<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:41:05.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>locura sana</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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engalana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y en los ríos multiplica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finas hierbas y tachuelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como nubes almidona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La parada de la aurora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bien esperan con aliento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y a los vientos disimulan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un rocío con sus grietas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flores blancas de sus piernas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y la puerta que es vacía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada instante entre rejas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre humos y goteras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frutos rojos relevantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El viajante de hojarrasca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha olvidado ya el pasado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abre sobrio con sus alas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horizontes por acaso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y sus dientes no declaman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas quimeran la esplanada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son romances del ocaso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que se entregan a la fiera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y la dama del sombrero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No saluda con banderas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se balanza con compases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y sonríes de regazo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nace el cielo y sustituto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De bravía cola enferma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retapiza cobre y lazo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vía blanca y montañosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mariposa con su trompa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teje muelles de la espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Envenena los espacios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como brisa, como pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y en lo alto como espuma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fluyen formas consecuencia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como bosques submarinos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veo tierra, veo charcos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo sube entre leños&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otros van para adelante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giran bellos esos astros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y estimulan el abrazo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son columpios de la vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vienen, posan en altura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pura y vuela aurea mula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que revuelve los peldaños.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las lagunas del Olimpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya me llaman a tu encuentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con sus pieles y sus pasos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cual semilla surca un manto."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-913113152412985610?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-8278734895197729137</id><published>2011-09-06T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T06:11:22.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uifmm-rWqmU/TmYb5Jwy6QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V45v6WCZld4/s1600/RadiantHeart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uifmm-rWqmU/TmYb5Jwy6QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V45v6WCZld4/s320/RadiantHeart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649233451269941506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Corazón del cielo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pájaro de fuego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Más allá del horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuente centelleante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madre cósmica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corazón de la tierra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fértil tela de la vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agua cristalina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sangre, flor y arcilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corazón del hombre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Palpitante y amoroso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hermano viajero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Manos que ofrendan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Profundo sentimiento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entro en la divina realidad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esperanza milenaria de las piedras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girando en el eje mestizo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Son finas altitudes espumantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bella filosofía de la nada total.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viajo en mis sentidos estelares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busco el encuentro de lo también esperado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Con sorpresas en el camino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disminuyendo en la evolución, música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creciendo en el espíritu, silencio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corazón que se transforma..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-8278734895197729137?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/8278734895197729137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=8278734895197729137' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/8278734895197729137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/8278734895197729137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2011/09/corazon.html' title='Corazón'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uifmm-rWqmU/TmYb5Jwy6QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V45v6WCZld4/s72-c/RadiantHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-7821991049374006826</id><published>2011-08-29T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:26:04.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oda al árbol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97oHT4U6S-c/TlvLlZtPh_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/LNH4cVZ72Zw/s1600/PB190161.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97oHT4U6S-c/TlvLlZtPh_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/LNH4cVZ72Zw/s320/PB190161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646330401255294962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Arbol, gran maestra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memoria viva de la tierra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arbol, madre de los pájaros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tú que muestras el camino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No llores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arbol, amiga y hermana,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dadora de vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Medicina y protectora."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-7821991049374006826?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/7821991049374006826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=7821991049374006826' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-4088725574948651204</id><published>2011-08-29T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:24:19.