tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79957247144517608312012-01-27T12:17:28.660-08:00"El material editado en "Muestrario de Palabras" goza de todos los Derechos Reservados. La administración confía en la autoría del material que aquí se expone, no responsabilizándose de la veracidad de los mismos."Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.comBlogger1431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-6433797896401377532012-01-27T12:15:00.001-08:002012-01-27T12:17:28.680-08:00<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: white; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: large;"><br />Pausa muy larga<br />y nuestro reencuentro<br />puede asomar</span><br /><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: large;">Oscar N. Galante</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-643379789640137753?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01706431813883628360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-45536270142220481982012-01-23T09:48:00.000-08:002012-01-23T09:48:13.568-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2xaDcOXVsM/Tx2UsWxYXuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/U2sExYScJCc/s1600/DSC00250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2xaDcOXVsM/Tx2UsWxYXuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/U2sExYScJCc/s320/DSC00250.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>llora montaña<br />el hombre justifica<br />su sed en ti<br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-4553627014222048198?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01706431813883628360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-64301900192042316492012-01-20T12:00:00.001-08:002012-01-20T12:00:33.040-08:00<i style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><b><br />con una gota,<br />la sed desaparece<br />frente a las aguas<br /><br />ana lucía montoya r.</b></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6430190019204231649?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01706431813883628360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-11053364216453854372012-01-13T13:31:00.001-08:002012-01-13T13:31:16.083-08:00<span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><b>nada dijiste<br />de involuntario error<br />¡ infierno aguarda !<br /><br /></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-1105336421645385437?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01706431813883628360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-9683697606760229802012-01-12T14:54:00.001-08:002012-01-12T14:54:45.270-08:00<em style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-center;">esos dos pájaros<br />se&nbsp;hostigan bajo el sol<br />del mediodía<br /><br /><br /><br />flores primeras<br />incendio de colores<br />como mis sueños<br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp;incertidumbre<br />de la lluvia que cae<br />cuando sale el sol</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-968369760676022980?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01706431813883628360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-81807558084321542542012-01-06T12:57:00.001-08:002012-01-06T13:11:31.545-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWkmo2YJRG4/TwdixexV6CI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Nc3nJZVn63w/s1600/recien+nacida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWkmo2YJRG4/TwdixexV6CI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Nc3nJZVn63w/s1600/recien+nacida.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="background-color: #93c47d; color: #b6d7a8;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;"><b style="background-color: #76a5af;"><br /></b></span></div><div align="center" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><em><span style="color: white;"><b style="background-color: #76a5af;">cual perla pura<br />desde la arena crece<br />en el silencio<br /><br /><br /><br />Con todo el tiempo<br />madura lenta&nbsp; flota.<br />Ellos esperan.<br /><br /><br /><br />con el otoño<br />hay&nbsp;el llanto de Emma<br />recién nacida<br /><br /><br /><br />sonríe mucho<br />se sonríen con ella<br />la muy pequeña</b></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-8180755808432154254?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01706431813883628360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-831909204451510972012-01-04T14:47:00.001-08:002012-01-04T14:47:26.839-08:00<br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="ES">julio insiste<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="ES">con su mantohelado<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">y nos congela</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Oscar N. Galante</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-83190920445151097?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01706431813883628360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-62623323707389823932011-03-10T13:23:00.000-08:002011-03-10T13:24:06.911-08:00Tres bichos tengo<br />tocan dulces campanas.<br />Gozoso techo<br /> <br /> <br />--<br />Cielo blancuzco<br />arboleda en oscuro.<br />Asombro de hombre<br /> <br />---<br /> <br />Baúl cargado <br />tejidos los de Oriente.<br />Comercio añejo<br /> <br />----<br /> <br />Tarde del genio<br />botellita habladora.<br />Sueño en orilla<br /> <br />----<br /> <br />Gotita curva<br />garúa en la de esa hoja.<br />Escarcha tuya<br />----<br />Julia del Prado (Perú)<br /> <br />9 de marzo del 2011<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6262332370738982393?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01706431813883628360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-35999532533125114502010-12-17T20:48:00.000-08:002010-12-17T20:49:18.327-08:00La bella niña<br /><br />se transformó en mujer<br /><br />ya se sacuma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3599953253312511450?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de palabras 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052674086427935944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-15981597606723654452010-10-29T12:48:00.000-07:002010-10-29T12:51:17.137-07:00TRÍPTICO DE AMOR(haikus)<br /><br />(Como es tríptico, deben leerse los tres poemas<br />(sin sus títulos). Como cada poema es una<br />unidad, el orden de lectura, lo<br />elige el narrador. Son los<br />nueve estado de ánimo<br />que yo sentí)<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">ÉL se la llevó.</span><br /><br />Mi sol no está.<br />Se fue mi luz de amor,<br />mi alegría…<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Quedé muy solo.</span><br /><br />Tristeza mía…<br />ella no te querría...<br />¡déjame volar!<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#990000;">Ella me mandó decir.<br /></span><br />Aún te amo.<br />Volemos alma mía…<br />Vuela sin dolor.<br /><br />Humberto Silva Morelli<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-1598159760672365445?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de palabras 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052674086427935944noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-67838652377053017962010-10-06T10:34:00.000-07:002010-10-06T10:36:05.083-07:00rimar silencios<br />respirando poemas,<br />los versos vagan<br /> <br /> * *<br /> <br /> versos de un vate <br />Estrella del poema,<br />cantos rimados<br /> <br /> * *<br />Ana medida<br />claro oscuro del prado,<br />noche de luna<br /> <br /> * *<br />rubores nacen<br />cara de Luna nueva.<br />nube la cubre<br /> <br /> * *<br /> gracias al vate<br /> le responde la alondra,<br /> cae una rama<br />--- <br /><br /><br />Ana Lucía Montoa R.<br />--------------------------------<br />La inexperta,<br />con aprendices haikus<br />vierte belleza.<br /><br />Yo voy leyendo<br />lo que va haikeando<br />mientras suspiro.<br /><br />Noche cerrada.<br />En mi computadora<br />nace la luna.<br /><br />Un beso grande.<br /><br />Jorge Luis Estrella<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6783865237705301796?