tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10518710050944471442009-12-17T21:43:11.314+01:00ESCRIBO PARA REDIMIRME DE MI MISMOFernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.comBlogger500125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-4040623608752928222009-12-17T20:31:00.000+01:002009-12-17T20:37:50.096+01:00<p><p/><p><p/><br><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SyonziGuhrI/AAAAAAAAEn0/CWpZhBny4Oc/s1600-h/gota-de-rocio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416185268148274866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 501px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 506px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SyonziGuhrI/AAAAAAAAEn0/CWpZhBny4Oc/s400/gota-de-rocio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><em>Hay<br />palabras<br />que<br />nunca<br />se<br />pronuncian<br />pero<br />se<br />escuchan<br />dentro,<br />allí,<br />donde<br />todavía<br />cada<br />gota<br />de<br />lluvia<br />de<br />su<br />cuerpo<br />es<br />un<br />poco<br />de<br />luz.</em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-404062360875292822?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-92172812236222658262009-01-26T20:03:00.005+01:002009-12-17T13:47:51.158+01:00<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgGPmq5B-aM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgGPmq5B-aM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><em>Tan lejos como tus ojos llegará la brisa<br /></em><br /><br /><br /><br />He sentido un breve augurio,<br /><br />de lo lejos, como si nunca tuvieras el espacio,<br /><br />traes la distancia, el viaje sin rutas ni misterios,<br /><br />y dormida en mi, suave en tu desafío de demoras,<br /><br />has de gobernarme y perderme en el sueño.<br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-9217281223622265826?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-83023269707981834632009-12-16T07:25:00.004+01:002009-12-16T07:30:18.818+01:00<p><p><p><p><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/Syh9yuy6N9I/AAAAAAAAEmk/RPioQqgr8Oo/s1600-h/DIA042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415716862421514194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 427px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/Syh9yuy6N9I/AAAAAAAAEmk/RPioQqgr8Oo/s400/DIA042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></p><em>Nunca me has de amar como en este instante en que te sueño.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em><p><p/><p><p/><br /></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><br />Del libro "El error de las hormigas"<br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQkPf8p9duU/SyQITrUuejI/AAAAAAAADwY/wIczwYx3TgM/s1600-h/DIA042.jpg">F</a><br /><br /><br /><p><p><p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-8302326970798183463?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-6701586089113198102009-12-14T19:33:00.003+01:002009-12-14T19:37:37.257+01:00<p><p><p><p><br /></p><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SyaFCveRw2I/AAAAAAAAEmE/hbR35Bk8Ub0/s1600-h/Jessica_by_rbenson.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415161884109292386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 525px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SyaFCveRw2I/AAAAAAAAEmE/hbR35Bk8Ub0/s400/Jessica_by_rbenson.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p> </p><p><em>Apenas quedan rastros del mundo,<br />nuestra isla es sólo para pájaros.</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQkPf8p9duU/SC09MO8LcZI/AAAAAAAABCQ/wcPPOCCtYvI/s1600-h/Jessica_by_rbenson.jpg">F</a><br /><br /></p><p><p><p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-670158608911319810?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-35212183698356473482009-12-14T00:03:00.001+01:002009-12-14T00:06:22.728+01:00<p><p><p><p><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SyT6ge9AnCI/AAAAAAAAEls/nkF537cuVNc/s1600-h/first_touch_by_Silecia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414728087977892898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 566px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SyT6ge9AnCI/AAAAAAAAEls/nkF537cuVNc/s400/first_touch_by_Silecia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></p><em>No sé recorrer solo estos días,<br />he perdido entre tus dedos la brújula<br />y mi ademán de ser un solitario<br />envuelto en un viejo gabán de cuero negro. </em><br /><p><em></em> </p><p><em><p><p/><p><p/><br /></p><br /><br /></em><em></em><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQkPf8p9duU/SQXSIBfXWkI/AAAAAAAABXQ/ny8AX5FAcqM/s1600-h/first_touch_by_Silecia.jpg">F</a><br /><p><p><p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-3521218369835647348?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-71796599217990150302009-12-13T09:46:00.002+01:002009-12-13T09:49:25.518+01:00<p><p/><p><p/><br><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SySqSNDE6xI/AAAAAAAAElk/MQ246n1K3RU/s1600-h/paris23.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414639881723112210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 614px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SySqSNDE6xI/AAAAAAAAElk/MQ246n1K3RU/s400/paris23.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><em>Cuando Siberia mira a Europa en París nieva.</em></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://radinito.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/p1059625.jpg">F</a><br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-7179659921799015030?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-33074421866416275052009-12-11T13:34:00.002+01:002009-12-11T13:36:58.430+01:00<p><p><p><p><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SyI8nzRj-AI/AAAAAAAAElE/DRy6a5Yklo8/s1600-h/062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413956356529190914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 465px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SyI8nzRj-AI/AAAAAAAAElE/DRy6a5Yklo8/s400/062.