tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85053729403223321902012-01-17T11:11:31.000-03:00Letras de ZarelaZarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comBlogger2421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-27802308498637550652011-08-03T16:39:00.002-04:002011-08-03T16:40:55.254-04:00Vida, mi vida.<div class="content-body clearfix" id="body-2664626"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img alt="vida.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/vida.jpg?v=1312402482671" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Tú eres mi vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">por lo que te llamo vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">te escojo vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">por el transcurso de mi vida.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Por que en ti hay vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">esa luz de vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">junto a ti viene a vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">todo lo que en mi tiene vida.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Vida, mi vida,</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">heredaré vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">una raza de vida.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Recibiré vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">propagándote vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">en espíritu de vida.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">En un reino de vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">al nacer en vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">y teniendo la vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">en un cielo de vida.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">¿Dónde muere la vida?</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Ahí está la vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">esa es la vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">retoño de vida.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Surgir de vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">la cual es vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">porque es, la vida.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Preservaré tu vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">en mi vida</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">vida, mi vida.</span></i></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2780230849863755065?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-73580080959620971232011-07-29T15:00:00.002-04:002011-07-29T15:00:58.011-04:00Libérame.<div class="content-body clearfix" id="body-2183113"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="rayo_de_luz.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/rayo_de_luz.jpg?v=1310149699982" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Libérame del atronador tictac sempiterno</span></span></b></div><b><span style="color: olive;"> </span></b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">rescata mi alma del yugo carnal</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">tan solo abrázame con tu dulce aliento</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">has que mi sangre sea la tuya </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y mi cuerpo sea tu cuerpo</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Porque junto a ti seré el rayo de luz</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">ese, que traspasa las ramas revoltosas,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que baña los verdes del bosque</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y como emblema hace resplandecer la vida</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Libérame cual cometa en la brisa</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que separado del hilo que lo sostiene</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">baila alegre en el azul del cielo</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y como nube se confunde con ellas</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Libérame amado mío, libértame,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">has que mi sangre sea la tuya </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: olive;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y mi cuerpo sea tu cuerpo</span></span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7358008095962097123?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-44863422902292715782011-06-09T11:35:00.000-04:002011-06-09T11:35:09.875-04:00Algología<div class="content-body clearfix" id="body-1972980"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="fueynofue.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/fueynofue.jpg?v=1307583630845" style="border: 0; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 4px; margin-right: 4px; margin-top: 4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>El dolor tiene su sentido </i></span></span></b></div><b><span style="color: blue;"> </span></b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>en lo visible de una lágrima,</i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>y también en el silencio del olvido.</i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>En el gemido que estremece los oídos,</i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>el dolor tiene su sentido</i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>provocado por el llanto de labios torcidos.</i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>El más cruento, brutal y feroz dolor</i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>tiene, en lo invisible, su sentido</i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>en la experiencia de una vida,</i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>en aquello que fue y no fue.</i></span></span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-4486342290229271578?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-10699118172652290192011-05-30T15:38:00.003-04:002011-05-30T15:39:20.271-04:00Yo tengo ganas (haiku en grupo de tres)<div class="content-body clearfix" id="body-1944941"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b700b7;"><img alt="unidos.jpg" src="http://zarela.bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/unidos.jpg?v=1306777306904" style="border: 0; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 4px; margin-right: 4px; margin-top: 4px;" /></span></div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #b700b7;">Yo tengo ganas<br />de escuchar tu palabra<br />consoladora<br /><br />Yo tengo ganas,<br />infinito deseo<br />de oír tu voz dulce<br /><br />Yo tengo ganas<br />de estar juntos, unidos,<br />cantando amor</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-1069911817265229019?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-27055395087312157622011-05-30T15:35:00.003-04:002011-05-30T15:35:53.823-04:00Mi amor es contigo.<tt class="letterText"><img alt="MIAMORUNIVERSO.jpg" src="http://zarela.bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/MIAMORUNIVERSO.jpg?v=1305649987840" style="border: 0; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 4px; margin-right: 4px; margin-top: 4px;" /><br /><br /></tt><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="letterText">Tuyo es mi amor desde antes de la creación.</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="letterText"> Antes, que mi espíritu reposaré en esta carne<br />y que los colores de vida vistieran las cosas de luz<br />mi amor ya existía por ti y para ti, mi amado amor.</span><span class="letterText"> </span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="letterText">Tuyo es mi amor desde antes de la creación.</span></span></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2705539508731215762?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-85145631238550582042011-05-30T15:35:00.000-04:002011-05-30T15:35:03.772-04:00Mi amor inquebrantable. (Haiku en grupo de tres)<div class="content-body clearfix" id="body-1720431"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="diemnsion.jpeg" src="http://zarela.bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/diemnsion.jpeg?v=1304373342015" style="border: 0; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 4px; margin-right: 4px; margin-top: 4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #ff9900;">Te busca amado<br />mi amor inquebrantable,<br />mi alma te llama.<br /><br />Rompe barreras<br />de tiempo, de distancia,<br />de dimensiones.<br /><br />Remonta cimas,<br />se encumbra en las alturas,<br />no tiene límite.</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8514563123855058204?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-28999360343794530032011-04-05T16:00:00.002-03:002011-04-05T16:00:45.401-03:00Esclavo<div class="content-body " id="body-1571624"> <img alt="esclavo.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/esclavo.jpg?v=1302027631129" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>Deshumanizado sin cielo</span></b></i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>viviendo dentro de ciertos limites</span></b></i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>forzado a hacer lo que otro quiere.</span></b></i></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>Maltratado espiritual</span></b></i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>dañado físicamente,</span></b></i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>golpeado, vejado e impotente</span></b></i></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>Esclavo comprado, </span></b></i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>vendido esclavo,</span></b></i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>drogado esclavo,</span></b></i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>esclavo profanado.</span></b></i></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>Cedido como esclavo</span></b></i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>forzado sin recreación,</span></b></i></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>regalado y heredado</span></b></i></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span>¡ En este mundo existe la esclavitud !</span></b></i></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2899936034379453003?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-35205777264264955892011-03-25T13:55:00.000-03:002011-03-25T13:55:02.507-03:00Canto de protección.<div class="content-body " id="body-1524374"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="petici_n3.jpg" src="http://zarela.bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/petici_n3.jpg?v=1301071650650" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>Protege amado mío</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>al ángel de tu palabra</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>envía a tu ejercito poderoso</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>para lidiar en contra de sus enemigos.</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>Porque fuerte eres tú</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>omnipotente y superior</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>libertas a los cautivos de la maldad</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>y con herramientas de amor</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>rompes toda barrera.</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>Escudo protector entrega en sus manos,</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>espada de dos filos pon en él</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>para defender tu encomienda</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>y realizar tu supremo deseo.</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>Porque enérgico eres tú</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>magnífico y superior</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>eximes a los sometidos de la villanía</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>y con armadura de afecto</span></i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #ffa366;"><i><span>destrozas lo imposible.</span></i></span></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3520577726426495589?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-21412518200485806732011-03-10T19:27:00.001-03:002011-04-08T10:58:28.873-03:00Dulce tesoro<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="pactoamor.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/pactoamor.jpg?v=1299761761208" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">¡Amado mío!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">En escases descubrí</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">la riqueza que me has dado,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">en la invisibilidad de las cosas</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">tu presencia permanente,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">bajo las estrellas que titilan </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">tu pacto de amor.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">¡Dulce mío!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">Ternura que alumbra mi senda</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">cobija de calor</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">que ahuyenta las tinieblas</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">¡Tesoro mío!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">De oro has cubierto mi humanidad</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">de gemas preciosas, mi espíritu</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">y mi alma de esplendor</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">¡Amado tesoro!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">¡Dulce amado!<br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/buy/1103108675190"><img alt="Safe Creative #1103108675190" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/forcommons/1103108675190/label/barcode-comprar-72" style="border: 0pt none;" /></a><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2141251820048580673?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-74550440664632333862011-03-02T13:25:00.002-03:002011-03-02T13:25:43.150-03:00Ambos somos uno<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="agua.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/agua.jpg?v=1299004726861" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>En el lugar más profundo de mi ser habitas tú,</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>eres el pilar que sostiene mis sueños,</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>la seguridad que cobija mis anhelos;</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>tengo mil razones para decir porque te amo</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>pero estas son las fundamentales.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>Nunca mi espíritu se fatiga de conocer tu espíritu</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>ni mi oído de escuchar tus palabras,</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>siempre me das fe y esperanza</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>y me recuerdas continuamente</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>que ambos somos uno.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>Somos uno,</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>como el hidrógeno y el oxigeno que son agua</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>agua que da vida,</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>así, ambos somos uno.</span></span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7455044066463233386?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-77942214090272830072011-02-21T14:52:00.001-03:002011-02-21T14:54:29.597-03:00Soy templo para ti.<div style="background-color: black; text-align: center;"><img alt="soytemplo3.jpg" src="http://zarela.bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/soytemplo3.jpg?v=1298305335773" style="background-color: black; border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hermoso santuario te he consagrado</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">fabricado desde mi corazón</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">con ofrendas puras que son tu agrado</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">de fiel verdad y de justa razón</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Con este amor divino lo he logrado</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">ingrediente que le da esa sazón</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">según lo que tú hoy has solicitado</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">para derramar sobre mi tu unción</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Diseñado de acuerdo a tu modelo,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">lugar santísimo bañado en oro,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">este especial y gran lugar te doy</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Pongo en tu misericordia mi anhelo</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">hermoso templo en el que yo te adoro</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">amado permanece en mí, desde hoy.</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7794221409027283007?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-70086009582305290372011-02-14T12:19:00.002-03:002011-02-14T12:24:14.633-03:00Amor (Ahavá)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="Ahava.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/Ahava.jpg?v=1297696147642" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Como decir algo sobre ti</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">si cada instante te reinventas</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">te amoldas y acomodas</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">con ternura en las espigas del trigo nuevo </span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">o en el dorado de aquel ya maduro;</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">en los ocasos bañados de naranjas</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que besan el </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">mar </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">infinito.</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Que decir de ti si existes</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">en la transparente cotidianidad</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">o en el sopor de lo insondable…</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">en los gemidos de dos bocas ardiendo,</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">en el llanto nuevo </span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que abre la estreches femenina.</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">¿Que más decir de ti?