tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326655232011-11-27T23:47:33.704-03:00Reiniciar y repensar, sólo esoRodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-88245305788773981402011-04-16T12:11:00.001-03:002011-04-16T12:21:44.359-03:00<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ll_9A-gKFBY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kV3BR4br4rs&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kV3BR4br4rs&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-8824530578877398140?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-70492452490497590152010-08-28T16:35:00.000-03:002010-08-28T16:36:13.356-03:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODMwMjQwNjEzNDMmcHQ9MTI4MzAyNDA3Njg1OSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTg3ZjUwZGMyMDQ2YjRiOWZiNDk*/N2FhNGZmZDI3NjM3.gif" /><center><p style="visibility:visible;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mff-mpodmin.swf" height="208" width="158" style="width:158px;height:208px"><param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mff-mpodmin.swf" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><param name="salign" value="TL" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="flashvars" 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Nnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-43968808603783112672010-08-27T10:53:00.001-03:002010-08-27T10:53:18.856-03:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyODI5MTcxMDQ*ODQmcHQ9MTI4MjkxNzEzMzk2OCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTUyZDQ4ZjdjNjhjMzRkNmM5NjM5/YTg2ZDY3ZTUxMWE2.gif" /><center><p style="visibility:visible;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mff-mpodmin.swf" height="208" width="158" style="width:158px;height:208px"><param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mff-mpodmin.swf" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><param name="salign" value="TL" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="flashvars" 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Nnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-38431734021360122502010-08-26T21:51:00.001-03:002010-08-26T22:03:11.423-03:00<center style="line-height:0;"><embed src="http://www.singingbox.com/singingbox.swf?user5=cm9kb2xmb24=" quality="high" width="194" height="19" name="sbox" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br><br /><a href="http://www.singingbox.org/" target="_blank" style="line-height:20px;"><br /><img src="http://www.singingbox.com/i/0066ff/6633cc.gif" border="0" /><br /></a></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-3843173402136012250?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-41906107266331719372010-08-25T21:22:00.000-03:002010-08-25T21:23:46.226-03:00<center><p style="VISIBILITY: visible"><object style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 311px" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" width="410" height="311" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></object><br /><a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/65011888"><img title="Get Music Tracks!" border="0" alt="Music" src="http://assets.mixpod.com/images/btn-get-tracks.gif" /></a><a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"><img title="Create Your Free Playlist!" border="0" alt="Playlist" src="http://assets.mixpod.com/images/btn-create.gif" /></a><a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/65011888"><img title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" border="0" alt="Ringtones" src="http://assets.mixpod.com/images/btn-get-ringtones.gif" /></a><br />Create a <a href="http://mixpod.com/">playlist</a> at <a href="http://mixpod.com/">MixPod.com</a></p></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-4190610726633171937?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-41080046299172608622010-08-12T13:10:00.003-03:002010-08-12T18:11:12.169-03:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?autoplay=4=file=3486fab" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height='132' width='353'><embed height='132' quality='high' src='http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8112dfd' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='353' wmode='transparent'"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-4108004629917260862?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-79146784055107600982010-08-12T10:21:00.005-03:002010-08-12T18:04:21.881-03:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=3486fab" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?7file=3486fab" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?%autoplay7/file=3486fab" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-7914678405510760098?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-40026922630528741832010-08-11T11:20:00.003-03:002010-08-11T12:34:23.542-03:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8112dfd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8112dfd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8112dfd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-4002692263052874183?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-70514845805706322712007-10-08T19:46:00.000-03:002007-10-08T19:53:52.568-03:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">AMIGOS:</span></em></strong></div><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">LOS ESPERO EN MIS OTROS BLOGS...</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;"><a href="http://poesiayprosa.blogspot.com/">POESIA Y PROSA.</a></span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><a href="http://estiloyderecho.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#993300;">ESTILO Y DERECHO</span></a></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"><a href="http://algodemusicacharlada.blogspot.com/">MUSICA CHARLADA</a>.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">. </span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Gracias.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Rodolfo</span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-7051484580570632271?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-84188479062651305382007-09-03T15:44:00.000-03:002007-09-05T19:31:51.512-03:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RtxYtOrR9CI/AAAAAAAAAH0/D8yHEqf1r2M/s1600-h/boru2%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106053611588285474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RtxYtOrR9CI/AAAAAAAAAH0/D8yHEqf1r2M/s320/boru2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Cuentan que había una tierra muy rica gobernada por un Rey guerrero con fama de muy cruel.</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Era un personaje temido y causaba espanto a su paso.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">De gran inteligencia,sumamente ingenioso le daba enorme importancia a la templanza y la imaginación.</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Quien posea esas virtudes no puede ser vencido, decía...