tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028944004630928992011-10-04T18:08:57.191+01:00Una imagen dice más que mil palabrasHannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16311146022490887940noreply@blogger.comBlogger2431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802894400463092899.post-83443942273057320382011-05-06T18:16:00.001+01:002011-05-06T18:16:46.829+01:00

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Muere lentamente quien se transforma en esclavo del hábito, repitiendo todos los días los mismos trayectos,quien no cambia de marca, no arriesga vestir un color nuevo y no le habla a quien no conoce.Muere lentamente quien evita una pasión,quien prefiere el negro sobre blanco y los puntos sobre las "íes" a un remolino de emociones, justamente las que rescatan el brillo de los ojos, sonrisas de

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Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos.Não percebem o amor que lhes devotoe a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles.A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor,eis que permite que o objecto dela se divida em outros afectos,enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme, que não admite a rivalidade.E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor,que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores,mas

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de decir Adiós.Hoy escribí.Escribí la rabia,que me llevaba la salud.Escribí el dolor,que me cegaba.Escribí el silencio,que se apoderaba de mi.Escribí.Escribí con el corazón,la alma,la angustia,el amor,de quien ya no puede más.Hoy te escribí,pero me olvidedecir ADIÓS.

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Como me gusta los cuentos infantiles, son tan difíciles de escribir.

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Dime por favor donde estás,en que rincón puedo no verte,dónde puedo dormir sin recordartey dónde recordar sin que me duela.Dime por favor dónde pueda caminarsin ver tus huellas,dónde puedo correr sin recordartey dónde descansar con mi tristeza.Dime por favor cuál es el cieloque no tiene el calor de tu miraday cuál es el sol que tiene luz tan sóloy no la sensación de que me llamas.Dime por

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o grito morre na gargantae cria labirintos no interior da cabeçacobrindo-se da mudez do silêncio.não está na voz o gritonem nos olhos esbugalhadosda força que por dentro o impelepara a fuga da escuridão imperativavinda do breu dos confins das erase o aprisiona na gaiola opacada surdezJOSÉ ANTÓNIO GONÇALVES

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Entre temperaturas extremas se encuentra el planeta...Con la crisis en su punto mas alto (así espero yo) esperando por la "Primavera" que tarda a llegar.

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No quería estar en su lugar, la esperanza que el traduje es un fardo demasiado pesado, hasta mismo para el Presidente de USA.Me quedo con el Hombre, errar es humano, y que haga lo mejor.Por lo menos, ya empezó, no a errar, pero a congelar los salarios de los políticos, eso si me gustaría que por aquí también lo hicieran. jejeje

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foto de Bruno Melo

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Por más que tentepor más que luchesolo consigola penumbra del negroAl negro,le pido que se vapero el lutolo vuelve a buscar.Por más que tente por más que luchees difícilde superar.Hanna

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'Afrika-Afrika'

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Entre el mary la Ciudadaqui te espero.Foto de jbeceiro

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En pleno siglo XXI !!!!

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Entre viajen y viajes,entre encuentros y desencuentros,tuve noticias tuyas.Quien diría.Cuando no estoy,estas tu.Cuando te procuro,de viajen estas.Y todo ayuda.Las horas trocadas,la confusión del día.Cuando me acuesto,tu te levantas,Cuando paro,tu trabajas.Mi Occidentecontrastante conTu Oriente.Y me pregunto.?Cuando paramos,solo un minuto,por minuto,un minuto,los dos juntos?Hanna

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... sin noticias.

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SONETO XCII Amor mío, si muero y tú no mueres,no demos al dolor más territorio:amor mío, si mueres y no muero,no hay extensión como la que vivimos. Polvo en el trigo, arena en las arenasel tiempo, el agua errante, el viento vagonos llevó como grano navegante.Pudimos no encontrarnos en el tiempo. Esta pradera en que nos encontramos,oh pequeño infinito! devolvemos.Pero este amor, amor, no ha

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Eu te amo porque te amo.Não precisas ser amante,e nem sempre sabes sê-lo.Eu te amo porque te amo.Amor é estado de graçae com amor não se paga.Amor é dado de graça,é semeado no vento,na cachoeira, no eclipse.Amor foge a dicionáriose a regulamentos vários.Eu te amo porque não amobastante ou demais a mim.Porque amor não se troca,não se conjuga nem se ama.Porque amor é amor a nada,feliz e forte em si

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Palavras que disseste e já não dizes,palavras como um sol que me queimava,olhos loucos de um vento que sopravaem olhos que eram meus, e mais felizes.Palavras que disseste e que diziamsegredos que eram lentas madrugadas,promessas imperfeitas, murmuradasenquanto os nossos beijos permitiam.Palavras que dizias, sem sentido,sem as quereres, mas só porque eram elasque traziam a calma das estrelasà

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Beijing, China.

