tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90669858570158050232012-02-16T14:46:20.486-08:00Soy tan pequeño que me escurro ágil y tan fugaz que quien me alcanza a ver Cree que sin sol la realidad es frágil que hay criaturas que no pueden ser.Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-58456790836532472712009-11-04T16:42:00.000-08:002009-11-04T16:43:40.122-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/SvIfr8gA1wI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UDOF9lYVYyg/s1600-h/ANGUSTIA.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400413743005882114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/SvIfr8gA1wI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UDOF9lYVYyg/s400/ANGUSTIA.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-5845679083653247271?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-70033606806989114342008-07-02T12:01:00.000-07:002008-07-02T12:07:51.618-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/SGvRKfF9RuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BWnwnlFdsRU/s1600-h/color-ojos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 199px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/SGvRKfF9RuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BWnwnlFdsRU/s400/color-ojos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218494571314235106" border="0" /></a>Cuando uno ve tus ojos<br />los ojos de uno se vuelven lluvia<br />fuego ardiente<br />violenta tempestad<br /><br />Amanece de pronto<br />el prohibido deseo de una taza de café<br />o el caminar descalzo<br />siguiendo tus huellas en<br />alguna arena cómplice<br /><br />Cuando uno ve tus ojos<br />los ojos de uno<br />se vuelven lluvia de marzo<br />rocío de enero<br />septiembre de vértigo<br />impaciencia y aguacero<br /><br />Entonces<br />de manera inevitable<br />se emprende el camino que lleva al puerto<br />como quien vuelve a la casa<br />después del necesario verano<br /><br />Se sueltan las amarras<br />se recuperan los sueños<br />se inicia la travesía<br /><br />Los ojos de siempre<br />se vuelven tus ojos<br />y la incertidumbre<br />puesta en los tuyos<br />asegura el naufragio<br /><br />Cuando uno ve tus ojos<br />los ojos de uno<br />se vuelven lluvia<br />se vuelven.<br /><br />Iros<br />Julio 02, 2008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-7003360680698911434?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-78678100806023799462007-11-03T12:15:00.000-07:002007-11-03T12:16:52.667-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RyzI9MX9KZI/AAAAAAAAADk/-QhYAuIpO_w/s2600-h/Recurso+para+dias+tristes-blog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RyzI9MX9KZI/AAAAAAAAADk/-QhYAuIpO_w/s800/Recurso+para+dias+tristes-blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128695029287430546" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-7867810080602379946?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-13451415679316212952007-11-03T11:58:00.000-07:002007-11-03T12:01:59.281-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RyzE5MX9KXI/AAAAAAAAADU/vSxJ9LOvn5Y/s2600-h/golondrias_blog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RyzE5MX9KXI/AAAAAAAAADU/vSxJ9LOvn5Y/s800/golondrias_blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128690562521442674" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-1345141567931621295?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-56890329727891730602007-10-31T13:45:00.000-07:002007-10-31T13:47:36.981-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RyjpjsX9KVI/AAAAAAAAADE/J-rst7UNTSM/s2600-h/Los+pasos+cebra.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RyjpjsX9KVI/AAAAAAAAADE/J-rst7UNTSM/s800/Los+pasos+cebra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127604975177640274" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-5689032972789173060?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-7360339374021434372007-09-05T21:17:00.001-07:002007-09-05T21:46:57.151-07:00<div align="left"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/Rt-Flo87vnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5A-O8S5IpOM/s1600-h/espejismo2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106947384156077682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/Rt-Flo87vnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5A-O8S5IpOM/s400/espejismo2.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Sé que ahora el tiempo<br />se disfraza de enhorabuena </div><blockquote><p align="center"></p></blockquote><div align="center">las margaritas aciertan diligentes todos nuestros deseos<br />los autobuses del mediodia paran a la llamada </div><div align="center">de un anciano, </div><div align="center">de un niño </div><div align="center">o de un indigente<br />y los balones cruzan la raya completamente </div><blockquote><p align="center"></p></blockquote><div align="center">Sé también<br />que los presidentes son humildes y horizontales<br />Las leyes, sus leyes<br />se ajustan al deseo de las minorías<br />mientras los militares desarman al mundo<br />y el norte se mantiene siempre arriba de nuestras cejas </div><blockquote><p align="center"></p></blockquote><div align="center">pero sé<br />además de todo eso<br />que más allá de los ojos ciertos<br />del hombre sabio<br />existen los espejismos </div><blockquote><p align="center"></p></blockquote><div align="center">Iros</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-736033937402143437?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-20109073648769734582007-08-22T16:20:00.000-07:002007-08-22T17:51:44.540-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RszKII87vaI/AAAAAAAAABU/uu-Ec7vRpA4/s1600-h/contracorriente.