tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240126192024-03-07T18:18:57.253-05:00...entre el mar y el cieloMe quedo aquí, en este rincón eterno del atardecer que me trae tu imagen en forma de versos...José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-4835876480954004112018-08-23T10:09:00.000-05:002018-08-23T10:09:18.225-05:00<span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Cuando hablaban de </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">amor</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">a mí me faltaban verbos</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que los demás escondían bajo la ropa,</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que sólo sabían pronunciar con la piel.</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Cuando hablaban de </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">amor</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">yo sólo veía su sombra</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y me sorprendía, a veces,</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">caminando de puntillas</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">por su recuerdo.</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Cuando volvían a hablarme de </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">amor</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y yo avanzaba a ciegas,</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">de nuevo,</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">letra a letra, </span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">e intentaba balbucearlo</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">con el alma a un lado </span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y la página reluciente al otro. </span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Solía entonces volver a ti,</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">entre el vocablo y el silencio,</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">aunque tú esperaras</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que volviera para quedarme,</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y aunque ahora sea yo el que regresa</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">al mismo sitio de siempre</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">donde todo lo que falta</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">eres tú.</span><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span lang="ES-TRAD"><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A veces no hay más luces,</span></i></span></div>
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ni acá, ni allá, ni más atrás.<br />
Y nos perdemos, nos asustamos,<br />
hasta que al fin despertamos...<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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Y estamos acá,<br />
seguimos en este escenario<br />
repetido, conocido, igual...<br />
y nos aliviamos,<br />
porque no perdimos nada,<br />
todo está en su lugar,<br />
todo mantiene su estructura,<br />
y caminamos, y reímos, y avanzamos<br />
y no importa de que está hecho el tiempo<br />
respondemos a la rutina y a las horas,<br />
y nos conformamos,<br />
y nos callamos,<br />
y esquivamos el dolor llorando por dentro,<br />
y nos escondemos de lo que puede lastimar,<br />
y nos cuidamos de no quedar mal,<br />
y sonreímos,<br />
y nos olvidamos de mirarnos bien,<br />
y queremos cambiar el mundo<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">A veces no hay más luces<br />
ni en ese amanecer ni en estos ojos,<br />
pero seguimos,<br />
no vaya a ser que un día no despertemos.</span><span lang="ES-TRAD"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">Aferrarse al alma con cada intento,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">con cada fallo,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">con cada herida producida</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">y esperar,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">esperar a que todo ese amor regalado</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">un día, después de perseguirlo tanto,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">se gire hacia nosotros y nos diga...</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">Ahora corre tú y yo te alcanzo.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></i>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-37991566337977426512012-03-01T22:01:00.001-05:002012-03-14T21:10:20.175-05:00Tus sentimientos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Desnudo tus miedos</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">desato el olvido que tienes dentro</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">encadeno los lazos de tus sentimientos</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">los dejo volar en la senda del sueño</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">tomo las alas de tus pensamientos</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">las acaricio despacio arropadas en el tiempo</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y al final del camino</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">tu alma beso.</span></em></div>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-57628810516902310332011-05-13T20:45:00.006-05:002011-05-13T20:50:30.637-05:00Una sonrisa<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-fareast-language: ES;">De a ratos miro tus ojos<br />para iluminarme un poco.</span><span style="font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> </span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="mso-fareast-language: ES;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Creo que no importa <br />cuántas cosas diga tu boca,<br />con una sonrisa tuya <br />me alcanza y me sobra</span>.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> </span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Hubiese querido<br />vestirme de luz con tu mirada <br />en cada madrugada, <br />regalarte mi sonrisa en las mañanas, <br />ofrecerte la aurora en un abrazo<br />y reír a tu lado.<br /><br />Hubiese querido darte <br />mis más profundos besos<br />y amarte sin descanso. <br />Hubiese querido que los años <br />nos alcanzaran ya de viejos <br />y renegar con el tiempo <br />y reírnos del pasado.