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornuccopia, la tierra de abundancia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvI05d50vOY/TlvLMQhVULI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9JUpwcN0n8k/s1600/Cornucopia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvI05d50vOY/TlvLMQhVULI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9JUpwcN0n8k/s320/Cornucopia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646329969292693682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Bienvenido seas Oh sol del día,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El roble y sus brotes reverencian,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y los nimbos se abren a tu luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porqué los ríos sacian las sed de la mar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y al atardecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Felices,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como vuelo de pájaro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailan los hombres celebrando la vida"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-4088725574948651204?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvI05d50vOY/TlvLMQhVULI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9JUpwcN0n8k/s72-c/Cornucopia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-2795938372764365711</id><published>2011-08-29T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:16:16.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Seré pecador por querer tanto tu corazón cautivo?&lt;div&gt;Espero la noche para en mis sueños besar tus labios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siento que muero..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-2795938372764365711?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-2464448510845989605</id><published>2011-08-29T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:49:39.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silencio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxuXYxuKbUo/TlwXdwhl0cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LAFPinw3Zj0/s1600/Silencio1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxuXYxuKbUo/TlwXdwhl0cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LAFPinw3Zj0/s320/Silencio1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646413832825196994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Tu silencio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sepulcro y punzante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu silencio me mata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu silencio me libera de tu encanto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como rayo en tronco quebrado que rebrota a la luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu silencio es profesor culto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Su lección eleva mi espíritu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me hace crecer y entender,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La novela pudiente de un amor no correspondido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y en el viaje los trenes se cruzan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como túnel sin tiempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sin cielo, sin mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy soy, solo soy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silencio."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                        Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-2464448510845989605?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/2464448510845989605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=2464448510845989605' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-7116536397675043128</id><published>2011-08-29T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:52:11.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6pEs0XE8Vo/TlwYCCOgqrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fXDg8CIpVEo/s1600/cordileraandes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6pEs0XE8Vo/TlwYCCOgqrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fXDg8CIpVEo/s200/cordileraandes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646414456052296370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Serás soberana como la majestuosa montaña,&lt;div&gt;Y la divina clemencia que emanan tus ojos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será inspiración, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los regozijantes retoños de tu pecho bravío"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-7116536397675043128?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/7116536397675043128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=7116536397675043128' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/7116536397675043128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/7116536397675043128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2011/08/biru.html' title='Biru'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6pEs0XE8Vo/TlwYCCOgqrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fXDg8CIpVEo/s72-c/cordileraandes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-1824580395098277592</id><published>2011-08-29T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:54:58.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Después en lejanía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JpO8Un1OMoU/TlwYser3hWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z1p4H4diikg/s1600/P4030030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JpO8Un1OMoU/TlwYser3hWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z1p4H4diikg/s320/P4030030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646415185246127458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yo canto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi dolor es inspiración,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El arte, trascendencia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi rezo, el camino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Servicio y devoción.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me fortalezco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No desespero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tranquilo en mi interior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soy débil, lo sé,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La madre tierra nos enseña a ser buenos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A caminar con verdad, belleza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A ser unión y reconocerlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En la rueda del amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honremos la vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seamos lo que nos trajo el aliento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentirnos eternos en nuestro ser."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-1824580395098277592?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/1824580395098277592/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JpO8Un1OMoU/TlwYser3hWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z1p4H4diikg/s72-c/P4030030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-1164102784860394277</id><published>2011-06-09T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:55:40.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera Silenciosa, en honor a Rachel Carson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dzQZupwQxaE/TfDW_p87FJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ojzg9yAbJR0/s1600/rachel-carson1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dzQZupwQxaE/TfDW_p87FJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ojzg9yAbJR0/s200/rachel-carson1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616225124412494994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"El silencio de los bosques,&lt;div&gt;Sin pájaros ni mariposas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es como el silencio del hombre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que ignora por el devenir de sus hijos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que de sus bocas no salgan gritos de dolor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sino el canto vistorioso de vivir."