</span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Cuando llegaba a su tierra, luego de una campaña existosa, reunía a los prisioneros capturados, los llevaba a una sala enorme y le ofrecía una opción para lograr su libertad: escapar tratando de evitar las flechas de los arqueros que se encontraban apostados en una esquina, o trasponer una enorme puerta ,ubicada en la otra esquina, que tenía grabadas cabezas ensangrentadas de antiguos prisioneros de otras campañas.</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Allí los hacía caminar en círculos, en tanto les decía, "Podeís escoger entre llegar a morir atravezados por las flechas de mis arqueros o pasar por aquella puerta donde los esperaré yo!.</span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Todos escogían el pasaje frente a los arqueros.</span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Al término de la guerra un soldado que había servido por mucho tiempo al Rey, le preguntó: Mi Señor, puedo haceros una pregunta?</span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">-Dí soldado-</span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">-¿Què había detrás de aquella puerta aterradora?</span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">-Vé a cerciorate, dijo el Rey-</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">El soldado se acercó temerosamente la puerta, y percibió que a medida que la abría los rayos de sol iluminaban todo...</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Al abrirla por completo, con enorme sorpresa el soldado vió que esa puerta, tan temida era el acceso a un camino que conducía a la libertad...</span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Deslumbrado, el soldado, escuchó entonces decir al Rey: Yo les daba la oportunidad pero ellos elegían morir a arriegarse a pasar por esa puerta...</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">.</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Cuántas puertas dejamos de abrir por miedo a arriesgar!</span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Cuántas veces perdemos la libertad y morimos por dentro porque no abrimos la puerta de nuestros sueños...</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">.</span></em></strong><br /></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">Este cuento me permitio gentilmente editarlo <a href="http://apraiadodestino.blogspot.com/">Lia .</a></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Rodolfo</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">09-07</span></strong></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-8418847906265130538?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-21568844521903534412007-08-22T08:27:00.000-03:002007-08-22T18:30:18.835-03:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RqH0Adomj-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/sYid7jcaC2M/s1600-h/fuente-pursisima2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089617342697476066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RqH0Adomj-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/sYid7jcaC2M/s320/fuente-pursisima2.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Percibo en el aire un aroma...</span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Será el tuyo ?</span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Cuando tu estrella no brilla desvanece mi</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"> universo ...</span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Si tu sonrisa se oculta</span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">mi cielo pierde sentido</span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Sabe tan bien tu ternura</span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">que no concibo tu ausencia</span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Te percibo</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"> en el rocio,</span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">en el aire... </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">y en el agua de la fuente<br />que adorna con su belleza<br />la ruta de mis tristezas</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">...</span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">No existen flores de olvido</span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">si mi jardín tu lo pueblas,</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">como no existe distancia </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">si siento aún, </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">aunque lejos...</span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">que tu sol brilla en mi esencia.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">.</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Rodolfo</span></em></strong></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">08.09</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-2156884452190353441?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-15239601459269334422007-08-14T19:12:00.000-03:002007-08-14T19:18:47.781-03:00<p><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/peJYozCHp9U"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/peJYozCHp9U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p><p><strong><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Queridos amigos, como complementeo del video de <a href="http://www.blogger.com/poesiayprosa.blogspot.com">poesia y prosa</a>, los hago partícipes de la presentación del libro "Un Espejo en el Alma", por parte de mi amigo el Dr.Jose Luis Arabito.</span></em></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-1523960145926933442?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-40126736432180512822007-07-24T19:16:00.000-03:002007-07-24T21:54:07.256-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://fasesdaluacheia.blogspot.com/"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Greentea</span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span>me dejo un desafío:</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Señalar el quinto párrafo de la página 161 del libro que estoy leyendo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">o que haya sido muy importante para mí.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Invito a quien quiera a unirse para compartir su lectura.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">"Un grano de arena en el desierto,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">una estrella en el firmamento,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">pero él,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">cerca del Abismo"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">"Creer".</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Carlos A Doartero</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-4012673643218051282?