tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576164180658713882012-02-16T16:29:38.259-08:00Para hablar con la PalabraSolange S.noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-43899668988516769312012-02-08T08:35:00.000-08:002012-02-08T08:36:02.618-08:00Reparo en las palabras <br />tras lo ínfimo del sol ante el ocaso.<br />A la distancia, los álamos,<br />pájaros<br />y pájaros en todas las grietas <br />que traza el aire.<br />Miedos migrando <br />cuando la ventana se alza<br />y me pronuncia<br />para dejarme salir<br />como respuesta a lo que busco.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-4389966898851676931?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-34248599656976280492008-05-23T22:14:00.001-07:002008-05-25T14:07:04.371-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe7OzZVObI/AAAAAAAAAVw/UYlQhuje9LM/s1600-h/amar+a+semejanza.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203833757438917042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="121" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe7OzZVObI/AAAAAAAAAVw/UYlQhuje9LM/s200/amar+a+semejanza.jpg" width="307" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">* Dibujo de Ernesto Guerrero</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Semejantes para amar un mismo sueño<br />con la imagen de su imagen en el pecho<br />y alguien que diga: “esto soy sin ti,<br />contigo la esperanza sí es probable”.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Solange Schiaffino</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-3424859965697628049?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-75311197597498279922008-05-23T22:13:00.003-07:002008-05-23T23:52:01.947-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe5uzZVOaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2_pwTg1Z8rk/s1600-h/a+tu+llamado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203832108171475362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="188" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe5uzZVOaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2_pwTg1Z8rk/s200/a+tu+llamado.jpg" width="193" border="0" /></a>Soy imagen de tu misterio<br />en ti me pierdo<br />a veces, sombra<br />a veces, sendero y mañana.<br /><br />Otras simplemente presentido<br />en tu voz<br />que me llama cada día<br />y de modo diferente.<br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Solange Schiaffino</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">* Dibujo de Ernesto Guerrero</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-7531119759749827992?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-13833190478454099292008-05-23T22:13:00.001-07:002008-05-23T23:45:44.188-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe48DZVOZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VLhhKbwuSV4/s1600-h/Saber+recibir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203831236293114258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="168" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe48DZVOZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VLhhKbwuSV4/s200/Saber+recibir.jpg" width="189" border="0" /></a><br />Y saber recoger<br />lo que se pierde<br />en lo perdido.<br /><br />Como libres<br />caigan tus palabras<br />a sembrarse en el hambre<br />que me mueve.<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Solange Schiaffino</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">* Dibujo de Ernesto Guerrero</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-1383319047845409929?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-58747202887004739332008-05-23T22:12:00.004-07:002008-05-23T23:41:20.136-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe4GzZVOYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/lXf-mEO06SU/s1600-h/De+igual+a+igual.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203830321465080194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe4GzZVOYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/lXf-mEO06SU/s200/De+igual+a+igual.jpg" width="184" border="0" /></a>Abres los brazos,<br />y sin recibirme,<br />cobijas<br />desde el paso que no doy<br />hasta el miedo de anunciarte<br />-porque sabes que aún no llego-<br /><br />me tienes en tus esperas.<br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Solange Schiaffino</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Dibujo de Ernesto Guerrero</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-5874720288700473933?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-12117464508169952532008-05-23T22:12:00.003-07:002008-05-23T23:38:31.659-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe2-zZVOXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/nMu9aHKguIk/s1600-h/A+la+espera.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203829084514498930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="162" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe2-zZVOXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/nMu9aHKguIk/s200/A+la+espera.jpg" width="145" border="0" /></a><br />Hasta llegar a la luz,<br />hasta vaciarse entero<br />quitarle las vendas<br />a estos ojos y lo mirado,<br /><br />entonces en un Amén desnudo<br />transparentar la espera.<br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Solange Schiaffino</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Dibujo de Ernesto Guerrero</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-1211746450816995253?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-92034188507973522272008-05-23T22:12:00.001-07:002008-05-23T23:33:27.704-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe2VTZVOWI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yk6OWl4TP3c/s1600-h/Encontrarte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203828371549927778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe2VTZVOWI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yk6OWl4TP3c/s200/Encontrarte.jpg" width="130" border="0" /></a> Y te llamo, a veces,<br />no para encontrarte,<br />sino para que abra mi voz<br />el camino que lleva a donde estoy.