</em></span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><br />Hubiese querido ver <br />tus manos en las mías <br />y sorprendernos </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>en un hermoso encuentro <br />y mirarte en mi reflejo. <br />Hubiese querido borrar <br />todas tus penas <br />y llorar en tu tristeza,<br />pero renacer al mismo tiempo <br />en tu esperanza. <br /><br />Hubiese querido tantas cosas </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>y me he quedado tan vacío, <br />que solo tengo un amanecer confuso, <br />una mirada perdida, <br />un silencio interminable <br />y mil deseos condenados <br />a desaparecer.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>A veces las manos </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>se adormecen </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>en esa apacible oscuridad </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>hecha de pura irrealidad. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>del mundo </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>y prefieren rendirse </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>ante el desamparo infinito </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>de las noches sin estrellas. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>A veces sueñan </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>con despertarse </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>en un mundo de fantasía</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>y aferrarse a esos sueños, </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>y no tener que entender </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>las razones ni las reglas </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>inventadas de la vida. </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>A veces las manos </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>no tienen cobijo </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>ni cabida en ningún rincón </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>de los días </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>y solo desean gritar </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>para detener </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>al menos al silencio. </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>A veces las manos, </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>mis manos, </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>solo desean tomarse de las tuyas </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>y no soltarse nunca, </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>ni siquiera ante la tempestad </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>del tiempo que no para, </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>ni siquiera ante la distancia </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>que atrasa los segundos. </em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>mis manos aman tenerte </em></span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Desde acá he soltado </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">mis sueños </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">para que besen tus manos </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">y te traigan.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Es que la luz se ha vuelto oscura </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">desde que me alejé</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">de tus ojos </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">y no hay una luna </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">que se parezca a la tuya. </span></em><em><br /></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Los kilómetros me llegan al corazón </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">y me alejan por momentos del suelo…</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">y vuelo, y pienso.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Y todo tiene que ver contigo, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">con instantes, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">con cosas que no puedo explicar. </span></em><em><br /></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">He soltado también mi risa </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">para que te busque </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">entre los vaivenes de tus días </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">y te abrace, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">y te dé alas que tengan fuerzas, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">y te ilumine, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">y te traiga… </span></em><em><br /></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Te extraño. </span></em><em><br /></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">El tiempo </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">se recorta en años </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y se mira al espejo</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">preguntándose a sí mismo </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">el por qué de los relojes </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y la razón de las arrugas. </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">El tiempo </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">se divide en edades de silencios </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y en partes de nostalgia, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">para enseñarte al fin </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">las cosas esenciales. </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">El tiempo </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">grita sobre el mundo callado </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y entre las horas dormidas </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">su breve desahogo </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">repleto de sueños. </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">El tiempo está acá </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y lleva una sonrisa escondida </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">que hace equilibrio </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">en el borde de nuestros deseos </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">esperando lo mejor de cada día </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">para estallar al fin </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">en la plenitud de su alegría. </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">El tiempo </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">es la ruta desprolija </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">que a veces nos marea,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">pero que me deja tenerte cerca </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">mas allá del apuro </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">de sus mismos pasos. </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">El tiempo </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">es el que te dedico cada día </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">para poder armar otros tiempos</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">con más colores, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">con mas poesía.</span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Eras la primera luz de la aurora.</span></em></div>