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-45537432690815475072007-07-03T05:48:00.000-03:002007-07-03T06:11:25.938-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RooSTGLtudI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6RBAQYQYwWE/s1600-h/puerta2%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082895248727587282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RooSTGLtudI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6RBAQYQYwWE/s320/puerta2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Una puerta abierta en un espacio<br /></div></span></strong></em><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">que su dueño regala al caminante?<br /></div></span></strong></em><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Un refugio para los dolientes?<br /></div></span></strong></em><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Una oportunidad para los amantes?<br /></div></span></strong></em><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Es acaso un corredor abierto a las heridas?<br /></div></span></strong></em><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Es el eco cruel de una canción de despedida?<br /></div></span></strong></em><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Un llamado de amor y bienvenida?<br /></div></span></strong></em><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">O es tal vez, simplemente,<br /></div></span></strong></em><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">una salida...</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Rodolfo.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">O7-07<br /></div></span></strong></em><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-4553743269081547507?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-16424555180317379912007-06-14T08:57:00.000-03:002007-06-14T14:43:58.976-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RnF9RzLqp1I/AAAAAAAAADg/GUwXg2EN-bk/s1600-h/Gota%2520de%2520Lluvia%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075975999773648722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RnF9RzLqp1I/AAAAAAAAADg/GUwXg2EN-bk/s320/Gota%2520de%2520Lluvia%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"> Chaparrones de abril...<br />Amores contrariados<br />de primaveras lejanas.<br />Que duende audaz robó todos tus besos?<br />Hoy hay un tango naciendo, melancólico y tierno.<br />Un bandoneón toca a lamento<br />la melodía brutal de un alma herida,<br />y en la febril canción de despedida<br />-borroneado tu encuentro, hoy imposible-<br />con una cadencia gris<br />empuja hacia el abismo.<br />Chaparrones de abril...<br />Nostalgia y pena.<br />.<br />Rodolfo<br />06-07</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-1642455518031737991?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-32916608871557334422007-04-29T11:54:00.000-03:002007-04-29T12:55:37.626-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RjS-XM6GOnI/AAAAAAAAACw/qLIDYYgORAI/s1600-h/destino3%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058877587255081586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RjS-XM6GOnI/AAAAAAAAACw/qLIDYYgORAI/s320/destino3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Ha iniciado un viaje en busca de sí mismo...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Impredecible travesía procurando... </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">¿quién sabe?.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Un viaje a las fronteras de su alma,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">recorriendo uno a uno sus fracasos, recuerdos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">amores, y mil sueños.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Tratará de bucear en sus paisajes interiores,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">tan bellos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">algunos.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Es misterioso el derrotero,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">si hasta le provoca miedo...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Sabe que encontrará adioses...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">desiertos de ternura, alegrías furtivas,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">y tal vez algun sueño concretado.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Pero también dolores profundos y heridas </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">que no cierran, ni cerrarán nunca...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Tal vez encuentre el origen de sus miedos</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">o el porque de su angustia,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">¿porqué no un consuelo?.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Impávido , aùn, inicia ese camino</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">sin siquiera pensar que su destino</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">no permite retornos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">Rodolfo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;">04-07</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-3291660887155733442?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-34618006409723807132007-04-21T17:59:00.000-03:002007-04-22T08:19:42.724-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RilFxRd0STI/AAAAAAAAACg/gze0tr8tomQ/s1600-h/sol[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055648769504463154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RilFxRd0STI/AAAAAAAAACg/gze0tr8tomQ/s320/sol%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Che, chabón encurdelado !<br />Piantate del averno que te asfixia<br />Buscate un pedacito de ilusión,<br />subí por la escalera caracol<br />hasta el extremo mismo del dolor<br />para atraparla...<br />Iluminate con el sol que alguna vez<br />pintó tu piel color café,<br />en aquel tiempo en que vos,<br />puerrete y picaflor,<br />pensaba que la vida era ilusión<br />que el tiempo no pasaba y que Dios<br />no sólo no existía...<br />eras vos.<br />Dejá aquella pasión de farabute<br />que alguna vez te encandiló en una catrera...<br />-hilachas de calor, hoy flores secas-<br />Buscá , si es que podés, la calle aquella que te vió,<br />jugar a la rayuela.<br />Trepate al aroma ensoñador<br />que desde la esquina de un balcón<br />llora un malvón...<br />Hacele un guiño picarón al corazón,<br />tomá la delantera en el curvón<br />y aunque no exista un podio triunfador,<br />en el amor,<br />por clase y convicción...<br />Che chabón...<br />Sos ganador!<br />.<br />Rodolfo<br />04-07</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-3461800640972380713?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-75767456491061450812007-03-17T15:43:00.000-03:002007-03-23T16:28:53.520-03:00<a href="http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=afd61ac">http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=afd61ac</a><br />(para escuchar "adios nonino", pulsar arriba.