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Vida em câmara lenta,Oito ou oitenta,Sinto que vou emergir,Já sei de cor todas as canções de amor,Para a conquista partir.Diz que tenho sal,Não me deixes mal,Não me deixesNo livro que eu não li,No filme que eu não vi,Na foto aonde eu não entrei,Noticia do jornalO quadro minimalSou euVida á média rés,Levanta os pésNão vás em futebois, apesarDo intervalo, que é quando eu falo,Para não me

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Intervalo (Feat. Rui Veloso) - Per7ume

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Cuando para?

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Oh lluvia silenciosa, sin tormentas ni vientos,lluvia mansa y serena de esquila y luz suave,lluvia buena y pacifica que eres la verdadera,la que llorosa y triste sobre las cosas caes!Oh lluvia franciscana que llevas a tus gotasalmas de fuentes claras y humildes manantiales!Cuando sobre los campos desciendes lentamentelas rosas de mi pecho con tus sonidos abres.El canto primitivo que dices al

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Nada turba mi ser, pero estoy triste.Algo lento de sombra me golpea,aunque casi detrás de esta agonía,he tenido en mi mano las estrellas.Debe ser la caricia de lo inútil,la tristeza sin fin de ser poeta,de cantar y cantar, sin que se rompala tragedia sin par de la existencia.Ser y no querer ser? esa es la divisa,la batalla que agota toda espera,encontrarse, ya el alma moribunda,que en el mísero

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Ho visto Nina volare - Fabrizio De Andre

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Perdida en el tiempo y en el espacioPerdóneme la ausencia.

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Clic en el vídeo y hace lo rodar.

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Palabras para que...

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Duero

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http://www.elmundo.es

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Me perdí en Semana Santa,Me perdí por el norte de España,Perdí el SOL y el Calor de Primavera,Me perdí, con tanto frió que hacia.Bloc de 400 km² se desprende de plataforma de hielo na AntártidaAlgo va mal por el reino de Patagônia, no hay duda.

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Pela libertad de ideas y expresión.Abajo la censura y totalitarismo.

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Nat ha criado más un desafió: el proyecto Haz rodar una poesía para celebrar el Día Internacional de la Poesía "ANTARIA Y POESIA INVITA Estimados amigos y amigas:Con motivo de celebrarse el próximo 21 de marzo el Día Internacional de la Poesía, les invitamos a participar en el proyecto Haz rodar una poesía.Para ello envíanos un poema de tu autoría indicando tu nombre y país al mail de la

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Clicar en la imagen vale la pena.

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Hasta mañana

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Vinieron todos,todos menos tu,Nadie se olvido,nadie excepto tu.Y aún reclamasreclamas mi silencio,mi ternura,mi atención.El olvido,no es escusa,ni motivo,ni disculpa.Y aún reclamas,reclamas mi silencio,mi angustia,mi desespero.Mi desespero,eres tu.Hanna

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?Donde esta la nieve?Pingüinos rey en la Antártida.(Foto: PNAS)[elmundo.es]

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Todos han muerto.Murió doña Antonia, la ronca,que hacía pan barato en el burgo.Murió el cura Santiago,a quien placía le saludasenlos jóvenes y las mozas,respondiéndoles a todos,indistintamente:"¡Buenos días, José! ¡Buenos días, María!"Murió aquella joven rubia,Carlota, dejando un hijito de meses,que luego también murió,a los ocho días de la madre.Murió mi tía Albina,que solía cantar tiemposy

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¿Fue como beso o llanto?¿Nos hallamoscon las manos, buscándonosa tientas, con los gritos,clamando, con las bocasque el vacío besaban?¿Fue un choque de materiay materia, combatede pecho contra pecho,que a fuerza de contactosse convirtió en victoriagozosa de los dos,en prodigioso pactode tu ser con mi serenteros?¿O tan sencillo fue,tan sin esfuerzo, comouna luz que se encuentracon otra luz, y

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Entre os teus lábiosé que a loucura acode,desce à garganta,invade a água.No teu peitoé que o pólen do fogose junta à nascente,alastra na sombra.Nos teus flancosé que a fonte começaa ser rio de abelhas,rumor de tigre.Da cintura aos joelhosé que a areia queima,o sol é secreto,cego o silêncio.Deita-te comigo.Ilumina meus vidros.Entre lábios e lábiostoda a música é minha.Eugénio de Andrade

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menos tu.