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de palabras 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052674086427935944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-50896673234244421182010-08-28T13:45:00.001-07:002010-08-28T13:45:38.484-07:00flor de verano<br />levántate arroró<br />vida remedio<br /><br />---<br />piel de manzana<br />dentro de su tejido<br />mujer misterio <br /><br />-----<br />acurrucada<br />en la estación está<br />enojo amor<br /><br />----<br />duerme cansada<br />aeropuerto lluvia<br />Alí en tu sueño<br /><br />------<br />Julia del Prado (Perú)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5089667323424442118?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de palabras 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052674086427935944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-77238247413321343382010-05-22T14:41:00.000-07:002010-05-22T14:56:10.948-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S_hSkGkKybI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YkVO0v_l7fo/s1600/spring.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474216127259920818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S_hSkGkKybI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YkVO0v_l7fo/s320/spring.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /></span><br />Una invasión<br /><br />de bandadas florales:<br /><br />el aire es miel.<br /><br /><br />Liliana Varela<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-7723824741332134338?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de palabras 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052674086427935944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-33974343087723372962010-04-30T18:41:00.000-07:002010-05-22T15:01:52.334-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S_hUEcYBPYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/QaH00B1cNiI/s1600/DSC01104.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474217782381985154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S_hUEcYBPYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/QaH00B1cNiI/s320/DSC01104.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div> </div><div>A) Naturaleza<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Brama montaña<br /><br />lanza tu furia al hombre<br /><br />que oiga tu grito<br /><br />primate que destruye<br /><br />el animal que daña.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />B) Amor<br /><br /><br /><br />Grita el silencio<br /><br />encadena las almas<br /><br />un juramento<br /><br />eco de miles "te amo"<br /><br />endulzando la piel<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />C) Olvido<br /><br /><br /><br />ruego de amnesia<br /><br />dulce daga incrustada<br /><br />duele el recuerdo<br /><br />dónde el mágico manto<br /><br />que invisible lo torne<br /><br /><br /><br />D) Mundo secreto<br /><br /><br /><br />Fue terremoto<br /><br />el chocar de dos cuerpos<br /><br />vóraz Tsunami<br /><br />lo que cubrió la noche:<br /><br />un adultero amor<br /><br /><br />Liliana Varela</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3397434308772337296?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de palabras 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052674086427935944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-88122204983014173582010-02-26T13:16:00.002-08:002010-05-22T15:05:29.060-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S_hVFAQLiWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/wmMKHPGw6sk/s1600/magnolia.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474218891524409698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S_hVFAQLiWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/wmMKHPGw6sk/s320/magnolia.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div>Magnolia blanca.<br /><br />Perfil de atardeceres<br /><br />entre las sombras.<br /><br /><br />Long Ohni</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-8812220498301417358?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de palabras 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052674086427935944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-86638747802011168552010-02-05T11:01:00.001-08:002010-02-05T11:04:01.474-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S2xrk98C4iI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7PMvbIzkls0/s1600-h/lady.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S2xrk98C4iI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7PMvbIzkls0/s320/lady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434837133175218722" /></a><br />Florece feliz<br />entre las brisas tenues <br />los labios tersos<br />rozaron cautelosos <br />y mágicos la noche<br /> <br />Elisabet Cincotta<br />17/10/2006<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-8663874780201116855?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de palabras 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052674086427935944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-70526543565198793622010-01-29T09:50:00.001-08:002010-01-29T09:52:17.076-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S2MgTO38c8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5ii7ezGy8dw/s1600-h/6651_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S2MgTO38c8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5ii7ezGy8dw/s320/6651_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432221090321298370" /></a><br />vuelan palabras<br />de mi boca a tu pecho<br />en otro mundo<br />se aparean las letras<br />y te gritan mi amor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-7052654356519879362?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de palabras 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052674086427935944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-49547817831427863852010-01-19T16:38:00.000-08:002010-01-29T09:03:33.242-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S2MU3-v3JEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dtV6LSzytuU/s1600-h/Krvavec14.februar01.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432208527508055106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S2MU3-v3JEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dtV6LSzytuU/s320/Krvavec14.februar01.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Bello paisaje<br />alfombra nacarada,<br />huellas de pasos...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-4954781783142786385?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-64747025662187198302010-01-03T16:37:00.000-08:002010-05-22T15:08:23.494-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S2xwArE_rWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wcW7xtiyYTM/s1600-h/nieve1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434842007195331938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S2xwArE_rWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wcW7xtiyYTM/s320/nieve1.jpg" /></a><br />Cae la nieve.<br />La marcha del invierno<br />anuncia flores.<br /><br /><br /><br />II<br /><br /><br /><br />Las hojas secas.<br /><br />Para el árbol desnudo<br /><br />ya son olvido.<br /><br /><br /><br />III<br /><br /><br /><br />Con la distancia<br /><br />se anula lo que ha sido.<br /><br />Quedan escombros<br /><br /><br />Long Ohni<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6474702566218719830?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-27670557555677044922009-12-16T18:53:00.000-08:002010-01-29T09:53:33.076-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S2MgepTcipI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ddpCEkJwa_c/s1600-h/Liliana2.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S2MgepTcipI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ddpCEkJwa_c/s320/Liliana2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432221286394530450" /></a><br />versión II<br /><br />Ulula el viento<br />en hipócritas lágrimas:<br />muere lo bello<br /><br />versión II<br /><br />Al infinito<br />escribiremos haikus <br />no existe techo<br /><br /><br /><br />Versión III<br /><br /><br />Quién los termina<br /><br />De tanto escribir haikus<br /><br />duelen los dedos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-2767055755567704492?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-34779508169100147682009-12-16T18:51:00.000-08:002009-12-16T18:52:38.318-08:00Dedos prendidos<br />en la arena del tiempo<br />nace la magia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3477950816910014768?