tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23448093948401304292024-03-05T05:45:09.945+00:00Unidad de lugarCARLOS VITALEJorge Feldsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261780654883964608noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344809394840130429.post-2482404249673986002009-04-01T18:55:00.014+01:002009-07-14T09:29:02.405+01:00Descortesía del suicida<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4Ck9ilZikY4Tu1xC28VcjNeHXMJs-3bNBqRs8lj7zGcImGWavwDDjlYKTpPNN9OC05BLAl6E_AExRoBrTpiqaTs6j9DlQjVza9wGbYlosWFhDNkR-C5O2ht97viwR1wC4ZCghqzZMGg/s1600-h/portadadescortesia4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4Ck9ilZikY4Tu1xC28VcjNeHXMJs-3bNBqRs8lj7zGcImGWavwDDjlYKTpPNN9OC05BLAl6E_AExRoBrTpiqaTs6j9DlQjVza9wGbYlosWFhDNkR-C5O2ht97viwR1wC4ZCghqzZMGg/s320/portadadescortesia4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307501895815928370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Arial;"> <div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Descortesía del suicida</em>,<br />prólogo de José María Merino,<br /><br />Editorial Candaya, Barcelona, 2008</span></div> <div align="center"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Para más información:</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" title="http://www.candaya.com/descortesiadelsuicida.htm" href="http://www.candaya.com/descortesiadelsuicida.htm">www.candaya.com</a></span><b><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Selección de textos de </span><em style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Descortesía del suicida</em></span></b></div></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><p xsscleaned="MARGIN-TOP: 0pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" align="center"><b><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" ><em><br /></em></span></b></p> <p xsscleaned="MARGIN-TOP: 0pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </p> <p xsscleaned="MARGIN-TOP: 0pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" align="center"> </p> </span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;" >DESCORTESÍA DEL SUICIDA</span><br /></p></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">En la estación de Can Boixeres una mujer protestaba por la detención de los trenes. En la estación de Sants un hombre se había arrojado a las vías. En la estación de Can Boixeres una mujer protestaba por los constantes suicidios en las horas de máxima afluencia de público.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span></p></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" >LA PUERTA CONDENADA</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">De niño, en el barrio, se relataba la aventura de un vecino que había sobrevivido a un naufragio flotando durante una semana sobre una puerta. Desconozco quién era e incluso si la peripecia acaeció de verdad, pero no dejo de meditar en ese hombre, azul y agua, negro y agua, asido a una puerta por la que no es posible huir.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span></p></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" >SUS RAZONES TENDRÁ</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Por algo será que el espejo me devuelve la imagen.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span></p></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" >DEMASÍA</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">¿Cómo es posible que todos los años hayan sido el peor año de mi vida?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span></p></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;" >QUIEN PAGA MANDA</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Mi peluquero insiste en que no me estoy quedando calvo.</span></p></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">GATO POR LIEBRE</span><br /></p></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Estoy harto de los antipáticos que se hacen pasar por tímidos.</span></p></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><i>IL PENSIERO DEBOLE</i></span><br /></p></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Una vez encima de las torres de la Sagrada Familia no encontrábamos a Peppino. Bajamos preocupados, pero ocurrió que no había subido porque se le había terminado la cinta de la cámara, y si no lo podía filmar ¿para qué quería verlo? </span></p></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">MOEBIUS</span><br /></p></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">A los once años comprendí que nunca sería un gran pintor. A los catorce, que nunca sería un gran futbolista. A partir de entonces he estado abierto a toda clase de decepciones. </span></p></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><p><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" > </span></p></span></div></div>Jorge Feldsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261780654883964608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344809394840130429.post-34444759599039507262009-02-28T17:59:00.034+00:002009-07-14T09:27:58.458+01:00Unidad de lugar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFXAORJ0ItIeP27Z_Ll8RAiHH1G-xWEhRqlSmhOqg2FtIo5ux3JKnB1J3UofPSOGDvujxUt_VHvoS2sJ5v7jelg6J0YDLDhR9pkMXNQcbI9U97gfy2zqgx3MlJ4VWdwpVO_iCgswcQ78/s1600-h/portadavitale.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFXAORJ0ItIeP27Z_Ll8RAiHH1G-xWEhRqlSmhOqg2FtIo5ux3JKnB1J3UofPSOGDvujxUt_VHvoS2sJ5v7jelg6J0YDLDhR9pkMXNQcbI9U97gfy2zqgx3MlJ4VWdwpVO_iCgswcQ78/s320/portadavitale.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307167475696293026" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Unidad de lugar</span>,<br />prólogo de Luisa Cotoner,</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Editorial Candaya</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >,<br />Barcelona, 2004<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Contiene CD con la voz del autor</span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Para más información:</span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.candaya.com/"> www.candaya.com</a></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >Selección de poemas de <span style="font-style: italic;">Unidad de lugar</span></span><br /></span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >DE LA PROXIMIDAD COMO SISTEMA DE DESCONOCIMIENTO</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >La habitación excede su tamaño</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >en la furia de su estarse quieta</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Pero es inútil la rebelión del vacío</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Urde señales</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >el enfermo de triste enfermedad</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Miserias de la geografía</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >La mano que alimenta</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >encubre lo que da</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Vértigo de la luz</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >no me abandones</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Aún no es de día en la noche entera</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Con estos labios</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >besaré a la muerte</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >UN COLORIDO MANTO…</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Un colorido manto de sombrillas</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >protege el sueño de plenitud de la especie.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Cuerpos al sol en la tarde de agosto.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >¿La tierra o el aire? ¿Los gusanos o el fuego?</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Abusos de la imaginación en un mar de arena y carne.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Extensa mancha de horizontal destreza</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >que en la quietud encuentra su prodigio.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >La ausencia es el milagro que repite.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >SIMULTÁNEAMENTE…</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Simultáneamente se vive en las ventanas.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Las mujeres se entregan a un futuro cercano</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >y el verano no encierra más que escasos deberes.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >No será éste tampoco el día revelado.