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roque &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-1164102784860394277?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/1164102784860394277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dzQZupwQxaE/TfDW_p87FJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ojzg9yAbJR0/s72-c/rachel-carson1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-4381461456622849412</id><published>2011-05-13T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:03:45.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adiós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xMAO6mOi-8/TlwavuomspI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dMM2HIJUen8/s1600/adios.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xMAO6mOi-8/TlwavuomspI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dMM2HIJUen8/s320/adios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646417440090272402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Esa noche te lloré,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De mañana recordé,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En el día te olvidé,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y más tarde sonreí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ese siempre Adiós,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asesino y compañero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adiós que mata y liberta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sin más agonía que vivir."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-4381461456622849412?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/4381461456622849412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=4381461456622849412' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/4381461456622849412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/4381461456622849412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2011/05/adios.html' title='Adiós'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xMAO6mOi-8/TlwavuomspI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dMM2HIJUen8/s72-c/adios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-8349763010843768883</id><published>2010-10-01T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:15:16.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Araucanía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUPnQVpsGBA/TfDVQ3Z3RlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zIBK8dsZujY/s1600/volcan1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUPnQVpsGBA/TfDVQ3Z3RlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zIBK8dsZujY/s320/volcan1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616223221058061906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entre los pinos ya puedo ver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El grito vivo de toda mi tierra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El hombro fuerte y el vuelo puro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cielo estrellado de noche bella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Son otros verdes que colorean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El horizonte eterno hoy de mis venas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El canto tibio como un tambor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pulso fecundo de la frontera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entre los pinos ya puedo ver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La autenticidad de la araucaria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Las medicinas y las historias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un canto vivo de la memoria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sol atraviesa las nubes grises,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y bien bendice a toda mi gente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vive latente la savia mía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mis aguas fluyen desde tu fuente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-8349763010843768883?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/8349763010843768883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=8349763010843768883' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-7588056550103087991</id><published>2010-10-01T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:20:23.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como flor en primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shNsBGGd5iQ/TfDWhxVPPvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uZGjPaNnCTE/s1600/foto_primavera_3041hi6goj.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shNsBGGd5iQ/TfDWhxVPPvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uZGjPaNnCTE/s200/foto_primavera_3041hi6goj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616224610997452530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Y la lluvia era azucena,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como desabrochada y liberta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y en la montaña distante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La escarcha depara la costa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo y en silencio despierto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desenmascarado y por mera sorpresa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atento sin más que nada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sintiendo tu olor, tu alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pasos de fueguina silueta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Son tus ojos un destello, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eres la noche más bella,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como flor en primavera."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roque Saenz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-7588056550103087991?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/7588056550103087991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=7588056550103087991' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/7588056550103087991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/7588056550103087991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2010/10/como-flor-en-primavera.html' title='Como flor en primavera'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shNsBGGd5iQ/TfDWhxVPPvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uZGjPaNnCTE/s72-c/foto_primavera_3041hi6goj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-7383717126410601107</id><published>2010-09-24T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:58:45.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te vi llegar</title><content type='html'>"De pies descalzos te vi llegar danzando,&lt;div&gt;Entrando al circulo, como viento, como fuego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De tus manos se abrían margaritas perfumadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y los pajaritos te saludaban al paso y al vuelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y en la cascada tu luz se hizo melodía."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-7383717126410601107?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/7383717126410601107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=7383717126410601107' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/7383717126410601107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/7383717126410601107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2010/09/te-vi-llegar.html' title='Te vi llegar'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-3359059511417329130</id><published>2010-07-12T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:30:30.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XSNoNGS2nFY/TfDYzChb5DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wNgG6BLC1qM/s1600/sombra.