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-11820810182697940742009-11-19T16:40:00.000-08:002009-11-19T16:41:11.746-08:00luces y sombras<br /><br />conjuran sol y luna<br /><br />la tierra calla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-1182081018269794074?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-75309672380235953842009-11-18T22:14:00.001-08:002009-11-18T22:15:38.923-08:00Idas las hojas<br /><br />el corazón del árbol<br /><br />hace silencio.<br /><br /> <br /><br />II<br /><br /> <br /><br />Rumor de olvido.<br /><br />Soledad del otoño<br /><br />tiñe la tarde.<br /><br /> <br /><br />III<br /><br /> <br /><br />Cuando amanece<br /><br />veo que un Dios amable<br /><br />vive en las flores.<br /><br /> <br /><br />IV<br /><br /> <br /><br />La Tierra Pura.<br /><br />Y espero en la montaña<br /><br />mis alas negras.<br /><br /> <br /><br />V<br /><br /> <br /><br />La mariposa.<br /><br />Una red. Un instante.<br /><br />Mi propio invierno.<br /><br />VI<br /><br />Cae la nieve.<br />La marcha del invierno<br />anuncia flores.<br /><br />VII<br /><br />Las hojas secas.<br />Para el árbol desnudo<br />ya son olvido.<br /><br /><br /><br />VIII<br /><br />Con la distancia<br />se anula lo que ha sido.<br />Quedan escombros.<br /><br />__._,_.___<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-7530967238023595384?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-17865294817134029392009-11-06T16:29:00.001-08:002009-11-06T16:29:45.992-08:00Punto en rocío<br />cálida primavera.<br />Gaugin en lienzos<br /> <br /> <br />Julia del Prado (Perú)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-1786529481713402939?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-30631604919314480272009-10-31T07:13:00.001-07:002010-05-22T15:11:35.197-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S_hWe5XmlUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/VQdlKrYk88M/s1600/fall2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474220435864720706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Nj2yiEVP1Y/S_hWe5XmlUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/VQdlKrYk88M/s320/fall2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div>Cae la nieve.<br />La marcha del invierno<br />anuncia flores.<br /><br />II<br /><br />Las hojas secas.<br />Para el árbol desnudo<br />ya son olvido.<br /><br />III<br /><br />Con la distancia<br />se anula lo que ha sido.<br />Quedan escombros</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3063160491931448027?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-63165749908306641332009-10-23T14:10:00.000-07:002009-10-23T14:13:33.535-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SuIcdj01AII/AAAAAAAABKY/rhd_aJeB794/s1600-h/Rose.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SuIcdj01AII/AAAAAAAABKY/rhd_aJeB794/s400/Rose.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395906597701877890" /></a><br />Está la rosa.<br /><br />¡Miserable poeta!<br /><br />¿A qué nombrarla?<br /><br /> <br /><br />***<br />En esa piedra<br /><br />se guardan los rumores<br /><br />de cada ola.<br /><br /> <br /><br />***<br /><br />Sobre la arena<br /><br />la huella el cangrejo<br /><br />ya fue borrada.<br /><br /> <br /><br />***<br /><br />Noche serena.<br /><br />Estalla la tormenta.<br /><br />Muere el silencio.<br /><br /> <br /><br />***<br /><br />Una flor en la rama.<br /><br />La mano que la corta.<br /><br />Triste desnudo.<br /><br /> <br /><br />***<br /><br />Escarabajo:<br /><br />¡Cuánto más verde el verde<br /><br />con tu azabache!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6316574990830664133?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-57488088164809114322009-10-22T15:28:00.001-07:002009-10-23T14:14:26.861-07:00Tu eres Emilio,<br /><br />caballero de garbo,<br /><br />siempre florido.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Voy a la vera<br /><br />del jardín veraniego<br /><br />con mi perfume.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Vaya mi beso<br /><br />como flor encendida<br /><br />en tu regazo.<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />Long Ohni<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5748808816480911432?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-20974241785669170822009-10-16T07:06:00.000-07:002009-10-16T07:07:10.039-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/Sth9zE9kpUI/AAAAAAAABGI/Ckv2YyulynU/s1600-h/Nov.+22+,2007++Alysus+Dome+053.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393198870234965314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/Sth9zE9kpUI/AAAAAAAABGI/Ckv2YyulynU/s320/Nov.+22+,2007++Alysus+Dome+053.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />con siete días<br />miradas en el bosque<br />diferente año<br /><br /><br />____<br /><br />figura breve<br />amor de golondrina<br />tierno balcón<br /><br /><br />----<br /><br />recorren lágrimas<br />pero no en mi rostro<br />soledad habla<br /><br /><br />---<br /><br />el camino es<br />sugerencia y ternura.<br />Breve estadío<br /><br />----<br /><br />árbol cuenta esos<br />cuentos en la alameda<br />asombro de hombre<br /><br /><br />___<br /><br />sirenas traen<br />sonajas a la mar<br />duerme ese bebe<br /><br />___<br /><br />tristes alondras<br />en cúpula de ese árbol<br />nido caído<br /><br />------<br /><br />___<br /><br />Julia del Prado (PerÚ)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-2097424178566917082?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-60418939862531964602009-10-10T07:57:00.001-07:002009-10-10T08:01:19.328-07:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUYK86q39Kc/Ss5mjpku2LI/AAAAAAAADF0/MWCYoVMgpA0/s1600-h/Stara+Fuzina+153.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUYK86q39Kc/Ss5mjpku2LI/AAAAAAAADF0/MWCYoVMgpA0/s320/Stara+Fuzina+153.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">paciente roce<br />continuo movimiento<br />rompe barreras</span><br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUYK86q39Kc/StBLs8Tr_7I/AAAAAAAADGU/neP1tuALJ6s/s1600-h/Stara+Fuzina+150.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUYK86q39Kc/StBLs8Tr_7I/AAAAAAAADGU/neP1tuALJ6s/s320/Stara+Fuzina+150.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">..............,,,,,,,,,,,.</span><span style="font-size:130%;">Suave y constante<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><span style="color:#ffff99;">...................</span>esculpiendo la roca<br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">........................</span>sin detenerse<br /></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUYK86q39Kc/Ss5mFyzQkFI/AAAAAAAADFc/DMdzn5-PjSI/s1600-h/Stara+Fuzina+145.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUYK86q39Kc/Ss5mFyzQkFI/AAAAAAAADFc/DMdzn5-PjSI/s320/Stara+Fuzina+145.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">débil sustancia<br />irrefrenable fuerza<br />mueve colosos<br /></span><br />Maria Fischinger</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6041893986253196460?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-53212959074895732712009-10-06T14:58:00.001-07:002009-10-06T14:58:40.107-07:00el botonazo<br />tiene ese no sé qué<br />descomunal<br /><br />Botonear:<br />reportero uno siente<br />ser algún día.<br /><br />ser un Clark Kent<br />ser mujer maravilla<br />un superhéroe.<br /><br />El botonazo<br />chusmear sabe bien<br />si hacer se sabe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5321295907489573271?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-50398684053669383122009-09-24T07:00:00.001-07:002009-09-24T07:00:48.781-07:00Julia del Prado<br />¿las diosas cumplen años?<br />No estoy seguro.<br /><br />Porque si cumplen<br />muy feliz cumpleaños<br />yo te deseo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5039868405366938312?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-66306144474345547352009-09-23T15:20:00.000-07:002009-09-23T15:21:02.229-07:00Cae una gota<br /><br />del filo de la teja.<br /><br />Muere en el charco.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Un gobelino.<br /><br />La mosca se ha posado.<br /><br />Es otro mundo.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Hoja de otoño,<br /><br />queda en manos del viento.