tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298843142012-01-28T03:15:58.844+01:00Diegohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573893740755977245noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884314.post-43642176878098996982009-03-22T11:30:00.008+01:002009-03-22T21:25:31.803+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrOG31xWqjw/ScYYZv86M7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZuiN-oPPnfY/s1600-h/oracion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RrOG31xWqjw/ScYYZv86M7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZuiN-oPPnfY/s320/oracion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315963240805184434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Hace mucho tiempo,<br />Dios decidió castigar a la Humanidad;<br />y puso en cada hombre la semilla de la fe.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">F.A.M.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884314-4364217687809899698?l=la-selva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diegohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573893740755977245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884314.post-2563501850541514352007-02-04T11:58:00.000+01:002007-02-04T12:43:39.315+01:00<a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/NGSPOD04/109043~A-Silhouetted-Climber-Watches-the-Sun-Set-over-the-Karakoram-Mountains-Posters.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/NGSPOD04/109043~A-Silhouetted-Climber-Watches-the-Sun-Set-over-the-Karakoram-Mountains-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">... que sea para mirar de frente al sol.<br /></span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884314-256350185054151435?l=la-selva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diegohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573893740755977245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884314.post-1153603227815066822006-07-22T23:17:00.002+02:002009-03-22T21:20:42.344+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anth.ucsb.edu/projects/hbe/Selva.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.anth.ucsb.edu/projects/hbe/Selva.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">... los monos aúllan de amor enloquecido, las serpientes sisean palabras lujuriosas, los insectos refulgentes agitan las alas en una vorágine de ansia inacabable, las hojas se agitan como queriendo escapar de sus ataduras...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">En la Selva los corazones palpitan desbocados y los labios devoran los arrepentimientos, ... como si todo fuera verde.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884314-115360322781506682?l=la-selva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diegohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573893740755977245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884314.post-1152640814701876342006-07-11T19:56:00.000+02:002006-07-13T17:22:36.763+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jccm.es/edu/cra/vallealcudia/encina-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.jccm.es/edu/cra/vallealcudia/encina-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >La encina extiende<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >sus ramas por el cielo.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Canta la alondra.</span><br /></span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884314-115264081470187634?l=la-selva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diegohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573893740755977245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884314.post-1152108096394416872006-07-05T15:59:00.003+02:002009-03-22T21:23:12.686+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.ya.com/elrincondegrial/files/kiyomine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 373px;" src="http://blogs.ya.com/elrincondegrial/files/kiyomine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br />Mañana viene;<br />esta noche se queda<br />junto a la fuente.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884314-115210809639441687?l=la-selva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diegohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573893740755977245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884314.post-1150799960604455482006-06-20T12:35:00.000+02:002006-06-20T12:43:58.243+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.faviles.com/Imapipa/Buenos%20humos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.faviles.com/Imapipa/Buenos%20humos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Me pide el amigo <span style="font-weight: 700;font-family:Arial Unicode MS;" >古仁德</span>, desde la pavorosa lejanía de la China ancestral y milenaria, que le cuente cómo fue <i><b>mi primera pipa</b></i>. Y es tan perentoria su llamada, tan desgarrada y urgente su súplica (<i>sepa usted que yo espero su relato, yo NECESITO saber de su entrada al mundo de la pipa, por favor, concédamelo</i>), que sería yo el más desalmado de los hombres si no accediera a su ruego.<br /><br /><a href="http://pipecorner.googlepages.com/miprimerapipafrenandoiii"><img style="width: 188px; height: 203px;" src="http://www.ucm.es/info/Psyap/cabezas/chino.jpg" align="left" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /> Lee el relato <a href="http://pipecorner.googlepages.com/miprimerapipafrenandoiii"> aqui</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884314-115079996060445548?l=la-selva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diegohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573893740755977245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884314.post-1150704767956863152006-06-19T10:09:00.000+02:002006-06-19T10:44:21.663+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1016/3187/320/HPIM0595.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1016/3187/320/HPIM0595.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >El agua ¿es hielo o metal fundido?<br />¿En qué piensan los patos?<br />¿Van o vienen?<br />¿El agua corre o es sólo el viento?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884314-115070476795686315?l=la-selva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diegohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573893740755977245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884314.post-1150644856437420722006-06-18T17:24:00.000+02:002006-06-19T09:32:16.520+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1016/3187/1600/Muchacha.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1016/3187/400/Muchacha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884314-115064485643742072?l=la-selva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diegohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573893740755977245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884314.post-1150641146647551282006-06-18T16:30:00.001+02:002009-03-22T11:42:53.148+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.faviles.com/Imagenes/laespera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.faviles.com/Imagenes/laespera.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Del color de las flores pintaré tu mirada,<br />con un rumor de nubes despertaré tu sueño,<br />mi amor por ti tan grande, qué pequeño<br />frente al inmenso mar de tu quietud dorada.<br /><br />Limpio mi corazón con la ondulada<br />sombra de tu dulzura, y el empeño<br />de tu bravura mansa me hace dueño<br />de una esperanza libre y desbocada.<br /><br />Pintaré tu sonrisa del color de las flores,<br />con las nubes más blancas recubriré tu lecho,<br />te cantaré canciones de todos los colores.<br /><br />Cuando todo esté dicho, cuando todo esté hecho,<br />revestiré tu alma de música y rumores<br />y dormiré en la tibia pureza de tu pecho.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884314-115064114664755128?l=la-selva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diegohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573893740755977245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884314.post-1150625131615442872006-06-18T12:03:00.002+02:002009-03-22T21:24:07.145+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1016/3187/1600/Imagen%288%29.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1016/3187/400/Imagen%288%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Hay una bicicleta apoyada en una farola. No sé si descansa o espera a alguien.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Trato de averiguarlo. Me siento en un banco, frente a la bicicleta.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Pero nadie viene a verla, nadie se acerca.<br />Pasa la gente, pero ni siquiera la miran.<br /><br />¿Es que no se dan cuenta? ¿Están tan ciegos?<br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29884314-115062513161544287?l=la-selva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Diegohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573893740755977245noreply@blogger.com0