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Justa la palabra, midió el silencio.<br /></em><br /><br /><p><p><p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-3307442186641627505?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-9699475865573814112009-12-11T07:33:00.002+01:002009-12-11T07:38:56.974+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wldU-gt4ckg&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wldU-gt4ckg&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><br />Los 5 vídeos <a href="http://fernandosarria.blogspot.com/search/label/Poemas%20de%20faros">aquí</a><br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-969947586557381411?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-22459851521890589782009-12-10T15:00:00.001+01:002009-12-10T15:02:01.834+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxLnIRVVwIM&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxLnIRVVwIM&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><br /><br />No sé cuánto perdimos... pero seguro que fue mucho.<br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-2245985152189058978?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-81436930974585127612009-12-09T21:39:00.003+01:002009-12-09T23:52:31.473+01:00<p><p/><p><p/><br><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SyAMdwvuunI/AAAAAAAAEk0/XhFL3EHkTXg/s1600-h/Pile_by_lnd_05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413340457540172402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 487px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SyAMdwvuunI/AAAAAAAAEk0/XhFL3EHkTXg/s400/Pile_by_lnd_05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><em>Remé al viento y el incendio naufragó en tu vientre.<br />De cada pliegue de la noche hicimos un salmo.<br />Recogimos el lado dulce del acanto,<br />la sombra fértil, el verso ausente.<br />La aurora huyó a las dormidas aguas del Averno.<br />Allí, donde los pájaros no saben despertar al día.<br /></em></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><p><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-8143693097458512761?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-82216625069790441932009-12-08T16:32:00.003+01:002009-12-08T16:35:30.860+01:00<p><p><p><p><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/Sx5yD6agc0I/AAAAAAAAEkk/-1BXkfSvLMg/s1600-h/En_tu_boca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412889213691523906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 462px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/Sx5yD6agc0I/AAAAAAAAEkk/-1BXkfSvLMg/s400/En_tu_boca.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/Sx5x9DO0P6I/AAAAAAAAEkc/CObgstZZIW0/s1600-h/tu+boca.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><em>Después vino el viento, la lluvia, la tormenta,<br />pero antes que nada fue tu boca.</em></div><br /><br /><br /><p><p><p><p><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-8221662506979044193?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-23015482802043765752009-12-08T01:03:00.001+01:002009-12-08T01:05:19.953+01:00<em><p><p/><p><p/><br /></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Te lo habrá dado todo<br />y aún así será poco.<br />No hay amores que se consagren al desierto<br />y no fenezcan en la larga travesía de una duna.<br />Porque quizás del amor<br />sólo vale el verso incontestable<br />de un cuerpo a cuerpo,<br />o el trayecto imposible de un silencio<br />de tus ojos a los suyos<br />y en ese vértice<br />la insinuación y el escalofrío de una caricia. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><br />Del poemario "El error de las hormigas"<br /><br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-2301548280204376575?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-86511729153206090422009-12-07T08:29:00.004+01:002009-12-07T08:31:58.889+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/Sxyu72Rk1rI/AAAAAAAAEjs/TQKhzvoIDNw/s1600-h/rojo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412393195397240498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 515px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/Sxyu72Rk1rI/AAAAAAAAEjs/TQKhzvoIDNw/s400/rojo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><em>No sé si de todas las verdades que me guardas<br />una es esta herida, grande, abierta,<br />donde tus dedos pueden hurgarme tan adentro. </em></div><br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=fd288e6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-8651172915320609042?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-85546864440458381732009-12-07T00:04:00.000+01:002009-12-07T00:04:00.055+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pudOFG5X6uA&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pudOFG5X6uA&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-8554686444045838173?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-55298942746445770372009-12-06T09:36:00.001+01:002009-12-06T09:38:27.912+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fk4ZHJJXLoQ&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fk4ZHJJXLoQ&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-5529894274644577037?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-44954297749847991822009-12-04T17:58:00.002+01:002009-12-04T18:06:02.163+01:00<p><p/><p><p/><br><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SxlBQGNuaNI/AAAAAAAAEic/R55t1We3fOQ/s1600-h/6ntky10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411428172064254162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 565px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 436px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SxlBQGNuaNI/AAAAAAAAEic/R55t1We3fOQ/s400/6ntky10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><em>Hay en tu brazo una señal.<br />El último día,<br />la última caricia.</em></div><br /><br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-4495429774984799182?