tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38286238254242983212024-03-05T08:03:00.658-08:00Y sobre todo mirar con inocenciaMerce Des' Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02856685573048008379noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828623825424298321.post-55822469695115747292010-01-03T12:41:00.000-08:002010-01-03T12:47:06.732-08:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> ERNESTO CARDENAL</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;">Esta será mi <b>venganza</b>:<br />
Que un día llegue a tus manos el libro de un poeta famoso<br />
y leas estas líneas que el autor escribió para ti<br />
y tú no lo sepas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: x-small;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Me contaron que estabas enamorada de otro<br />
y entonces me fue a mi cuarto<br />
y escribí ese artículo contra el Gobierno<br />
por el que estoy <b>preso</b>.</span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;">Te doy, Claudia, estos versos, porque tú eres su dueña.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"> Los he escrito sencillos para que tú los entiendas.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"> Son para ti solamente, pero si a ti no te interesan,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"> un día se divulgarán tal vez por toda Hispanoamérica</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"> Y si al amor que los dictó, tú también lo desprecias,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"> <b>otras soñarán con este amor que no fue para ellas</b>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"> Y tal vez verás, Claudia, que estos poemas,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"> (escritos para conquistarte a ti ) despiertan</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"> en otras parejas enamoradas que los lean</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"> los besos que en ti no despertó el poeta.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"> <b>Al perderte yo a ti tú y yo hemos perdido:</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><b> yo porque tú eras lo que yo más amaba</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><b> y tú porque yo era el que te amaba más.</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><b> Pero de nosotros dos <i>tú</i> pierdes más que yo:</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><b> porque yo podré amar a otras como te amaba a ti</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><b> <i>pero a ti no te amarán como te amaba yo.</i></b></span><br />
</div>Merce Des' Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02856685573048008379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828623825424298321.post-46301082549719307282009-12-13T16:09:00.001-08:002009-12-13T16:10:19.013-08:00<i>La ganaba una fatiga dulce, hubiera podido dormirse; quizá durmió unos<br />
instantes. Pero en ese interregno de abandono seguía pensando en Adriano y el tiempo, las<br />
palabras monótonas volvían como estribillos de una canción tonta, <b style="color: black;">el tiempo es la muerte</b>,<br />
un disfraz de la muerte, el tiempo es la muerte. Miraba el cielo, las golondrinas que jugaban<br />
sus límpidos juegos, chirriando brevemente como si trizaran la loza azul profundo del<br />
crepúsculo. Y también Adriano era la muerte.</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">Julio Cortázar <i><br />
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</div>Merce Des' Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02856685573048008379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828623825424298321.post-29444365520053621792009-12-06T20:13:00.000-08:002009-12-06T20:13:08.214-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tiene miedo de dormir porque tiene miedo de lo que va a encontrar al despertarse, y cada vez que se acuesta es como si estuviera en un andén despidiéndose a sí mismo</span><b>...</b><br />
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</div>Merce Des' Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02856685573048008379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828623825424298321.post-35471704034329147712009-11-14T12:11:00.001-08:002009-11-14T12:11:46.811-08:00<span style="font-size: small;"><i>No inútilmente se finge el fantasma. Llega un día en que se termina por serlo.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">No sé cómo me abandoné, pero era como un poema genial: no podía no ser escrito. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Alejandra Pizarnik</span>Merce Des' Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02856685573048008379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828623825424298321.post-29060754242037331362009-11-14T12:00:00.000-08:002009-11-14T12:00:07.874-08:00<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Es la música que supera todo lo que hasta ahora habíamos creído maravilloso</i><br />
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<h3 class="r" style="color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Rabindranath Tagore</span><em></em></h3>Merce Des' Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02856685573048008379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828623825424298321.post-25884143856167065002009-11-14T10:35:00.000-08:002009-11-16T13:07:49.601-08:00<div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1uC2h0ve22YfX-EuV9XIabbL3gN4V_0Rg24EahGzL_Ibm4sH5Jwc48X9Cafm60_cYCCevrUFU4CJKVqMAONnmEfErw8ZCNoBQkiN-EP6qo5FTUYvNCWzNbIUdAdv9JlOSlvEfs_7L_7E/s1600/hepburn_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1uC2h0ve22YfX-EuV9XIabbL3gN4V_0Rg24EahGzL_Ibm4sH5Jwc48X9Cafm60_cYCCevrUFU4CJKVqMAONnmEfErw8ZCNoBQkiN-EP6qo5FTUYvNCWzNbIUdAdv9JlOSlvEfs_7L_7E/s320/hepburn_l.jpg" /></a><br />
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<i><b>...No estarás para nada,<br />
no serás ni recuerdo,<br />
y cuando piense en ti<br />
pensaré un pensamiento<br />
que oscuramente<br />
trata de acordarse de ti.</b></i><br />
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</div>Merce Des' Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02856685573048008379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828623825424298321.post-42244231332372322092009-11-14T10:26:00.001-08:002009-11-16T19:18:09.078-08:00<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><i>En algún lecho del golfo de Corinto, una mujer contempla, a la luz del fuego, el perfil de su amante dormido.<br />