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RfxCWzYeMWI/AAAAAAAAABY/ELBdJavChIs/s1600-h/alma_de_bandoneon%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042978642265518434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/RfxCWzYeMWI/AAAAAAAAABY/ELBdJavChIs/s320/alma_de_bandoneon%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#666600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#666600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#666600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#666600;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">La queja de un bandoneón,</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">balbucea sin sentido </span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">la cadencia perdida </span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">de un adios infinito...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">No está...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Que llore el tango su melodía absurda.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">De qué vale ?</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Los cristales de luz</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">que inundaban sus ojos</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">se los robó una estrella,</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">y el ángel del alcohol</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">desdibujo sus huellas...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">En la esquina de un bar,</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">abrumado de hastìo</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">un porteño trasnocha</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">sus delirios de vino...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Rodolfo</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">03-07</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-7576745649106145081?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-4546261977430097832007-02-24T10:00:00.000-03:002007-02-24T10:26:06.628-03:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/ReA8fV9_UAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/u4i9FvE6qRs/s1600-h/neblina[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035090892570972162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tPuXochKqF8/ReA8fV9_UAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/u4i9FvE6qRs/s320/neblina%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">El loco vendaval del sentimiento</span></em></strong></div><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">inundo de asperezas la esperanza.</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">No ves que ya llegó la madrugada?</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">No ves que el sol se filtra ya por tu ventana?</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Inútiles esperas...</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Tediosas y hasta odiosas.</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Total si hasta la vida misma es un misterio</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Que más dá que el amor sea una fábula?</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">y que ella misma sea quiza inexistente...</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">.</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Poema</span></em></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-454626197743009783?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1168977251653971962007-01-16T16:46:00.000-03:002007-01-16T16:54:11.673-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4511/3573/1600/815833/20060401140642-manos-alzadas-con-mariposa[1].jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4511/3573/320/921972/20060401140642-manos-alzadas-con-mariposa%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#00cccc;"> .<br /></span><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Manos, tus pequeñas manos...<br />Que historias hermosas , inmaculadas<br />digitando ternuras<br />grabaron tus pequeñas manos...<br />Rubores y deslices,<br />temores y promesas<br />escritos con la tibia complicidad<br />de aquella luna...<br />Robándole la magia al sueño...<br />Aquellas tus pequeñas manos.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Poema</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">01-07<br /></div></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-116897725165397196?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1168190385243501962007-01-07T12:57:00.000-03:002007-01-07T14:19:45.626-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4511/3573/1600/451255/paraiso.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4511/3573/320/849479/paraiso.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"> Alimenta tus sueños, me decían...<br />Y yo lo creí, inocentemente.<br />Olvidé que los sueños<br />viven en un mundo diferente<br />intangible y silente.<br />.<br />Y alimente mis sueños,<br />poblándolos de imágenes deseadas por mi mente<br />con amaneceres eternos y seres sin sombra...<br />que comparten en gracia<br />el placer de la gloria.<br />.<br />Un día , enancada en una brisa fría,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">la realidad me dijo simplemente:<br />Despierta, aqui estoy yo...<br />soy diferente ...<br />.<br />Rodolfo 1-07 </span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-116819038524350196?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1166496962245413392006-12-18T23:37:00.000-03:002006-12-18T23:56:02.260-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4511/3573/1600/780913/petalos[1].jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4511/3573/320/592635/petalos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Como el tallo agresivo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">de una rosa otoñal,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">tan inasible,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">tu amor..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">transita su rutina de espinas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">ausente hasta el perfume...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">marchito , sin color,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">pétalos mustios.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Olvido y dolor.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Poema- 12-06</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-116649696224541339?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1164488495995926722006-11-25T17:47:00.000-03:002006-11-25T18:04:19.496-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4511/3573/1600/468843/nota1d[1].jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4511/3573/320/581214/nota1d%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Amanecì recordando<br />aquel romance eterno de los malvones rojos<br />con las casonas viejas de mi pueblo chico ...<br />Y el perfume frutal de la arboleda nueva<br />viajando con la brisa de abril<br />hacia los puertos vìrgenes<br />de pasados dolientes...<br />Que tierno es evocarte tierra mìa<br />entre estos esqueletos de cemento !<br />Devuèlveme un instante el canto de un grillo<br />en la mañana ,<br />tu paisaje infinito de montañas<br />y mi ayer indòcil como el viento...<br />.