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">El primer abrazo de la mañana.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">La primera palabra verdadera y clara </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Eras el sueño de crecer hecho realidad.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">El sol más tibio para resguardarse.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Las manos más suaves de las que aferrarse.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">La sonrisa más dulce en la cual salvarse</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">de los malos días,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">del mundo extraño,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">del camino errado. </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Eras la alegría más sincera</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">de la cual aprender.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">El horizonte más real</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">por el cual luchar.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">La fuerza más grande</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">para acercarse a Dios. </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Eso eras apenas me diste la vida,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">ahora eres más de lo que se puede pedir.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">No existe todavía un "gracias"</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">que pueda atravesar el alma</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y escribirse para siempre en tu corazón,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">solo existe esta vida para demostrártelo. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">A mi madre con mucho amor...</span></em><br />
<br />José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-5800640748075912332010-02-13T19:05:00.002-05:002010-02-13T19:07:24.097-05:00Detenerse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Detenerse en un segundo de tiempo,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">solo para entender</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">por qué los ojos se apagan</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">sin ninguna razón,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">por qué la risa se enciende</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">sin esperarlo</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y se calla sin quererlo. </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Detenerse a un beso de distancia</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">de algún amor,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">para descubrir por qué</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">todo tiene que terminar,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">por qué no hay otra oportunidad</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">para inventar ni para encontrar</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">en algún gramo de suerte,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">por qué los soles se opacan</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">cuando uno quiere avanzar. </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Detenerse a un paso</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">de cada amanecer,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">solo para procurar tener</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">todas las sonrisas bajo el brazo</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y descubrir por qué</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">el azar puede marcar tanto </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">nuestro camino,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">por qué la vida se construye </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">con tantas preguntas</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y se destruye con tantas respuestas. </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Detenerse a un centímetro</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">de la tristeza,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">para tratar de comprender</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">por qué el corazón </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">puede enredarse tanto</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">entre sus manos</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">sin tener la opción de evitarla. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Detenerse justo enfrente</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">de cada primavera,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">para intentar acercarla con un gesto</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">hasta el alma, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">hasta la soledad cansada y dispersa,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">hasta el silencio, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">hasta la orilla de esta vida</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">que no se cansa</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">de esperar el milagro.</span></em><br />
