tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73141176326633650602024-03-18T04:03:02.503+01:00Cosas que sientoPoesía Rita Turzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05300027835979187014noreply@blogger.comBlogger1131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314117632663365060.post-51758368895259020272024-03-14T08:00:00.003+01:002024-03-14T10:20:58.976+01:00Circulo concéntrico<span style="font-size: x-large;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd3WlItLANuTjPB6-hLDNV46NtONDvba57_aPGfCt3VLRZDe7uqFyspEnHnodhH7O-5Uw7uUBTwQ48UOVN83mTimnaWSdro31r8Md0N3GC7cijTg4FID_wkHJgy1Ts8Ht23J58aY9JGa0uJn5ofVDgfGYhDbTJdE6kN4L90ymuPwwfnaY25_tTTANG3-0/s831/11f8cd35449d09cd476d2e0a09dda0df.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="POESÍA" border="0" data-original-height="831" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd3WlItLANuTjPB6-hLDNV46NtONDvba57_aPGfCt3VLRZDe7uqFyspEnHnodhH7O-5Uw7uUBTwQ48UOVN83mTimnaWSdro31r8Md0N3GC7cijTg4FID_wkHJgy1Ts8Ht23J58aY9JGa0uJn5ofVDgfGYhDbTJdE6kN4L90ymuPwwfnaY25_tTTANG3-0/w271-h400/11f8cd35449d09cd476d2e0a09dda0df.jpg" title="Círculo concéntrico" width="271" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Quiso enmudecer ante la injusticia</span><div><span style="font-family: courier;">quiso ser estatua de nubes ante la ignorancia y la barbarie.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Quiso ser perenne sonrisa</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">pero su corazón bailaba en las sombras,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">alejado en la soledad del vacío</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">dibujo pétalos de sueños</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">que inundaban en fragancias su excitación.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Gotas de lágrimas descendían de su esencia</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">en torrentes invisibles a la mañana,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">torbellinos de fuego</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">creando figuras elípticas en sus pupilas.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Quiso gritar en los brazos de la noche</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">quiso escapar en la línea del destino,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y sendas borrosas guiaron sus pasos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">al instinto voraz de la esperanza.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Infinitos muros de oxígeno</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">cadenas de pensamientos sangrantes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">violencia desbordando los poros</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">cabalgando fugaz al sinsentido.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Amanecían sus manos </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">cubiertas en escarcha de rosas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y cada vez sus formas eran más y más sensibles,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">aullaba el viento siluetas de mariposas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">donde mezclar mágicos versos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">notas de colores con alma.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Quiso enmudecer ante la realidad</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">desplomando en un charco de blancas palabras,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">pero comprendió</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">que el tiempo era un círculo concéntrico</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">donde tropezar una y otra vez.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div>
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<br /></div>Rita Turzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05300027835979187014noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314117632663365060.post-48411413166223041612024-02-15T08:00:00.001+01:002024-02-15T08:00:00.339+01:00Inhóspito<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUooLge2ec4LB85Efs1FzmyV81KM1oCgqkHdbUQgbI64BltTCy6Kypjyzb4I-UdBBxbLcdqFgCqs6ladMuQTj201LMgirXb3RlOxZ-6WWT21ctc4lO3Krx1lxKJLn4bSaBufYmlHZlNZ15a-9nfT7L1nYoXCcUrVlwXl1FTnjUAJvQ91xz_fKbYpqxCY/s680/FD1bY3QXsAAvwif.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="inhóspito poema" border="0" data-original-height="654" data-original-width="680" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUooLge2ec4LB85Efs1FzmyV81KM1oCgqkHdbUQgbI64BltTCy6Kypjyzb4I-UdBBxbLcdqFgCqs6ladMuQTj201LMgirXb3RlOxZ-6WWT21ctc4lO3Krx1lxKJLn4bSaBufYmlHZlNZ15a-9nfT7L1nYoXCcUrVlwXl1FTnjUAJvQ91xz_fKbYpqxCY/w400-h385/FD1bY3QXsAAvwif.jpg" title="lugar inhóspito" width="400" /></a></div></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Terminaremos en el lugar</span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">más inhóspito del mundo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">con nuestro sudor oliendo a piel.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Donde nadie nos pueda encontrar.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><b>Náufragos</b> (2018)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICmEdOK8Z5L470qUg_6wqxS4HXplvAQYgN_FXDHTUMQeMjNKxOggIJ6AOe8Hr1WJFwDOnlfWxVe0fzzHS9oRbu0nSpkMJebtGeARthMoxbJv_E0Z1YYV1nQbg71fRik9QGNvE2tCawNQ6vqzhl3ANvywUCAxr-KuyHJjkKij-lb-hV-rwSTuXvi1hp74/s300/naufragos-214x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="poemario" border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICmEdOK8Z5L470qUg_6wqxS4HXplvAQYgN_FXDHTUMQeMjNKxOggIJ6AOe8Hr1WJFwDOnlfWxVe0fzzHS9oRbu0nSpkMJebtGeARthMoxbJv_E0Z1YYV1nQbg71fRik9QGNvE2tCawNQ6vqzhl3ANvywUCAxr-KuyHJjkKij-lb-hV-rwSTuXvi1hp74/s16000/naufragos-214x300.jpg" title="Náufragos 2018" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Fotografías: Pinterest y álbum personal</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span>