<br />Poema 11-06 </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-116448849599592672?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1162700407843685492006-11-05T01:01:00.000-03:002006-11-05T01:20:07.863-03:00<strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">En la medianoche de un sàbado nuevo.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">espera impaciente, su habitual desvelo...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Galopan recuerdos que nunca le dejan</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">y llantos de luna que habitan su pieza.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Vuela madrugada, traele el domingo</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">el sueño ...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">su sueño,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">hoy tampoco vino....</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Poema</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">11-06</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-116270040784368549?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1159534009410923922006-09-29T09:46:00.000-03:002006-10-21T07:43:32.046-03:00<a href="http://www.box.net/lite/crxg7ahqx3"><img src="http://www.box.net/lite/image/crxg7ahqx3.png" border="0" /></a><br /><small>share your files at <a href="http://www.box.net/lite">box.net</a></small><br /><small></small><br /><small><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Escuchando la letra de este tango</span></em></strong></small><br /><small><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">la esperanza se cubre de arrabal...</span></em></strong></small><br /><small><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Los sueños se sumergen en el fango</span></em></strong></small><br /><small><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">de una calle suburbana del gotan...</span></em></strong></small><br /><small><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Bandoneones alegres me recuerdan</span></em></strong></small><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><small>que tus pasos se acercan, </small><small>y que un dìa </small></span></em></strong><br /><small><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">serpenteando por las calles silenciosas,</span></em></strong></small><br /><small><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">mi sueño mas feliz se cumplirà...</span></em></strong></small><br /><small><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">.</span></em></strong></small><br /><small><strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Poema 10-06</span></em></strong></small><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-115953400941092392?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1159310679690240592006-09-26T19:40:00.000-03:002007-10-31T23:32:34.328-03:00<object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="65" width="310" data="http://www.box.net/mp3player/player.swf?playlistURL="></object><br /><small>share your files at <a href="http://www.box.net/lite">box.net</a></small><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-115931067969024059?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1159015706654996082006-09-23T09:46:00.000-03:002006-09-23T10:24:46.216-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/1600/n121[1].jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/320/n121%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Bella mujer de rostro inmaculado,<br />tu perfil griego, severo e inmutable<br />lleva escondido, presiento, algùn mensaje...<br />Me quedè absorto, sumergido en tu mirada altiva...<br />Què habrà soñado quien se robò tu imàgen...?<br />Tendrìas ojeras, sin muerte,<br />donde el llanto se pierde...?<br />Serìas , en cambio, refugio de dulzuras...?<br />Què habràs sentido, mujer...?<br />Què habràs sentido...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Poema 09-06</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-115901570665499608?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1158898135791471362006-09-22T01:05:00.000-03:002006-09-22T01:43:42.970-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/1600/poemaJPG.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/320/poemaJPG.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"> Un poema agonizaba en el olvido</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">encerrado entre letras de ilusión</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Su mensaje buscaba aquel destino,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">la poesía que un día le inspiró...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Una playa encontró su huella herida,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">una ola de amor la cobijó.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">La poesía de pronto cobró vida</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">y el poema en la arena se grabó...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"> .</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Poema 09-06</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-115889813579147136?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1158264319959753592006-09-14T16:33:00.000-03:002007-12-15T16:36:56.412-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/1600/llamarada.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/320/llamarada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">Vacio en mi corazón...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">labios dormidos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">Besos escondidos</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">tras remolinos de tedio,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">incomprensible sino...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">Un sentimiento fugitivo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">marcha al olvido.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">Aquella llamarada de sol,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">vivió un instante</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">en tu mirada profunda</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">y hoy distante...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">Poema 09-06</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-115826431995975359?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1157499925721412222006-09-05T20:21:00.000-03:002006-09-07T00:51:00.836-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/1600/manos[1].jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/320/manos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"> Manos ...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">esas tiernas manos,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">tan fieles al calor de aquel corazón</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">que una vez le dijo sí a la vida...