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XSNoNGS2nFY/TfDYzChb5DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wNgG6BLC1qM/s200/sombra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616227106693047346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sombra de montaña nevada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sombra de nube y de vuelo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sombra del sol y la luna,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sombra de la tierra y del hombre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Generando sombras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un teatro asombroso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De sombría luz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luz que genera sombras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sombría realidad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sombra muy real,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realeza de sombras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Príncipe sombrío,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Herencia de sombras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sombra heredada del Sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sombra que escapa de la luz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sombra de mi sombra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Son sombras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simples y profundas sombras."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-3359059511417329130?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/3359059511417329130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XSNoNGS2nFY/TfDYzChb5DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wNgG6BLC1qM/s72-c/sombra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-2313775551959004725</id><published>2010-07-05T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:39:27.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un segundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IF_masDzK54/TfDbCw_qGJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1zHGTGXFJr0/s1600/un%2Bsegundo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IF_masDzK54/TfDbCw_qGJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1zHGTGXFJr0/s200/un%2Bsegundo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616229575889131666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"En un segundo te encontré,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;libre en grande vuelo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tú vivías con secretos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como chocolate relleno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En un segundo pude tocarte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eras sol de mediodía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yo sentía el aire denso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como nubes de lluvia y rosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En un segundo te hice mía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;las velas abrían sombras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tú caminabas sin vergüenza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como una ola en la bahía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En un segundo enloquecí,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tus caricias permitían,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yo en tí me hice presente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como mordisco, como herida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En un segundo te perdí,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como otoño en primavera,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;el tiempo se hizo dueño,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como una puerta que se cierra."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-2313775551959004725?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/2313775551959004725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=2313775551959004725' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/2313775551959004725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/2313775551959004725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2010/07/un-segundo.html' title='Un segundo'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IF_masDzK54/TfDbCw_qGJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1zHGTGXFJr0/s72-c/un%2Bsegundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-6350837987876945702</id><published>2010-07-03T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:46:20.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuantos, cuantas?</title><content type='html'>"Cuantos pétalos viste una rosa&lt;div&gt;En su constante búsqueda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De imprimir su perfume de diosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuantas nubes recorren el cielo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como cama de algodón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y rayos atravesando su ceno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuantos tiempos ejercen el ritmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como estaciones caducas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regaladas a lo mismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuantas vidas resumen tu espíritu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reviendo la experiencia suprema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De liberar el circulo y el mito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuantos, cuantas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya más nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo es menos ahora uno"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-6350837987876945702?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/6350837987876945702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=6350837987876945702' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/6350837987876945702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/6350837987876945702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2010/07/cuantos-cuantas.html' title='Cuantos, cuantas?'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-7936424842480234899</id><published>2010-07-03T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:32:24.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cayendro</title><content type='html'>"Alas que enraizan,&lt;div&gt;Semillas que vuelan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Círculos perfumados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un abrazo sin tiempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rayo de luna y fuego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En un retorno planetario,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apoyando lo viejo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intuyendo lo nuevo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin más que todo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danza con sabor a giro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una armoniosa manía de buscarte en el mar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-7936424842480234899?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/7936424842480234899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=7936424842480234899' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/7936424842480234899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/7936424842480234899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2010/07/cayendro.html' title='Cayendro'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-1791959468830950495</id><published>2010-06-14T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:48:13.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montaña y Mar</title><content type='html'>"Perpetuas islas del Pacífico Andino,&lt;div&gt;Navegante paisaje, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olear disparejo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algas cintileantes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peñascos coloridos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suave brisa de sal y piedra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mar Oh divino Océano,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tí me entrego todo día.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde la montaña más alta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corren mis aguas a tí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aguilas y gaviotas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truchas y corvinas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sol del mediodía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descanso de las alturas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cielo abierto y azul soberano,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viento encaracolado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tus arenas son mis pies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-1791959468830950495?