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font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><b> <span> </span><span> </span>Blade Runner</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Estás salvaje</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">como una flor</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">raída</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">por el viento,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">acariciada</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">por los agujeros</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">feroces</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">e invisibles.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Estás etéreo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">como las luces</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">que quedan ocultas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">en el cielo </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">creciente</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">del hemisferio</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">norte</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">junto a la nebulosa</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">de Orión.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Desde el último </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">confín </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">de la tierra,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">bajo nuestros pies,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">dibujamos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">un manto </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">de hierba</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">verde,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">verde cual vestidura</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">que se ciñe</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">a nuestros cuerpos.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">La habitación</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">sin paredes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">con dientes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">afilados</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">como la noche,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">permite al cielo </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">entrar</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">en nosotros</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">arropándonos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">como una sombra</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">hambrienta</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">de silencio</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">y cicatrices.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Estás salvaje</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">desde el último</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">confín </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">de la tierra.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><b>La piel del otro</b> (2022)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz1UhGgQhrVNPBq0NQrVDr10GcUem3FaAyI7N-hH8SbBOIL4jLzQ7J4eNj8rEk5aBNhmFiS9f1p9HSAPZosfZfAIvbkMXMpPboBoAZqFQy0rBEc9bD6dUy8DH5UPqiM8jUDavpzuhmfOqTv4_5ojLK1o7KwXP5RPRgmZ664HLezw1JKKQKyVj9TbwH19o/s1600/la%20piel%20del%20otro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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data-original-width="1080" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFtBRhHcQxekpTBkBMmmq8Hrq3KYyg-9SZBskd-pOdGEXUAPXordochmW_Brdv5Uij770rKgFOLjmR37l6NI_FzvwLwcZwhRylqGcLRogbbItXPXQt_9cFdlPksf2kFqMKLUyxGkOOmlIjUb1Hyzl2GP6A90q6ZjOA5Btvf0pMbuqLW3_A0U4Yvr2bhcw/w400-h243/la%20autopista.jpg" title="La autopista" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>ya que tanto insistes</span><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>en que me lo corte</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>voy a explicarte</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y <span> </span>será la primera y la última vez que lo haga</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>por qué llevo el pelo largo:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>llevo el pelo largo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>porque el ejército estadounidense</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>ofrecía recompensa</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>de dos dólares</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>por cada cabellera de indio</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>que se le entregara</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y <span> </span>los que la cobraron</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>así como los soldados</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y <span> </span>mandos superiores</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>del ejército estadounidense</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>llevaban el pelo corto</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">o <span> </span>muy