tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69227544413277195112012-02-16T03:57:18.812-08:00Espacio creado para compartir reflexiones desde diferentes puntos de vista, opiniones sobre diferentes temas de interés, lo que en realidad viene a reflejar la exteriorización de una variedad de 'realidades'.Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-18297441294575291322011-10-27T13:49:00.000-07:002011-10-27T13:50:50.987-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFaDt_DL3YU/TqnDTEPor_I/AAAAAAAAAbk/nfkl8HEUlB4/s1600/moon_tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFaDt_DL3YU/TqnDTEPor_I/AAAAAAAAAbk/nfkl8HEUlB4/s320/moon_tree.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Cuando desaparece su lente</span></b><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>queda como ente</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>entre gente sin mente...&nbsp;</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"> y yo, ando sencillamente<br />&nbsp;afluente en la fuente</span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-1829744129457529132?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-50709572918152987202011-09-01T12:20:00.000-07:002011-09-01T12:27:24.452-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-peFhVD4BKQA/Tl_UBZc3OkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KASjCra1SHI/s1600/000_Par2661681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-peFhVD4BKQA/Tl_UBZc3OkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KASjCra1SHI/s320/000_Par2661681.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(184, 49, 0, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="ES-CO"><span class="Apple-style-span">Ultravioleta, en saetas de seda, respira el suspiro de&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span">susurros</span><span class="Apple-style-span">&nbsp;lo suficiente.&nbsp;</span></span><span lang="ES-CO">Eficiente es &amp; la muerte despide.&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span lang="ES-CO">A punto controla los latidos, se debate en el bate y late en el arte, resaltando de los lados, los dados de su mano, donde se parten, en adelante, los alados labios.&nbsp;</span></span></span></b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #444444; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><b><span lang="ES-CO" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">La vaca era flaca rumbo a Cuernavaca.</span></span></b></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: right;"><b><span lang="ES-CO" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pero que, por culpa de Taca, dejó sin hamaca y sin navaja, a esa media naranja.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-5070957291815298720?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-43007638648998323452011-03-16T20:48:00.000-07:002011-03-16T20:55:33.275-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-W4NmvNc1ghE/TYGDxtBObZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/cXrJFY1ml7A/s1600/Jellyfish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-W4NmvNc1ghE/TYGDxtBObZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/cXrJFY1ml7A/s400/Jellyfish.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Castillos en el aire</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ojos de Russignori</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Soy un ángel de la ilusión.</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Al cierre de los párpados se dibujan las siluetas<br />Saetas que encienden las luciérnagas&nbsp;</span></b></div><div style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">En mentes de libélulas magnéticas.</span></b></div><div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">En el mientras tanto</span></b></div><div style="color: orange; text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Todo suena a canto </span></b></div><div style="color: orange; text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Menos el llanto</span></b></div><div style="color: orange; text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">de quienes han perdido su tanto.</span></b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">La larga espera culmina su condena</span></b></div><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cuando se presenta&nbsp;</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">La nueva luna llena.</span></b></div><div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">&amp;, en medio de corales </span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Navegan los nopales.</span></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-4300763864899832345?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-54799898153592299852010-10-17T15:52:00.000-07:002010-10-17T16:10:34.917-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/TLt9EU3GyJI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8rDVZJBC1OM/s1600/superdesert.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/TLt9EU3GyJI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8rDVZJBC1OM/s640/superdesert.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ecos resuenan después del fin</span></b></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cuando ya no queda nada más&nbsp;</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Apenas comienza el surgir,</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Suena la voz a seguir...</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Los pies en el mundo o e</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">l mundo bajo los pies</span></b></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sólo tras las huellas, el camino renacerá</span></b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Para aquellos que buscan una respuesta</span></b></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">La incógnita cesará</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Trayendo pedales en cada una de sus llaves</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Esa es la ruta que destruye la duda.</span></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Siguiendo los pasos de Jesús...)</span></b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-5479989815359229985?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-75548433393061497362010-08-27T15:03:00.001-07:002010-08-30T14:18:19.237-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/THg9Q0C5npI/AAAAAAAAAZg/s_jign6q8lU/s1600/DSC00333.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/THg9Q0C5npI/AAAAAAAAAZg/s_jign6q8lU/s320/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510221503145811602" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-MX"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Suena el eco<br /></b></span></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>El empalme de fragmentos</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Titilan a su paso<br /></b></span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Huellas del ayer.</b></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Recuerdos rotos,<br /></b></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Embriagados en su perdición;</b></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>En la condena de haber sido un sueño,<br /></b></span></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Cuyo destino saldría con el despertar.</b></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Se levanta la guerrera<br /></b></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>La espada y su filo</b></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Cortan sogas de hierro.<br /></b></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>El tiempo se apresta</b></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>A un estado abismal<br /></b></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Para alcanzar sus límites.</b></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Llueven pétalos<br /></span></b></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Suenan violines</span></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Llaman a la luz.</span><br /></b></span></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Corren los últimos, y en un abrir y cerrar de ojos,</span></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Se detienen los relojes de la ciudad.</span></b></span></span><p></p><p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-7554843339306149736?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-64076047032521070262010-06-28T06:07:00.000-07:002010-08-30T14:14:16.470-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/TCioZxxB7UI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ysdcNIjd0WM/s1600/sombrillas.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/TCioZxxB7UI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ysdcNIjd0WM/s400/sombrillas.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487821306760129858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Si abren no son de aquél</span></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Si giran son más rápidas que el riel</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Si cierran son tan astutas como un pincel</span></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Y ahora, como el tren,</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">no se pierden ya sin Él</span></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-6407604703252107026?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-50820242394128671792010-05-10T16:00:00.000-07:002010-05-10T16:23:13.292-07:00<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V_xKYAYLjFs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V_xKYAYLjFs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-5082024239412867179?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-83073190539239662182010-04-27T09:48:00.000-07:002010-05-15T14:32:20.435-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S9dQ6AewgwI/AAAAAAAAAWw/abjJnBCnKF0/s1600/verde.