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<br />José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-87785215811656354492010-01-06T17:17:00.003-05:002010-01-06T17:28:59.402-05:00De tu ausencia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">De qué color podrían ser </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">los ojos del desconcierto</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">si entre las manos no tendría</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">la certeza de las tuyas. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">De qué imágenes se poblaría</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">la tristeza implacable</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">si dividida estaría mi alma </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">por tu ausencia.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Por qué razón se alzaría</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">mi voz al viento</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">si no tendría palabras</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">para sacar directamente </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">del corazón</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y desmenuzarlas </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">entre los rincones de tu vida.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Que me digan… </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">¡De qué estarían hechas mis sonrisas!</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">¡Cómo se escribirían mis silencios! </span></em><br />
<br />José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-41175751112937811662009-11-27T23:48:00.003-05:002009-11-27T23:56:06.157-05:00Puedo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Puedo soñarte,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">desandar una vida</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y retenerte entre mis mañanas,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">entre mis manos gastadas y vacías,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">puedo dibujarte</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">en mi soledad,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">aferrarte a mis esperas</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">eternas y confusas. </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Puedo imaginarte, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">armarme unas alas</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">tan grandes como tu ausencia</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y volar más alto </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">que esta nostalgia</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">que me amedrenta</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y me empuja hacia atrás. </span></em><em><br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Puedo avanzar, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">soñando despierto esta vida</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">de albas despintadas</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">por un sol al que le cuesta salir,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">sabiendo que sólo dedico </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">estas palabras al viento,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">a esta soledad</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">que no se apaga,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">a este delirio </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">de no estar en ningún lado.</span></em><br />
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<br />José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-5583365371382646112009-11-11T23:02:00.018-05:002009-11-11T23:47:45.945-05:00Cuando estás<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Se postergan las sonrisas</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">en mi boca</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">esperando verte al final del día,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">se callan las horas neutras</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y se recortan los sueños</span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>en hilos de silencios. </em><br /><em></em></span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">El mundo deja de ser mundo</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">por instantes breves</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y las letras son las únicas aliadas</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">de mi amor profundo</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">que te dedico</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">en cada repetida mañana </span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>en la que despierto. </em><br /><em></em></span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Se atrasan todos los soles</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">cuando espero verte,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">los relojes, las luces</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y hasta las distancias.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Se demoran mis ojos en abrirse</span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>cuando sé que no estás conmigo... </em><br /><em></em></span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Pero cuando estás...</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">cuando estás se ilumina</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">hasta el cielo,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">se ríe hasta el corazón</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">y se transforma hasta mi vida... </span></em><br />
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<br />José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-26134790283050002232009-09-29T21:42:00.007-05:002009-09-29T21:55:37.073-05:00Puedo encontrarte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-7vLoSsfQRJuiuRIB1HHzfsNIDRtfUeoYZMAIFiqFPXheUOZCpEO3nl6xndzugCSutfs8Sd6G3_GI_9kdhngVt7KP5KkozgMzCpILYHFe4pi6o1h2RCjxhcF6rVNPfW_wR7uL7Q/s1600-h/Las-manos-de-mi-padre.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387085603705774210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-7vLoSsfQRJuiuRIB1HHzfsNIDRtfUeoYZMAIFiqFPXheUOZCpEO3nl6xndzugCSutfs8Sd6G3_GI_9kdhngVt7KP5KkozgMzCpILYHFe4pi6o1h2RCjxhcF6rVNPfW_wR7uL7Q/s400/Las-manos-de-mi-padre.jpg" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">En el rincón más inhóspito</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">de este mundo intangible,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">puedo encontrarte sonriente,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">detrás de cualquier muro de lágrimas,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">de cualquier atardecer ya dormido,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">de cualquier sueño de infancia. </span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">En el medio de mi camino recortado,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">puedo reconocerte impecable,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">sin ese dolor arrugando tus ojos,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">sin esa tristeza invadiendo tu calma. </span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">A la par de mis pasos cansados</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">puedo sorprenderte sereno,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">dándome con tus ojos tranquilos</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">esa fuerza que tanta falta me hace a veces. </span></em><br /><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><p></p><br /><br /><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Dedicado a mi padre que ya no está.