corto:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>llevo el pelo largo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>porque el ejército franquista</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>en la corrada de la casa en que nací</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>la rapó la cabeza</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>a una de las mujeres de mi familia</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>cuyo hombre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>acababa de ser fusilado</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>por negarse a defenestrar</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>niños de pecho republicanos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y <span> </span>los soldados que le raparon la cabeza</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>así como el resto de tropas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y <span> </span>mandos superiores</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>del ejército franquista</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>incluido el puto francisco franco</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>llevaban el pelo corto</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">o <span> </span>muy corto:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>llevo el pelo largo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>porque en el campo de concentración de mauthausen</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>a los deportados españoles</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>como ramiro santiesteban</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>el superviviente octogenario que me lo contó</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>a los deportados españoles</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>una vez a la semana</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>los sábados</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>les hacían lo que entre ellos se conocía</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>como <i>la autopista</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>esto es</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>les rapaban el pelo a cero</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>desde la frente hacía atrás.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>la autopista</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y <span> </span>más adelante</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>cuando hitler estaba perdiendo la guerra</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>con ese pelo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>se forraban las botas de los soldados alemanes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>con ese pelo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y <span> </span>todos esos soldados alemanes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>como también los que los sábados colaboraban</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>en el mantenimiento de la autopista</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>junto con los respectivos mandos superiores</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>el hijo de la gran puta del führer a la cabeza</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y <span> </span>junto el resto del pueblo alemán</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>llevaban el pelo corto</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">o <span> </span>muy corto</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>llevo el pelo largo por otra razón también:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>muchas de las mujeres que conozco</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>me aseguran que con él así de largo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>estoy mucho más guapo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y <span> </span>aparento muchos menos años </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>de los que en realidad tengo:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>así que en vez de estar dándome la gaita a todas horas </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>con que a ver cuando me voy a que me corten el pelo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>mejor te callas la puta boca</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>eh</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y<span> </span>te dejabas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span>crecer el tuyo:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><i> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2eSBV_A-JKXVywx5hlw-gHUYc2ss-q51vdXEYY7IBgyW9_eICCmMUXO2vpy3AdqI28oB8xhAXa8ItUOOHahEp5sLTBFq9sdGVSOIrVkPW77WRYtmnoaoEa1g0nQzlLT9Nrd8xppxX87lBo4oNcgucjcC1D980wNjUHr-SRYa6Cbak1tHQj2RMVmDfj8/s4000/1699642108685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="David González" border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2eSBV_A-JKXVywx5hlw-gHUYc2ss-q51vdXEYY7IBgyW9_eICCmMUXO2vpy3AdqI28oB8xhAXa8ItUOOHahEp5sLTBFq9sdGVSOIrVkPW77WRYtmnoaoEa1g0nQzlLT9Nrd8xppxX87lBo4oNcgucjcC1D980wNjUHr-SRYa6Cbak1tHQj2RMVmDfj8/w240-h320/1699642108685.jpg" title="Hombre al agua" width="240" /></a></div><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"> <br />Poema: <b>David González</b> de su poemario <b>"Hombre al agua".