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S9dQ6AewgwI/AAAAAAAAAWw/abjJnBCnKF0/s400/verde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464925630329029378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Un sogno che si fa vero</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br />Compaiono all´improvviso finestre aperte</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br />Ma soltanto </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">in una </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">si guardano i castelli dell´aria</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Esce dalla primavera un´ ucello<br />Si aprono occhi verdi da dove si ascolta la gioia<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">il treno parte mentre arriva la cioccolata</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />La schiuma del mare si prende dal sole</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Piuttosto la ballerina si rende conto d´ avere un casco di astronauta<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ovunque si trovano parole ordinati piene del cinema camminatore </span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Si ferma una macchina del tempo, tutta verde!</span></span></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Da sempre ti conoscevo</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Nei miei sogni</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S9cuXcSK6QI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H2EcDpVR0QU/s1600/volarH20.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S9cuXcSK6QI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H2EcDpVR0QU/s400/volarH20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464887653101660418" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; ">(Per il mio ragazzo)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-8307319053923966218?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-39045229884237164952010-04-16T16:27:00.000-07:002010-04-16T16:29:47.926-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5DWAdJKUlxo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5DWAdJKUlxo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-3904522988423716495?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-51122429077251343682010-04-10T10:06:00.000-07:002011-08-19T12:55:37.190-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S8CwwtXSfeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/WdwlS3gd_uQ/s1600/000_Hkg2588551.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458557099230526946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S8CwwtXSfeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/WdwlS3gd_uQ/s320/000_Hkg2588551.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 215px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 286px;" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Como números copiados somos enchufados a realidades masificadas, mientras las verdaderas conexiones quedan prendidas a vacíos justificados por las sociedades, convirtiéndonos en fichas pred</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">ecibles de juegos macabros de intereses y poder.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #000099; font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">Cada día nacemos y morimos en las mismas rutina</span><span style="color: #000099; font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">s, acostumbrados a no preguntarnos tantos porqués… encasillados en paradigmas que nos enceguecen, que nos encadenan a supuestas verdades </span><span style="color: #000099; font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">concedidas socialmente, para aislarnos de los conocimientos puros; esos alcanzados por el hombre cuando logra despojarse de tanta basura que le ha sido arrojada durante años… </span></div><div style="color: #ff6600; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Alejarnos de lo que dictan falsas supuestas verdades llena de verdaderos significados, genera la diferencia necesaria para teñir de sentido nuestra temporalidad en este lugar, al ser artífices </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span">de concie</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span">ncias propias que no corren a través de paradigmas ni prejuicios, sino de libertades desintoxicantes, para ir rompiendo partes de ese fuerte muro que nos rodea, pero que al igual que todo lo que existe en este mundo imperecedero, no es ni eterno ni inmutable. Al quebrar esas cadenas, los vientos de libertad y justicia formarán parte de valiosas </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span">conexiones inquebrantables.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S8C3kGxrh4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/84z2QXmF5KA/s1600/manos.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458564579295201154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S8C3kGxrh4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/84z2QXmF5KA/s320/manos.bmp" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 212px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 287px;" /></a><br /><span style="color: #330033; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">El mundo actual carece de auténticas co</span></span></span><span style="color: #330033; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">nexiones, donde lo verdadero queda revestido de mentiras, completame</span></span></span><span style="color: #330033; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">nte opacado en una profunda oscuridad impregnada por od</span></span></span><span style="color: #330033; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">ios, guerras, desamor, rencor, rabia, idolatrías, materialismo, egoísmos, deseo</span></span></span><span style="color: #330033; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">s de venganza; millones se han visto opacados por la maldad y la destrucción. El amor v</span></span></span><span style="color: #330033; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">erdadero y </span></span></span><span style="color: #330033; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">la presencia de Dios no encuentra u</span></span></span><span style="color: #330033; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">n camino ni u</span></span></span><span style="color: #330033; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">n lugar en este mundo,</span></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #330033; font-weight: bold;"> donde no se abraza la diversidad, donde no hay bondad y donde no nos interesa el bienestar del otro.<br /><br /></span></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S8C31c2wOmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/WsaqIu6p4Mo/s1600/000_Del264074.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458564877279836770" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S8C31c2wOmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/WsaqIu6p4Mo/s320/000_Del264074.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 221px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 362px;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">Igualmente pienso que es posible captar y emanar al</span><span style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">go de luz en el oscuro mundo que nos rodea. Sólo basta con esa pequeña chispa para iluminar un vasto océano de tinieblas. Tengo Fe de que algún día, si cada vez somos más los que nos esforzamos en parecernos a Jesús, es que veremos y viviremos un mundo mejor.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S8Cwj9hno4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/j0qtqM4Miew/s1600/000_Del264074.jpg"><br /></a></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-5112242907725134368?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-14816898028349899572010-03-11T16:36:00.000-08:002010-05-15T14:34:28.516-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S5mSI44vYEI/AAAAAAAAATg/iuhio2b12xg/s1600-h/vintage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S5mSI44vYEI/AAAAAAAAATg/iuhio2b12xg/s400/vintage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447545905688305730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Ahora se llega la hora. </span>Las palabras no esperarán ni una sola Era más, saldrán afanadas para ser el verbo de la vida y del poder. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Los oídos se aprestan.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Las gentes esperan. </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Los niños sueltan las cadenas. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">La mentira se esconde para perderse para siempre. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Arquitectos transparentes construyen la casa del árbol. </span>El cielo llega y derrama su luz. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">La visión triunfa.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Las mariposas danzan en lo eterno <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">y sus destellos encarnan resplandecientes estrellas celestes.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">(Para Dios que me dio una nueva vida)</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></b></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-1481689802834989957?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-66582290549197978832009-12-03T16:30:00.000-08:002009-12-04T13:25:51.561-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SxlylLMXFfI/AAAAAAAAATM/ftu6rIn_MHs/s1600-h/gray.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SxlylLMXFfI/AAAAAAAAATM/ftu6rIn_MHs/s400/gray.