</span></p></span></em>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-37416313857314929742009-08-31T23:01:00.002-05:002009-08-31T23:25:36.100-05:00Nostalgia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQqNJlJuyXKIJKnhR_Qds82iVosTIkqP3MdOA7qtz6c_eJmUPxOxx771bXxUaSniNQ4SgqzYFr6D1Ed9fDrnj8pkxoFjR0GZkBgae7fGqIfUpn-w4tOwxf0Nird3c_SFkMypbGw/s1600-h/nostalgia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 510px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376345855160611394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQqNJlJuyXKIJKnhR_Qds82iVosTIkqP3MdOA7qtz6c_eJmUPxOxx771bXxUaSniNQ4SgqzYFr6D1Ed9fDrnj8pkxoFjR0GZkBgae7fGqIfUpn-w4tOwxf0Nird3c_SFkMypbGw/s400/nostalgia.jpg" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Hay despedidas que te rompen el corazón</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y hay heridas que vuelven a sangrar,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">aparece la lluvia repentina</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">de un llanto que no para</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y te inunda los ojos,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y te inunda las manos,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y las caricias se apagan,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y las sonrisas se cansan.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Y ya no quedan días por contar,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">porque ya no hay ansiedad,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">las horas son iguales,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">los soles parecidos,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">las lunas aburridas,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">el cielo, un espacio extraño</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que suele darte soledad</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y regalarte alguna luz,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">cuando ya ni la oscuridad</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">sirve para pensar.<br /><br />Hay historias que se marcan</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">para siempre en las líneas del pasado,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">hay palabras, hay recuerdos,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">hay canciones que se callan en los labios</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y que se escapan,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y que se esconden,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">para que a nadie se le ocurra cantarlas</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y revolver el ayer</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">con esa felicidad que no se repetirá,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">al menos no con la misma sonrisa.<br /><br />Y el tiempo pasa por todos lados,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y las despedidas se acumulan</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">en el alma,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y las distancias se agrandan</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">en el corazón,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y no hay lugar para las lágrimas</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">ni para los miedos,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">se vuelven intrascendentes,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">se congelan en el aire,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">no transcurren </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">ni se salvan de esta vida, </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">solo quieren volver.<br /> </span></em>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-16573556386416507152009-08-16T15:59:00.006-05:002009-08-16T16:08:56.511-05:00Me quedo ahí<em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2zphP_84J2Dw5l9NaZOIW6crJg-gywC7plODyy6FutGCu2wKHBC8SQgpBByO1vs0LiM-Xd3o5id3fhHPcvfidV5DR0nSy-CoyDjJuFTOWHvG2eOzX9kF0NlIwL1biTAX3rlyPNg/s1600-h/me+quedo+aqui"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370670152302791762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2zphP_84J2Dw5l9NaZOIW6crJg-gywC7plODyy6FutGCu2wKHBC8SQgpBByO1vs0LiM-Xd3o5id3fhHPcvfidV5DR0nSy-CoyDjJuFTOWHvG2eOzX9kF0NlIwL1biTAX3rlyPNg/s400/me+quedo+aqui" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Me quedo ahí<br />en esas tardes de paz<br />en las que no teníamos tiempos,<br />en esa diversión<br />de palabras compartidas.<br /><br />Me quedo<br />en tu voz exacta<br />de color sereno,<br />en los enojos<br />transformados en sonrisas.<br /><br />Me quedo<br />en tu felicidad<br />clara y sensible,<br />en tu alegría<br />simple y dulce.<br /><br />Me quedo ahí,<br />suspendido en el espacio<br />que queda entre<br />mi vida y los sueños,<br />taciturno, dormido,<br />buscándote, queriéndote,<br />inventándome la historia repetida<br />de encontrarte.<br /><br />Me quedo ahí,<br />en ese rincón eterno<br />del atardecer<br />que me trae tu imagen<br />en forma de versos. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div> </div>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-85281594794391770182009-05-30T19:14:00.002-05:002009-05-30T19:22:14.540-05:00Extrañarte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgb0tnlsxDaBMof21Fpa_h2RnRcpA6sN5Fijt1g9ZIfGrUPufPu8pwoZO_MdbD9gIndV5opM8bGDvbWFDrgXzCv5_pZYaBXuDAQvhMDpOsNOPGXIVA6UXF6HFHVtLCS2PtotGAXQ/s1600-h/cañete.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776180475143874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgb0tnlsxDaBMof21Fpa_h2RnRcpA6sN5Fijt1g9ZIfGrUPufPu8pwoZO_MdbD9gIndV5opM8bGDvbWFDrgXzCv5_pZYaBXuDAQvhMDpOsNOPGXIVA6UXF6HFHVtLCS2PtotGAXQ/s400/ca%C3%B1ete.