</b> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Edición: A.C Agita Vallecas <b>(2020)</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Fotografías: internet y álbum personal</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;"></span></span><br /><br /></div>Rita Turzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05300027835979187014noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314117632663365060.post-74879768632632825462023-12-21T08:00:00.001+01:002023-12-21T08:00:00.130+01:00El arte de amar<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5m_IPxaVrkYmRR4VM4qrOcR6rhDFF0xfF0OFHLFJMxuHs6pMcq0V2p3nKW1i-a6Bq3sUAxVjBF_6T6WRcuJnsUVL6mqsE97b_mS5V9Nvcb2QlI7oBha1x9-j44vTCZFXfdb7CFCkLK1NqAYd_CfYqm33aZKBtDqe2LyAY-YGGqilHb7y-Q7TiBzox84/s680/FG9zIT3XwAABq_v.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="poema" border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="680" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5m_IPxaVrkYmRR4VM4qrOcR6rhDFF0xfF0OFHLFJMxuHs6pMcq0V2p3nKW1i-a6Bq3sUAxVjBF_6T6WRcuJnsUVL6mqsE97b_mS5V9Nvcb2QlI7oBha1x9-j44vTCZFXfdb7CFCkLK1NqAYd_CfYqm33aZKBtDqe2LyAY-YGGqilHb7y-Q7TiBzox84/w400-h400/FG9zIT3XwAABq_v.png" title="Cristina Peri Rossi" width="400" /></a></div></div><div style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: courier;">Y contándote historias</span><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y diciéndote versos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">me fui enamorando</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">de manera que las historias que te contaba</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">tejían una Ína red</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">en torno a mi</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">en torno a ti</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y los versos de otros que repetía</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">eran como las notas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">de antigua y nueva melodía</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ya sabes, mi amor,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">cuáles son los efectos de las músicas,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">ya sabes, mi amor,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">cuáles son los efectos de los sons</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">de las dulces e y las cálidas a</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">contándote historias</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y diciéndote versos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">me fui enamorando</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y al cabo no supe</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">no supe bien</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">si me había enamorado de vos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">de mí</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">o de la música</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">de ti de mía y de la historia del pulpo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">que cambia de sexo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">la historia del charcutero que salva al niño judío</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">la historia de la bomba que cayó y mató a todos salvo al gato</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">la historia de la leona que amamantó a una gacela</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y la del cuervo que no supo volar</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y contándote historias volví a enamorarme</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">de las mujeres a las que antes amé</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y diciéndote versos compuse melodías</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">de modo que ahora cuando digo que te amo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">no sé a quién se lo digo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">solo que tú me escuchas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y quizás</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">también me amas</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">porque te cuento historias,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">porque te cito versos.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; 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<br /></div>Rita Turzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05300027835979187014noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314117632663365060.post-43071472936282112942023-12-15T08:00:00.070+01:002023-12-15T08:00:00.132+01:0010 años<span style="font-size: x-large;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMeO_uJMR4cUdpc2l_6UAuxRd_6kxs2f0kg3IKRI5Ts4KV4ussYFZp6ZlKzjhBgVIZEcNUTPpV1Ykfv6lQbP4w3LXvWfTDEGTc27AqWzCJOzf6PkA9QtcknUXqJXx0fQC3RZ6Bmf0VfwMXUEmrmdmh2PJDc9KXC8D6A_cQpmpxpHFoPTZR3D09zLSpcr8/s1920/10%20a%C3%B1os%20aniversario%201.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Cosas que siento" border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMeO_uJMR4cUdpc2l_6UAuxRd_6kxs2f0kg3IKRI5Ts4KV4ussYFZp6ZlKzjhBgVIZEcNUTPpV1Ykfv6lQbP4w3LXvWfTDEGTc27AqWzCJOzf6PkA9QtcknUXqJXx0fQC3RZ6Bmf0VfwMXUEmrmdmh2PJDc9KXC8D6A_cQpmpxpHFoPTZR3D09zLSpcr8/w360-h640/10%20a%C3%B1os%20aniversario%201.png" title="Cosas que siento 2013/2023" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span>El tiempo ha pasado como un soplo desde que el <b>15 de diciembre de 2013</b> abrí este blog. Cuando empecé a publicar mis poemas, mi intención era simplemente hacer una especie de recopilación de todo lo que tenía escrito, de lo que sentía, y plasmarlo en algún lugar donde todo el mundo pudiera acceder y leerme. Esa fue la primera idea, pero después la vida te sorprende y te da más de lo que habíamos pensado.