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411482410247722482" /></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><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Ya entrada la noche</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Cae la lluvia </span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">y en una aparente caricia</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Aumenta la furia de su tempestad</span></span></b></span></div></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>Se precipitan <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">gotas que aceleran intensamente el movimiento de sus siluetas</span></b></span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>Perdiéndose</b></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">en</span> </span></span></b></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">velocidades abismales</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Que</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> consumen entes y verbos</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> con su voracidad</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Para cubrir, como un gran manto ausente de color, suelos áridos</span></b></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>La noche se convierte en </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>oscuro reflejo</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">De almas insomnes y sonámbulas</span></b></span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Mientras en el cielo brillan, por su ausencia,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">La danza silenciosa de las estrellas</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Tormentas siniestras están por arrastrar a su antojo</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">A</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">quello que brillaba bajo reflejos luminosos</span></b></span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>Todo desaparece y se fusiona </b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Trayendo consigo aparentes vientos de libertad</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>Lejanos a esa eterna búsqueda de eternidad</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>Son tan sólo la reflexión de un reloj que marca el</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b> </b></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Ahora,</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Aquí</span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div></span></span> 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style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;" lang="FR">La mer <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">rèpond </span>à la folie: <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; color: purple;" lang="FR"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Je suis prête</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">parce-que</span> <br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; color: purple;" lang="FR"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Je t´aime beacoup!!!</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-8323141072860029124?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-48353083468239215842009-08-11T10:06:00.000-07:002009-08-11T10:20:40.665-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SoGnPk1yHII/AAAAAAAAARA/XEUG-CTQO98/s1600-h/nevada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SoGnPk1yHII/AAAAAAAAARA/XEUG-CTQO98/s400/nevada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368756116831476866" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >En el rincón del olvido</span> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Respira</span> </div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Cantos perdidos</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />Fuegos prenden ciegos hilos</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />Hasta la sepultura</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br />Se cierran puertas sin forma<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >En claves <span style="font-weight: bold;">anónimas</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Una </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >oculta</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" > llave conoce el presagio de letras <span style="font-weight: bold;">prohibidas</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >En el sin sentido de <span style="font-weight: bold;">fragmentos </span>dibujados por frenéticas tintas</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Que por apatías perdían su cordura y color. </span><br /></div> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Era la muerte misma… </span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Prevención racional.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Adiós</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">surreal.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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255);">azul</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cristalina y terrestre</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Parpadea la cal de cuerpos celestes</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Suena el eco de aguas heladas</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Solidificando interminables lluvias de gotas ciegas</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">En el abismo dual de quienes sueñan demasiado<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-1335364868974170146?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-10008234755985567052009-07-16T11:16:00.000-07:002009-07-16T11:21:47.347-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Sl9vPaexnKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ot5hEfW8JAY/s1600-h/000_Was2173143.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Sl9vPaexnKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ot5hEfW8JAY/s400/000_Was2173143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359124392191302818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hablo de ser, no de dejar pasar</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Miro a través de caleidoscopios, no de paradigmas</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Escucho a través de música libertaria, no de prejuicios</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Escribo desde el alma, no desde el ego</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Amo desde la Fuente, no desde el condicionamiento </span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Bailo desde ahora en el ahora y </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">para siempre me pierdo en los secretos que guardan mis silencios.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-1000823475598556705?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-69401706513235873542009-07-01T08:02:00.000-07:002009-07-01T08:09:23.672-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Skt75IFAcII/AAAAAAAAAQY/rebXP7y27Tk/s1600-h/000_Was2297516.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" 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</style> <![endif]--><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Pléyades se expanden en páginas anónimas deponiendo a Charly, próximo a un sin título internacional, que ya sube a 30. <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">BBC Mundo, como fiscal del cinturón fotónico, direcciona Word hacia nuestra agencia. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Reformista sin gafas celebra la retirada de ventas de funerales, asumiendo el control de ciudades secretas. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Encuentran choque de documentos donde líderes abandonan unánimes tratados y un sedante escribe la historia y el porvenir. <br /> <br /> <br /> </span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"> </span> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-6940170651323587354?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-2610259037787232902009-06-04T07:52:00.000-07:002009-06-07T13:22:08.310-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SifgD7l-_DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/l1aQmKrozes/s1600-h/000_Hkg2407816.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SifgD7l-_DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/l1aQmKrozes/s400/000_Hkg2407816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343485841039621170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;">Vehementemente expande sus manías</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">A través de incomprensibles verbos</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;"><br />Interactuando con realidades paralelas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Amorfas figuras aparecen ante incontrolables impulsos</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;"><br />Descifrando claves en Morse</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Seres marinos multiplican sus rayos</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;"><br />Decodificando eléctricas pulsaciones intransigentes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Para teñir con tintas de magneto</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;"><br />Profundas realidades de abstractos contextos.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#CC9933;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC9933;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">3 poemas en 1</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">)</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Siff4QKnUBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EkTAeQzabIw/s1600-h/000_DV525506.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Siff4QKnUBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EkTAeQzabIw/s400/000_DV525506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343485640403537938" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-261025903778723290?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-89542363438955710712009-04-07T17:53:00.000-07:002009-04-16T06:04:09.804-07:00<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SePugkKaxUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vB9O57mFK08/s1600-h/bjork_sea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324361427712656706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SePugkKaxUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vB9O57mFK08/s320/bjork_sea.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><font face="verdana" color="#009900" size="4">Qu´est ce-que-je suis?