<br /><br />Y saberme hallado<br />cada vez que te encuentro.<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Solange Schiaffino</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Dibujo de Ernesto Guerrero</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-9203418850797352227?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-75689658739200323912008-05-23T22:11:00.003-07:002008-05-23T23:26:40.253-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe0uDZVOVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iNiMwspUwog/s1600-h/mi+tesoro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203826597728434514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDe0uDZVOVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iNiMwspUwog/s200/mi+tesoro.jpg" width="194" border="0" /></a> ¿Y cómo recibo la lluvia<br />en estas manos sepulcras<br />que sólo guardan finitudes?<br /><br />Demora para mí un sol<br />que apenas se ve en el aguacero.<br /><br />Lo sé , el camino es anegarse<br />y su después es lo que queda.<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Solange Schiaffino</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Dibujo de Ernesto Guerrero</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-7568965873920032391?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-6363498957443693862008-05-23T22:11:00.001-07:002008-05-23T23:24:03.960-07:00<div align="left"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDezPzZVOUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OeGeWUptQ2U/s1600-h/pascua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203824978525763906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="207" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDezPzZVOUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OeGeWUptQ2U/s200/pascua.jpg" width="202" border="0" /></a><br />Y pasaron,<br />pasó el viento y el hombre,<br />las semillas<br />y el pan con la palabra<br />que fueron olvidados.<br /><br />Pero entre el antes y después<br />hubo una tregua<br />que fue paso de la herida al amor<br />o salvación.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Solange Schiaffino</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">*Dibujo de Ernesto Guerrero</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-636349895744369386?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-13142581741302786902008-05-23T22:10:00.000-07:002008-05-23T23:16:44.887-07:00<div align="left"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDexVzZVOTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/0JwtmZJ9O0Q/s1600-h/desnudez.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203822882581723442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDexVzZVOTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/0JwtmZJ9O0Q/s200/desnudez.jpg" width="92" border="0" /></a> Un hombre dentro mío<br />me mira,<br />lee mis manos,<br />mis rodillas cuando se flectan<br />y mis ojos a oscuras.<br /><br />Sólo su mirada<br />puede sostenerme entero,<br />en mis pies<br />y mis calles de miedos y vergüenzas.<br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Solange Schiaffino</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Dibujo de Ernesto Guerrero</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-1314258174130278690?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-46234061540645094702008-05-23T21:48:00.001-07:002008-05-23T22:54:38.101-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDesuzZVOQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6j7pVpTP2zQ/s1600-h/en+ti.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203817814520314114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDesuzZVOQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6j7pVpTP2zQ/s200/en+ti.jpg" width="131" border="0" /></a> Estar sólo en Ti<br />como el soplo en la llama<br />y ser ardor<br />que abrasa soledades<br />sin estar ni en nada ni nadie<br />ni siquiera en mí.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Solange Schiaffino</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">* Dibujo de Ernesto Guerrero</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-4623406154064509470?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-12218511500583603432008-05-23T21:44:00.000-07:002008-05-25T14:07:51.552-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDevuzZVOSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/HwA4vxyD70o/s1600-h/Escuchar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203821113055197474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="104" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDevuzZVOSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/HwA4vxyD70o/s200/Escuchar.jpg" width="288" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">* Dibujo de Ernesto Guerrero<br /></span></div><div align="left"><br />Hay semillas que son palabras,<br />caen abriéndose para morir de vida,<br />entonces como un latido de la carne<br />habitando la tierra dirán;<br />todo será cumplido…<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Solange Schiaffino</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-1221851150058360343?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457616418065871388.post-2298586034203205912008-05-21T12:10:00.000-07:002008-05-23T23:42:07.399-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDevcTZVORI/AAAAAAAAAUg/I2NLY5u1y1k/s1600-h/rostro+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203820795227617554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sjknvCBTZqI/SDevcTZVORI/AAAAAAAAAUg/I2NLY5u1y1k/s200/rostro+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Un mar, los ojos<br />mar adentro tu rostro de carne<br />cuando eres pescador y tu barca<br />es mirada dulce que navego.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Solange Schiaffino</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">* Dibujo de Ernesto Guerrero</span></em></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457616418065871388-229858603420320591?l=edeespiritualidad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Solange S.noreply@blogger.com0