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Anclado en el delirio</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">propio de tu ausencia, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">el cielo no es más que </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que un frágil refugio, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">no es más que un manto </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">aplastando mis días </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que entre tiempo y esperas</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">se convierte en nada… </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Apoyado sobre el abismo</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que me contiene desde que te fuiste,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">las estrellas pasaron a ser </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">mis confidentes </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y entre palabras al viento</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y gritos desesperados </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">el dolor de extrañarte</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">se acumula en mi piel cansada…</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Rendido a los pies de tu recuerdo,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">repito todo el tiempo que te amo </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">aunque nadie escuche, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">aunque nadie entienda… </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y asustado, sigo mi camino </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">de señales rotas y pasos lentos… </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div> </div>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-17563377550754852952009-01-22T16:20:00.012-05:002009-09-30T23:00:52.246-05:00Cómo podría<em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5UDsELZLWTqmuDefPXz0crVybKjsmmpFL8n87M6RpqGyHn_I3LiQwbtGWSLeP52IlxNJMkzTGoAT2XEoRhDpJAaZFL13I_dY-OMEBkAVxRfQlp4eKfKxYgynU-6quNktycwiyzA/s1600-h/Loira.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294232084741542642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5UDsELZLWTqmuDefPXz0crVybKjsmmpFL8n87M6RpqGyHn_I3LiQwbtGWSLeP52IlxNJMkzTGoAT2XEoRhDpJAaZFL13I_dY-OMEBkAVxRfQlp4eKfKxYgynU-6quNktycwiyzA/s400/Loira.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Bajo la claridad de qué luna</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">podría decirte lo mucho que te amo,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">para que lo veas </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">con todas las luces de mi alma.<br /><br />Cómo podría despertar</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">a esos silencios </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que se doblan </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">en los días lejos de tus manos</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y me opacan bajo las horas</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">rotas de la distancia.<br /><br />Sobre el alba de qué amanecer</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">podría </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">gritarte </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que te quiero siempre al lado mío</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y que el mundo no es el mismo</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">sin la risa de tus ojos.<br /><br />Como podría dibujarte</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">en el papel de mis sueños</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">lo esencial de tus manos</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">a</span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">ferradas a las mías. </span></em></div><div> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></div></span></em><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Bajo qué alta sonrisa</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">podría jurarte</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">el amor profundo que te tengo. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></p></span></em>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-29032888903879615962008-12-24T11:41:00.009-05:002008-12-24T12:08:25.210-05:00Lo que guardo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuYkJWSaqxugimGshFmBb5Pc07FRaxvlLezDj4naSUY-3m7lj9lxeU3d1aQ59mEb8JJfIEeW2OVDA9iIb2-rBvPYWv5W918kcQBZxwnYFWqqcVaxg1QbpqZc4FCXzGM4XbOSZgg/s1600-h/amanecer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283399140918981586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuYkJWSaqxugimGshFmBb5Pc07FRaxvlLezDj4naSUY-3m7lj9lxeU3d1aQ59mEb8JJfIEeW2OVDA9iIb2-rBvPYWv5W918kcQBZxwnYFWqqcVaxg1QbpqZc4FCXzGM4XbOSZgg/s400/amanecer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">He acumulado inviernos,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">eso me ha dado una leve melancolía</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que suelo soltar en palabras,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que suelo borrar con sonrisas. </span></em></div><div><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">He juntado atardeceres</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">en los ojos de mi memoria</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y eso me ha dado una libertad</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que nunca supe cómo usarla. </span></em></div><div><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">He guardado muchos recuerdos</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">en el primer instantede mis mañanas,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">para poder pintar mis díasde colores viejos</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que me dejan vivir en otro tiempo. </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">He congelado momentos</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">para no contagiarlos de ausencias,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">para no saber ese final</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que podría arruinarlo todo.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />He doblado la soledad</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">en mil partes de esperanzas,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">para soportar esa tempestad</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">de silencios sin razones,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que acribillan el corazón sin aviso. </span></em></div><div><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">He acumulado soles</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">en las primaveras de mis sueños,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">eso me ha dado la ilusión</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">para creer más en este cielo.