</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Si todo lo tuyo es dicho</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">todo lo tuyo ya se ha escrito</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y sin embargo quiero decir de ti.</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">¡Amor, vida mía!</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Quiero decir de ti.</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7008600958230529037?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-79486554231582949842011-01-06T18:17:00.000-03:002011-01-06T18:17:45.874-03:00Restauras<div class="content-body " id="body-1185951"> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><img alt="1294244792771-florescubres.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/1294244792771-florescubres.jpg?v=1294248404154" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e4768c;"><i><span>Con luz<br />alumbras<br />mi vida.<br /><br />De flores<br />mi cuerpo<br />tú cubres.<br /><br />Restaura<br />mi ser,<br />tu amor.</span></i></span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7948655423158294984?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-52231414831449727432010-12-25T09:45:00.000-03:002010-12-25T09:45:41.188-03:00Oda a Jesucristo<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="aguasangre.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/aguasangre.jpg?v=1292942297431" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>Siempre has existido Ángel mío</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>bajaste a mi encuentro en un cuerpo mortal</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>para poder encumbrarme más arriba de las nubes</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>en la inmensa eternidad total.</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>Me has dado alas para unirme a otras águilas</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>volar ligeras y veloces la dimensión de la verdad</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>hasta llegar a tu regazo seguro, transformándolas</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>y vivir eternas en tu preciosa ciudad.</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>Con tus manos ahuecadas has tomado mis faltas</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>la has lavado con tu amor profundo y celestial</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>y tu sangre carmesí se convirtió en agua cristalina</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>bañándome de vida, ¡Oh hermoso manantial¡</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>En oro macizo has convertido mi alma</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>que hoy brilla en medio de la humanidad</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>mi ser completo te ama y hoy te canta</span></span></b></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: #d14270;"><span>una oda para agradecer tu inmensa bondad.</span></span></b></span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-5223141483144972743?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-91697575522619750752010-12-15T14:52:00.000-03:002010-12-15T14:52:24.434-03:00Tus Ojitos (Haiku en grupo de tres)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="pupila2.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/pupila2.jpg?v=1292438628631" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #993300;">Ver hoy quisiera</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #993300;">tus ojitos marrones</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #993300;">y contentarme</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #993300;">porque ellos dicen</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #993300;">lo que has amado en vida</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #993300;">y eso me alegra.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #993300;">Mi rosa has sido</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #993300;">dulce perfume, miel</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #993300;">que llena mi alma.</span></span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-9169757552261975075?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-46592057587664590512010-12-03T13:42:00.000-03:002010-12-03T13:42:58.259-03:003<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/TPkdzTLNq6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/2P2GhU-58YE/s1600/gimmel.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/TPkdzTLNq6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/2P2GhU-58YE/s1600/gimmel.JPG" /></a></div><div style="color: orange;"><br /></div><div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Tú</span></b></div><div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Yo</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;">Él</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-4659205758766459051?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-20209324280327014412010-12-03T13:20:00.001-03:002010-12-03T16:11:22.754-03:0003-12-2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="03-12-2010.JPG" src="http://trisilabos.bligoo.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/26073/03-12-2010.JPG?v=1291396529018" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><br /><div class="content-body " id="body-1132196" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;">Hoy día <br />tercero<br />de un mes...<br /><br />que suma<br />su número<br />el tres<br /><br />Y un año<br />que hace él,<br />igual.</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2020932428032701441?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-26732328072802919942010-12-03T12:55:00.001-03:002010-12-03T12:56:46.984-03:00Escapo.<div class="content-body " id="body-1132060"><img alt="hojapluma.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/hojapluma.jpg?v=1291389345416" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /><br /><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Escapo del laberinto que a veces camino,</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>aquel lóbrego paraje de mustios deseos</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>de negras flores que parecen muertas</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>pintando con su marchito color.</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Entonces el desánimo me cubre </i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>con su deprimido manto</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>abrazando el mortecino instante</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>que alicaído trae desaliento a mi ser</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Abatido mi espíritu y ajado él</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>apaga mi risa y mi boca los dientes rechina</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Rendida, me siento a veces, rendida,</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>sofocando mi existencia</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>ahogando y languideciendo</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>mis pensamientos.</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Apesadumbrada y sonámbula,</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>medio desmayada y macilenta</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>escapo del sombrío aliento</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>de la lúgubre sensación</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>al único lugar donde hallo consuelo</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>donde todo es blanco</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>y en donde las palabras dejan su sello…</i></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>¿De qué hablo?... de una hoja de papel.</i></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2673232807280291994?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-18295856392368351032010-12-01T12:28:00.000-03:002010-12-01T12:28:22.607-03:00Este amor.<div class="content-body " id="body-1129276"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="esteamor.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/esteamor.jpg?v=1291216882450" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">Sin saber que tú me habías hallado</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">yo te buscaba fervorosamente</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">desde el génesis serías mi amado,</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">ignorante, hurgaba incansablemente</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">Con tu cielo aquel me has enamorado</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">en predestinación celosamente</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">mis pies, ambos, has guiado a tu lado</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">calzándolos de amor amablemente</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">Tuya soy y he sido desde el principio</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">cuando todo el universo era bruma</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">cuando este mundo nuestro, era un vacío</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">pensaste en mí y escribiste con pluma</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">éste, el deseo de amarte que ansío</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span><span style="color: #993300;">éste, que día a día aumenta y suma.</span></span></i></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-1829585639236835103?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-29763158952371307412010-11-12T14:31:00.000-03:002010-11-12T14:31:52.067-03:00Estaré contigo.<div class="content-body " id="body-1096823"> <span style="color: #f2c17c;"><img alt="suspiro.jpg" src="http://zarela.bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/suspiro.jpg?v=1289586396337" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></span><br /><span style="color: #c5853a;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Colmaré tu alma con grandes primicias</span></span><br /><span style="color: #c5853a;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">suavemente acariciaré tu espíritu</span></span><br /><span style="color: #c5853a;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">he de tomar con velo tus delicias</span></span><br /><span style="color: #c5853a;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">sabrás ahí, que te habito con ímpetu</span></span><br /><span style="color: #c5853a;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">inundando todo de poesías</span></span><br /><span style="color: #c5853a;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">perfumando tu lugar, ahí, in situ</span></span><br /><span style="color: #c5853a;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">porque no hay hoy confín en nuestra vida</span></span><br /><span style="color: #c5853a;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">ni frontera densa que nos divida.</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2976315895237130741?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-54032038187471030462010-10-28T13:58:00.000-03:002010-10-28T13:58:13.279-03:00Deseo (Haiku en grupo de tres)<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Amanecer.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/Amanecer.jpg?v=1288288295977" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span><span style="color: red;">Te tomaría</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span><span style="color: red;">hoy entrañablemente</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span><span style="color: red;">para mí misma</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span><span style="color: red;">Introduciendo</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span><span style="color: red;">en tu anochecer negro</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span><span style="color: red;">toda mi aurora </span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span><span style="color: red;">Para ser juntos</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span><span style="color: red;">un amanecer pleno</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span><span style="color: red;">de amor y gozo.</span></span></i></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-5403203818747103046?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-70648757711078874072010-10-26T12:18:00.000-03:002010-10-26T12:18:18.919-03:00Mi naturaleza.<i><img alt="cielo.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/cielo.jpg?v=1288107669876" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></i><br /><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>¿Por qué un pez no puede volar en el azul del cielo?</i></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>¿Por qué un ave no puede nadar,</i></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>en las hondonadas celestes del mar?</i></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Porque ambos tienen naturalezas diferentes, </i></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>en cambio, yo vuelo con alas de silbo apacible</i></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>y puedo nadar en las profundidades del mar.</i></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Es que mi naturaleza tiene amplio dominio en lo visible</i></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i> y también en lo que el ojo humano no ve.</i></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>¿Comprendes entonces...</i></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i> que puedo ir del pequeño querer al poderoso amar?</i></span></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7064875771107887407?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-23623676724498207092010-10-13T13:37:00.000-03:002010-10-13T13:37:19.977-03:00Voy a ti. (dedicado a los 33 mineros)<div class="content-body " id="body-1042590"> <div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="luz.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/luz.jpg?v=1286889036697" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>Desde la oscuridad suben mis manos hasta ti</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>desde el lecho donde duerme el cuerpo</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>desde el confín donde reside el gusano</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>desde allí, yo voy a ti luz espléndida</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>Como el brote que lucha contra su prisión</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>como ensanchado la vaginal pared</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>como el tren que sueña el fin del túnel</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>desde allí, yo voy a ti luz espléndida</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>Porque tú eres mi voluntariosa libertad</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>la desnudes de la naturaleza misma</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>luz que nutres mi vida de matices</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>espantando los grises más álgidos.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>Luz espléndida</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>albor, luminiscencia,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>fulgor de vida</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span>¡Voy a ti!</span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2362367672449820709?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-70233076495916384442010-10-01T14:16:00.000-04:002010-10-01T14:16:52.906-04:00Te amaré en ambos extremos.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="semilla.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/semilla.jpg?v=1285956518342" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">Te amaré en la tormenta</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">bajo el aguacero turbio</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">cuando el estrepitoso</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">y grandioso trueno</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">irrumpa el silencio</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">Te amaré en la bonanza</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">de la tarde estival</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">cuando las semillas vuelan</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">colgándose en la brisa</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">para perpetuarse</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">Te amaré en ambos extremos</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">en malos y en los buenos</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">cuando crea que ya no te amo</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">te amaré igual, porque…</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span><span style="color: #ff9900;">¿ Para que nací? sino para amarte.</span></span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7023307649591638444?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-67173607944479298372010-09-21T12:23:00.000-04:002010-09-21T12:23:38.419-04:00Amor mi amor<div class="content-body " id="body-1005303"> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><img alt="luzdeamor.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/luzdeamor.jpg?v=1285080803916" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>Porque nací de ti y para ti</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>te canto todos los días de mi vida,</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>sé que en aquellos lugares vacios</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>podré colocarte y tú los va a llenar</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>con perfectas estrellas</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>con esplendorosa armonía,</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>la soledad destruirás con tu voz</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>el silencio ahuyentarás con poderío</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>Amor mi amor</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>Emergí de ti y para ti</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>Amor mi amor</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>Sin ti no imagino</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>caminar senderos entre piedras</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>caer en huecos de oscuridad</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>ahogar mí ser en salina agua,</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>es que tú tiendes alfombra cálida</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>me calzas sandalias de ternura</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>iluminas mis ojos con tu llama</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>y me tiendes cuerda de salvación</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>Amor mi amor</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>Emergí de ti y para ti</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span>Amor mi amor</span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-6717360794447929837?