<br /><br />Es el olvido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6630614447434554735?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-42322733799160185852009-09-19T06:45:00.001-07:002009-09-19T06:45:46.283-07:00I<br />Tormenta y dolor<br />llueve sobre las flores<br />el jardín muere.<br /> <br /><br />II<br />Primavera gris<br />estás en mi recuerdo <br />camino sola.<br /><br /><br />©Elisabet Cincotta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-4232273379916018585?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-60623852724280645822009-09-17T13:03:00.000-07:002009-09-17T13:04:21.728-07:00Caminó el lago <br />senda de sufrimientos <br />se irá la noche. <br /> <br />Todas las almas, <br />en tu espíritu vuelan; <br />son a tu imagen. <br /> <br />Los buenos haikus <br />No son tan solo métricas <br />Belleza y lírica. <br /> <br />Hecho y suspiros <br />grabados en los árboles <br />enamorados. <br /> <br />Mil gotas suaves <br />en el verde colchón <br />irradia luz <br /> <br />La soledad <br />sonrisa y reflexión <br />¡nace la paz! <br /> <br />Rocío en alas <br />duras columnas blancas <br />cantar nos lleva. <br /> <br />Hay esperanzas <br />el canto alegra aún <br />en el cemento. <br /> <br />Del sur el viento <br />recorre los caminos <br />cesa la lluvia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6062385272428064582?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-52123357531357286242009-09-15T01:27:00.000-07:002009-09-15T01:32:28.272-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/Sq9Q0eRdEzI/AAAAAAAAA90/XUwTsbpRInI/s1600-h/wheat1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381608942140724018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/Sq9Q0eRdEzI/AAAAAAAAA90/XUwTsbpRInI/s320/wheat1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />espejo roto<br /><br />en laguna del valle.<br /><br />explota el trigo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5212335753135728624?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-83148733558252629682009-09-14T23:04:00.001-07:002009-09-15T01:28:33.310-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/Sq8ujoMWxJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/xJeYlyy2X6E/s1600-h/nace.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/Sq8ujoMWxJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/xJeYlyy2X6E/s320/nace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381571269350573202" /></a><br /><br />Mecen a niño<br /><br />en su cuna de paja<br /><br />en tiempo breve<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-8314873355825262968?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-26483889109883688162009-09-11T16:07:00.001-07:002009-09-11T16:08:24.825-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SqrYUk-BndI/AAAAAAAAA88/fhjYV5KxE0g/s1600-h/gorrion-h.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SqrYUk-BndI/AAAAAAAAA88/fhjYV5KxE0g/s320/gorrion-h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380350552880291282" /></a><br />Gorrión vuela y<br /><br /><br />viene por su comida<br /><br /><br />¿está cautivo?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-2648388910988368816?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-72158689944545095842009-09-04T11:54:00.000-07:002009-09-23T15:23:45.956-07:00I<br /> <br /> Tormenta y dolor<br /><br /> llueve sobre las flores<br /> <br /> el jardín muere.<br /><br /><br /> II<br /><br /><br /> Primavera gris<br /> <br /> estás en mi recuerdo<br /> <br /> camino sola.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-7215868994454509584?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-27539994285614959132009-08-03T15:21:00.000-07:002009-08-03T15:22:22.557-07:00Creando haikus<br />Long sigue a Elisa<br />hola Súcubas.<br /><br />Jorge Luis Estrella<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-2753999428561495913?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-30935786868218367552009-07-11T04:41:00.001-07:002009-07-11T04:42:10.915-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/Slh6hbp2pOI/AAAAAAAAA2c/o8wdxYwh1kw/s1600-h/tarde.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/Slh6hbp2pOI/AAAAAAAAA2c/o8wdxYwh1kw/s400/tarde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357166471534781666" /></a><br />cae la tarde <br /><br />y del árbol la sombra<br /><br />en dulce espejo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3093578686821836755?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-31953756380010741902009-06-12T14:39:00.001-07:002009-06-12T14:39:56.349-07:00de sal y arena<br />un camino en el mar<br />hasta tu centro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3195375638001074190?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-6244548516101855442009-06-11T13:00:00.000-07:002009-06-11T13:01:18.532-07:00Canario da<br />tonos de marinera<br />desde su jaula<br /><br />----<br />En ese molle<br />quedó grabado dos<br />noches de amor<br /><br />----<br /><br />Sueña en delicia<br />Mielita pajarita<br />en noche fresca<br /><br /><br />Julia del Prado (Perú)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-624454851610185544?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-5449453466469793072009-05-30T19:09:00.001-07:002010-01-19T09:38:50.319-08:00El horizonte<br /><br />Blanco y aquietado<br /><br />Embriaga lento.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />Invierno calmo<br /><br />reflejando el paso,<br /><br />del tiempo seco.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Nieve del norte<br /><br />que susurra al lago<br /><br />hecho espejo<br /><br /> <br /><br />Soledad clara<br /><br />envuelve el sino,<br /><br />de tu destino.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Vas caminando<br /><br />Samurai de fuego,<br /><br />chocando vientos.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />® Diana Graciela Bracamonte <br /><br />febrero 2007<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-544945346646979307?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-28080982225619661032009-05-30T18:46:00.000-07:002009-05-30T19:11:41.675-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SiHj453m1vI/AAAAAAAAAvY/oplX-XfD_3M/s1600-h/Flordecerezo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341801199784351474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SiHj453m1vI/AAAAAAAAAvY/oplX-XfD_3M/s400/Flordecerezo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Flor de cerezo,<br /><br />Brote de Vida en flor.<br /><br />Es primavera.<br /><br /><br /><br />Abre la puerta<br /><br />un Kodomatsu santo.<br /><br />Es el tiempo ya.<br /><br /><br /><br />El frío cayó<br /><br />en canto afinado<br /><br />en el ocaso.<br /><br /><br /><br />Aire cálido,<br /><br />sol en rincones fríos.<br /><br />La Ley del ciclo.<br /><br /><br />Diana Graciela Bracamonte<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-2808098222561966103?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-16239738692223021202009-05-22T14:32:00.000-07:002009-05-30T19:01:47.889-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SiHk-6FDwyI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ZsEEQvg0Rdc/s1600-h/autum1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341802402431615778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SiHk-6FDwyI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ZsEEQvg0Rdc/s400/autum1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>es otoño y<br />se deshoja la vida<br />en este adiós<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">de ocre pasan recuerdos<br />crujen anhelos idos</span><br /><br />están cerrados<br />los ojos de la tarde<br />todo es tinieblas<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">la oscuridad oculta<br />el color esperanza<br /></span><br />pálida frente<br />de una estrella fugaz<br />para mi beso<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">febriles labios arden<br />insuflan el amor<br /></span><br /><br />Patricia Ortiz/<span style="color:#ff0000;">Ana Lucía Montoya</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-1623973869222302120?