tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38492311281253115602012-01-24T16:04:35.850-08:00*** des - formas ***Jaro Binâhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01560452824919807702noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849231128125311560.post-16657713379215751352012-01-24T16:04:00.001-08:002012-01-24T16:04:35.860-08:00plasmada<br /><br />sobre las olas,<br />sobre el monte venus<br /><br />está tu voz,<br />cuajando el destino<br /><br />para enterrarnos<br />en nuestra propia<br /><br />ausencia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3849231128125311560-1665771337921575135?l=ojodelaspuertasventana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jaro Binâhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01560452824919807702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849231128125311560.post-23142417367015970482008-12-19T23:16:00.000-08:002008-12-19T23:21:57.286-08:00clavado en un punto inexacto,<br />nació yeso de la hiedra<br /><br />no juegos<br />no hielo<br /><br />tallado madera ladera arriba,<br />perfiló plasma urbana<br /><br />puntas como grises<br />yesca como agua<br /><br /><br />del hada inicial<br />no ha quedado ala<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3849231128125311560-2314241736701597048?l=ojodelaspuertasventana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jaro Binâhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01560452824919807702noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849231128125311560.post-73944608033352923302008-08-10T22:03:00.000-07:002008-08-10T22:09:17.015-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"><strong>aquellas puertas<br />tienden a abandonarse abiertas<br /><br />se descuelgan de lo fugaz<br />para hacerse labio inexacto<br /><br />· ciudad abandonada, no había ni una forma ·<br /><br />· las sombras incluso, dibujadas abajo de la lluvia ·<br /><br />el espacio-espiral<br />se deglute adentro de un reloj<br /><br />no hay más gotas<br />cayendo en tobogán<br />todas flotan<br />sobre el marco de la puerta</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3849231128125311560-7394460803335292330?l=ojodelaspuertasventana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jaro Binâhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01560452824919807702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849231128125311560.post-53200639176305972932008-06-26T17:50:00.000-07:002008-06-26T18:35:51.124-07:00<span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Se abre</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>el juego</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Ya no hay abanicos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>ya no hay lágrimas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Sólo ésta inmensa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>realidad VERDE</strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3849231128125311560-5320063917630597293?l=ojodelaspuertasventana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jaro Binâhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01560452824919807702noreply@blogger.com2