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-27949715669063254632010-09-16T11:25:00.000-04:002010-09-16T11:25:48.388-04:00Lléname de ti.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="llename.jpg" src="http://www.atinachile.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/llename.jpg?v=1284650132973" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span><b>¡Oh tú al que mi alma ama!</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span><b>al que mi espíritu busca</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span><b>y mi cuerpo desea para perfección.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span><b>Tú, el que haces de mi algo mejor</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span><b>que ilumina mis esperanzas</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span><b>cuando camino el sendero azul.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span><b>Ven a mí hermoso como eres</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span><b>cubre mi ser con tu fragancia</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span><b>aplaca toda tristeza, lléname de ti.</b></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2794971566906325463?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-22176122833143857682010-09-13T10:03:00.001-04:002010-09-13T10:04:27.856-04:00Q.E.P.D.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="luto.jpg" src="http://www.atinachile.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/195/luto.jpg?v=1284385754196" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" />.</div><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Q.E.P.D.</span></div><div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Entonces vino el soplo y te llevó con él</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">arrastrándote hasta perderte de mi vista</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">entre las demás has desaparecido,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">dejando solo la memoria de tu vida.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Celebro la tortura cíclica en cada otoño</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> cuando danzas tu partida en el viento</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">pero mejores son para mí las primaveras</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">porque vuelvo a ver tu nacimiento.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A veces te extraño, otras ni tanto te anhelo</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">algunas me resigno a que no te tengo</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">entonces en aquel instante miro al cielo</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y recuerdo como se veían las nubes a lo lejos.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2217612283314385768?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-66774826202623480442010-08-05T10:55:00.000-04:002010-08-05T10:55:26.165-04:00Ámame amor.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="rubi_perla.jpg" height="345" src="http://haikudezarela.bligoo.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/rubi_perla.jpg?v=1281019330386" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" width="251" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><b><span style="color: #d2225a;">Pinta mis ojos</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><b><span style="color: #d2225a;">de verdes naturales</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><b><span style="color: #d2225a;">con tu querer.</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><b><span style="color: #d2225a;">Mi corazón</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><b><span style="color: #d2225a;">trasfórmalo en rubí</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><b><span style="color: #d2225a;">eterna perla.</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><b><span style="color: #d2225a;">Harás de mí</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><b><span style="color: #d2225a;">una hermosa criatura,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><b><span style="color: #d2225a;">ámame amor.</span></b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-6677482620262348044?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-81203773281529565842010-07-28T12:17:00.004-04:002010-07-28T12:30:48.224-04:00Desde el crepúsculo al amanecer<img alt="Imagen023.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/Imagen023.jpg?v=1280333526553" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /><br /><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Al otro lado del crepúsculo las estrellas me miran</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">en ellas está tu parpadear siempre vivo.</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">En la superficie del mar de sueños </span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">tu anhelo eterno y compasivo,</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">en los silencios de la noche oscura cantas</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">cual trova de grillo </span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">hermosas lágrimas trasparentes de rocío,</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">confiándolas en mi mano verde pino.</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Te recojo con mis ojos,</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">te acaricio con mi respiro</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">escucho tu melodía </span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y me duermo contigo.</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Al otro lado del crepúsculo las estrellas me miran</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">en ellas está tu parpadear siempre vivo.</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">En la superficie de mi lecho limpio</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">tu anhelo eterno y compasivo,</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">en los silencios de la noche oscura</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">mi sueño camina tus pasos</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">dibujando huellas, creando un pasillo</span></i></b></div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">para llegar a ti amado elegido.</span></i></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8120377328152956584?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-87225985046649936832010-07-08T15:16:00.001-04:002010-07-08T15:17:35.996-04:00Amanecer (Haiku en grupo de tres)<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/TDYj7CrVD_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/6DMOiq8i2z4/s1600/estrella_alba3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/TDYj7CrVD_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/6DMOiq8i2z4/s320/estrella_alba3.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #4082c9;">Resplandeciente</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #4082c9;">estrella matutina</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #4082c9;">eres tú amado.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #4082c9;">Nueva y gloriosa,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #4082c9;">soy por ti una alborada</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #4082c9;">engalanada</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #4082c9;">Brillante céfiro</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #4082c9;">a mi pecho te cuelgo</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #4082c9;">tal corazón.</span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8722598504664993683?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-40688436556920099192010-06-30T11:16:00.000-04:002010-06-30T11:16:10.578-04:00Sobrevivo<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="atardecer.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/atardecer.jpg?v=1274295965850" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Resisto por el amor que te siento</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">bajo y subo mi pensar cada instante</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">para que el olvido marche más lento</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y no se apague tu elixir fragante.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Mis pensamientos los cuelgo en el viento</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">cual farolas blancas con luz menguante</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">para iluminar tu presencia invento</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">mil cosas que sacian eso angustiante,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">El entierro de la luz, cruel retrato</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">cuando desangra su rayo naranja</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y hace del horizonte su almohada</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">De haber acompañado al sol un rato</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">verlo desaparecer en la zanja,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">¡aquello sobrevivo desolada!.</span></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-4068843655692009919?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-65465993909416361902010-05-17T13:29:00.000-04:002010-05-17T13:29:19.333-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="violencia.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/violencia.jpg?v=1274111639532" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /> </div><br /><br /><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Vives en los morados montes de la desolación</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">donde la vergüenza carcome los huesos heridos</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">donde las lágrimas se tiñen de carmesí</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> en venoso ojitos marchitos</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">donde el silencio se hace cómplice de las noches en vela</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">y las transita </span><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 10pt;">como alma en pena .</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Despreciable perra maldita, pérfida, pútrida, infame</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">macabra y cobarde son las obras que prodigas</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">despreciable vil indigna…a ti te llamo…</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">escúchame no te hagas la sorda</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">despreciable y maldita llamada Violencia.</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Engendro deforme te crees con derecho al tormento</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">de castigar a aquellos que eliges pobres y débiles</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">no hay alma en tu cuerpo, solo un espíritu maligno</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">de dominar la luz con las tinieblas que siembras</span></b></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">valle de angustia transitan tus sucios y fríos pies.</span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-6546599390941636190?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-63941273972493359552010-05-17T13:27:00.002-04:002010-05-17T13:27:20.980-04:00Prejuicios.<img alt="uvas_verdes.jpg" height="284" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/uvas_verdes.jpg?v=1273875753488" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" width="350" /><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">Esa ligereza de observar</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">nos hace a veces mal pisar</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">caer en agujeros tenebrosos</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">desde donde es difícil escapar.</span></b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">La levedad de conocer</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">prefiere el camino más corto</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">porque la uva de verde</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">se ve perjudicial</span></b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">¡Pobre verde racimo</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">aun cuando maduro está!</span></b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">Todos los gajos juntos </span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">cada uno con su propio sabor </span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">aquí están en mi mano</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">delicadamente los tomo,</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">uno a uno los pruebo</span></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #99cc00;">y con cada uno me deleito.</span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-6394127397249335955?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-38129337883104599342010-05-14T13:28:00.000-04:002010-05-14T13:28:34.182-04:00Esas almas.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="esasalmas.jpg" src="http://www.zarela.cl/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/esasalmas.jpg?v=1273686980041" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">Las almas ocultas tras aquel azul velo </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">sutilmente desconformes con lo que tienen,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">rechinan sus voces dentro del espíritu</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">para escapar de esa cárcel de pensamiento.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">Ahí están esas almas cruelmente sufriendo,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">abrumadas arrojan lamentos al viento</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">y estos volando se cuelan por laberintos</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">enterrándose entre las grietas del olvido.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">El alma encarcelada agonizante clama</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">con cruel sollozo famélico y reprimido,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">el deseo de desarroparse y bailar </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">sobre el extraordinario universo eterno.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">Pobres almas ladronas de esos sueños nuevos,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">espinos en la sien que sangran espejismos </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">cual fruto de cerezo inmaduro en invierno,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">su sabor amargo es a la lengua de fuego</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">Congeladas emblanquecidas por los prismas</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">del copo de nieve cayendo sobre el suelo,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">se derriten con el contacto de mis dedos</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: teal;">se vuelven agua, se vuelven nieve de nuevo.</span></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3812933788310459934?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-38066482603258476472010-05-14T13:26:00.000-04:002010-05-14T13:26:22.043-04:00Mi tristeza.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="cinabrio.jpg" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/cinabrio.jpg?v=1273241277481" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #d62867;">Cuando la tristeza se hace parte de mí</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #d62867;">los colores del universo se funden con mi sangre</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #d62867;">transformándolos en púrpuras,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #d62867;">bermellones y violetas.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #d62867;">En trozos coagulados</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #d62867;">mis sentimientos van cayendo a tierra</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #d62867;">esparcidos y desgarrados.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #d62867;">Tan tristes como yo,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #d62867;">los cinabrios van envolviendo mi pena</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #d62867;">enmoheciendo mi espíritu,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #d62867;">oxidando mis manos.</span></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3806648260325847647?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-3180402174759765552010-05-14T13:25:00.000-04:002010-05-14T13:25:12.780-04:00Petición (Haiku en grupo de tres)<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/llora-diamante.jpg" height="499" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/llora-diamante.jpg?v=1273098922391" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/llora-diamante.jpg" width="500" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: grey;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Llora el diamante<br />para su perfección<br />al ser pulido.<br /><br />Así yo lloro<br />con las luchas terrenas<br />en este mundo.<br /><br />Seca mis lágrimas,<br />alégrame Ángel mío,<br />endulza mi alma.</span></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-318040217475976555?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-37473907377020492722010-05-14T13:24:00.000-04:002010-05-14T13:24:05.855-04:00Amado hermsno y amigo.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><img alt="Unci_n.jpg" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/Unci_n.jpg?v=1272645631273" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="Unci_n.jpg" /></span> </div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Unción divina has recibido en llama de fuego</span></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">luz que nunca será apagada te envuelve</span></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">en fe que entregas con alimento fresco</span></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">das esperanza y aliento a este cuerpo breve</span></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">esperando la adopción prometida</span></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que reemplazará lo temporal por lo eterno…</span></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que Dios te guarde y te bendiga</span></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">amado hermano y amigo.