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101674719094750626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="220" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RszKII87vaI/AAAAAAAAABU/uu-Ec7vRpA4/s320/contracorriente.jpg" width="227" border="0" /></a>Es de noche<br />y a pesar del frío que asalta<br />las copas de los árboles,<br />mientras los pajaritos<br />juegan a darse calor<br />y un asomo de niebla<br />se posa poderosa<br />tras la distancia de mis manos<br />yo insisto </div><div align="right">y busco el aguacero </div><div align="right"><blockquote></blockquote>Iros </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-2010907364876973458?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-50106180251161756252007-08-17T10:55:00.000-07:002007-08-22T16:45:16.425-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RsXhpY87vYI/AAAAAAAAABE/jP04xdQDzxk/s1600-h/abismo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099730254255865218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="211" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RsXhpY87vYI/AAAAAAAAABE/jP04xdQDzxk/s320/abismo.jpg" width="287" border="0" /></a> Siempre he querido saber<br />si es bueno ser loco<br />o si es malo ser cuerdo.<br /><br />Hoy a la distancia<br />concedida por la insensatez<br />de sentirme vivo,<br />sé que la locura<br />es lo que vuelve lo cuerdo<br />en algo sano y vital<br />y no al revés. </div><div align="right">Iros </div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-5010618025116175625?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-66819640847808560152007-08-17T07:09:00.001-07:002007-08-23T07:22:27.135-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RsWsN487vXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RBGZu7-Fhus/s1600-h/normal_mariposas-11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099671507693190514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="157" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RsWsN487vXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RBGZu7-Fhus/s320/normal_mariposas-11.jpg" width="220" border="0" /></a><br /><div>El canto de una mariposa<br />se parece<br />- poniéndole atención -<br />a los pies de una niña<br />corriendo en puntitas<br />en algún patio del Vedado. <blockquote></blockquote></div><div></div><div></div><div>Iros</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-6681964084780856015?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-58933664003266587412007-08-17T07:05:00.000-07:002007-08-17T08:08:25.780-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RsWreY87vWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YhPM_I7hPBQ/s1600-h/arboles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099670691649404258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RsWreY87vWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YhPM_I7hPBQ/s320/arboles.jpg" width="222" border="0" /></a><br /><div>¿Y si bajamos<br />de aquel árbol<br />descolgamos una estrella<br />colocamos nuestros dedos<br />señalando al cielo<br />o aun pezón<br />o a una fruta madura<br />y esperamos la noche? <blockquote></blockquote>Iros</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-5893366400326658741?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-29540060848702437302007-08-17T07:00:00.001-07:002007-08-17T08:09:14.959-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RsWqOY87vVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OZKHx1JThBo/s1600-h/oto%C3%B1os.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099669317259869522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="172" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RsWqOY87vVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OZKHx1JThBo/s320/oto%C3%B1os.jpg" width="226" border="0" /></a> Recuerdo aún<br />aquella acera de otoño<br />y la ruta<br />y mi frustrante encendido de cigarros<br />hacía frío<br />las hojas sonaban a mi paso triste<br />no te sabia<br />no me sabias<br /><br />Una vez más<br />el otoño me parte la memoria<br />y el olvido. <blockquote></blockquote>Iros</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-2954006084870243730?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-21845026967337069632007-08-17T06:58:00.000-07:002007-08-17T08:38:21.604-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RsWpuY87vUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WhLVdzHfULQ/s1600-h/lectura.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099668767504055618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RsWpuY87vUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WhLVdzHfULQ/s320/lectura.jpg" width="170" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right">Hoy es miércoles<br />el cielo se debate entre tú y una nube<br />es mejor leer<br />o escucharte leer<br />o verte leer<br /><br />no alzar los ojos<br />es imprescindible<br />no sé </div><div align="right">pero el cielo siempre me asalta los miércoles. </div><blockquote></blockquote><div align="right">Iros</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-2184502696733706963?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066985857015805023.post-42145025031436938782007-08-17T06:37:00.000-07:002007-08-17T08:11:27.391-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RsWpL487vTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HCCblf6FQ3g/s1600-h/cielos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099668174798568754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="276" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_reIuNq1sEEU/RsWpL487vTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HCCblf6FQ3g/s320/cielos.jpg" width="271" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right">Uno de estos días<br />caminaré descalzo<br />tu entrepierna<br />paso a paso<br />silente en ausencia<br />huella en mano<br />vista al cielo<br />como cuando jugabamos<br />Tú en tu calle<br />Yo en la mía<br />a ser gigantes y doncellas. <blockquote></blockquote>Iros</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9066985857015805023-4214502503143693878?l=elguije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07465666814007980518noreply@blogger.com0