<br /><font color="#999900">Je ne sais pas</font><br /><font color="#000099"></font></font></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><font face="verdana" color="#009900" size="4"><font color="#cc9933">Qu´est - ce- que vous voulez?</font><br /><font color="#ff6600">Voulez vous être les sept mers?</font><br /></font></strong><strong><font face="verdana" color="#009900" size="4"><font color="#990000">Je ne sais pas ....</font><br /></font></strong><strong><font face="verdana" color="#009900" size="4"><font color="#ffcc00">un, deux, trois...</font><br /><font color="#993300"></font></font></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><font face="verdana" color="#009900" size="4"><font color="#993300">Je ne sais pas...</font><br />quatre, cinq, six...<br /><font color="#990000"></font></font></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><font face="verdana" color="#009900" size="4"><font color="#990000">Je vas être un téléphone!<br /></font><font color="#33cc00">allô, allô c´est moi...</font><br /><font color="#ff6600">je viens d ´arriver de la maison des mots</font></font></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-8954236343895571071?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-79280169603986779442009-02-28T06:40:00.001-08:002009-02-28T06:47:51.368-08:00<a onblur="try 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<style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">Lo erótico está en la profunda rareza del Ser</p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">Lejos de la dimensión superflua</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">En donde sólo la mar de la diversión </p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal">Es la esencia del suspiro.</p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p> </div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-7928016960398677944?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-39829011818647383862009-02-28T06:25:00.000-08:002010-05-15T17:43:22.845-07:00<object width="560" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SGFb5e0N4II/AAAAAAAAAIs/qENuHY_LkCs/s1600-h/espiral.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215550886554493058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SGFb5e0N4II/AAAAAAAAAIs/qENuHY_LkCs/s320/espiral.JPG" width="303" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Sentenciada fue</strong></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Por perder la fe</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>A soportar ese té</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Entonces, sin saber por qué,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Decidió tejer</strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-6261253704178352529?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-22501822587782841122008-06-12T19:13:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:46:14.574-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SFHYagPQ0gI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gZYmHLQXq60/s1600-h/atomico.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211184193686524418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SFHYagPQ0gI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gZYmHLQXq60/s320/atomico.jpg" width="307" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"><strong>Solamente somos </strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>comprendidos</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>en la demencia</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>de un ayer sin salida</strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-2250182258778284112?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-55602163365778653342008-06-02T14:52:00.001-07:002008-12-08T23:46:14.893-08:00<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SERtRqQ09DI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mMSO2JaTv58/s1600-h/70055597a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207407219317208114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="108" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SERtRqQ09DI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mMSO2JaTv58/s320/70055597a.jpg" width="276" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>Opacada en la oscuridad</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>yacía vaciada dentro de sí</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>Perdida entre círculos de agua</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>Se encadenaba a un ciego presente</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>Donde el Ser debe ser más fuerte que la muerte</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>para volver a vivir.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207408357483541570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SERuT6Q09EI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rFCeaWNyJt0/s320/b19nature036.jpg" width="268" border="0" /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-5560216336577865334?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-65302388759005602522008-05-17T18:54:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:46:15.127-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SC-Nm8w3v_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/MM9eXXGUrrE/s1600-h/hafez3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201531794921865202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SC-Nm8w3v_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/MM9eXXGUrrE/s320/hafez3.jpg" width="286" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>Mariposa de alas rotas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>llora su pesar,</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>sabiendo que nada de lo que fue, será</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>Mientras se posa en las hojas</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>del azar,</strong></span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>se da cuenta de que nada en lo que vendrá</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201532327497809922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SC-OF8w3wAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/W5R9hYSXHGE/s320/b1butterfly024.jpg" width="198" border="0" /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-6530238875900560252?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-51857928885784533892008-05-01T17:43:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:46:15.649-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SBposmUy_oI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DwmBFZngfpY/s1600-h/la_blusa_rumana.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195580235536596610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SBposmUy_oI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DwmBFZngfpY/s320/la_blusa_rumana.jpg" width="218" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Palabras perdidas,<br />sombras que se encuentran<br />y se proyectan por el miedo al devenir,<br />repitiendo los fantasmas del ayer.<br /><br />Ideas que se encadenan<br />en la aparición de nuevas tormentas, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>que al ser<br />generadoras del inicio del fin<br />y de un fin que dará un nuevo comienzo,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>logran romper las cadenas.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195579930593918578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/SBpoa2Uy_nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vltS0QT_7cs/s320/luz.jpg" width="286" border="0" /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-5185792888578453389?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-84831589473219759472008-05-01T17:14:00.000-07:002008-10-28T19:35:34.604-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRRKTwyrKoQ&hl=es&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRRKTwyrKoQ&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-8483158947321975947?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-82754620422987265112008-02-03T08:54:00.001-08:002008-12-08T23:46:16.186-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R6Xx8DRHwNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XFFqcYCjSk0/s1600-h/76847232.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162798561821704402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R6Xx8DRHwNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XFFqcYCjSk0/s320/76847232.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)">El llanto de la niña</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)">es un llanto pequeño:</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)">pero podría oirse</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)">en todo el universo.</span><br /><br />La risa de la niña<br />-desde el alma la escucho-<br />con ser tan pequeñita<br />llena de luz el mundo.<br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)">Esa sola palabra</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)">que balbucea la niña,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)">trae en su voz pequeña</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)">el pulso de la vida!</span><br /><br />Los pasos de la niña,<br />débiles y pequeños<br />son los que más caminos<br />le abren al universo.<br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)">Antonio García</span><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-8275462042298726511?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-23046695369913143542008-01-25T16:03:00.000-08:002008-12-08T23:46:16.322-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R5p-szRHwMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9Q1ZSahPMk4/s1600-h/0315SUCRE5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159575631247687874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R5p-szRHwMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9Q1ZSahPMk4/s320/0315SUCRE5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)">En este sol de la tarde</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)">brilla la cal. Por la escala</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)">azul y verde del viento</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)">suben a pie las campanas.