</span></span></b></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #339966;">Dedicado al Doctor y Ministro</span></span></span></b></div><div align="center"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #339966;"> Sergio Aguilar Dueñas </span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #339966;">en su día de cumpleaños.</span></span></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3747390737702049272?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-81704183894114181192010-05-14T13:22:00.000-04:002010-05-14T13:22:27.667-04:00Ahí te quiero.<!-- Comienza el contenedor del contenido del sitio --> <!-- Comienza el contenido central del sitio --> <!-- google_ad_section_start --><a href="" name="content-top"></a> <span class="label submited-by"></span><span class="date-date"><span class="date-prefix"></span><span class="date-week-day"></span><span class="date-connector"></span><span class="date-day"></span><span class="date-month"></span><span class="date-connector"></span><span class="date-year"></span></span><span class="time-prefix"></span><span class="time-hour"></span><span class="time-connector"></span><br /><div class="post-wrap"><div class="post-details"><span class="label date"><span class="date-time"><span class="time-minutes"></span></span> <div class="taxonomy"><span class="horizontal-list"><span class="horizontal-item-0"><span class="label"></span><span class="horizontal-list"><span class="horizontal-item-0"></span><span class="horizontal-separator horizontal-separator-1"></span> <span class="horizontal-item-1"></span><span class="horizontal-separator horizontal-separator-2"></span> <span class="horizontal-item-2"></span><span class="horizontal-separator horizontal-separator-3"></span> <span class="horizontal-item-3"></span><span class="horizontal-separator horizontal-separator-4"></span> <span class="horizontal-item-4"></span><span class="horizontal-separator horizontal-separator-5"></span> <span class="horizontal-item-5"></span></span></span></span><img alt="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/ahitequiero.JPG" height="291" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/ahitequiero.JPG?v=1272555509825" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/ahitequiero.JPG" width="640" /></div></span> </div></div><!-- Debe tenes un objeto de clase content-body, de la forma class='content-body'--> <!--INFOLINKS_ON--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8170418389411418119?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-23718717510563744902010-05-14T13:18:00.001-04:002011-04-08T10:52:06.038-03:00Amor eterno. (Haiku en grupo de tres)<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/amor-eterno.jpg" height="388" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/amor-eterno.jpg?v=1271948969753" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/amor-eterno.jpg" width="497" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Si te ha quitado</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">todo la humanidad,</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">te amaré igual</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Empobrecido,</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">aun así te amaré</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">en ese instante</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Te cubriré</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">con este sentimiento</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">de puro amor.<br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/buy/1004226077753"><img alt="Safe Creative #1004226077753" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/forcommons/1004226077753/label/barcode-comprar-72" style="border: 0pt none;" /></a><br /></span></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2371871751056374490?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-35404838979377428882010-05-14T13:15:00.002-04:002010-05-14T13:15:58.172-04:00Te extrañe.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/textra_o.jpg" height="378" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/textra_o.jpg?v=1271861060549" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/textra_o.jpg" width="468" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hoy extrañé el beso de la mañana</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que a penas toca mi silueta</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">aquella envuelta en delicados sueños</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">tules y sedas de añorada paz</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hoy extrañé tu voz pausada y amena</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que danza en la sutil fragancia</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que destila la aurora despierta y fresca</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">en la clara mañana de un día más</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hoy extrañó mi ángel al tuyo</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">detuvo el tiempo para acostar su rostro</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y detenerse a meditar, en la extraña extrañeza</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">del deseo de extrañar.</span></span></b></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3540483897937742888?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-53681496642176663942010-05-14T13:08:00.003-04:002011-04-08T10:39:25.983-03:00Sol y Luna.<img alt="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/Sol_y_Luna.JPG" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/Sol_y_Luna.JPG?v=1271339549884" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/Sol_y_Luna.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: #ff6600;">Veo en ti manifestada<br />inmaculada simpleza<br />de maravillas en flor<br />atadas a la existencia.<br /><br />Temporalidad y al mismo tiempo<br />eterna complacencia.<br /><br />Amado amanecer luminoso<br />música del cielo, <br />oasis de felicidad plena.<br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/buy/1004156014392" ><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/forcommons/1004156014392/label/barcode-comprar-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #1004156014392"/></a></span></b>.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-5368149664217666394?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-13979806647370862432010-05-14T13:07:00.001-04:002010-05-14T13:07:39.196-04:00Gimiendo estoy.<div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><img alt="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/ruego.jpg" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/ruego.jpg?v=1271083836242" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/ruego.jpg" /></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Gimiendo estoy </i></span></b></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>deseo que vengas ahora por mí, </i></span></b></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>que me abraces en forma intensa,</i></span></b></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>que me vistas de perfección.</i></span></b></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>Nada me motiva aquí,</i></span></b></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>quiero que me ciñas en alto</i></span></b></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>espero por ti clamando </i></span></b></div><div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>ven por mí o déjame dormir…</i></span></b></div><div style="color: #ffe599;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i> ven por mí…</i></span></b></div><div style="color: #ffe599;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i> o déjame dormir.</i></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-1397980664737086243?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-88461813208999264632010-05-14T13:04:00.002-04:002010-05-14T13:04:51.908-04:00Becquerianamente respondo.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/1269869591941-Susurro.jpg" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/1269869591941-Susurro.jpg?v=1269873175197" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/1269869591941-Susurro.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Me preguntas ahora ¿Por qué te amo?</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y respondo a tu oído,</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">porque tienes aquello que no tengo</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">he incluso aquello que tengo también.</span></span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8846181320899926463?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-39568125215612331622010-05-14T13:03:00.002-04:002010-05-14T13:03:48.832-04:00Soñamos.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="sue_o2.jpg" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/sue_o2.jpg?v=1269545290170" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="sue_o2.jpg" /><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Soñamos despiertos, soñamos dormidos,<br />aspiramos a grandes cosas<br />que para otros no tienen sentido.<br /><br />Dormido mi sueño se descontrola<br />despierto le indico el destino.<br /><br />Sufrimos en sueños despiertos<br />sufrimos más en sueños dormidos.<br /><br />Mi sueño reside en lo invisible<br />desde ahí lo traigo a mi presente.<br /><br /><br />Leyes rigen mis sueños,<br />un mecanismo los envuelve,<br />mis metas son mis sueños<br />mi senda y mi camino.<br /><br />Cuida tu sueño despierto<br />mucho más que tu sueño dormido<br />cuando haga oda tu sueño<br />cantará, lo que has sido.</span></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3956812521561233162?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-10602171309626470972010-05-14T13:02:00.000-04:002010-05-14T13:02:31.610-04:00Paz.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="PAZ.jpg" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/PAZ.jpg?v=1269024423447" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="PAZ.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Anhelo la paz danzante de tul,<br />en blanco grácil refresca su piel,<br />recuesta su cabellera dorada<br />en almohada de suave algodón.<br /><br />Dulce elixir de ternura la paz,<br />mi boca la toma y todo mi ser,<br />regocija su existir perspicaz<br />creando dulzura dentro de mi.<br /><br />¡ Oh dulzura de paz duerme conmigo!<br />acaramela mi corazón hoy<br />estremece la bella creación,<br />con tu santísima y bella canción.</span></span></i></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-1060217130962647097?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-83778519633994393152010-05-14T12:59:00.003-04:002010-05-14T13:00:03.012-04:00De la mejilla cae.<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtxA_HesOpY/SyUMXRx85mI/AAAAAAAAAcc/rWm_Y6fMA3k/s320/lagrima.jpg?v=1268837300976" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" /></span><br /><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Rueda y baja la orilla de la barca<br />de entre las espezas pestañas negras<br />sola camina al frente, <br />la cristalina gota,<br />cubriendo cicatrices,<br />descubriendo esperanza.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8377851963399439315?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-88099220297076914222010-05-14T12:58:00.002-04:002010-05-14T12:58:46.186-04:00¿Qué hará mi corazón sin él?<div align="center"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><img alt="corazondisuelto.jpg" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/corazondisuelto.jpg?v=1268152867850" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="corazondisuelto.jpg" /></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Cuando la ira entra en mi corazón</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>el amor sale...</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>¿Qué hará mi corazón sin él?</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><strong>Cuando la aversión entra en mi corazón</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>el amor sale...</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>¿Qué hará mi corazón sin él?</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Pobre va quedando</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>indigente necesitado,</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>hambriento, desafortunado,</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>mi corazón sin amor es un desdichado.</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Una habitación tiene,</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>un nido, </strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>solo un lecho,</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>cuando entra el odio a mi corazón</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>el amor desaparece</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><strong>como un suspiro se desvanece.</strong></span></span></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><!--external_code_start--><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1003095716671" rel="cc:license" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#"><img alt="Safe Creative #1003095716671" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1003095716671/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none;" /></a></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8809922029707691422?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-28395741611456214002010-05-14T12:57:00.000-04:002010-05-14T12:57:14.688-04:00Tiemblan mis sueños.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><img alt="tiemblan.jpg" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/tiemblan.jpg?v=1267563676500" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="tiemblan.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #00ccff;"><b>Tiemblan mis sueños</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #00ccff;"><b>tiemblan en mi realidad,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #00ccff;"><b>se han desmoronado poco a poco</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #00ccff;"><b>desparramando frialdad.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #00ccff;"><b>Hecho trizas,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #00ccff;"><b>encuentro a algunos,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #00ccff;"><b>otros, aún intactos están,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #00ccff;"><b>con estos seguiré adelante</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #00ccff;"><b>a pesar de que tiemble mi caminar.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #00ccff;"><b>Tiemblan mis sueños</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #00ccff;"><b>a veces tiembla mi voluntad.<!--external_code_start--><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1003025676099" rel="cc:license" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#"><img alt="Safe Creative #1003025676099" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1003025676099/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none;" /></a></b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2839574161145621400?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-59026041201100417162010-05-14T12:55:00.000-04:002010-05-14T12:55:35.368-04:00Te escondes.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="caracol.jpg" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/caracol.jpg?v=1267124746916" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="caracol.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Te escondes… ¿ de qué?</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Te encubres con membrana nacarada</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">bajo imágenes misteriosas te ocultas</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">y lo que más deseas es que te descubran.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Disimulas lo que no simulas, </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">el temor a que te revelen,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">te va dejando cicatrices,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> perennes, perennes.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Te escondes…¿ de qué?</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">De observarte en el límite, te escondes</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">de ver la realidad que has creado, te escondes</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">de eso, de no estar conforme.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Te escondes</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">de ti mismo,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #888888;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">te escondes.</span></b></span></div><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #888888;"><!--external_code_start--></span></span></span></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #888888;"><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1002255624542" rel="cc:license" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#"><img alt="Safe Creative #1002255624542" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1002255624542/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none;" /></a></span></span></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-5902604120110041716?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-62470853942691841572010-05-14T12:54:00.000-04:002010-05-14T12:54:10.209-04:00Amando.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Dos_Mandarinas.jpg" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/Dos_Mandarinas.jpg?v=1266610658899" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="Dos_Mandarinas.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff9900;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Ayer<br />nació<br />mi amor<br /><br />Hoy amo<br />mañana<br />también<br /><br />Amando<br />tu ser<br />estoy.</span></span></div><span style="color: #ff9900;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><!--external_code_start--><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1002195554985" rel="cc:license" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#"><img alt="Safe Creative #1002195554985" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1002195554985/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none;" /></a></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-6247085394269184157?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-88164094656339674392010-05-14T12:52:00.001-04:002010-05-14T12:52:27.221-04:00`Peligrosa poesía.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><img alt="locura.jpg" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/locura.jpg?v=1266344714218" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="locura.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b>La peligrosidad de la poesía</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b>radica en la lucidez del poeta</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b>para ver aquello que está y no está,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b>para ver lo visible en lo invisible.