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-60338461354812182492009-05-22T05:14:00.000-07:002009-05-22T05:22:10.630-07:00es otoño y<br />se deshoja la vida<br />en este adiós<br /> <br /> <br />/<br /> <br /> <br />están cerrados<br /><br />los ojos de la tarde<br /><br />todo es tinieblas<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />/<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />pálida frente<br /><br />de una estrella fugaz<br /><br />para mi beso<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />-- <br />"Toda palabra llama a otra palabra. / Toda palabra es un imán verbal, / un polo de atracción variable / que inaugura siempre nuevas constelaciones. " Roberto Juarroz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6033846135481218249?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-24356625985373586602009-05-12T13:13:00.000-07:002009-05-12T13:14:21.138-07:00Gallina ciega<br />serpiente emplumada<br />trotan el mundo.<br /><br />Versión al catalán de Pere Besso:<br /><br /> <br />Gallineta cega<br />serpent emplomada<br />van al trot del món<br /> <br /> +++<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-2435662598537358660?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-8597511564535678942009-05-11T11:36:00.001-07:002009-05-11T11:37:39.802-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SghwWnzTxDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/UrsP4DuPMAw/s1600-h/Juan.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SghwWnzTxDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/UrsP4DuPMAw/s400/Juan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334637292563973170" /></a><br /><br />Va Presumiendo <br /><br />su nombre y su belleza <br /><br />su alma lo ama.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-859751156453567894?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-54215020364358605202009-05-07T13:16:00.001-07:002009-05-07T13:16:23.587-07:00él llora y canta.<br />lobreguez del poeta<br />es verbo mudo<br /><br />ella es la dama Ausencia<br />que se ensaña silente<br /><br />entre la bruma<br />llamando al sol de día,<br />calla la noche<br /><br />no dice lo que siente<br />el hambre de piel habla<br /><br />maná ofrecía<br />un romero del valle<br />que cantó amores<br /><br />no escuchó más su canto<br />porque murió de pena<br /><br /><br />Ana Lucía Montoya R.<br />Mayo 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5421502036435860520?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-50782978727650256282009-05-07T11:59:00.001-07:002009-05-07T12:01:15.207-07:00con un minimun<br />para acallar latidos.<br />símbolos-voz<br /><br />Ana Lucía Montoya Rendón<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5078297872765025628?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-63628738304281752882009-04-20T15:34:00.000-07:002009-04-20T15:35:05.901-07:00negra pimienta<br />los locos de España<br />leven sus anclas<br /> <br />Julia del Prado (Perú)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6362873830428175288?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-61543840443591627342009-04-18T19:51:00.000-07:002009-04-18T19:52:14.593-07:00Agradecido <br />en corazón y palma<br />deber humilde.<br /> <br />El sapo canta<br />de felicidad lleno:<br />así el gorrión.<br /> <br />Alabarás<br />toda mano que te ama<br />mirando el cielo<br /><br /> <br />SANTOAMOR<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6154384044359162734?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-33701310079425890832009-04-18T16:32:00.001-07:002009-11-18T22:22:12.866-08:00con bellos haiku<br />una peruana canta,<br />balcón y tuna<br /><br /> Ana Lucía Montoya Rendón<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3370131007942589083?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-13620812506742998262009-03-30T12:35:00.001-07:002009-04-07T06:49:47.257-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SdtZprqQkXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/uzjzR_ha9k4/s1600-h/vista+de+castle+and+the+city+of+bled.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321945957297852786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SdtZprqQkXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/uzjzR_ha9k4/s320/vista+de+castle+and+the+city+of+bled.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br />Caminó el lago<br />senda de sufrimientos<br />se irá la noche.<br /><br />Todas las almas,<br />en tu espíritu vuelan;<br />son a tu imagen.<br /><br />Los buenos haikus<br />No son tan solo métricas<br />Belleza y lírica.<br /><br />Hecho y suspiros<br />grabados en los árboles<br />enamorados.<br /><br />Mil gotas suaves<br />en el verde colchón<br />irradia luz<br /><br />La soledad<br />sonrisa y reflexión<br />¡nace la paz!<br /><br />Rocío en alas<br />duras columnas blancas<br />cantar nos lleva.<br /><br />Hay esperanzas<br />el canto alegra aún<br />en el cemento.<br /><br />Del sur el viento<br />recorre los caminos<br />cesa la lluvia.<br /><br /><br />SANTOAMOR<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-1362081250674299826?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-56614369771256183562009-03-30T09:01:00.001-07:002009-03-30T09:06:37.047-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SdDt38B0CWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9S64fdETE8c/s1600-h/borde432.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319012705186875746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 68px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SdDt38B0CWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9S64fdETE8c/s320/borde432.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />con siete días<br />miradas en el bosque<br />diferente año<br /><br /><br />____<br /><br />figura breve<br />amor de golondrina<br />tierno balcón<br /><br /><br />----<br /><br />recorren lágrimas<br />pero no en mi rostro<br />soledad habla<br /><br /><br />---<br /><br />el camino es<br />sugerencia y ternura.<br />Breve estadío<br /><br />----<br /><br />árbol cuenta esos<br />cuentos en la alameda<br />asombro de hombre<br /><br /><br />___<br /><br />sirenas traen<br />sonajas a la mar<br />duerme ese bebe<br /><br />___<br /><br />tristes alondras<br />en cúpula de ese árbol<br />nido caído<br /><br />------<br /><br />Julia del Prado</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5661436977125618356?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-8474684963411829532009-03-29T16:50:00.000-07:002009-04-02T08:02:10.398-07:00Gime la tierra<br />el mundo es infinito<br />como tus ojos<br /><br />Liliana Varela<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-847468496341182953?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-80541366937409804792009-03-29T16:43:00.001-07:002009-03-29T16:43:32.278-07:00Quiero construir<br />los recuerdos más bellos<br />con tu presencia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-8054136693740980479?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-38788474016155887192009-03-24T05:25:00.000-07:002009-03-30T09:10:07.085-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/ScjRjZdBskI/AAAAAAAAAa0/eaNsMO89njs/s1600-h/Snowdrops.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316729766169129538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/ScjRjZdBskI/AAAAAAAAAa0/eaNsMO89njs/s320/Snowdrops.jpg" border="0" /></a> suelo cubierto<br />con glacial manto blanco<br />gotas florecen<br /><br />------------<br /><br />el aire entibia<br />el pasto resucita<br />flores asoman<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3878847401615588719?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-79848228332275863042009-03-19T19:02:00.000-07:002009-03-20T18:42:44.532-07:00Aquí vengo a<br />tu sendero de gracia.<br />Me aùpa el verbo<br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Las hojas caen<br />niños en esas copas.<br />Paloma llora<br /> <br /> <br />El viento silba<br />en la ventana aquella.<br />Diálogo roto<br /> <br /> <br />Fuego que habla<br />con almohadas húmedas.<br />Fulgor en la sala<br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Tiernas miradas<br />llegan a mi solar.<br />Zeus trae amor<br /> <br /> <br /> <br />En mi almohada<br />amanece una pluma<br />¿de quién será?<br /> <br /> <br />Cóndor pica al<br />toro en hermosos ruedos.<br />Es Yawar fiesta<br /> <br /> <br /> <br />En esos parques<br />jazmines en jarana.<br />Retama aplaude<br /> <br /> <br />Julia del Prado (Perú-inicios del 2009)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-7984822833227586304?