /><h1 id="n6on" style="margin-left: 120px;"></h1><br /><h1 id="n6on" style="margin-left: 120px;"><span id="pnrh" style="font-size:100%;">el Ethos de la Nube</span></h1><div style="margin-left: 120px;" id="qh7x"><span id="zqqw" style="font-size:100%;"></span> ver el cielo y nubes de agua<br />perezosas<br />o alérgicas al humo, smog, fog<br />and smoke<br /><br />color, forma, movimiento<br />densidad, humedad algonosidad<br />curva, trazo de pintura<br /><br />una luz unas sombras<br />un darse<br />sin cuenta darse<br /><br />agua, sombra, frescor<br />granizo racha de nieve goterón<br />y el pasto ni es-carcha ni rocío<br /><br />toda levedad<br />en el cielo está<br /><span id="x6qx" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="right"><span id="x6qx" style="font-size:100%;"><small><b> Texto</b>: Alejandro Ferreyra - 18/04/2008</small></span><br /><span id="x6qx" style="font-size:100%;"><small><b>Imagen</b>: Licia Musacchio - 13/08/2008</small></span> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><p class="scribefire-powered"><br /></p><p class="scribefire-powered"><br /></p><p class="scribefire-powered"><br /></p></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-6483860175012629155?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286882221840660120.post-53978288559651777192008-10-03T16:39:00.001-07:002008-10-03T17:05:02.889-07:00tierra<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/liciamusacchio/2909857432/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2909857432_9cb91e4095.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/liciamusacchio/2909857432/">tierra</a>, originalmente cargada por <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/liciamusacchio/">licia musacchio</a>.</span></div><p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >La presencia de una forma</span><br /><br />suelo<br />minimal,<br />de jardinería Zen,<br />mandalas, ruinas y cimientos.<br /><br />Runas danzando en el aire.<br />La textura aprehendida<br />resecas tierras<br /><br />emptiness<br />of<br />needles<br /><br />hueco<br />de<br />espina<br /><br /><br />Alejandro Ferreyra - 3-10-2008 - PzaEspaña@LaPlata</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286882221840660120-5397828855965177719?l=errantebardo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Té Verdehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517459238371210166noreply@blogger.com0