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)">En los aleros con lumbre</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)">se asoma la madrugada!</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)">Se empina el pueblo en el aire</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)">para sorber la distancia:</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)">se empina a mirar la luna</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)">y los nevados de plata.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)">En los cafetales verdes</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)">la brisa tibia descansa</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)">¡y el corazón de los niños</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)">conversa con las mañanas!</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)">Por Antonio García</span></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-2304669536991314354?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-81691050718480381922008-01-17T14:10:00.000-08:002008-12-08T23:46:16.558-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R4_dK-OLZhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KWOapbMjoX0/s1600-h/marruecos.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156583278933403154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 479px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R4_dK-OLZhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KWOapbMjoX0/s400/marruecos.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Todas las penas llevan una llama de aliento.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Todas las amarguras tienen luz por dentro.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Todas las penas tienen su íntimo universo.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Toda llaga alimenta una raíz de ensueño!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Y sin embargo existe</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">una pena sin eco</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">¡de quien todo lo tiene</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">pero ha perdido un sueño!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Antonio García<br /></span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R4_es-OLZjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/65NYSQJD5jE/s1600-h/70045109a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156584962560583218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R4_es-OLZjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/65NYSQJD5jE/s320/70045109a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R4_deOOLZiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1ZjY95oYRHM/s1600-h/kta_fraternidad.JPG"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-8169105071848038192?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-87375776710361988382008-01-03T07:02:00.000-08:002010-01-03T05:24:22.149-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R3z5ZeOLZcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Y58-tnvkDOg/s1600-h/tayrona.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151266289809581506" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 220px; height: 271px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R3z5ZeOLZcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Y58-tnvkDOg/s320/tayrona.JPG" width="232" border="0" height="304" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong></strong></em><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Tanta luz en mi alma!</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>Tanta luz en la tierra</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>y en el fondo de todas </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>las cosas que la pueblan.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>Tanta luz en la fuente</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>tan delgada y enhiesta,</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>y en el agua que toma</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>la forma de la acequia.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>La luz del universo</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>cabe en mi alma pequeña!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>Tanta luz en mi alma,</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>ardiendo en la tiniebla,</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>Tanta luz desprendida</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>de una lejana estrella,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>Tanta luz que palpita</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>en el mar y en la tierra!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>Y sin embargo siento</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>la recòndita pena</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>¡Si la luz es inútil</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>para quien nada espera!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ><strong>Antonio García </strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" ></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-8737577671036198838?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-38514269005161480042007-12-24T08:27:00.000-08:002007-12-24T08:28:48.825-08:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NNzPDZKrvo&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NNzPDZKrvo&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-3851426900516148004?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-4209466460578210172007-12-17T16:03:00.000-08:002008-12-08T23:46:17.091-08:00<div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R2cQT-OLZbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PW0sHEdMDQY/s1600-h/CabodeLaVela.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145099034600105394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R2cQT-OLZbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PW0sHEdMDQY/s320/CabodeLaVela.jpg" width="304" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>En la bahía desierta</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>una ala roja, otra blanca</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>el mar la busca en el puerto.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>La busca y no puede hallarla!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Contra el espolón del muelle,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>la espuma deja su escama.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Un bosque de algas marinas</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>va sobreaguando en las playas.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>El mar la busca en el puerto</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>contra las verdes barandas.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Cómo palpita la ola</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>debajo de las arcadas</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>el muelle parte la mar:</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"><strong>una ala roja, otra blanca!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Los veleros, en la brisa,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>quieren soltar las amarras</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>¡y el mar la busca en el punto</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>la busca y no puede hallarla!</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"><em></em></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc9933;"><em>Antonio García </em></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-420946646057821017?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-55807115705623499562007-12-09T11:33:00.001-08:002008-12-08T23:46:17.247-08:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142058839484115874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="191" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R1xDRU2bq6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/fOkgjQa3bnM/s320/thesea.JPG" width="314" border="0" /><strong><span style="color:#339999;">Por un bosque de veleros</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">una golondrina pasa</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">¡las velas quedan temblando</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">por ir detrás de las alas!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">El viento viene del mar.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">La brisa de la montaña.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Y las olas de los puertos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">llegan a la madrugada:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">La aldea va a recibirlas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">a la estación de la playa</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">¡Bajo los arcos de piedra</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">deja la sal de sus lágrimas!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">Los pinares de la sierra </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">Llegan al borde del agua.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">El viento viene del mar.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">La brisa de la montaña.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">¡Qué esfuerzos hace la flor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">por florecer en la playa!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">Su raíz ¡qué valerosa<br />luchando en la arena amarga!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Por el bosque de veleros</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">una golondrina pasa.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">¡Cuando te hagas a la mar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">la encontrarás en tu alma!