</span></span></span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span> </span></span></span><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Este blog ha sido un verdadero regalo, pese al trabajo que puede llevar mantenerlo al día en los tiempos que corren. Hoy las redes sociales mandan y las personas prefieren cosas más inmediatas, cosas con menos mimo y ternura.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Ha sido un verdadero regalo porque habéis sido miles las personas que me habéis leído, que me seguís leyendo. </span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Ha sido un regalo por todos los compañeros y compañeras poetas, que sois como una familia (bloguera) que no falla nunca.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Y ha sido un regalo por toda la satisfacción que ha traído día a día a mi vida.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Hoy este blog cumple<b> diez años, </b>y quiero daros las gracias por estar a mi lado todo este tiempo. Quiero brindar por todos vosotros, pues sin vosotros no hubiese llegado hasta aquí.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Muchísimas gracias y ¡larga vida a la <b>poesía</b>!</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><b>Rita.</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0M_JCmrbDB5hWpZxfr_abNvRxyvnyMYCv-UK1aoaN5lON17AlL3nIGi1Vy5z7MDY03G2PQHtzOHhlFXfYNqd7JnRfEELT6Of_jtXH29wnWjvK1GoI08muPGz96mqZNhRDd_-h14v1OKVdgnr8RLL5o9-e9c_nimwHHageqIORIBKpbr5fMbkppBe4xs/s4096/10%20a%C3%B1os%20aniversario%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4096" data-original-width="4096" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0M_JCmrbDB5hWpZxfr_abNvRxyvnyMYCv-UK1aoaN5lON17AlL3nIGi1Vy5z7MDY03G2PQHtzOHhlFXfYNqd7JnRfEELT6Of_jtXH29wnWjvK1GoI08muPGz96mqZNhRDd_-h14v1OKVdgnr8RLL5o9-e9c_nimwHHageqIORIBKpbr5fMbkppBe4xs/s320/10%20a%C3%B1os%20aniversario%203.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif">Banners: álbum personal<br /></span></span></span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif">Contacto:<span style="color: #660000;"> </span><a href="mailto:cosasquesiento@gmail.com" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">cosasquesiento@gmail.com</span></a></span></span><br />
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data-original-width="3000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCxunNUd7QFpCI0ibFBm82biLQ9CgVAoLxBMKneERq_QXUNBXuwdf3DgCYb9ZdqWqWQR_ee0EjoVCiRBe2pTbFtAwYdeA6_c7Hb6x364kOJD8VpeWbjERzLatbOVbaY0toaQ7cGLrMmV4Y2B9LI5pAvCJ38ihiBvYGJNC2iINBYLJoJQV0BrcKNYFT_MM/w300-h400/1696243791519.jpg" title="flores azules" width="300" /></a><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span> </span><span> </span>A la Plataforma de Afectados Líricos por la Asonancia (la PALA)</span><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Primero vinieron a por el adjetivo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">pero como no éramos Bertolt Brecht</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y la fórmula dice</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">cuando no da vida, mata,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">los poetas ni mu.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Luego vinieron a por los pajaritos</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">por su molesto mantra monótono</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">-agh, demasiados emes con música de moto-</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y nosotros no dijimos nada,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">porque los uniformes nos repelen</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">aunque se vistan de trino.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Los adverbios cayeron a la primera.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Quien se atreva a confesar</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">que ama</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">minuciosamente,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">que tire la primera piedra.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">La elipsis la salvaron.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">-¡La elipsis mola!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">¡Somos postmodernos!-, rugían;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">-¡Levantad la asonancia</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">debajo está la playa!-</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">empuñaban los eslóganes</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">en sus talleres de vanguardia</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(lo oculto tiene mejor fama que lo claro)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Después vinieron a por las flores</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">por su belleza repetitiva,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">y hasta ahí podíamos llegar.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Montamos jardines.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Hicimos poemas sociales.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Nada más asonante que un latido,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">quisimos argumentar</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">demasiado tarde</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">(cu cum cu cum cu cum)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Y la poesía, menos mal, fue abolida</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">por dar la tabarra con sus 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