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Manos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">que al acariciar ardían suaves y ténues</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">como la luz esquiva y cómplice </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">de un candíl en la noche.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Manos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Las tuyas..</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Poema 9-06</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-115749992572141222?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1157360917486755972006-09-04T05:30:00.000-03:002006-09-05T11:28:23.943-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/1600/paisaje%20invernal.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/320/paisaje%20invernal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Nos perdimos en un paisaje invernal<br />de mutuas desconfianzas...<br />Yo me llevé de ti,<br />el último reflejo de tus ojos,<br />una lágrima contenida,<br />y una palabra de amor...<br />Si acaso vuelves, y observas extrañada<br />que de tu ayer y mi ayer no existe nada,<br />busca entre las sombras de la alcoba.<br />Hallarás un poema herido que agoniza<br />esperando la poesía que navega,<br />en las aguas de tu lánguida mirada...<br />.<br />Poema. 9.06 </span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-115736091748675597?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1156615189166329102006-08-26T14:54:00.000-03:002006-08-26T15:30:39.816-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/1600/plaza%20de%20tornquist.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/320/plaza%20de%20tornquist.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Como un espejo, reflejos que encandilan</span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">años primeros, inicios de la vida...</span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">La plaza aquella ,que vive todavía</span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">guarda un tesoro de cisnes y glicinas,</span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">sabor a besos, un recuerdo ,</span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">y un alma herida...</span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">.</span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Poema 08-06</span></strong></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-115661518916632910?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1156373168489539122006-08-23T19:07:00.001-03:002006-08-23T21:31:10.286-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/1600/CA9HatardecerJ82R.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/320/CA9HatardecerJ82R.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#990000;"> Atardece...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Agoniza un día más sin ella...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">El sol de despojó de su último destello,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">y una lánguida estrella,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">se acicala tras la luna invernal...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Las luciérnagas encienden sus antorchas,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">y cerca...muy cerca</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">un recuerdo vislumbra que ha llegado</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">el instante preciso, en que, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">poblado de nostálgias y sueños,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">ya pasados,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">volverá , como lo hace cada noche,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">a abrumar de dolor un corazón...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Poema 08-06</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-115637316848953912?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1156079626501230722006-08-20T10:04:00.000-03:002006-09-03T10:34:55.103-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/1600/basgtango[1].jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/320/basgtango%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#990000;"> Como los compases cadenciosos de algun tango</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">con la nostalgia de algun dolor reciente</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">remuevo en mi interior y pienso:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">la vida tiene giros imprevistos...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Somos como notas extraviadas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">en el duro pentagrama de la vida,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">que transformo la dulce melodìa,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">y los acordes sensuales de aquel tango,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">en ruidos monocordes, sin calor,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">ni poesìa...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Poema<br /></span></strong>8-06</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-115607962650123072?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32665523.post-1155488322370398972006-08-13T13:57:00.000-03:002006-08-13T16:12:38.416-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/1600/Copia%20de%20Copia%20de%20P8120011.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4511/3573/400/Copia%20de%20Copia%20de%20P8120011.jpg" border="0" /></a>Oleo (editado)<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Mi angel herido,<br />navegas sin rumbo...<br />Tormentas pasadas,<br />locuras sin tiempo,<br />trajeron un llanto,<br />que llueve en tu mar...<br />Y allí a la deriva,<br />sin anclar tu alma,<br />un viento rebelde,<br />se llevó tu paz.<br />Un amor absurdo,<br />pero tan profundo...<br />Un amor extraño<br />que esta en alta mar,<br />donde una sirena,<br />que grita tu nombre<br />te abruma, te absorbe,<br />te aleja...<br />y te vas...<br />Mi ángel herido<br />alma de mi alma,<br />un velero nuevo,<br />te invito a abordar,<br />y desde este puerto,<br />remonta las olas,<br />y corre al encuentro,<br />de quien amas, ya...<br />Si pudiera acaso,<br />o me permitieras,<br />asumir tu pena,<br />darte nuevas fuerzas<br />ayudarte a bogar,<br />te regalaría mis felices días </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">y te robaria tus días de pesar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Tomaría todas tus tristezas nuevas,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">y con mi vida entera ,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">colmaría tus bodegas de sueños y paz...<br />.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">En la travesía<br />tan sólo recuerda,<br />que quien hoy te habla,<br />fue y es tu papá... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Poema</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32665523-115548832237039897?l=unpoemanuevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodolfo Nnoreply@blogger.com6