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999900;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"><em>Por Antonio García </em></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="color:#339999;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-5580711570562349956?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-28558320899638737652007-12-04T13:49:00.000-08:002007-12-04T14:01:24.231-08:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7mO__TIAzA&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7mO__TIAzA&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-2855832089963873765?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-24397753262061660842007-11-16T18:00:00.000-08:002008-12-08T23:46:17.618-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rz5N3FR8LTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/J7KVvgymiqA/s1600-h/f1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rz5N3FR8LTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/J7KVvgymiqA/s320/f1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133626233954512178" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES-CO" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Crear para no morir. Intentamos dejar un poco de realidad en lo efímero del mundo y su tiempo. Corremos sin pensar, olvidando nuestra esencia, desparramando nuestros sueños, apagando nuestra luz. A veces somos sin dejar ser. Partimos sin rumbo. Perdemos sonidos orquestados, para despertar y dormir. Ciclos sin fin alguno, sólo la muerte, dama misteriosa y caprichosa; toma y se lleva las piezas. La nada es, la parte y el todo también. Estamos aquí, somos ahora y sentimos latir. </span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES-CO" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Relo</span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES-CO" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >jes </span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES-CO" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >sin</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rz5No1R8LSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KJtv5fWRUQM/s1600-h/arte.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rz5No1R8LSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KJtv5fWRUQM/s320/arte.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133625989141376290" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES-CO" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" > tiempo marcan lenguajes desconocidos. Libros reflejan el paso de los siglos. Las huellas renacen y el terciopelo danza. El m</span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES-CO" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >ar toma su parte, besa con sus olas y parte. Horizontes infinitos parten.</span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="ES-CO" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" > La vida parte. Tal vez en otra parte estará mi parte. Ese es el arte.</span></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-2439775326206166084?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-30961186215443736572007-10-23T18:06:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:46:18.326-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rx6cgg3aFjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yNmPbz2_cd8/s1600-h/shiva.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rx6cgg3aFjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yNmPbz2_cd8/s320/shiva.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124705508386281010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /> <object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYuDRg9cE68"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYuDRg9cE68" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rx6buQ3aFiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OpYqevEcAyE/s1600-h/flores_loto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rx6buQ3aFiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OpYqevEcAyE/s320/flores_loto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124704645097854498" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-3096118621544373657?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-79964523109176137502007-10-07T17:09:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:46:18.536-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rwl2r65HXvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Bux1UZMdbdw/s1600-h/vang.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rwl2r65HXvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Bux1UZMdbdw/s320/vang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118752948398546674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Quand tous chantent</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Ils ne travaillent pas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Quand tous dansent</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Ils n´etudient pas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Quand tous écoutent</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Ils ne parlent pas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Quand arrive Mademoiselle Bonne nuit</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Il n´y a pas de tristesse dans les yeux.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-7996452310917613750?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-74378527210480729002007-09-23T17:08:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:46:18.689-08:00<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RvcAwa5HXuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ovl_AkQh6nw/s1600-h/memories5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RvcAwa5HXuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ovl_AkQh6nw/s320/memories5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113556733755088610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br />La soledad no es el enemigo más próximo</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">No es el compañero distante</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">simplemente combate la guerra interna</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">de vacíos inexplicables.</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-7437852721048072900?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-42006668574606983372007-08-29T19:01:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:46:19.146-08:00<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RtYmWH9wv0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/A7i5A4Ffzus/s1600-h/farfalle_libere.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RtYmWH9wv0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/A7i5A4Ffzus/s320/farfalle_libere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104309389208108866" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >...Por el Juan Salvador Gaviota que todos llevamos dentro.... Porque para poder ser libres y volar muy alto debemos primero ser orugas que, en medio de las dificultades y la oscuridad, obtienen la fuerza necesaria para que cuando llegue el momento sus alas sean más fuertes que el viento...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >A la mañana siguiente, la Bandada había olvidado su demencia, pero no Pedro.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > -Juan, ¿te acuerdas de lo que dijiste hace mucho tiempo acerca de amar lo suficiente a la Bandada como para volver a ella y ayudarla a aprender?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > -Claro.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > -No comprendo cómo te las arreglas para amar a una turba de pájaros que acaba de intentar matarte.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > -Vamos, Pedro, ¡no es eso lo que tú amas!<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Por cierto que no se debe amar el odio y el mal. Tienes que practicar y llegar a ver a la verdadera gaviota, ver el bien que hay en cada una, y ayudarlas a que lo vean en sí mismas. Eso es lo que quiero decir por amar. </span>Es divertido, cuando le aprendes el truco. Recuerdo, por ejemplo, a cierto orgulloso pájaro, un tal Pedro Pablo Gaviota. Exilado reciente, listo para luchar hasta la muerte contra la Bandada, empezaba ya a construirse su propio y amargo infierno en los Lejanos Acantilados. Sin embargo, aquí lo tenemos ahora, construyendo su propio cielo, y guiando a toda la Bandada en la misma dirección.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > Pedro se volvió hacia su instructor, y por un momento surgió miedo en sus ojos.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > -¿Yo guiando? ¿Qué quieres decir: yo guiando? Tú eres el instructor aqui. ¡Tú no puedes marcharte!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >-¿Ah, no? ¿No piensas que hay acaso otras Bandadas, otros Pedros, que necesitan más a un instructor que ésta, que ya va camino de la luz?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > -¿Yo? Juan, soy una simple gaviota, y tú eres...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > -...el único Hijo de la Gran Gaviota, ¿supongo? -Juan suspiró y miró hacia el mar-. Ya no me necesitas.<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Lo que necesitas es seguir encontrándote a tí mismo, un poco más cada día; a ese verdadero e ilimitado Pedro Gaviota. </span>El es tu instructor. Tienes que comprenderle, y ponerlo en práctica.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > Un momento mas tarde el cuerpo de Juan trepidó en el aire, resplandeciente, y empezó a hacerse transparente.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RtYm1n9wv1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0KY3t0naKIs/s1600-h/farfalla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RtYm1n9wv1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0KY3t0naKIs/s320/farfalla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104309930373988178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > -No dejes que se corran rumores tontos sobre mí, o que me hagan un dios. ¿De acuerdo, Pedro? Soy gaviota. Y quizá me encante volar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > -¡JUAN!