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/1791959468830950495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=1791959468830950495' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/1791959468830950495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/1791959468830950495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2010/06/montana-y-mar.html' title='Montaña y Mar'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-5168468034931352475</id><published>2009-12-20T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:52:24.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paso</title><content type='html'>"Y el día nació con la noche,&lt;br /&gt;Como un umbral encontrado,&lt;br /&gt;En un sinuoso expirar conspirado.&lt;br /&gt;Atravesando arboledas lejanas,&lt;br /&gt;Eran largas las horas,&lt;br /&gt;Y el tiempo se quedaba mudo.&lt;br /&gt;Como un colchón de rosas,&lt;br /&gt;Yo tb me callo la boca,&lt;br /&gt;Con un beso estremecido.&lt;br /&gt;Aurora de los confines tejida,&lt;br /&gt;Yo elijo el camino."&lt;br /&gt;                                      Roque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-5168468034931352475?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/5168468034931352475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=5168468034931352475' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/5168468034931352475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/5168468034931352475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2009/12/paso.html' title='Paso'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-3163492477693373697</id><published>2009-11-16T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:56:08.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evoluviendo</title><content type='html'>"Eran piedras esculpidas por el tiempo, &lt;div&gt;memoria viva del fuego de las estrellas.&lt;div&gt;Eran finas hierbas que, desafiando la gravedad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;solapaban medicinas del querer terreno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eran animales, profesores del camino verdadero, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guías entre dientes, plumas y lenguas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eran hombres, guardianes del sueño, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oradores de Dios y su manifestación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora es ceniza, polvo colorido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todo es hoy lo que será..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-3163492477693373697?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/3163492477693373697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=3163492477693373697' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/3163492477693373697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/3163492477693373697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2009/11/evoluviendo.html' title='evoluviendo'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-8278495249204907787</id><published>2009-10-19T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:50:23.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"In the beginning of all things, wisdom and knowledge were with animals; for Tirawa, the One Above, did not speak directly to man. He sent certain animals to tell men that he showed himself through the beasts, and that from them, and from the stras and the sun and the moon, man should learn. Tirawa spoke to man trough his works."&lt;div&gt;Chief Letakots-lesa of the Pawnee Tribe to Natalie Curtis, c.1904&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-8278495249204907787?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/8278495249204907787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=8278495249204907787' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/8278495249204907787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/8278495249204907787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-beginning-of-all-things-wisdom-and.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-1417821118580516132</id><published>2009-10-19T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:45:43.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Y la noche supo lo que alimenta al día,&lt;div&gt;Era un puma que quiso volar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y entre sus grandes garras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El Willca, confiante y visionario,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se fundió en eclipse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como lava llegando al mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como un humo regalado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con nubes asomadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin segurar, sin poseer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En un instante eterno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y como siempre el regreso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El cóndor vuelve a su cumbre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y renace con el día,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recorriendo el transparente espacio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iluminando, iluminando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corazones y corazones..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-1417821118580516132?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/1417821118580516132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=1417821118580516132' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/1417821118580516132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/1417821118580516132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-la-noche-supo-lo-que-alimenta-al-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-1220509161067859080</id><published>2009-10-19T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:41:23.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ampacha suma pankara,&lt;div&gt;Willjiriu chhama cthasispa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huillirtat hachanacam uñjasin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apacham suma pankara"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tranquilízate hermosa flor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El que hace la claridad del día se oscureciera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viendo tus lágrimas derramadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tranquilízate hermosa flor"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-1220509161067859080?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/1220509161067859080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=1220509161067859080' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/1220509161067859080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/1220509161067859080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2009/10/ampacha-suma-pankara-willjiriu-chhama.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-7254710318634182971</id><published>2009-10-19T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:38:36.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Los vientos que a veces quitan algo que amamos, son los mismos que traen algo que aprendemos a amar... Por eso no debemos llorar por lo que nos fue quitado y sí aprender a amar lo que nos fue dado. Pues todo aquello que es realmente nuestro , nunca se va para siempre"&lt;div&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-7254710318634182971?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/7254710318634182971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=7254710318634182971' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/7254710318634182971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/7254710318634182971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2009/10/los-vientos-que-veces-quitan-algo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-6098227773567141825</id><published>2009-10-19T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:34:58.