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b>La peligrosidad de la poesía</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b>está en su aparente cotidianidad</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b>que a veces hace al poeta sumergirse</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b>en la tinieblas de la sinrazón.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b>La peligrosidad de la poesía</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b>hace que el ser de testimonio de ser</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b>y en su testimonio se busque</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b>y en la búsqueda se desorienté.</b></span></span></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #993366;"><b><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1002165533255" rel="cc:license" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#"><img alt="Safe Creative #1002165533255" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1002165533255/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none;" /></a></b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8816409465633967439?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-65546708462320706522010-05-14T12:49:00.003-04:002010-05-14T12:50:41.978-04:00Vosotros.<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="vosotros.jpg" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/vosotros.jpg?v=1265919322369" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="vosotros.jpg" /></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>Tanta aflicción veo en vosotros</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>tanta soledad embotellada a vista de todos</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>tan poco amor sazona vuestras vidas</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>que desdicha por ustedes.</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>¡Que desdicha!</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>Amargados amargándose amargamente,</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>deseosos de un pañuelo suave y delicado</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>que limpie vuestros ojos sumergidos</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>navegando en torrentes y saladas lágrimas</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>¡Os sentís solos!</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>Si tan solo comprendieseis</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>que la soledad es un don para vuestra protección</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>porque sino estaríais estrangulados </b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>y no podrías siquiera conoceros a si mismos</b></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>¡Bendita soledad!</b><b><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1002115505981" rel="cc:license" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#"><img alt="Safe Creative #1002115505981" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1002115505981/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none;" /></a></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-6554670846232070652?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-59121951701405647102010-05-14T12:48:00.002-04:002010-05-14T12:48:27.178-04:00Letras.<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/186911/images/public/20503/pluma.jpg?v=1265752718423" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 4px;" title="pluma.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Temo pisar las blancas piedras,</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">temo derramar la tinta en ellas.</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Un abismo se abre paso </span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">cada vez que ellas van pariendo silabas.</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Un estremecer los pelos en mi piel,</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">un precipicio ante mis ojos</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">son las palabras que escribo.</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Y las vuelco desparramadas</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">agitadas, solitarias y libres.</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Las letras van creando conjuntos</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">se van inventando historias propias</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">para sobrellevar la tediosa carga</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">que sobre sus hombros llevan a cuesta…</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff6600;"><i><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">de ellas cuelgan, de ellas cuelgan.</span></b></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-5912195170140564710?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-26653143056556598002010-05-14T12:42:00.000-04:002010-05-14T12:42:30.616-04:00Siguiendo el cause.<div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SrE2wzysnwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vrI8qIwDCUA/s1600-h/manosenagua.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382143241848921858" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SrE2wzysnwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vrI8qIwDCUA/s400/manosenagua.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 302px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><span style="color: green; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Y si rompieran el cántaro<br />desde lo alto,<br />te sostendría en mis manos<br />todo el tiempo que pudiera.<br /><br />Y si te resbalas de entre las comisuras<br />te iría siguiendo,<br />para saber a donde te lleva el cause.<br /><br />Y una vez que supiera que estas en el lecho<br />te observaría y me sumiría en las agua<br />para poder recordarte.<br /><br />Así de una u otra forma<br />nunca te dejaría,<br />nunca me dejarías,<br />nunca nos dejaríamos.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2665314305655659800?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-67739914704313227142010-05-14T12:40:00.000-04:002010-05-14T12:40:04.516-04:00Verde, azul, rosado.<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sq51SsppzbI/AAAAAAAAAck/G3yLz-bnXqo/s1600-h/flordurazno.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381367568838282674" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sq51SsppzbI/AAAAAAAAAck/G3yLz-bnXqo/s400/flordurazno.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 263px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 350px;" /></a><span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">Una rama que reverdece<br />se guinda en el azul sereno<br />acampan los trinos en lo alto,<br />se mecen como un océano,<br />arriba el verde,<br />existe colgado,<br />un nuevo retoño rosado,<br />delicado y perfumado,<br />la flor del durazno,<br />desprende todo su encanto,<br />me abrazo en un suspiro amplio,<br />vasto aliento en un cielo claro.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-6773991470431322714?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-65134507013015515812010-05-14T12:37:00.003-04:002011-04-08T10:26:11.710-03:00Lirios.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SpvV8GxR3CI/AAAAAAAAAcE/b4Ox-iRNluo/s1600-h/lirios-m.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376125808782990370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SpvV8GxR3CI/AAAAAAAAAcE/b4Ox-iRNluo/s400/lirios-m.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="color: olive;">Tu ser es un lirio blanco<br />perfumado muy fragante<br />reflejado en la oscuridad<br />su imagen orgullosa asoma,<br />en medio de la humanidad<br />muestras toda tu belleza.<br /><br />Mi ser es un lirio blanco<br />de afelpados pétalos <br />abiertos sin segregar <br />que cubren de dulzura,<br />en medio de la humanidad<br />muestro toda mi belleza.<br /><br />Un ramo de lirios blancos,<br />en un cristal de agua clara y pura.<br /><br />Un ramo de lirios blancos,<br />en oscuridad perfumando dulzura.<br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/buy/0909144531220"><img alt="Safe Creative #0909144531220" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/forcommons/0909144531220/label/standard-comprarlicenciar-72" style="border: 0pt none;" /></a><br /> </span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-6513450701301551581?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-92082665722760661302009-12-28T18:08:00.002-03:002009-12-28T18:10:55.393-03:00La rosa estaba muerta.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Szkei28pC5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/j9HyCkCJhz4/s1600-h/rosamuerta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Szkei28pC5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/j9HyCkCJhz4/s400/rosamuerta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420397210731350930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">La rosa estaba muerta<br />yacía púrpura e inerte<br />toda ella y sus espinas,<br />sobre la alfombra verde<br /><br />La rosa estaba muerta<br />hoy llegué a su entierro<br />le traje una corona de lágrimas<br />las colocaré sobre su féretro<br /><br />La rosa estaba muerta<br />la tierra cubrirá su cuerpo<br />hoy los pájaros no cantan<br />el silencio detuvo al tiempo<br /><br />La rosa estaba muerta<br />mi corazón se vistió de negro<br />mis ilusiones escribieron su lápida<br />ellas se disolverán con el viento<br /><br />La rosa estaba muerta<br />y con ella murieron mis deseos<br />la rosa estaba muerta,<br />la muerte llevó mis sueños.<br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0912285216161" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0912285216161/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none ;" alt="Safe Creative #0912285216161" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-9208266572276066130?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-32027484587811719842009-12-21T13:26:00.006-03:002009-12-21T15:58:59.844-03:00Perfección<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sy-tEx6Ad-I/AAAAAAAAAio/UOyLS9APosQ/s1600-h/perfeccion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sy-tEx6Ad-I/AAAAAAAAAio/UOyLS9APosQ/s400/perfeccion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417739174377715682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Reposo bajo el sol abrazador<br />mi amor te demuestro,<br />reposo bajo la sombra fría<br /><br />Como el círculo blanco negro<br />en perfecta división<br />mi amor es perfecto<br /><br />Yo varona, tú varón<br />mientras el uno nos observa,<br />ambos somos creación<br /><br />Perfectas partes,<br />incrustadas en el único<br />completamos tres<br /><br />Reposo bajo el sol abrazador<br />mi amor te demuestro,<br />reposo bajo la sombra fría.<br /></span></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0912215168133" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0912215168133/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none ;" alt="Safe Creative #0912215168133" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3202748458781171984?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-19186309737907835362009-12-16T13:21:00.007-03:002009-12-17T11:14:42.662-03:00Un beso<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SykKXVCC0QI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/cd5qTyj8Qi8/s1600-h/besobajoarbol.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SykKXVCC0QI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/cd5qTyj8Qi8/s400/besobajoarbol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415871422788718850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Amado<br />sin fin<br />te miro<br /><br />Bajito<br />del álamo<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">te beso<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">Ramaje</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />verde</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> y<br />fragante.</span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0912165124180" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0912165124180/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none ;" alt="Safe Creative #0912165124180" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-1918630973790783536?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-84023959836946927042009-12-15T12:36:00.005-03:002009-12-17T11:19:34.969-03:00De fuera hacia dentro.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sye093GN5hI/AAAAAAAAAiI/INxKTXX8r4s/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sye093GN5hI/AAAAAAAAAiI/INxKTXX8r4s/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415496051791357458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >Temor me da observar el horizonte</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >y hallar tu vista viva que me mira,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >donde el cielo besa el perfil del monte,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >donde el verde se disuelve y se vira</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >El canto cadencioso del sinsonte</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >mi pasión eleva en caliente pira</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >comiendo mis deseos en apronte</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >mis notas altas tocas en la lira</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >En todas las cosas estás presente</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >donde reposo mi ojos yo te veo,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >acompañada por tu ser me encuentro</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >Se agudiza mi vid por ti, su afluente,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >inunda mi cuerpo un sutil deseo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" >de que estés en mi interior, aquí dentro</span></span>.</div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0912155119851" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0912155119851/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none ;" alt="Safe Creative #0912155119851" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8402395983694692704?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-36533726184853061292009-12-09T16:05:00.004-03:002009-12-09T16:14:55.404-03:00Te observo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sx_2de_ptXI/AAAAAAAAAho/5T6c2CHxMK8/s1600-h/temiro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sx_2de_ptXI/AAAAAAAAAho/5T6c2CHxMK8/s400/temiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413316263519303026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" ><br />Te observo mientras hablas,</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >te observo mientras comes,</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >te observo mientras caminas,</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >me causa un placer infinito mirarte.</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" ><br /><br />Voy guardando cada ondulación</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >cada recta de tu presencia en mi cabeza,</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" ><br />para luego poder imaginarte</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" ><br />y hacerte real para que me acompañes.</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" ><br /><br />Por aquello te observo,</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" ><br />te miro, y en mirarte se me va el tiempo</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" ><br />y no lo busco, porque te estoy observando</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">,</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" ><br />un regalo para mi sentido es el mirarte.<br /></span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" ><br />y me place,</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >observarte</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >y me place,</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" >mirarte.</span></span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0912095088118" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0912095088118/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0912095088118"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3653372618485306129?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-37371464275107558532009-12-05T16:23:00.007-03:002010-01-14T11:18:25.603-03:00Agitando al viento mi cabello<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SyD_oAuv1aI/AAAAAAAAAh4/gRyQ0TUHWzY/s1600-h/ella.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 270px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413607814955259298" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SyD_oAuv1aI/AAAAAAAAAh4/gRyQ0TUHWzY/s400/ella.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Escucho a lo lejos tu voz que llama</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">en mil gaitas irlandesas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">mi espíritu se trenza</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Has bajado mi ángel del cielo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">para que dance en este prado</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">muy lejos de la mundanal vida</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Y mis pies se agitan,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">cobran vida hasta las piedras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">con tu estrepitoso ruido</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Me has llamado del abismo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">aquí danzo contigo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">mi amado ungido</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Las campanas hacen un coro</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">que camina sobre las notas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">cimbrando sus caderas al compás</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Dulce se despojan de sus ropas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">para entregar todo su energía vital,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">me estremecen envolviéndome toda</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Me dejo acariciar por esta melodía</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">que acuna mi sensaciones</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">las deposita en fino cristal</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Porque un vaso reluciente</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">has hecho de mí ser</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">diamante en prisma</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Colores de dicha en el azul</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">se despliegan cautivas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">en un dorado resplandor</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Mis tres han hecho una comunidad</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">en la cual albergo tu amor</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">nota primorosa en sol.