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en la casa,es claro.Con un día tan bonitoy el trabajo terminado,a la calla que se hace tarde.Como quien dice,al campo,la ciudad que espere.Buen Fin de Semana.

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SIGN-UP To STOP Cervical Cancer in Europe "Cada año en Europa, 50.000 mujeres desarrollan un cáncer de cuello de útero y 25.000 mueren por esta causa. Programas eficaces de prevención podrían evitar casi todos los casos.Declaro mi apoyo a la petición para frenar el cáncer de cuello de útero y hago un llamamiento al Parlamento Europeo, a la Comisión Europea y a todos los Gobiernos Nacionales

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Gracias Juan, no conocía

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La agencia espacial norteamericana va conmemorar los 50 años de su existencia con la canción "Across the Universe" de los "Beatles"Va ser proyectada para el espacio hoy mismo a la media noche.de la estación en Robledo de Chavela, Madrid. El primero destino de la melodía será la Estrella Polar, situada a 431 años-luz de la Tierra. “Across the Universe” viajará por el espacio a una velocidad de

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Fado da Saudade - Carlos do Carmo

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Era a tarde mais longa de todas as tardesQue me aconteciaEu esperava por ti, tu não vinhasTardavas e eu entardeciaEra tarde, tão tarde, que a boca,Tardando-lhe o beijo, mordiaQuando à boca da noite surgisteNa tarde tal rosa tardiaQuando nós nos olhamos tardamos no beijoQue a boca pediaE na tarde ficamos unidos ardendo na luzQue morriaEm nós dois nessa tarde em que tantoTardaste o sol amanheciaEra

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Con este hermoso día y yo corrigiendo, corrigiendo, y corrigiendo exámenes que ya ni veo los númerosBuenCarnaval

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A todos nos afecta.

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Un poema de "Zeca Afonso" en la voz de Cristina Branco.vale la pena oír.

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No estaremos a exagerar con tanta prohibición?Lo prohibido es lo más apetecido.Decir a alguien que no lo puede hacer, es lo mismo que le crear una ansiedad tal que no piensa en otra cosa sino hacerla. No se como esta siendo aplicada la ley en España, pero aquí, de un día para otro es prohibido y solo se ve las personas en las puertas a fumar, más nerviosas que nunca.No fumo, y me

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Quién diría... voy de compras.

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India

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Una galería digna de ser vista

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Banco de esperma na China... sin comentários

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Por motivo de salud no tengo podido actualizar este crepúsculo. A todos que aqui pasan un Feliz Año 2008.

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...tantos desencuentros me tienen loca.

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Hoy, lluvia de estrellas

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... pero un día grito.

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Deixa-te Ficar Na Minha Casa by Filarmonica Gil

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Amar-te é vir de longe,descer o rio verde atrás de ti,abrir os braços longos desde os seteanos sobre a latada ao pé do largo,guardar o cheiro a figos vistos lá,a olho nú, ao pé, ao pé de ti,parar a beber água numa fonte,um acaso perdido no caminhoonde os vimes me roçam a memóriae te anunciam mãos e te perfazem;como se o sino à hora de tocarjá fosse o tempo todo badalado,e a tua boca se abrisse

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Nooooooo, por VenezuelaFoto de: Norka

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Inspirado en Isabel

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Encosta-te a mim,nós já vivemos cem mil anos.Encosta-te a mim,talvez eu esteja a exagerar.Encosta-te a mim,dá cabo dos teus desenganosnão queiras ver quem eu não sou,deixa-me chegar.Chegada da guerra,fiz tudo p´ra sobreviver, em nome da terra,no fundo p´ra te merecerrecebe-me bem,não desencantes os meus passosfaz de mim o teu herói,não quero adormecer.Tudo o que eu vi,estou a partilhar contigoo

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Cosa rara, y cada vez más raraBoloña!!!!!!!!!!Se reduce la carga horario de los alumnos en contra partida se aumenta el trabajo de los profesores, pero quien necesita de estudiar??????Que ideas...De 8 a 80En vez de responsabiliza los a que trabajen, nos responsabilizamos nosotros para que ellos no desistan.Hay algo que me escapa

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