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Los guerreros de la libertad total escogen el momento y modo de su partida de este mundo. Es entonces que los consume un fuego interior y desaparecen de la faz de la tierra, libres, como si nunca hubiesen existido"&lt;div&gt;Carlos Castañeda - Fuego Interior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-6098227773567141825?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/6098227773567141825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=6098227773567141825' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/6098227773567141825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/6098227773567141825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2009/10/los-guerreros-de-la-libertad.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-8319246427871153870</id><published>2009-09-11T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:01:11.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades (Neruda)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial;"&gt;¨Saudade é solidão acompanhada,&lt;br /&gt;é quando o amor ainda não foi embora,&lt;br /&gt;mas o amado já...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou,&lt;br /&gt;é recusar um presente que nos machuca,&lt;br /&gt;é não ver o futuro que nos convida...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam,&lt;br /&gt;é a dor dos que ficaram para trás,&lt;br /&gt;é o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam...&lt;br /&gt;Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade:&lt;br /&gt;aquela que nunca amou.&lt;br /&gt;E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos:&lt;br /&gt;não ter por quem sentir saudades,&lt;br /&gt;passar pela vida e não viver.&lt;br /&gt;O maior dos sofrimentos é nunca ter sofrido...¨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-8319246427871153870?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/8319246427871153870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=8319246427871153870' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/8319246427871153870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/8319246427871153870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudades.html' title='Saudades (Neruda)'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-3520770467622141053</id><published>2009-06-15T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:43:08.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Te vi, hasta pude tocarte. Mi vista fallaba y mis manos estaban heridas. Era una noche fria y oscura. La luna se asomaba entre nubes de algodon. Todo era musica sin tiempo. Dormi un instante en tu regazo, casi lleve conmigo un pedazo. Era un alma blanca, pura y viva. Mas cayo la lluvia con la boca. Dime pequena avestruz: Fue real aquello, o simplemente fue un otro sueno?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-3520770467622141053?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/3520770467622141053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=3520770467622141053' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/3520770467622141053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/3520770467622141053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2009/06/te-vi-hasta-pude-tocarte.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-6665599562546367138</id><published>2009-05-28T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:17:33.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Guardianes de los portales&lt;div&gt;Llaves de lustroso brillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saltan las ranas en recelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pajas barren las calles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El sol vuelve a partir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y descansa hoy el tiempo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-6665599562546367138?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/6665599562546367138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=6665599562546367138' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/6665599562546367138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/6665599562546367138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2009/05/guardianes-de-los-portales-llaves-de.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-5176350114443366796</id><published>2009-05-14T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:58:50.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¨Sembrando pájaros,&lt;br /&gt;Despertando corazones,&lt;br /&gt;Almas viejas y jóvenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agua que fluye,&lt;br /&gt;Abuelo que acoge,&lt;br /&gt;Semillas de luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuera del tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Lejos y cerca,&lt;br /&gt;Se encuentran los vientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nueva vida, viejo amor,&lt;br /&gt;Nuevo vuelo, vieja escuela,&lt;br /&gt;Ciclos pululantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente siendo,&lt;br /&gt;Horizonte y crepúsculo,&lt;br /&gt;Inicio y fin."&lt;br /&gt;                       Roque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-5176350114443366796?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/5176350114443366796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=5176350114443366796' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/5176350114443366796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/5176350114443366796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2009/05/sembrando-pajaros-despertando-corazones.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-5095481335640416176</id><published>2008-12-26T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:04:38.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Estaba la luna callada&lt;div&gt;Y en el silencio decía y oraba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recuerdos de una despedida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Versos giro en la amada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andando en el Sol del puente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firme paso celeste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estática vuelta en su fuente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida después de la muerte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quedando la Tierra Torcida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gravedad extrema ungida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fina capa, lluvia molida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crece, fértil, fluye, amiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y al centro, una estrella y color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viaje y origen, caracol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zoológico, leche, miel y flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hermoso Universo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos Amor"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Roque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-5095481335640416176?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/5095481335640416176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=5095481335640416176' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/5095481335640416176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/5095481335640416176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2008/12/estaba-la-luna-callada-y-en-e-silencio.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-6695182801797368953</id><published>2008-12-26T05:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T05:53:22.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canción de guerra de los Incas</title><content type='html'>Beberemos en el cráneo traidor,&lt;div&gt;Y con sus dientes haremos un collar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De sus huesos haremos flautas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De su piel haremos un tambor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entonces, bailaremos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Eduardo Galeano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-6695182801797368953?