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-5028428546406031852009-03-19T16:30:00.000-07:002009-03-19T16:31:26.897-07:00voraz tiniebla<br />dos centeyas oscuras<br />lúgubre el canto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-502842854640603185?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-84127992226977742962009-03-19T16:28:00.001-07:002009-03-19T16:29:10.503-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/ScLVNW6QRPI/AAAAAAAAAYM/e2hsjK6tKws/s1600-h/sirena1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315044935715538162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/ScLVNW6QRPI/AAAAAAAAAYM/e2hsjK6tKws/s320/sirena1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cantussen en alt<br />les sirenes del vaixell<br />aquest novell any.<br /><br /><br />Cantan en alto<br />las sirenas del barco<br />este nuevo año.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-8412799222697774296?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-35535390138724720622009-03-16T11:34:00.000-07:002009-04-02T08:03:25.739-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/Sb6cAYZrtXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/q7FeMc7bSJY/s1600-h/ana.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313856140707870066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/Sb6cAYZrtXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/q7FeMc7bSJY/s320/ana.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br />en brezo y gris<br />en recuerdos y vientos,<br />cuadro y paleta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3553539013872472062?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-4455810858212239522009-03-03T19:11:00.000-08:002009-03-03T19:12:25.189-08:00Trinos de pájaros<br />en paisaje de dos<br />llama ese parque<br /><br /><br />Al meu coixinet<br />una ploma trencà l’alba.<br />Ai, de qui serà?<br /> <br />Versión de Pere Besso, al catalán<br /> <br />En mi almohada<br />amaneció una pluma<br />¿de quién será?<br /> <br />Julia del Prado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-445581085821223952?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-51298458660721647482009-02-11T19:45:00.000-08:002009-02-11T19:47:42.084-08:00espejo roto<br />en laguna del valle. <br />explota el trigo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5129845866072164748?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-78934206896947854752009-02-07T14:26:00.000-08:002009-02-07T14:27:04.699-08:00Dos que se besan<br />van y vienen del cielo<br />besos de Dios.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-7893420689694785475?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-91238523081569665202009-02-07T14:24:00.003-08:002009-02-07T14:24:55.977-08:00Reencarnada<br />busca el alma caminos<br /> para volver<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-9123852308156966520?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-68869145657095005452009-01-31T20:43:00.000-08:002009-01-31T20:44:07.628-08:00Caja de roble<br />suspirando los cielos<br />muere el invierno.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6886914565709500545?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-66233114002068326342009-01-29T23:25:00.001-08:002009-01-29T23:25:57.347-08:00LA ESTACIÓN<br />MUERE A SU EXACTO TIEMPO<br />NADA ES ETERNO<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6623311400206832634?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-26219971885940407942009-01-29T20:56:00.000-08:002009-01-29T20:57:30.187-08:00Desde la tumba<br /> una mano al futuro<br /> retornará<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-2621997188594040794?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-45698310723704634852009-01-26T09:35:00.001-08:002009-01-26T09:35:36.165-08:00dos focos penden<br />en la noche del bosque.<br />celo de loba<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-4569831072370463485?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-71058091143532946212009-01-24T22:03:00.001-08:002009-01-24T22:03:45.365-08:00Desde este mundo<br />negras rosas de invierno<br />morir en paz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-7105809114353294621?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-46266848918155878942009-01-23T08:15:00.001-08:002009-01-23T08:15:52.268-08:00desde otra vida<br /><br />en oscuro lamento<br /><br />resucitar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-4626684891815587894?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-86529706827341435342009-01-16T20:00:00.001-08:002009-01-16T20:05:51.640-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SXFZDIIMkgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AyiSJ21mCdY/s1600-h/enero_2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292108947393384962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SXFZDIIMkgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AyiSJ21mCdY/s320/enero_2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />cae la tarde<br /><br />y del árbol la sombra<br /><br />en dulce espejo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-8652970682734143534?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-87253911788088841382009-01-12T14:23:00.000-08:002009-01-12T14:25:12.901-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SWvDNtCRSuI/AAAAAAAAAME/urh5GPnpCRk/s1600-h/180px-Helix-Pomatia-Copulation.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290536827471612642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SWvDNtCRSuI/AAAAAAAAAME/urh5GPnpCRk/s320/180px-Helix-Pomatia-Copulation.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Fresco encuentro<br />Afrodisíaca paz<br />Saludable sed<br /><br />Juan Sagardia<br />Santo amor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-8725391178808884138?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-76877707888955486912008-12-21T17:42:00.001-08:002008-12-21T17:43:21.736-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SU7wolDK26I/AAAAAAAAAIA/8Y8Ba78JvyE/s1600-h/borde432.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282423992883010466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 42px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SU7wolDK26I/AAAAAAAAAIA/8Y8Ba78JvyE/s320/borde432.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">,</span><br />Vieja aflicción<br />brusca permutación<br />nueva ilusión<br /><br />Maria Fischinger<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-7687770788895548691?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabras 2noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-75587730736301206372008-12-03T11:18:00.000-08:002008-12-21T17:36:06.922-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/STbh92s-OsI/AAAAAAAACzE/bz4g9ISNvdU/s1600-h/fire.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275652466283526850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/STbh92s-OsI/AAAAAAAACzE/bz4g9ISNvdU/s200/fire.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">.<br />,<br />,<br />,<br />,<br />,<br /></span>la ciudad quema<br />rutinas y miseria<br />también la música<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-7558773073630120637?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-53125710474886411502008-11-30T09:36:00.000-08:002008-12-03T11:48:04.922-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/STbg6dmxzYI/AAAAAAAACy8/2ZTitXci8LA/s1600-h/Bled+-++Alajsev+dom+11-27-07+070.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275651308495424898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/STbg6dmxzYI/AAAAAAAACy8/2ZTitXci8LA/s200/Bled+-++Alajsev+dom+11-27-07+070.jpg" /></a><br />Brama montaña<br />lanza tu furia al hombre<br />que oiga tu grito<br />primate que destruye<br />el animal que daña.<br /><br />Liliana Varela<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5312571047488641150?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-2219835787062176392008-11-19T17:56:00.000-08:002008-12-03T12:15:40.510-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/STboY2pohkI/AAAAAAAACzc/3DW1sX47RsE/s1600-h/blue+flower.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 72px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275659527195756098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/STboY2pohkI/AAAAAAAACzc/3DW1sX47RsE/s200/blue+flower.gif" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">\.