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > -Pobre Pedro. <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">No creas lo que tus ojos te dicen. Sólo muestran limitaciones.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Mira con tu entendimiento, descubre lo que ya sabes, y hallarás la manera de volar.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > El resplandor se apagó. Y Juan Gaviota se desvaneció en el aire.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Juan Salvador Gaviota</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Richard Bach</span><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-4200666857460698337?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-62124389871475771902007-08-21T16:32:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:46:19.256-08:00<a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rst4oH9wvyI/AAAAAAAAADo/AkHcYJZ0oZ4/s1600-h/26C5EF391F7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rst4oH9wvyI/AAAAAAAAADo/AkHcYJZ0oZ4/s320/26C5EF391F7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101303633655414562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">... como el día, como la noche...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Flores en el ático danzan eléctricas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Envueltas en tréboles de luz</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Mi rosa renace</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Rayos de colores se expanden</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Giro y pierdo esa cordura existencial</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Me reencuentro en pequeños pedazos estrellados</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><br /><br />Que fugazmente vuelan hacia mi infinito.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-6212438987147577190?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-14567042009604565872007-08-21T16:15:00.001-07:002008-12-08T23:46:19.468-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RstyhX9wvxI/AAAAAAAAADg/sPYi1jLWn0c/s1600-h/flores.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RstyhX9wvxI/AAAAAAAAADg/sPYi1jLWn0c/s320/flores.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101296920621530898" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >...Porque nada es permanente...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Las flores en el ático danzan marchitas envueltas en cobre de marfíl</span> </div><p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Mi rosa ha muerto</span> </p><div style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Lágrimas de mercurio son derramadas</span> </p><div style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Me retuerzo hasta quebrarme </span><span style="font-size:100%;">como una hoja seca de otoño</span> </p><div style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Me desintegro en pequeños pedazos </span><span style="font-size:100%;">de escarcha que vuelan atravesando </span><span style="font-size:100%;">el infinito.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-1456704200960456587?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-14849395539912615712007-07-28T10:21:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:46:19.942-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rqt7d3lbSxI/AAAAAAAAADA/NnV6xnUV6eM/s1600-h/rompecabezas.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rqt7d3lbSxI/AAAAAAAAADA/NnV6xnUV6eM/s320/rompecabezas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092299556739828498" border="0" /></a><span style="line-height: 115%;" lang="ES-CO"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br />Caminantes</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">azulados </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">trabajan</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">aquí</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><br />Cantando </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">armonías</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">trenzadas</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">allá</span> </span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br />Componiendo </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">antologías</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">trazadas</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">antes</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><br /><br />Conduciendo </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">aterciopelados</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">trenes</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">ahora</span></span></span><span style=""><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> </span> </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br />C </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> t</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> </span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> a</span></span></span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-1484939553991261571?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-90439300264921369302007-07-12T15:57:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:46:20.443-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RpazWQy8dqI/AAAAAAAAACg/9-Sbvlmz7Dk/s1600-h/principito2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RpazWQy8dqI/AAAAAAAAACg/9-Sbvlmz7Dk/s320/principito2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086450024208692898" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;"><span style="" lang="ES-CO">Más que algo externo, cuando viajamos estamos recorriendo un camino interior; una experiencia siempre diferente <span style=""> </span>y nada sencilla. El viaje que realiza el Principito demuestra que su aprendizaje no fue originado por algo exterior, aunque así lo pareciera, sino que cada planeta simbolizaba una parte suya; <span style=""> </span>lo que hace es recorrerse dentro de sí en las negatividades y positividades.<br /></span><br /><span style="" lang="ES-CO">La enseñanza de<span style=""> </span>ésta historia es primordial para la vida; lo más importante, lo verdaderamente relevante es nunca dejar morir la rosa que todos llevamos dentro, no dejar que se apague ni marchite nunca así le pasen huracanes por encima. <span style=""> </span>Nunca la abandonemos porque est</span><span style="" lang="ES-CO">a rosa única, “distinta de todas las demás, una cuya delicadeza, candor e inocencia, harán despertar de su letargo a mi alma, mi corazón y mis riñones” Saint-Exupéry. <o:p></o:p></span> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;" lang="ES-CO"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >”No se ve bien sino con el corazón; lo esencial es invisible para los ojos” A.S-E.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rpaz7Qy8drI/AAAAAAAAACo/mwEdxMjTEiU/s1600-h/rosa_r.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rpaz7Qy8drI/AAAAAAAAACo/mwEdxMjTEiU/s320/rosa_r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086450659863852722" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-9043930026492136930?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-71360007182030700012007-07-06T16:27:00.001-07:002010-03-31T17:02:20.022-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S7PiZhaY1qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VKiTTK81FVg/s1600/invisibleman200.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S7PiZhaY1qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VKiTTK81FVg/s320/invisibleman200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454952501769459362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Este es un error que nunca debemos cometer, pero en el que caemos como parte del aprendizaje de vida; si no nos conocemos y no sabemos quienes somos el camino estará perdido. 'Conócete a ti mismo' estaba inscrito en el Oráculo de Delfos, y este es uno de los principios en los que el Ser debe profundizarse y </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">fortalecerse. </span><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">A través de esta aparente simple pero compleja frase, Sócrates abrió una puerta de sabiduría hacia nosotros; en el sentido que para él tiene este lema está en relación no sólo con el reconocimiento de nuestros límites, de nuestra ignorancia, sino también con su afirmación de que la virtud reside en el conocimiento, como un medio para la acción.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Ro7RU-Unf2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FNhFo36QeEI/s1600-h/picasso.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084231187604930402" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 177px; cursor: pointer; height: 224px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Ro7RU-Unf2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FNhFo36QeEI/s320/picasso.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;">Frecuentemente, conocernos a nosotros mismos y aprender la verdad empieza por reconocer lo que no sabemos. "Una vez que nos conozcamos, podremos aprender a cuidar de nosotros, pero si no, nunca lo haremos" Sócrates.</p><p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;">El camino para encontrar esta sabiduría queda recogido en el precepto de que la búsqueda de la verdad es una búsqueda interior -en diálogo con los otros-, precedida e impulsada por el reconocimiento de la ignorancia.</p><p style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">"Cuando hablamos de la naturaleza, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">no deberíamos olvidar que somos parte de ella y que debemos contemplarnos con la misma curiosidad y sinceridad con las que estudiamos un árbol, un cielo o un pensamiento, puesto que estamos ligados a la totalidad del universo". <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Henri Matisse</span></span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R8dySsgsNZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EsOEFmKVpoY/s1600-h/trebol.