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-4394387905236352889</id><published>2008-12-26T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T05:45:29.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de Muerte</title><content type='html'>"Nace una calavera&lt;div&gt;Primer suspiro estirado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fija mirada en su lloro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hambre de Tierra, helada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flores en su cuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meciendo la hostilidad hordada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teje la tumba y registra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entretiempos lapidada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luz dada por la sombra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida de muerte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vieja y pulcra morada"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Roque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-4394387905236352889?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/4394387905236352889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=4394387905236352889' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/4394387905236352889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/4394387905236352889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2008/12/vida-de-muerte.html' title='Vida de Muerte'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-6244872631877321417</id><published>2008-12-19T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:06:11.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A doña Nita</title><content type='html'>"Yo dormía&lt;div&gt;y soñaba que la vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;era alegría.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperté&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y vi que la vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;era servicio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serví&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y vi que el servicio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;era alegría"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-6244872631877321417?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/6244872631877321417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=6244872631877321417' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/6244872631877321417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/6244872631877321417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2008/12/doa-nita.html' title='A doña Nita'/><author><name>RoSa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05199207356659336573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zln27AQgRD4/Tijfd7SjkdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xxctki5m1xg/s220/Foto-0108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277835633527376602.post-530121788669971539</id><published>2008-12-19T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:02:49.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbios y cantares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="fontepensamentos"&gt;Caminante, son tus huellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fontepensamentos"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el camino y nada más; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fontepensamentos"&gt;Caminante, no hay camino, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fontepensamentos"&gt;se hace camino al andar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fontepensamentos"&gt;Al andar se hace el camino, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fontepensamentos"&gt;y al volver la vista atrás &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fontepensamentos"&gt;se ve la senda que nunca &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fontepensamentos"&gt;se ha de volver a pisar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fontepensamentos"&gt;Caminante no hay camino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fontepensamentos"&gt;sino estelas en la mar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;        Antonio Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Entidades de mundos, no homem;&lt;br /&gt;Entidades de homens, no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;                      Rudolf Steiner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-9108281678280538990?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/9108281678280538990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=9108281678280538990' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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todos los hombres, pero no la ganancia de todos los hombres."&lt;div&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-3251350471194433679?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/3251350471194433679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=3251350471194433679' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/3251350471194433679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/3251350471194433679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MwHwqscKM/SQUeRnF7asI/AAAAAAAAACI/5MNS8dWKz24/s320/formas+que+vienen+y+van.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261645027552750274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-1995048292960860800?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/1995048292960860800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=1995048292960860800' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/1995048292960860800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"De longe te hei de amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;da tranquila distancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;em que o amor é saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;e o desejo constância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Do divino lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;onde o bem da existencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;é ser eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;e parecer ausencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Quem precisa explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;o momento e a fragancia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;da rosa, que persuade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;sem nenhuma arrogância?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;E no fundo do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;a estrela, sem violência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;cumprea sua verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;alheia a transparencia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;                                        Cecilia Meirelles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-773274797438506998?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Aurora de un ocaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Sol que se despide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Rio salado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Se enciende una luz, veo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Suerte o acaso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Rueda que gira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Destino o fé?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Flecha directa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;El tiempo no espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;No espero al tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Mas aguardo en el silencio de la luz divina"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Roque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277835633527376602-7181943357784530621?l=kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/feeds/7181943357784530621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277835633527376602&amp;postID=7181943357784530621' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/7181943357784530621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277835633527376602/posts/default/7181943357784530621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurakolocurasana.blogspot.com/2008/06/silencio-desesperado.html' title='Silencio 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