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-60572714646629910482009-12-03T13:26:00.001+01:002009-12-03T13:28:01.213+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ibZaxgnBsaU&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ibZaxgnBsaU&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><br /><br />Siempre me recuerda Venecia...<br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-6057271464662991048?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-70830695758693976472009-12-02T21:18:00.004+01:002009-12-02T23:17:35.235+01:00<p><p/><p><p/><br><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SxbMEKvMiQI/AAAAAAAAEh0/358qxYFPbr4/s1600-h/caricia03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410736374306081026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 443px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SxbMEKvMiQI/AAAAAAAAEh0/358qxYFPbr4/s400/caricia03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/SxbL62ORevI/AAAAAAAAEhs/jeI2vuyUf3A/s1600-h/caricia+desnuda.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><em>Desnuda, la caricia quedó entregada en el límite.<br />Un rincón de mí se dio entero,<br />se estremeció en el dolor y en la dicha,<br />se asentó en tu piel<br />y escuché entonces, desde la lejanía, palpitar la vida.<br /></em></div></div><br /><br />*<br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-7083069575869397647?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-8376600699828837512009-12-02T05:00:00.000+01:002009-12-02T05:00:01.317+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N29zkPkd6xc&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N29zkPkd6xc&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-837660069982883751?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-69100357318675995802009-12-01T18:38:00.000+01:002009-12-01T18:39:08.689+01:00<em><p><p/><p><p/><br /></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Entonces sólo había una senda:<br />la que llegaba despacio hasta tu cuerpo. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em><p><p/><p><p/><br /></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-6910035731867599580?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-25562501259774108982009-12-01T07:03:00.002+01:002009-12-01T07:11:17.661+01:00<em><p><p/><p/><p/><br /></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Vinieron a callarse los pájaros.<br />En el silencio desbordado de la lluvia<br />eras la honda abierta al combate,<br />la huella caliza entregada a mi.<br />Lacustre humedad la de tu boca,<br />rincón del cielo desbordado por mi lengua,<br />te hiciste suave enredadera<br />cuando no hubo más luz que la de tus ojos<br />y las palabras supieron del fuego<br />el lado más duro de la noche.<br /></em><br /><em><p><p/><p><p/><br /><br /></em><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-2556250125977410898?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-37482135314919113832009-11-29T22:15:00.000+01:002009-11-29T22:18:44.124+01:00<p><p><p><p><br /><br /><em></em><br /><em>Cabe un sorbo más,<br />apurar el alba,<br />ese pequeño recodo<br />en que al nacer el día<br />todavía nuestros ojos ven la noche.<br />Cabe un sorbo más,<br />apurar la piel<br />hasta el extremo<br />en que el deseo<br />sea un río agónico y silencioso. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><br />Del poemario "El error de las hormigas"<br /><br /><br /><p><p><p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-3748213531491911383?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-33789636180062530712009-10-16T07:20:00.005+02:002009-11-29T21:26:56.994+01:00<p><p><p><p><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/StgDfBVLrNI/AAAAAAAAESo/sxZUbClc3mU/s1600-h/san_valentin_013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393064385244277970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 606px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 447px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/StgDfBVLrNI/AAAAAAAAESo/sxZUbClc3mU/s400/san_valentin_013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><em>Nunca me has de amar como en este instante en que te sueño</em><br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br /><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br />De "El error de las hormigas"<br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V82IZ1eRrZU/SZlkCnOxXyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sHoXU6sUrJg/s1600-h/san+valentin+013.jpg">F</a><br /><br /><br /><p><p><p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-3378963618006253071?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-10162978676028992382009-11-28T14:37:00.001+01:002009-11-28T14:38:38.624+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXynev4F1Sg&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXynev4F1Sg&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-1016297867602899238?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051871005094447144.post-64087541224292025902009-11-27T12:03:00.003+01:002009-11-27T12:05:23.606+01:00<p><p/><p><p/><br><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/Sw-yIzteGaI/AAAAAAAAEgE/syq4Bj5Lub4/s1600/vacio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408737541884877218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 459px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eUoONBjGrUM/Sw-yIzteGaI/AAAAAAAAEgE/syq4Bj5Lub4/s400/vacio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><em>Una luz trae el alba.<br />Tal vez sea sincero<br />este desnudo día de cielo raso,<br />tal vez hoy me pregunte<br />desde cuando no te olvido.<br /></em></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://enlahabitacionroja.blogia.com/upload/El%20hueco%20que%20dejo%20tu%20vacio.jpg">F</a><br /><br /><br /><p><p/><p><p/><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051871005094447144-6408754122429202590?l=estravagariosiglo21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fernandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06685050037949755992fsabadia@live.com1