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Una mediocridad febril sustenta los objetos</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >en su reiterada formulación pasiva.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Ese que grita sólo pide un movimiento verdadero.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Sabores de espuma en un cuarto vacío.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >JUAN LAGUARDIA SE RINDE PARA GANAR</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >La celda de tu vientre es verdad y racimo.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Concédeme esta prueba de desfallecimiento:</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >saquea mi mirada el temor de perderte. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Di que no renuncias a este triunfo,</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >a esta derrota única que me pertenece y alienta.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >¿Es a mí a quien amas o a la devoción de un instante?</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >¿No sientes en las manos </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >el mudable poder que ahora te ofrendo?</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Aquello que moldeas es también tu fuerza.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Duermo con un muerto cuando no estoy contigo.</span>Jorge Feldsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261780654883964608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344809394840130429.post-62402433921188906592009-02-25T18:42:00.001+00:002009-07-13T16:39:48.138+01:00Lectura de Códigos por Carlos Vitale<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dre4TebL1mQ&hl=es&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dre4TebL1mQ&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jorge Feldsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261780654883964608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344809394840130429.post-52125900244970408582009-02-24T11:26:00.011+00:002009-07-14T13:34:20.526+01:00Fuera de casa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuM7qME2zGLsIAacfq_RVc__dOJJ-zKCWMZo6l1jogiAvNguC0O6-Ypzht8hZN5_gunUZV_vhLIBrnovgcu0WopxBvyMQIxlED9ACqeH4f05iuR3ECn9loTO_oNrQNc7383UVoIK7iBXA/s1600-h/view.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuM7qME2zGLsIAacfq_RVc__dOJJ-zKCWMZo6l1jogiAvNguC0O6-Ypzht8hZN5_gunUZV_vhLIBrnovgcu0WopxBvyMQIxlED9ACqeH4f05iuR3ECn9loTO_oNrQNc7383UVoIK7iBXA/s320/view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320039913572617314" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Fuera de casa</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">,</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >prólogo de Jesús Aumatell,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Emboscall editorial,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Vic, 2004</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Para más información: <a href="http://www.emboscall.com/">www.emboscall.com</a></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Selección de poemas de <span style="font-style: italic;">Fuera de casa</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >DIARIO DE CRETA</span><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">¿Y cómo puedo entrar ahora en esta ciudad?</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"> Michalis Pieris</span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >PUERTO VENECIANO</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >¡Heraklión</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >que todo lo curas!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >MAR DE LIBIA</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >Sumérgete</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >mísero pez de playa.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >HERSÓNISOS</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >Bajo la pérgola</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >una pausa de agua.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >SANDÍA EN LA CANEA</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >El corazón</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >de la hospitalidad.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >MESETA DE LASSÍTHI</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >Nubes de piedra</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >blanca.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >CUEVAS DE MÁTALA</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >¿Dónde te ocultas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >perezosa muerte?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >MAR DE CRETA</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >Lo que has tenido y no sabías.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >Lo que no volverás a tener.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >CUADERNO DE L'ESCALA</span><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-style: italic;">Una treva signada amb aire i ales.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" > Maria Àngels Anglada</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >1</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Brilla el viento en los árboles.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Pétalos de aire.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >2</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Montañas nevadas.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Más alta, la gaviota.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >3</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Verde mar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >de pinos sin orillas.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >4</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Las sombras chinescas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >de los tamariscos en fila.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >5</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >En manos del vacío</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >un pájaro regresa.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >6</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Niebla sobre Montgó:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >el fantasma del día.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >7</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Cementerio viejo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Sol del silencio.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >8</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Amapolas de abril</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >mil.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >9</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >En la barca, una luz.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Horizonte roto.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >10</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Mecida en olas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >la roca huraña.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >11</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Contra la noche</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >dos alas blancas.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >12</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >¿Qué más quieres de mí,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >tramontana?</span><br /><br /></span>Jorge Feldsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261780654883964608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344809394840130429.post-64604855329017766052008-03-23T20:00:00.000+00:002009-07-16T20:03:23.434+01:00visitas<script language="JavaScript" src="http://server01.contadorwap.com/hitv2.php?id=5d98cd1b8fdf5c43d25597455003c801&s=11&tipo=grafico&t=1247770834"></script><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.contadorwap.com/" target="_blank">Estadisticas blog</a></span>Jorge Feldsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261780654883964608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344809394840130429.post-12225356881530794262008-03-15T20:42:00.003+00:002009-12-03T18:06:19.393+00:00Contacto<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">carlos.vitale@yahoo.es<br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Diseño: Jorge Feldstein</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">jorge@feldstein.net</span></span><br /></span>Jorge Feldsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261780654883964608noreply@blogger.com