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div>rafa cuida<br />sus arbolitos mientras<br />el sol declina.<br /><br />Primavera sin<br />aves a esta hora.<br />Parque divaga.<br /><br />LLuvia de amor<br />frente a esas cruces<br />lava el amor.<br /><br />Lluvia de arroz<br />volcanes no apaga<br />lava de amor.<br /><br />A la jirafa<br />la misma puesta de sol<br />llega más tarde.<br /><br />Nunca caigas en<br />arena movediza<br />de tu mar azul.<br /><br />Julia del Prado (Perú)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-221983578706217639?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-33782044820650105322008-11-19T17:31:00.000-08:002008-12-21T17:39:52.212-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SU7uAnn5qmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9xmJUOeYHGA/s1600-h/romantico.jpg"><span style="color:#99ff99;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282421107355920994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RqZ42WSo6Ps/SU7uAnn5qmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9xmJUOeYHGA/s320/romantico.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ff99;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ccffff;">.</span></div><br /><br /><br />se quiebra el sueño<br />en trozos de cristal:<br />nos descubrimos<br /><br /><br />acariciarnos<br />al borde de un poema<br />hasta caer<br /><br /><br /><br />buscan mis labios<br />perderse impúdicamente<br />entre tus besos<br /><br /><br />Besos!<br /><br />Patricia-- "Cada poema un lento naufragio del deseo, / un crujir de los mástiles y jarcias / que sostienen el peso de la vida."Álvaro Mutis<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3378204482065010532?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-88985853073600857232008-11-13T20:14:00.000-08:002008-12-03T12:21:22.352-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/STbqN-9h3ZI/AAAAAAAACzk/nACcjStSA2w/s1600-h/th_nails.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275661539471383954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/STbqN-9h3ZI/AAAAAAAACzk/nACcjStSA2w/s200/th_nails.jpg" /></a><br /><div>uñas de gata<br />los apéndices cuida<br />o te cercena</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-8898585307360085723?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-89451946896728867652008-11-10T19:05:00.000-08:002008-12-03T12:10:51.971-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/STbnjcbyZMI/AAAAAAAACzU/yxM1g7A-TgI/s1600-h/Bled+-+Bohinj,+fall+2008+018.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275658609625294018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/STbnjcbyZMI/AAAAAAAACzU/yxM1g7A-TgI/s200/Bled+-+Bohinj,+fall+2008+018.jpg" /></a><br />Sobre los muros<br />enredada al silencio<br />la noche espera.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-8945194689672886765?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-19334255288439314022008-11-05T13:59:00.001-08:002008-12-03T11:20:41.096-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/STbb83BkfQI/AAAAAAAACys/L9p94Rx9Ilw/s1600-h/blugrborder.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275645852120284418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/STbb83BkfQI/AAAAAAAACys/L9p94Rx9Ilw/s200/blugrborder.gif" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div>Falo despierta<br /><br />en cama licenciosa<br /><br />de la matrona<br /><br /><br /><br />Mi fado de sol<br /><br />tu cuerpo portuguesa<br /><br />sol fa mi re do<br /><br /><br /><br />Primaversa sin<br /><br />aves, en esta hora<br /><br />parques divagan</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-1933425528843931402?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-55900357632704907542008-11-03T18:42:00.001-08:002008-11-03T18:42:51.095-08:00la correntada<br />atraviesa mi cuerpo<br />hasta tu orilla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5590035763270490754?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-11675682615545704202008-11-02T07:38:00.000-08:002008-11-02T07:43:50.520-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SQ3Ka8O9LwI/AAAAAAAACqU/WYBWAGMTsY4/s1600-h/desnuda+noche.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264086103660244738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SQ3Ka8O9LwI/AAAAAAAACqU/WYBWAGMTsY4/s320/desnuda+noche.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><br />Sobre los muros<br />enredada al silencio<br />la noche espera<br /><br /><br />Besos!!<br /><br />Patricia Ortiz<br />--------------------<br />La noche espera<br />garabatos de pluma<br />sobre la cama.<br /><br />Julia del Prado (Perú<br />-------------------<br /><br />cama de plumas<br />agoniza la espera<br />tanta pasión<br /><br />Liliana Varela<br />--------------------<br />Resplandeciente<br />garabatos del alma<br />la noche calla<br /><br />Maria Fischinger<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-1167568261554570420?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-90849100382743154682008-10-25T17:43:00.001-07:002008-10-25T17:45:36.740-07:00Navega hombre<br />arena movediza<br />barca de papel.<br /><br />Camina hombre<br />arena movediza<br />sólo por tu fé.<br /><br />Nunca caigas<br />arena movediza<br />en el mar azul.<br /><br /><br />Julia del Prado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-9084910038274315468?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-12817401634717642962008-10-22T15:17:00.001-07:002008-10-22T15:17:38.469-07:00Cerezos rosas<br />aroman la tarde gris<br />parecen llorar<br />lágrimas de pétalos<br />sobre mis nuevas penas.<br /><br />diana poblet<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-1281740163471764296?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-51783744878422395422008-10-18T08:23:00.001-07:002008-10-18T08:27:01.826-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SPn_jLtDmrI/AAAAAAAAB_M/s6OCy9JLRyQ/s1600-h/angeles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258515019834038962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SPn_jLtDmrI/AAAAAAAAB_M/s6OCy9JLRyQ/s320/angeles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><a href="http://ar.life.dada.net/image/627656/paisaje-de-dos-bebes-angelitos/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"></a><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div>NIÑOS FELICES<br />AIRE DE CONTEMPLACIÓN<br />ÁNGELES BLANCOS.<br /><br /></div><div>Juan Ricardo Sagardía<br />SANTOAMOR</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5178374487842239542?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-727415215195888022008-10-02T20:04:00.000-07:002008-10-18T08:28:07.718-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SPoAcbuCLaI/AAAAAAAAB_U/IJoyy4wrBis/s1600-h/th_sun.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258516003385650594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SPoAcbuCLaI/AAAAAAAAB_U/IJoyy4wrBis/s320/th_sun.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div>DESNACE EL SOL<br />TIMIDAS ALAS TOCAN<br />EL HORIZONTE</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-72741521519588802?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-56272407867964336292008-09-22T13:01:00.001-07:002008-09-22T13:02:05.549-07:00se esconde el sol<br />se eclipsa todo brillo<br />en tu mirada<br /><br /><br />es esta lluvia<br />sol para mis caricias<br />en soledad<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-5627240786796433629?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-11769547503444533512008-09-10T13:05:00.001-07:002008-09-10T13:07:31.543-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SMgo6wsWoaI/AAAAAAAABzY/3DfCAghjvS0/s1600-h/Picture+163.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SMgo6wsWoaI/AAAAAAAABzY/3DfCAghjvS0/s320/Picture+163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244486756041400738" /></a><br />Suave murmullo<br />transparente corriente<br />sembrando vida<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-1176954750344453351?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-30184075652368492002008-08-26T13:34:00.000-07:002008-08-26T13:43:31.013-07:00VII<br />Callado frío<br />carcome su osamenta<br />lúgubre adiós.