En la pared, se refleja la sombra.<br />
El amante, que yace a su lado, se irá. Al amanecer se irá a la guerra, se irá a la muerte. Y también la sombra, su compañera de viaje, se irá con él y con él morirá.<br />
Es noche todavía. La mujer recoge un tizón entre las brasas y dibuja, en la pared, el contorno de la sombra.<br />
<b>Esos trazos no se irán.<br />
No la abrazarán, y ella lo sabe. Pero no se irán.</b></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>...Andábamos sin buscarnos, </i></b></span><br />
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</div>Merce Des' Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02856685573048008379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828623825424298321.post-13272739701291100642009-11-14T07:04:00.000-08:002009-11-14T10:29:08.409-08:00<pre style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>¿Quién se jugó? ¿Quién se escapó?</i></span></span></pre><pre style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i> Parece ser el caos actual</i></span></span></pre><pre style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></pre><pre style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i> </i></b></span></span></pre><pre style="color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 20px;">Loquero
</span></pre>Merce Des' Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02856685573048008379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828623825424298321.post-56000475754903237222009-11-13T21:59:00.001-08:002009-11-14T10:29:44.505-08:00<div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"¿Volveré acaso a verte? ¿Serás eterno olvido? </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> ¿Jamás, lejos, mañana?, pregunto con tristeza.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Nunca estaremos juntos. Ignoro adónde irías.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Sé que te hubiera amado. Tú también lo sabías." </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /> <br />
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Que no sé a dónde huiste, ni sospechas mi ruta,<br />
¡Tú a quien hubiese amado. Oh tú, que lo supiste!</i></b><br />
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<i>Nada ha cambiado y sin embargo todo existe de otra manera. No puedo describirlo; es como <span style="font-size: large;">la Náusea</span> y sin embargo es precisamente lo contrario: al fin me sucede una aventura, y cuando me interrogo veo que me sucede que yo soy yo y estoy aquí; me siento feliz como un héroe de novela...</i><br />
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</div></div>Merce Des' Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02856685573048008379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828623825424298321.post-91789575036302922832009-11-13T21:17:00.001-08:002009-11-16T11:24:17.585-08:00<div style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><div style="color: #999999;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>No, mi corazón, no mientas<br />
estás hecho de piedra</b></span></i><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><b>why does it have to be this way</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><b>we drove each other crazy</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><b>bye bye babe</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><b>bye bye baby</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><b>Well...<span style="font-size: large;"> I guess it`s over and it`s done</span></b></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><b>we had some good times</b></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><b>we had fun</b></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><b>we drove each other crazy</b></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><b>I`ll always love you baby</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><b>Bye bye baby</b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><b>babe bye bye</b></span></span></i><br />
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To see if I still feel</b></span><br />
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</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><b>El amor en los tiempos de cólera</b><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>...Nada puede cambiar, nada ha cambiado allí donde todo fue dicho en su lugar justo <br />
y en su hora justa...</b></i></span><br />
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</style><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Quise o no quise. </span></span></i></b><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="color: #666666; margin-left: 27pt; text-align: left; text-indent: -27pt;"><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pero a veces</span></span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">me quisieron.</span></span></i></b><br />
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</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">También a mí</span></span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">me alegraban: la primavera,</span></span></i></b><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">las manos juntas, lo feliz.</span></span></i></b><br />
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</div><b style="color: #666666;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #666666;">Juan Gelman</span><br />
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Merce Des' Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02856685573048008379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828623825424298321.post-68493327233251607442009-11-06T09:20:00.000-08:002009-11-16T11:19:39.952-08:00<div style="background-color: black; color: #cfe2f3;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>VIDEO</b></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exT04NOdMQA" style="background-color: black; color: #fff2cc;">AMERICAN NIGHTMARE</a><span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79;"> </span><br />
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