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172228362569790866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 158px; cursor: pointer; height: 210px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/R8dySsgsNZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EsOEFmKVpoY/s320/trebol.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-7136000718203070001?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-72273789062182769332007-06-24T20:57:00.000-07:002009-06-09T11:14:19.120-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rn8-01bRTdI/AAAAAAAAABo/GGmCtT9kRVQ/s1600-h/tree_winter.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079847982112787922" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 235px; height: 202px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rn8-01bRTdI/AAAAAAAAABo/GGmCtT9kRVQ/s320/tree_winter.JPG" border="0" width="300" height="265" /></strong></span></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Hacia afuera congelaba las partes de aquél árbol</strong></span><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Bajo el aliento de una melancólica luna</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Que bañaba con sus pálidos reflejos </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Sus desnudos brazos</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Para morir de nuevo</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Para perderse dentro de sí,en la espera de ese lejano sol</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Mientras se paseaba en sus pliegues pudo sentir el soplo de una mariposa </strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;" ></span></strong></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rn9AH1bRTeI/AAAAAAAAABw/jgnGZDUMtMU/s1600-h/winter.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong></strong></span></a></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>que aleteaba alegremente bajo la lluvia </strong></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rn9AH1bRTeI/AAAAAAAAABw/jgnGZDUMtMU/s1600-h/winter.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079849408041930210" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 224px; height: 182px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rn9AH1bRTeI/AAAAAAAAABw/jgnGZDUMtMU/s320/winter.JPG" border="0" width="259" height="229" /></strong></span></a></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Para soñar de nuevo entre suelos de mármol <div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rn9AH1bRTeI/AAAAAAAAABw/jgnGZDUMtMU/s1600-h/winter.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong></strong></span></a></strong></span> </div></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Y dejar caer la última de sus hojas <div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/Rn9AH1bRTeI/AAAAAAAAABw/jgnGZDUMtMU/s1600-h/winter.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong></strong></span></a></strong></span> </div></strong></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Levemente</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Impregnando de tintas suyas</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>Como una gota de sangre en la nieve.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-7227378906218276933?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-5146352521327149572007-06-20T17:46:00.000-07:002009-06-09T11:13:52.601-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RnnMtVbRTcI/AAAAAAAAABg/EfBRssAFFas/s1600-h/landscape3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078315134054649282" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RnnMtVbRTcI/AAAAAAAAABg/EfBRssAFFas/s320/landscape3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">La sirena moren</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a</span></span></strong></span><br /><div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Se convierte en estrell<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a</span></span></strong></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"></span></span></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Cuando hay querell</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a</span></span></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Entre el mar y la aren</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a</span></span></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-514635252132714957?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-13354413774242529972007-06-08T13:24:00.001-07:002010-05-10T16:14:40.365-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S7Pg2vb8T3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CYFkvp1wzVM/s1600/womaninred.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S7Pg2vb8T3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CYFkvp1wzVM/s320/womaninred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454950804727025522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">...Antes (cuando kta era sufi)</span><br />Hay razones para existir.....</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Hay razones para morir.....<br />Pero no hay razones para dejar de saber lo que en realidad envuelve el alma; tanto en la luz como en la oscuridad.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Ahora...</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Hay razones para existir.....</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Se esfuman las razones para morir.....<br />No hay razones para dejar de saber lo que en realidad envuelve el alma; </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">tanto en la luz como en la oscuridad.<br />Siempre para dar luz.<br /><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S0CbtQBeRDI/AAAAAAAAATY/sQv5njcKrFI/s1600-h/dibujo.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/S0CbtQBeRDI/AAAAAAAAATY/sQv5njcKrFI/s400/dibujo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422505153051640882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Cada uno debe encontrar esa verdad que yace dentro de nosotros, que permanece allí y le da la fuerza necesaria y el sentido a la vida. Para mi es el Amor en Dios, como esencia de todo y para todo.<br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-1335441377424252997?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-16053609770105740062007-06-04T18:17:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:46:22.313-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RmTBWVbRTXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4g24xk29Tnk/s1600-h/sand_clock.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072391669778828658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RmTBWVbRTXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4g24xk29Tnk/s320/sand_clock.JPG" width="242" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RmTA31bRTVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/X5oW1JgGnQA/s1600-h/reflejos.JPG"></a><br /><div><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Ayer desperté en las finas arenas del desierto<br /></span></strong><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Resbalando y jugando con su inagotable inmensidad<br /></div></span></strong><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Enfrascando aquellos pequeños puntos equidistantes que se van acercando<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Que se arraigan a recuerdos que flotan<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Pero que parten y no se dejan capturar en su totalidad<br /></div></span></strong><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Y fue, entre esos lapsos de eternos devenires, que esos reflejos tropezaron con mi imagen<br /></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Porque su esencia da vueltas y vuela al igual que ese caprichoso tiempo<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Intenta medirlo pero no le alcanza<br /></div></span></strong><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Entonces hoy cerré mis ojos y decidí dejarlo correr</span></strong> </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072391150087785826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RmTA4FbRTWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/R4N4gW1_fjY/s320/reflejos.JPG" width="292" border="0" /><br /><div align="justify"></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-1605360977010574006?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922754441327719511.post-74895664102118806762007-05-25T15:59:00.000-07:002008-12-08T23:46:22.450-08:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RldtMkwWXPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0WtR0ChbDIw/s1600-h/cuadro.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068639968421108978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="172" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YJgq9fl0MQ/RldtMkwWXPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0WtR0ChbDIw/s320/cuadro.JPG" width="294" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Aquí estamos, aquí estoy; empezando a dibujar un poco un pedazo de pensamiento, iniciando con una pincelada mía abstracta:</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;">Perdida en océanos de mar encontré sabiduría olvidada</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;">rescatando pedazos en mí,</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;">para soltar y abrazar momentos de dolor en fugas de furias etéreas</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;">llevándome hacia una </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;">soledad salvadora que tendió lazos hacia el amor. </span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;">Soy, fui y seré parte de ese Todo al que retornaremos y en el que nos perderemos... </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922754441327719511-7489566410211880676?l=reflejandorealidades.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Catalina De la Torre (Russignori)http://www.blogger.com/profile/15819719504312617103noreply@blogger.com6