<br /><br />VIII<br />Amado vierte<br />tus devaneos en mí<br />la noche canta.<br /><br />IX<br />La tarde grita<br />susurra enmudece<br />tras las montañas.<br /><br />Elisabet Cincotta<br />01/10/2005<br />derechos de autor registrados<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3018407565236849200?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-9040692632595385872008-08-09T11:48:00.000-07:002008-08-26T13:49:01.937-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SLRsLbpN8AI/AAAAAAAABuo/s7m0bJBXO9s/s1600-h/Bled+Pictures+May+12,+2008+063.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SLRsLbpN8AI/AAAAAAAABuo/s7m0bJBXO9s/s320/Bled+Pictures+May+12,+2008+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238931210193727490" /></a><br />I<br /><br />Florece feliz<br />entre las brisas tenues<br />los labios tersos<br />rozaron cautelosos<br />y mágicos la noche<br /><br />Elisabet Cincotta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-904069263259538587?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-74244485109612363012008-07-12T22:10:00.000-07:002008-10-18T08:28:53.045-07:00<span style="color:#99ff99;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">.....................</span>.</span>Nació Su Día.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">...................</span>Nos iluminó Su Luz<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.....................</span> Nació la vida.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">......................</span>Nació Su Día.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">...................</span>Comenzamos a vivir…<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">......................</span>y a entender.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">......................</span>Nació Su Día.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.....................</span>Nació la alegría<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.....................</span>de nuestro vivir.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">......................</span>Nació Su Día.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">..................</span>Somos lo que quisimos…<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">......................</span>No como es ÉL.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">......................</span>Cayó la noche.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">...................</span>Se fue Su Luz de vida.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">......................</span>Es el olvido.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">.....................</span>Cayó la noche.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">...................</span>Se fue lo que quisimos.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.....................</span>Es el olvido.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.....................</span>Cayó la noche.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">...................</span>Está naciendo Su Luz.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.....................</span>Voy a renacer.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.....................</span>Nació Su día.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">...................</span>Nos iluminó Su Luz<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.....................</span>Nació el amor.<br /><br /><br />Humberto Silva Morelli<br />11 de julio de 2008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-7424448510961236301?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-61734898196229316232008-06-21T08:34:00.001-07:002008-06-21T08:38:36.185-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SF0gconRmDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/CWzaNrkwuLI/s1600-h/th_kiss.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SF0gconRmDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/CWzaNrkwuLI/s320/th_kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214359619875477554" /></a><br />tiembla mi boca<br />son pétalos mis labios<br />para tu beso<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-6173489819622931623?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-38257285983891841222008-06-20T22:30:00.001-07:002008-09-10T12:25:54.060-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SMgfNaxC7zI/AAAAAAAABzQ/yx42oqxzCek/s1600-h/haiku.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SMgfNaxC7zI/AAAAAAAABzQ/yx42oqxzCek/s320/haiku.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244476081456738098" /></a><br /><br />GIRAN TUS FLORES<br /> RESPONDEN LAS MÏAS<br />Y NOS AMAMOS.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3825728598389184122?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-79786575160558859032008-05-13T13:01:00.001-07:002008-05-19T20:04:35.149-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SDI_qCrhjUI/AAAAAAAABNQ/p4tatWSlbTM/s1600-h/forest+and+girl.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SDI_qCrhjUI/AAAAAAAABNQ/p4tatWSlbTM/s320/forest+and+girl.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202290511072824642" /></a><br /><br />Manzana duerme<br /><br />su dulce primavera.<br /><br />Eva insomne.<br /><br />Julia del Prado (Perú)<br />Derechos reservados<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-7978657516055885903?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-5143274731485004852008-05-05T19:06:00.000-07:002008-05-12T06:09:26.373-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SB--g442iTI/AAAAAAAABEw/iRntpI7VorU/s1600-h/rosa+y+perlas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SB--g442iTI/AAAAAAAABEw/iRntpI7VorU/s320/rosa+y+perlas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197081967244773682" /></a><br /><br />fluyen cascadas<br />formándose imágenes<br />en bellos versos<br />febril y ágil el paso<br />la pluma muy variada<br /><br /><br />amor despierto<br />pasiones encendidas<br />nueva esperanza<br /><br />Amor reflejos<br />tus ojos de luz llenos<br />ambar y miel.<br /><br />Maria Fischinger<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-514327473148500485?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-88743654954168035142008-04-23T21:09:00.001-07:002008-05-19T20:11:28.856-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SDJBRirhjWI/AAAAAAAABNg/nWYXGQx8Dr0/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SDJBRirhjWI/AAAAAAAABNg/nWYXGQx8Dr0/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202292289189285218" /></a><br /><br />naufragio en mi<br />casita de madera.<br />Soledad de dos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-8874365495416803514?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-30258053360543959312008-04-19T07:49:00.000-07:002008-04-21T21:49:59.870-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SAoG1h8RjaI/AAAAAAAAA44/dKUU4M-3D0w/s1600-h/basho2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190969037211930018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iIpK4Io62U0/SAoG1h8RjaI/AAAAAAAAA44/dKUU4M-3D0w/s320/basho2.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sentado el cielo<br />hombre sin movimiento<br />se muere solo.<br /><br />Brillo de luna<br />fuente en movilidad<br />movera el cielo.<br /><br />Muñeco de hielo<br />muestra el poder del frío<br />estación negra.<br /><br />Monte nublado<br />trae mensaje lejos<br />cerca del cielo.<br /><br />Hombre refléxiona<br />la paz de buda en tí:<br />completa paz.<br /><br />Semilla muerta<br />trae fruto al cerezo<br />muy lentamente.<br /><br />Tu paso sigue<br />si continúa en vida<br />vive feliz.<br /><br /><br />Juan Ricardo Sagardía<br />SANTOAMOR<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-3025805336054395931?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995724714451760831.post-2389082853554710132008-04-02T18:22:00.001-07:002008-04-02T18:24:45.963-07:00Miro tu sombra<br />en esta negra pared<br />casi no la veo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995724714451760831-238908285355471013?l=haikusmuestrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Muestrario de Palabrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10247832085855661041noreply@blogger.com0