</span><br /></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0912055066668" rel="cc:license" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#"><img style="border: 0pt none ;" alt="Safe Creative #0912055066668" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0912055066668/label/logo2-72" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3737146427510755853?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-77967440468846371312009-12-03T17:58:00.003-03:002009-12-03T18:08:37.062-03:00La noche.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SxgnmrJKdyI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/nL-xeE97g5Q/s1600-h/amanecer.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411118497655322402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SxgnmrJKdyI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/nL-xeE97g5Q/s400/amanecer.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>Sobre el frescor de la mañana<br />las brumas se van despidiendo<br />de las penumbras que han acariciado su faz ,<br />bajo los miles de ojos lagrimosos<br />colgados en el cielo negro y mordaz.<br /><br />Se aleja arrastrando su crespón ,<br />lentamente camina sobre la llanura,<br />sus pies, ya invisible, pisan el pasto<br />donde las flores abren sus pétalos<br />besando el dorado rayo del sol. </em></strong></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0912035057358" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0912035057358/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0912035057358"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7796744046884637131?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-40729380696283776902009-11-30T21:25:00.003-03:002009-12-17T11:17:58.182-03:00Concurso Relatos de Colección...mi premio<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SxRjXg3hZRI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zCS9mQbiTBo/s1600/Imagen587.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SxRjKfsPT8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/aPCRN_xsd-Y/s1600/Imagen583.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410058084335701954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SxRjKfsPT8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/aPCRN_xsd-Y/s400/Imagen583.jpg" /></a><br /><br />El sábado 28 de noviembre, en el hall central del edificio de Bellas Artes, Celfin Capital realizó la entrega única del Libro Centenario - edición de lujo del libro sobre la 1° publicación de la Colección Nacional del Museo - a los ganadores del Concurso Relatos de Colección, en el marco de las celebraciones del Centenario del Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-4072938069628377690?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-14290185840699712002009-11-20T11:00:00.005-03:002009-11-20T11:06:46.916-03:00(Haiku) - Meditación.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SwahajzJBsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/XE1YeI4HmN0/s1600/vidamuerte.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406185880363271874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SwahajzJBsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/XE1YeI4HmN0/s400/vidamuerte.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;">Amaneció,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;">¿Qué hiciste con tu vida?,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;">vendrá la noche.</span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0911204912436" rel="cc:license" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Safe Creative #0911204912436" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0911204912436/label/logo2-72" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-1429018584069971200?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-234920374310457712009-11-18T08:57:00.003-03:002009-11-18T09:23:46.642-03:00(Haiku) - Pasión.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SwPmYXzjtKI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ScbcAz4aAaA/s1600/Orquidea-Roja.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SwPmYXzjtKI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ScbcAz4aAaA/s400/Orquidea-Roja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405417284156241058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mi roja orquídea</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">espera humedecida</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">tu beso cálido.</span></span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0911184900263" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0911184900263/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none ;" alt="Safe Creative #0911184900263" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-23492037431045771?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-78727483041557777112009-11-16T14:20:00.003-03:002009-11-16T14:45:23.625-03:00Aquel abrió mi corazón.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SwGMgUQNUTI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YqunXaNSwJQ/s1600/corazon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404755514641699122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SwGMgUQNUTI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YqunXaNSwJQ/s400/corazon.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Aún cuando las fuerzas oscuras<br />quieran alejar nuestros espíritus<br />ellos han de caminar juntos con ímpetu<br />porque escrito estaba antes<br />de la fundación de este mundo.<br /><br />Nuestros cuerpos estarán unidos<br />mientras transitemos está dimensión,<br />aún cuando huracanes nos envistan<br />y la niebla no nos permita vernos,<br />sabré que estás ahí junto a mi<br /><br />Nos unió<br />“el que abre y ninguno cierra,<br />el que cierra y ninguno abre”,<br />este abrió mi corazón para ti.</span> </span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0911164891529" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0911164891529/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0911164891529"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7872748304155777711?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-26367247080387377902009-11-12T14:45:00.003-03:002009-11-12T14:57:21.389-03:00Haiku - Aura<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SvxKznqTNEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/B4WDHn2y2Ys/s1600-h/fantasia-turquesa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SvxKznqTNEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/B4WDHn2y2Ys/s400/fantasia-turquesa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403275903617938498" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Simple hermosura</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">en tu aura verde azul</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">piedra turquesa</span></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0911124872209" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0911124872209/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none ;" alt="Safe Creative #0911124872209" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2636724708038737790?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-87981910243944586562009-11-09T17:25:00.004-03:002009-11-09T18:08:51.948-03:00Abrazo íntimo.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SviEUnNB8yI/AAAAAAAAAgI/hdnDmVD_me0/s1600-h/abrazo-rabi-khan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SviEUnNB8yI/AAAAAAAAAgI/hdnDmVD_me0/s400/abrazo-rabi-khan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402213242686796578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Tus huesos blanquecinos y secos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">en tu cuerpo abandonado y ajeno</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">cubriré de piel y espíritu</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">en un abrazo íntimo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Te uniré a mi, uno a uno,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">te rodearé y serás vida.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Corearás en los laberintos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">que se pintaban de oscuridad</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">con luces de diademas, tu voz,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">dará testimonio de aquello.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Te uniré a mi, uno a uno,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">te rodearé y serás vida.</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0911094854397" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0911094854397/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none ;" alt="Safe Creative #0911094854397" /></a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8798191024394458656?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-39156595921299121122009-11-04T13:59:00.004-03:002009-11-04T14:10:06.125-03:00Haiku - Verdad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SvGzydeKJBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/xCQk1Gc43_g/s1600-h/loto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SvGzydeKJBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/xCQk1Gc43_g/s400/loto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400295107679888402" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Del lodo brota</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">el loto primoroso</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-family:georgia;">diáfano y blanco.</span></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0911044823596" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0911044823596/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0911044823596"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3915659592129912112?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-34018142824655507082009-10-31T14:20:00.003-03:002009-10-31T14:27:40.617-03:00Haiku - Desvelo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Suxy3MkzBcI/AAAAAAAAAf4/nSP8UrV4gMQ/s1600-h/desvelo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Suxy3MkzBcI/AAAAAAAAAf4/nSP8UrV4gMQ/s400/desvelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398816345904317890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Las sombras hacen<br />dibujos en penumbra<br />eternas horas.</span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0910314803061" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0910314803061/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0910314803061"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3401814282465550708?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-17907007813009785542009-10-30T10:22:00.005-03:002009-10-30T10:33:45.546-03:00El Yo Soy.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SurpiRgXlUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/-LjyyvNrJbA/s1600-h/Abrir-el-cubo-y-encontrar-la-vida_Roberto-Matta.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398383878380950850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SurpiRgXlUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/-LjyyvNrJbA/s400/Abrir-el-cubo-y-encontrar-la-vida_Roberto-Matta.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Y si supieses de los adoquines en las tristes calles<br />y si supieses de las hermosas veredas de árboles<br />y si supieses de las colinas y las llanuras<br />y si supieses de mis rincones favoritos<br />de los colores que alegran mi espíritu,<br />aún así, no sabrías quién soy,<br />solo el yo soy,<br />solo Él, sabe de mí. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Tan solo arrimate a mi cuerpo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">escucha mi corazón latir.</span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0910304798360" rel="cc:license" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Safe Creative #0910304798360" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0910304798360/label/logo2-72" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-1790700781300978554?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-25974836402561712132009-10-22T11:27:00.005-03:002009-10-26T14:07:43.124-03:00Mi historia de amor.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SuBuhkQ6NNI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6VYer1BlilU/s1600-h/Rosa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395433876539192530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SuBuhkQ6NNI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6VYer1BlilU/s400/Rosa.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Mi historia de amor es dulce en mi boca<br />es como néctar de miel de mil rosas<br />tomadas de un rosal verde vivo<br />agitadas por la brisa fresca algo salada .<br /><br />Mi historia de amor perdura sin fin<br />no tiene muerte, siempre germina<br />el tiempo no teje telaraña sobre ella<br />en cada hoja queda hermosamente tallada.<br /><br />Mi historia de amor envuelve mis sueños<br />los cobija bajo la sombra de la palmera,<br />descansa delicada sobre el prado verde<br />de una tarde al sol de primavera.<br /><br />Mi historia de amor es algo convexa<br />sostiene mis deseos y anhelos líquidos,<br />alimenta mis sueños cada mañana<br />hace latir mi corazón más vivo.<br /><br />Mi historia de amor se regenera<br />me supera, me estremece<br />me yergue, me eleva,<br />me cuelga en el azul como una estrella.</span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0910224734103" rel="cc:license" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Safe Creative #0910224734103" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0910224734103/label/logo2-72" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2597483640256171213?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-91618161118016633382009-10-21T13:07:00.003-03:002009-10-21T13:33:16.119-03:00Llueve transparente rocío.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/St83F3-UVHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Qsr9YNNivO0/s1600-h/lluvia.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/St83F3-UVHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Qsr9YNNivO0/s400/lluvia.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395091452677346418" border="0" /></a><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">A veces el desgano acurruca mi ser</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">en rincones sombríos y ajenos</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">dibujando paisajes grises, lejanos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Meditando mi espíritu se conmueve </span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">entonces las nubes oscuras</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">se posan en mi cielo y llueve.</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Llueven largas hileras cristalinas</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">arrastrando a su paso ansiosa</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">la angustia dormida y silenciosa.</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">No todos los días el sol es visible</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">a veces se esconde tras un velo</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">de niebla voraz e increíble.</span></p><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0910214723155" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0910214723155/label/logo2-72" style="border: 0pt none ;" alt="Safe Creative #0910214723155" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-9161816111801663338?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-60922508564404823132009-10-20T15:32:00.006-03:002009-12-17T11:15:50.836-03:00El hada<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/St4GASymtsI/AAAAAAAAAfA/og3dAtrkHYo/s1600-h/hadaazul.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394756005750290114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/St4GASymtsI/AAAAAAAAAfA/og3dAtrkHYo/s400/hadaazul.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Provoca<br />estrella<br />fugaz.<br /><br />El hada<br />Azul<br />dormida.<br /><br />Soñando<br />sus alas<br />abiertas.</span></p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0910204711889" rel="cc:license" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="Safe Creative #0910204711889" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0910204711889/label/logo2-72" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-6092250856440482313?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-71893063791404112062009-10-15T12:03:00.005-03:002009-10-15T12:44:54.817-03:00Transparente<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/StdAk1zmDWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9fYCRHOUG9c/s1600-h/transpa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392850080462409058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/StdAk1zmDWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9fYCRHOUG9c/s400/transpa.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Mi sentimiento va suspendido sin caer al piso,<br />acunado por el hálito fresco del día<br />va bailando entre tus rincones queridos.<br /><br />Tus ojos no lo ven ¿verdad?<br /><br />Pero existe como existe la sinceridad<br />al desentrañar nuestros sentimientos<br />sobre la estera de vida que andamos.<br /><br />Tus ojos no lo ven ¿verdad?<br /><br />Te envuelvo abrazando tu cuerpo,<br />acariciando tus labios, besando tus ojos,<br />sutil e invisiblemente real.</span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0910154690050" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0910154690050/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0910154690050"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7189306379140411206?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-73456788330607777322009-09-29T11:07:00.002-04:002009-09-29T11:20:00.317-04:00Soplo perfecto<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SsIlLkXtinI/AAAAAAAAAek/V0HZ-VL1ExM/s1600-h/Sueno-Blanco-.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386908984960453234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SsIlLkXtinI/AAAAAAAAAek/V0HZ-VL1ExM/s400/Sueno-Blanco-.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Escucho tu voz como canto de tórtola,<br />blanca paloma que agita sus alas<br />sobre mi sombra y sobre mi luz.<br /><br />Invoco tu nombre amado escogido<br />para que derrames sobre mi tu espíritu<br />eleves mis pies desde la raíz a la verdad,<br />en mi cabellera prenderás aderezos<br />y cuelgues en mi tu estrella esplendorosas<br />entonces veré satisfecho mi anhelo añorado.<br /><br />Con tu soplo perfecto me has de recibir,<br />con tu soplo perfecto me has de cubrir.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7345678833060777732?