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;">En este año que se termina quiero hacerles llegar un saludo muy espacial para cada uno de ustedes , agradeciéndoles por sus visitas , saludos y comentarios, que siempre son de regocijo y subidas de ánimo constantes. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;">¡Feliz Navidad y un venturoso Nuevo Año!.</span></em></div>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-30242484452737082582008-10-18T12:21:00.004-05:002008-10-18T12:27:26.321-05:00Quizás sea verdad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhqs2WNCxQExpqApN0r3yeMDkBWI2nliqMFss9XjozGvjBKbJjx4m6c2G9qU8dgtAGDuDERikIgZhFOfYIKjk9V8PesEtZuuRu7NDZGAkWjRQmhsf9_kAN2HRvvOyM8Q_gDFmtA/s1600-h/paisaje"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258546282375598146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhqs2WNCxQExpqApN0r3yeMDkBWI2nliqMFss9XjozGvjBKbJjx4m6c2G9qU8dgtAGDuDERikIgZhFOfYIKjk9V8PesEtZuuRu7NDZGAkWjRQmhsf9_kAN2HRvvOyM8Q_gDFmtA/s400/paisaje" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Y al fin la sonrisa </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">vuelve a aparecer...<br /><br />Quizás sea verdad</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que siempre detrás de esa</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">terrible oscuridad</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">existe ese sol capaz</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">de alumbrarnos al menos</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">un instante más.</span></em></div><em><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Quizás sea verdad que</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">después de tanto esperar,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">la primavera llega sin avisar</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">para quedarse en los ojos,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">que repletos estaban</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">de mil inviernos</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">ya cansados de existir.<br /><br />Y al fin los sueños</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">vuelven a armarse... </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">todavía no emprenden vuelo,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">pero al menos se han levantado</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">con el deseo de avanzar mucho más.<br /><br />Quizás sea verdad que</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">hay que desear en voz alta</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">o casi a los gritos</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">para que las cosas buenas</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">vuelvan a pasar.<br /><br />Quizás sea verdad que<br />la vida solo se dedica<br />a sorprendernos</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">y a nada más...<br /><br /></span></em></div>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-55029887616775719762008-09-19T10:48:00.001-05:002008-09-19T10:50:13.201-05:00Horas de mi vida<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5yShi1nODpQ6U5WBzX2RniGKFnNmX5jcrBT0xAWxitcLuOpcvYMl5gk5XVoqEfmg_L96MPiTmwPk-FT3u0KszhVKTwtGOmob_l1aLt2_wJBBaIqovbmvPgOtF-WYeQjioQmQlSQ/s1600-h/Amanecer-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247760239671134578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5yShi1nODpQ6U5WBzX2RniGKFnNmX5jcrBT0xAWxitcLuOpcvYMl5gk5XVoqEfmg_L96MPiTmwPk-FT3u0KszhVKTwtGOmob_l1aLt2_wJBBaIqovbmvPgOtF-WYeQjioQmQlSQ/s400/Amanecer-.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Son las manos tibias<br />de un atardecer repetido,<br />pero feliz por tenerte,<br />las que se renuevan.<br />Son las nostalgias<br />de ti las que invaden.<br />Son las risas de tu alma<br />las que amo,<br />las que valen, las que sirven.<br /><br />Son tus días sin temores<br />y con horizontes<br />los que quiero.<br />Son tus palabras breves<br />pero grandes las que busco.<br />Son tus madrugadas claras<br />las que disfruto.<br />Son tus besos suaves<br />los que espero.<br /><br />Son los buenos tiempos<br />los que deseo.<br />Son los altos soles<br />los que te guardo<br />en mis mañanas.<br />Son las horas de mi vida<br />las que te dedico siempre.<br /><br /></span></em></div>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-42982129497581923152008-08-18T16:01:00.005-05:002008-08-18T16:11:28.711-05:00Todo puede cambiar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkaZVj9BUUS0P0cd7C_Zv36dOlu-Rh7zL2ZPDj3WUsjuXdFXBEwLRFzbIpm8Ibi8fyCb_1T8vv07znMkeE8Uzc0TjKiECc0F2E7C8P-LX5immLlww72T79LerMzqj4u_UbB4NqQ/s1600-h/2491512177_ba11739a97_o[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235967521430122466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkaZVj9BUUS0P0cd7C_Zv36dOlu-Rh7zL2ZPDj3WUsjuXdFXBEwLRFzbIpm8Ibi8fyCb_1T8vv07znMkeE8Uzc0TjKiECc0F2E7C8P-LX5immLlww72T79LerMzqj4u_UbB4NqQ/s400/2491512177_ba11739a97_o%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Todo puede cambiar,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">las risas, las palabras,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">el amor, las miradas...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Todo puede caerse</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">desde cualquier altura,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">desde cualquier sentimiento</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que haya crecido demasiado,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y quebrarse irremediablemente</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">contra el suelo.