tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38917096507434580962012-02-16T12:19:09.838-08:00ARTE MENORCarmennoreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891709650743458096.post-39749042154367529472009-05-14T12:02:00.001-07:002009-05-14T12:04:16.582-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZfqCRuDx1w/Sgxq9UkdbqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/L6-0s59lO1w/s1600-h/C1202~Flores-Blancas-II-Posters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZfqCRuDx1w/Sgxq9UkdbqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/L6-0s59lO1w/s400/C1202~Flores-Blancas-II-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335757260253392546" /></a><br />Por ella fuiste llanto,<br />también títere y silencio,<br />y con aroma de incienso<br />ungiste su bello manto.<br />Robaste al alba su canto<br />y regresaste aquel puerto<br />con gaviotas en concierto,<br />las lágrimas restauradas,<br />suspirando a bocanadas,<br />¿Todo cuanto digo es cierto?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891709650743458096-3974904215436752947?l=carmen-amanecerazulpoesaexistencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891709650743458096.post-12795961455024421702009-05-14T11:50:00.000-07:002009-05-14T11:51:54.646-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZfqCRuDx1w/SgxoOaOT8HI/AAAAAAAAAYM/giBxHjQl4s8/s1600-h/1205365306_f+-+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZfqCRuDx1w/SgxoOaOT8HI/AAAAAAAAAYM/giBxHjQl4s8/s400/1205365306_f+-+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335754255294001266" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891709650743458096-1279596145502442170?l=carmen-amanecerazulpoesaexistencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891709650743458096.post-26663736919069259422009-05-07T12:23:00.000-07:002009-05-07T12:28:38.515-07:00<a href="http://franciscoponce.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/Fresas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://franciscoponce.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/Fresas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Tándem de pétalo rojo<br />sobre el alma de las cosas<br />en vuelo de mariposas<br />donde las fresas escojo.<br />Mientras miro de reojo<br />los versos hechos de fuego<br />sin inventar ningún juego<br />yo me envuelvo en ese aroma<br />cuando en los labios asoma,<br />dulzura que llega luego.<br /><br />Carmen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891709650743458096-2666373691906925942?l=carmen-amanecerazulpoesaexistencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891709650743458096.post-57234520789382609782009-05-07T11:05:00.000-07:002009-05-07T11:07:59.293-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__ZdVEpAMX6g/SHN6Cib-8qI/AAAAAAAAAq0/GNLUiUbo4kk/s400/golondrina"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 381px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__ZdVEpAMX6g/SHN6Cib-8qI/AAAAAAAAAq0/GNLUiUbo4kk/s400/golondrina" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Cuando regreses al mar<br />en velero de pirata<br />con tesoros de oro y plata<br />y unas flores de azahar.<br />No olvides que en el altar<br />hay una alondra que espera<br />hacer nido en primavera,<br />rozar los labios al viento<br />y en corto espacio de tiempo<br />romper tu lista de espera.<br /><br />Carmen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891709650743458096-5723452078938260978?l=carmen-amanecerazulpoesaexistencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891709650743458096.post-73442200167036935002009-05-07T10:54:00.000-07:002009-05-07T10:58:25.849-07:00<a href="http://www.makingthemodernworld.org.uk/learning_modules/english/03.TU.01/img/IM.0943_zp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.makingthemodernworld.org.uk/learning_modules/english/03.TU.01/img/IM.0943_zp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />POETA O SOLDADO <br /><br />Que nadie sea olvidado<br />por no tener su cometa<br />sea soldado, poeta<br />o sentencia en el estrado.<br />No hay que olvidar el pasado<br />de aquel que lee o escribe. <br />tampoco de quien recibe <br />honores o recompensa<br />hay que tener buena prensa<br />y firmar el que suscribe.<br /><br />Carmen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891709650743458096-7344220016703693500?l=carmen-amanecerazulpoesaexistencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891709650743458096.post-7740952636152364102009-05-07T10:48:00.000-07:002009-05-07T10:52:49.078-07:00<a href="http://blog.educastur.es/personajes/files/2006/12/mozart.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 275px;" src="http://blog.educastur.es/personajes/files/2006/12/mozart.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Con las velas divididas<br />y las olas en discordia<br />es difícil la concordia<br />de sus idas y venidas .<br />Que sin sentirlas vencidas<br />la mañana sabe a flores<br />banderas de mil colores,<br />sirenas llegando a puerto<br />sinfonías y un concierto<br />se dibuja en los albores.<br /><br />Carmen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891709650743458096-774095263615236410?l=carmen-amanecerazulpoesaexistencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891709650743458096.post-90167617555536423282009-05-07T10:31:00.000-07:002009-05-07T10:36:47.466-07:00<a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p3twwzKZ9pXJ2xlGp2aYoGDcwk_URr9zZYXNKt_GmveaoaAbC7s1cg6VTHnDYGL6R"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 416px; height: 383px;" src="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1p3twwzKZ9pXJ2xlGp2aYoGDcwk_URr9zZYXNKt_GmveaoaAbC7s1cg6VTHnDYGL6R" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Si tu décima es cristal<br />templado, bajo su boca,<br />que la locura desboca<br />en un deseo vital.<br />Siendo tú astro sideral<br />de labios dulces y tierno<br />vergel, un calido invierno,<br />animal de sangre ardiente,<br />fiero viento de poniente,<br />tu nombre es, amor eterno.<br /><br />CARMEN<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891709650743458096-9016761755553642328?l=carmen-amanecerazulpoesaexistencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891709650743458096.post-39531254786035006132008-08-03T05:49:00.000-07:002008-08-03T05:50:14.923-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pZfqCRuDx1w/SJWpWvmeXnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/KN_GzmcIFWw/s1600-h/1946872+%3D+Para+ti.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pZfqCRuDx1w/SJWpWvmeXnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/KN_GzmcIFWw/s400/1946872+%3D+Para+ti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230272750460755570" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891709650743458096-3953125478603500613?l=carmen-amanecerazulpoesaexistencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891709650743458096.post-8021669602976140202008-08-03T05:47:00.000-07:002008-08-03T05:48:44.965-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pZfqCRuDx1w/SJWo-zSEjEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kgmzh7D9wEQ/s1600-h/487+%3D1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pZfqCRuDx1w/SJWo-zSEjEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kgmzh7D9wEQ/s400/487+%3D1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230272339132058690" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891709650743458096-802166960297614020?l=carmen-amanecerazulpoesaexistencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891709650743458096.post-55384858393393815782008-03-02T04:01:00.000-08:002008-08-03T05:52:25.273-07:00<a href="http://lluviayviento.blogdiario.com/img/pluma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://lluviayviento.blogdiario.com/img/pluma.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />La pluma sabe tu nombre,<br />deja renglones de gloria<br />y llevar a la victoria<br />una guirnalda que asombre.<br />Como el alma de aquel hombre<br />que suspira por un beso<br />del que estuvo siempre preso<br />para poder ser feliz<br />sin caer en un desliz<br />y acelerar su regreso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891709650743458096-5538485839339381578?l=carmen-amanecerazulpoesaexistencial.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carmennoreply@blogger.com0