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-90778155960589268072009-09-28T13:19:00.004-04:002009-09-28T13:44:45.401-04:00Te hablaré.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SsDzEmIJ4CI/AAAAAAAAAdc/juJhW8KS61M/s1600-h/hablar%C3%A9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386572414614888482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SsDzEmIJ4CI/AAAAAAAAAdc/juJhW8KS61M/s400/hablar%C3%A9.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">Te hablaré en el sonido de los pájaros<br />en el murmullo de la brisa primorosa,<br />en el silbo apacible de una mañana<br />en la constelación de estrellas<br />en medio de los ángeles, te hablaré.<br /><br />Eternamente enamorada de la vida<br />en un retoño abierto y florecido<br />donde se esconde los colores del día.<br /><br />Y sobre todo en tu silencio,<br />en medio de él, te hablaré. </span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909284602378" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909284602378/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909284602378"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-9077815596058926807?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-29902636933801213922009-09-25T16:30:00.003-04:002009-09-25T16:50:01.722-04:00Te imagino recorriéndome.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sr0sBBKx0LI/AAAAAAAAAdU/G_tL8JIvGJs/s1600-h/mujeragua.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sr0sBBKx0LI/AAAAAAAAAdU/G_tL8JIvGJs/s400/mujeragua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385509125410115762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Te imagino como una cascada<br />que camina mis laberintos<br />humedeciendo mis sentidos<br />bajando por todos mis precipicios<br /><br />Te imagino como una golondrina<br />acompañando mis vuelos<br />dibujando el aire con tus alas<br />en mil acrobacias alocadas.<br /><br />Te imagino y no me es difícil<br />en todo cuanto miro estas presente<br />diluyendo la tristeza de lo ausente<br />te imagino recorriéndome grácil.<br /></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909254588039" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909254588039/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909254588039"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2990263693380121392?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-51946447117855993422009-09-24T09:59:00.006-04:002009-09-24T10:12:12.966-04:00De entre piedras y troncos.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Srt8dcyKRHI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LDJ6MhxjrZg/s1600-h/alphacepei.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Srt8dcyKRHI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LDJ6MhxjrZg/s400/alphacepei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385034624836191346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Y siento como me hablan</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">las piedras y los troncos</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">me arrullan con su clamor doloroso</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">de estar estáticos en un sitio</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">entonces me convierto en una levedad</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">para pasar entre ellos acariciándolos</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Giro y giro en mi, en el mismo sitio</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">un torbellino de verde luz traga mi imagen</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Me lleva lejos, </span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">me canta, </span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">me susurra.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Una melodía en silbo delicada</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">se desprende de mis labios rojos</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">y se cimbra el universo</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">y danzan las estrellas ante mis ojos</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">en la constelación Alderamin</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Lo lejos no parece tan poco</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">con mi dedo le toco.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Estoy y no estoy presente</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">nada parece urgente.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">La inmensidad azul-marina</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">me atrapa y me fascina.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Desde aquí </span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">de entre piedras y troncos</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">le observo fija,</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">con mi dedo le toco.</span></span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909244582221" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909244582221/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909244582221"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-5194644711785599342?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-70910566777502846322009-09-16T14:51:00.004-04:002009-09-16T21:29:37.986-04:00Siguendo el cause.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SrE2wzysnwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vrI8qIwDCUA/s1600-h/manosenagua.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SrE2wzysnwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vrI8qIwDCUA/s400/manosenagua.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382143241848921858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Y si rompieran el cántaro<br />desde lo alto,<br />te sostendría en mis manos<br />todo el tiempo que pudiera.<br /><br />Y si te resbalas de entre las comisuras<br />te iría siguiendo,<br />para saber a donde te lleva el cause.<br /><br />Y una vez que supiera que estas en el lecho<br />te observaría y me sumiría en las agua<br />para poder recordarte.<br /><br />Así de una u otra forma<br />nunca te dejaría,<br />nunca me dejarías,<br />nunca nos dejaríamos.<br /><br /></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909174545075" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909174545075/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909174545075"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7091056677750284632?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-33840821095838521402009-09-14T12:51:00.007-04:002009-09-15T13:52:48.654-04:00Verde azul rosado<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sq51SsppzbI/AAAAAAAAAck/G3yLz-bnXqo/s1600-h/flordurazno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 350px; display: block; height: 263px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381367568838282674" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sq51SsppzbI/AAAAAAAAAck/G3yLz-bnXqo/s400/flordurazno.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >Una rama que reverdece<br />se guinda en el azul sereno<br />acampan los trinos en lo alto,<br />se mecen como un océano,<br />arriba el verde,<br />existe colgado,<br />un nuevo retoño rosado,<br />delicado y perfumado,<br />la flor del durazno,<br />desprende todo su encanto,<br />me abrazo en un suspiro amplio,<br />vasto aliento en un cielo claro.<br /><br /></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909144531091" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909144531091/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909144531091"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3384082109583852140?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-38885613339313069242009-09-03T10:18:00.012-04:002009-09-15T17:45:19.699-04:00Conciencia.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sp_QzdUdvjI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iO4XEL5UcqI/s1600-h/bajo-el-arbol.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377246062566030898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sp_QzdUdvjI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iO4XEL5UcqI/s400/bajo-el-arbol.jpg" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,102); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">Amarga se dibujan las sombras</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">cuando no hemos querido ver.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">De la muerte retorné a vida,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">arrastré mis culpas por tanto tiempo</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">ellas descansan bajo tu sangre querido</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">la has recogido como cuando el sereno</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">es recogido por las ramas del olivo,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">la carga pesada ya se ha ido.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">Vi atrás todo lo mío,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">el llanto, el dolor, mi delirio,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">en ese tiempo no fui libre</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">solo pensaba serlo.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">¿De qué escapé? si la cárcel la llevaba dentro,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">unos preciosos barrotes dorados de anhelos</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">cautiva de mis inclinaciones, laberinto lóbrego.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">¡Oh! vida mía, como te amo vida,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">morí para volver a vivir.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">¡Oh! Vida mía, como te amo vida.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">Nací como un capullo de poesía,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">escrito bajo un árbol lleno de frutos</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)">donde el viento agitaba sus ramas<br />y las hojas del libro mecía.</span></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,255,102); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)"></span></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909144531107" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909144531107/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909144531107"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3888561333931306924?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-87998693181504818192009-09-01T10:17:00.004-04:002009-12-17T11:13:54.378-03:00El canto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sp0tR2sHhYI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EunfDNY2KEQ/s1600-h/cefiros.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sp0tR2sHhYI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EunfDNY2KEQ/s400/cefiros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376503314911823234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><br />Nos une</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >muy puro</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >el canto.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Cual íntima</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >y alegre</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >sonrisa</span>.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >En labios</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >de vida</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >y amor.</span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0911134874576" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0911134874576/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0911134874576"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8799869318150481819?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-27346165633975824112009-08-31T09:52:00.003-04:002009-09-24T10:17:58.493-04:00Lirios.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SpvV8GxR3CI/AAAAAAAAAcE/b4Ox-iRNluo/s1600-h/lirios-m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SpvV8GxR3CI/AAAAAAAAAcE/b4Ox-iRNluo/s400/lirios-m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376125808782990370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><br />Tu ser es un lirio blanco</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >perfumado muy fragante</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >reflejado en la oscuridad</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >su imagen orgullosa asoma,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >en medio de la humanidad</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >muestras toda tu belleza.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Mi ser es un lirio blanco</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >de afelpados pétalos </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >abiertos sin segregar </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >que cubren de dulzura,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >en medio de la humanidad</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >muestro toda mi belleza.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Un ramo de lirios blancos,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >en un cristal de agua clara y pura.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Un ramo de lirios blancos,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">en oscuridad perfumando dulzur</span>a.</span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909144531220" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909144531220/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909144531220"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-2734616563397582411?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-3401118715612198492009-08-27T12:37:00.005-04:002009-09-24T10:19:03.622-04:00PIGESLA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Spa3fD1aKaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/e-w6Z0GNDFs/s1600-h/lossiete.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Spa3fD1aKaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/e-w6Z0GNDFs/s400/lossiete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374684949546412450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Caminan sonámbulos día a día</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >acaparando cosas materiales</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >sufriendo de envidia.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Acumulando, acumulando</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Mentirosos tras falsedades.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Bombardeados de lujuria</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >desordenando sus deseos,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >atrocidades con su cuerpo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Acumulando, acumulando</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >degenerados tras lo podrido</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Tragan las porquerías</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >que artificial fabrican</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >desequilibrando su sustento.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Acumulando, acumulando</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >lo grasiento tras los obesos.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Deseosos de poder y riquezas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >no miden sus consecuencias,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >excusan sus corrupciones.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Acumulando, acumulando</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >posiciones tras avaricia.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Negligencia en sus trabajos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >descuidan sus acciones</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >faltos de movimientos.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Acumulando, acumulando</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >pereza tras la flojera.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Furiosos sin paz</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >mundo sin sosiego</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >la violencia les asalta.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Acumulando, acumulando</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >golpe tras la ira.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Orgullosos de su vanidad</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >huyen de la simpleza</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >la menosprecian.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Acumulan, acumulan</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Soberbia tras soberbia.</span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909144531237" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909144531237/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909144531237"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-340111871561219849?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-43578589528824312352009-08-21T14:43:00.004-04:002009-09-24T10:19:58.661-04:00(Haiku en grupo de tres) Te daré.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/So7rrdnM5DI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3nLbuLZD7LM/s1600-h/plenitud.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/So7rrdnM5DI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3nLbuLZD7LM/s400/plenitud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372490537415533618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Te daré amor,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">llenaré tu vasija</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">con agua pura.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Y ambos podremos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">reflejarnos serenos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">como dos luciérnagas.</span><br /><br />Brillará tu alma<br />entre todas las luces<br />junto a la mía. </span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909144531244" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909144531244/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909144531244"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-4357858952882431235?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-86802723549204442382009-08-14T09:45:00.007-04:002009-09-24T10:21:18.902-04:00Vivo el hoy.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SoVxfuKwk5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/ifvggrOnRdQ/s1600-h/222507448cdbbb53a79bfh61lo3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 267px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369822920492225426" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SoVxfuKwk5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/ifvggrOnRdQ/s400/222507448cdbbb53a79bfh61lo3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><strong>Vivo el hoy, lo disfruto tanto,<br />vivo las cosas simples,<br />oliendo, gustando, mirando,<br />tocando y escuchando.