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Y todo puede ilusionarte,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y todo puede agrandarte el corazón</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y todo, sin embargo, puede lastimarte,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">sin razón quizás, sin aviso. </span></em></div><div><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Todo puede transformarse,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">el espacio de alrededor,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">el mundo que nos ampara,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">el tiempo que nos olvida,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">el pensamiento que nos detiene</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">en mil preguntas</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y hasta la rutina que se repite</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">en nuestros pasos. </span></em></div><div><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Y el mundo al fin se convierte</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">en algo extraño, ni malo ni bueno,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">simplemente extraño,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">al que por momento sentimos</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">pertenecer</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y al que muchas vecess</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">sentimos como ajeno. </span></em></div><div><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Todo puede cambiar,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">la vida, la distancia, los sueños.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">todo puede transformarse,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">hasta la misma soledad...</span></em></div><div><em></em></div>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-62109349187465172382008-07-07T14:12:00.010-05:002008-07-09T19:58:42.474-05:00Por el simple hecho de tenerte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2Lz5l17M2pKR1mT0lsZ8bodyPKEhDt2SZ3ESuvBWf0kSEwGSjfO2k85-9bHxUWeIKRlJuA3gqddruaZGeyt0nfYmXcwPd0cepntX1YKHa0LgVHr4IRb8Y93xm3eQMfqz1jXxTA/s1600-h/girasol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220825207650199330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2Lz5l17M2pKR1mT0lsZ8bodyPKEhDt2SZ3ESuvBWf0kSEwGSjfO2k85-9bHxUWeIKRlJuA3gqddruaZGeyt0nfYmXcwPd0cepntX1YKHa0LgVHr4IRb8Y93xm3eQMfqz1jXxTA/s400/girasol.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Las miradas que te dedico,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">los soles que te prometo,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">las risas que te regalo,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">todo es parte del amor </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que te declaro,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">todo es parte del corazón </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que te ofrezco</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y dejo en las palabras,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">todo es una suerte de amarte</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">más allá de la tempestad</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que amenace o crezca entre los miedos</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">de nuestros días y de nuestras manos,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que esperan y creen. </span></em></div><div><em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Las caricias que te doy</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y te guardo por si acaso,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">las madrugadas que dibujo</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">sobre ese cielo que pertenece al futuro</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">pero que nos contiene,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">la felicidad que quiero para tus ojos</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y que está en los míos </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">cuando te veo,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">todo es parte del mundo</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que pinto en tus fotos </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">cuando no estás,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">todo es parte de mi vida</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que sonríe, que llora quizás,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">pero que existe</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">por el simple hecho de tenerte.</span></em></div>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24012619.post-84908471186054125072008-05-09T11:57:00.003-05:002008-05-09T12:45:08.912-05:00Es cierto<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZ2tuOkZDEyvspepadeYeoI4xtvQ2OiDLWfMuXhaJVLhkAUqmg2RfQFUO_50jLd0UWy6Mq7P84s9Xm7knsN8-BgCzinXbZVNnst4vBA6Uca96l2zJje3hKQL6AaMk0gP9CzP4vw/s1600-h/tardedeverano.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198434656722621074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZ2tuOkZDEyvspepadeYeoI4xtvQ2OiDLWfMuXhaJVLhkAUqmg2RfQFUO_50jLd0UWy6Mq7P84s9Xm7knsN8-BgCzinXbZVNnst4vBA6Uca96l2zJje3hKQL6AaMk0gP9CzP4vw/s400/tardedeverano.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Es cierto,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">el tiempo que pasa no se recupera,</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">los besos que se dan </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">no se repiten ni se devuelven,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">los abrazos no se conservan </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">en cajas ni en sobres de papel</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">y el amor no se congela en el aire </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">ni en ninguna otra parte, </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">solo tenemos el presente </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">para hacer lo que queremos,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">esa especie de realidad </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que ocurre gracias al tiempo,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que existe solo por nuestros deseos de estar,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">solo por nuestras ganas de vivir.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Es cierto,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">el dolor que nos lastima </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">no se cura cerrando los ojos,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">la felicidad no se encuentra </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">quedándonos parados esperando el alba,<br />la vida no pasa por mirar el pasado,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">la vida solo se puede vivir</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">mirando hacia adelante.<br /></span></em>José Antonio Tovarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18140007902453141483noreply@blogger.com7