<br /><br />Las ramas se mecen mágicamente,<br />el viento las lleva en sus brazos danzando,<br />las aves entonan un canto melodioso,<br />y la brisa agita mi cabello castaño.<br /><br />Vivo el hoy, lo disfruto tanto,<br />vivo las cosas simples,<br />riendo, agradeciendo, cantando,<br />aprendiendo y amando. </strong></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909144531251" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909144531251/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909144531251"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8680272354920444238?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-36751048516194481132009-08-12T12:40:00.004-04:002009-08-12T12:56:59.698-04:00(Haiku) La equidad.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SoLzObSXMMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3_bd3ae_ZK8/s1600-h/equidad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SoLzObSXMMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3_bd3ae_ZK8/s400/equidad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369121134947545282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">De igual manera</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">el ave da alimento</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">a sus pichones</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;">Muchas veces no somos equitativos con las personas que están a nuestro alrededor, porque equidad es el respeto de su esencia en todo su sentido. Al desconocer esto, las prejuzgamos y las creemos menos merecedoras de los privilegios que nosotros poseemos. No utilizamos nuestra razón para distinguir los valores que poseen y las diferencias propias de su género, reconociendo sus necesidades propias. Deberíamos cultivar la equidad para ser más justos. ¿Qué crees tú?</span><br /></div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3675104851619448113?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-56387258653920253192009-08-10T07:45:00.009-04:002009-09-07T21:04:16.165-04:00Hacia ti<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SoAJZB_ewxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/V5vuOODsZ7I/s1600-h/celestial.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368301081461703442" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SoAJZB_ewxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/V5vuOODsZ7I/s400/celestial.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Desde la angustiosa noche oscura,<br />cuando mi corazón se oprimía en desesperación<br />y la soledad hacía presa de mi ser<br />has rescatado mi alma Señor.<br /><br />Me has revestido de blanco lino,<br />mi corazón has refrescado con tu palabra,<br />en mi cabello has prendido juicio<br />y mis pies has calzado de seguridad.<br /><br />Pronto me harás entrar en tu aposento alto<br />en la dimensión de luz angelical<br />porque habitante de tu reino, yo soy<br />viviré eterna en tu dulce presencia.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-5638725865392025319?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-2756417517061570382009-08-07T09:32:00.007-04:002009-12-17T11:16:22.564-03:00Desconsuelo.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SnwuHtuapGI/AAAAAAAAAbE/H2gIszp_p4M/s1600-h/desconsuelo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 390px; display: block; height: 324px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367215565987030114" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SnwuHtuapGI/AAAAAAAAAbE/H2gIszp_p4M/s400/desconsuelo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Me han quitado a mi niña hermosa,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">la han ensuciado de espanto</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">la han cubierto de miedo,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">han mutilado su inocente sueño.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Mi pequeña, mi niña, mi nena,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">fría están sus manitas de cristal</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">y húmedo su cuerpo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Impotencia siento hoy atormentada</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">mientras más lloro, menos la veo,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">solo quiero su abrazo tierno</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">y acariciar su suave pelito negro.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Mi pequeña, mi niña, mi nena,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">fría están sus manitas de cristal</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">y húmedo su cuerpo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Inútil y eterno mi llanto sin consuelo</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">desgarrado mi corazón por entero,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">solo quiero su abrazo tierno</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">y acariciar su suave pelito negro.</span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >(Pd:Inspirada por el dolor de unos padres que han perdido a su hija de 5 años violada y tirada al mar. Panchita se llamaba.)</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-275641751706157038?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-39232604206210494352009-08-05T13:45:00.006-04:002009-08-05T14:14:41.064-04:00Soneto cálido<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SnnI7czjfzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pg9plOtSpCg/s1600-h/calido.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SnnI7czjfzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pg9plOtSpCg/s400/calido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366541354658922290" border="0" /></a>Frota delicadamente mi piel</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >con pétalos fragantes de agapanto</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >mis privacidades llenas de miel</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >me convidan tus brazos suave manto.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >Sensible espera mi deseo fiel,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >con ansiedad precisa me adelanto</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >para eliminar la amarga y fría hiel,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >con gemidos placenteros te canto</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >Vibrando pura en dulzura me agito</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >colmando mis sentidos desatados</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >sobre el fogoso lecho, al poseerte</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >Repleta de ti ferviente me quito,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >miles de deseos acalorados</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >cogiendo mis manos tu carne fuerte. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3923260420621049435?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-33990197629718572042009-07-31T14:27:00.004-04:002009-09-07T21:10:45.389-04:00Observo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SnM5QbPTEhI/AAAAAAAAAac/AfzZrWG8NwE/s1600-h/nubesframbuesa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SnM5QbPTEhI/AAAAAAAAAac/AfzZrWG8NwE/s400/nubesframbuesa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364694535481004562" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Mis ojos anhelan ver,</p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> incluso lo invisible.</p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Por entre marañas</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">se escapa sigiloso el tiempo.</p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">¿Alcanzaré a verlo todo?</p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Medito mientras mi templo</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">al ocaso se pinta naranjo.</p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Observo el sol, sus últimos rayos,</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >pintan las nubes de frambuesa.</span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3399019762971857204?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-34811827112346345092009-07-29T11:16:00.004-04:002009-09-07T21:04:06.064-04:00Lo valioso<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SnBobMoNSnI/AAAAAAAAAaU/G9Iq3OCjNII/s1600-h/azul3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 316px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363901972653886066" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SnBobMoNSnI/AAAAAAAAAaU/G9Iq3OCjNII/s400/azul3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong>La razón es una cuestión terrenal,</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong><br />la pasión es algo espiritual,</strong></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong>la verdad la tiene tu alma</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong><br />ahí reside lo valioso.</strong></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong>El logos está en ti,</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong><br />y se envuelve de estas cosas</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong><br />dulce protección son tus imperfecciones</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong>para proteger tu perfección</strong></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong>¿Qué bien y que mal hay en ti?</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong><br />Si esto es algo que se razona.</strong></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong></strong></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong>Tú eres una trinidad</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong><br />soplo, Fatum, que conecta las causas</strong></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong>vivir nuestra naturaleza, </strong></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong>¡oh placidez!, gran gozo</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong><br />amor terrenal, amor espiritual, </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong><br />solo amor, soy amor.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3481182711234634509?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-37846800057543008752009-07-13T10:28:00.004-04:002009-07-13T10:36:57.710-04:00Dibújame con tus besos<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SltFsWw3b2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/rO8tdEnzxnk/s1600-h/labios.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357952810014437218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SltFsWw3b2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/rO8tdEnzxnk/s400/labios.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SltFDQb8RnI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bDbLFm0Okik/s1600-h/labios.bmp"></a><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Tú, cielo mío, alma mía<br />besa mi piel, azul cielo<br />como las nubes hermosas<br />acarician con su velo.<br /><br />Enamorada de ti<br />precioso amor, empapada,<br />humedecida en tus besos<br />coloreando mi espalda.<br /><br />Me dibujan tus manitos,<br />mi vida, por ti esbozada<br />alma mía, como artista,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>mi cuerpo sensible plasmas.</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-3784680005754300875?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-73803778513129965772009-07-10T09:55:00.004-04:002009-09-15T17:44:18.885-04:00Soneto a mi amigo poeta cubano JAAD<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SldLeChgfoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rPUMvw7GaBY/s1600-h/tocororo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356833261226065538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SldLeChgfoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rPUMvw7GaBY/s400/tocororo.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Me has enseñado que la gran propina<br />la crea uno caminando el sendero<br />en la angustia o en la alegría albina<br />observando todo o cuando algo espero.<br /><br />Amable has compartido comentarios<br />de letras inspiradas que me nacen<br />y momentos intelectuales diarios,<br />de gente cubana y lo que ellas hacen.<br /><br />Siempre innovando con tecnología<br />denunciando represiones actuales,<br />defendiendo los derechos humanos.<br /><br />En tu espacio hablas de ideología<br />donde relatas historias reales,<br />vividas por ti hombre o por tus hermanos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Pd: Feliz cumpleaños te deseo de corazón, te amo amigo cubano.</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909144531336" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909144531336/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909144531336"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-7380377851312996577?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-43678171722769736152009-07-09T09:21:00.003-04:002009-09-15T17:43:31.854-04:00(Haiku) - La duda<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SlXvbO4aCpI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-hPQO1FyiWI/s1600-h/telara%C3%B1a3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356450582957263506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SlXvbO4aCpI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-hPQO1FyiWI/s400/telara%C3%B1a3.jpg" /></a> <p align="center"><object width="370" height="48"><param name="movie" value="http://www.espaciopodcast.com/PlayerNanoEmbed.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="song=http://www.espaciopodcast.com/upload/podcast/4a55c34c18f4c.mp3"><embed height="48" width="370" flashvars="song=http://www.espaciopodcast.com/upload/podcast/4a55c34c18f4c.mp3" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" menu="false" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" name="reproFlash" src="http://www.espaciopodcast.com/PlayerNanoEmbed.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">La telaraña<br />a la brisa no atrapa,<br />caza a las gotas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;">La duda<br /><br />Ciertas personas quedan atrapadas en la duda y no pueden vivir tranquilos sino comprueban la verdad. La duda es la insuficiente capacidad de tener certeza sobre algo, ya sea algo comprobable bajo los ojos de la ciencia o no.<br />Ciertos hombres tienen el don de poder creer cosas que aun la ciencia no ha comprobado, amparados en sus creencias ideologías, a eso le llamamos fe.<br />La duda crea desconfianza, y la desconfianza es un piso inseguro para emprender ciertas cosas, en cambio, cierto tipo de duda acarrea la capacidad de emprender la búsqueda de conocimiento, y esto de cierta forma es bueno para el crecimiento personal.<br />La duda entonces tendría dos caras.<br />En ciertas circunstancias de la vida somos como la brisa, otras, somos como las gotas y la duda nos atrapa. Utilicemos nuestra capacidad de discernir para poder decidir nuestro mejor camino y lograr armonía frente a estas circunstancias transitorias en nuestra vida.</span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909144531343" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909144531343/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909144531343"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-4367817172276973615?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-91551094102541245472009-07-07T12:00:00.007-04:002009-09-15T17:42:36.443-04:00Te ofrezco mis labios<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SlN1OHPs40I/AAAAAAAAAZs/fmbo3dHh5Us/s1600-h/labios-rojos.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355753267197174594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/SlN1OHPs40I/AAAAAAAAAZs/fmbo3dHh5Us/s400/labios-rojos.jpg" /> <p align="center"><object width="370" height="48"><param name="movie" value="http://www.espaciopodcast.com/PlayerNanoEmbed.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="song=http://www.espaciopodcast.com/upload/podcast/4a53453f0294b.mp3"><embed height="48" width="370" flashvars="song=http://www.espaciopodcast.com/upload/podcast/4a53453f0294b.mp3" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" menu="false" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" name="reproFlash" src="http://www.espaciopodcast.com/PlayerNanoEmbed.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></a></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;">Te ofrezco mis labios cálidos<br />encendidos de pasión ellos están ávidos<br />saciar el sabor tuyo mezclándonos ambos<br /><br />Te ofrezco mis labios sedientos,<br />gustar tu licor, arrebatarme en tus brazos<br />empapar mi cuerpo con tu hálito<br /><br />Te ofrezco mis labios ardientes<br />A tus goces y placeres regalados<br />entregándome a tus halagos<br />a borbotones y estrepitosamente,<br />de aquello, se antojan mis labios.</span></div><br /><a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/0909144531350" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"><img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/0909144531350/label/logo2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #0909144531350"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-9155109410254124547?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-54629991560594444412009-07-03T17:12:00.006-04:002009-07-03T19:33:42.283-04:00Interrogaciones<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sk512tb7JOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YNgMxWjVQqc/s1600-h/interrogaciones.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354346589760201954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sk512tb7JOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YNgMxWjVQqc/s400/interrogaciones.gif" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Interrogaciones</div><br /><div>Interrogaciones</div><br /><div>Interrogaciones</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Bajo una luz atormentada</div><br /><div>Bajo la pregunta inquisidora</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Interrogaciones</div><br /><div>interminables interrogaciones</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><object width="370" height="48"><param name="movie" value="http://www.espaciopodcast.com/PlayerNanoEmbed.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="song=http://www.espaciopodcast.com/upload/podcast/4a4e642fb7a2c.mp3"><embed height="48" width="370" flashvars="song=http://www.espaciopodcast.com/upload/podcast/4a4e642fb7a2c.mp3" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" menu="false" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" name="reproFlash" src="http://www.espaciopodcast.com/PlayerNanoEmbed.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-5462999156059444441?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505372940322332190.post-83664335444613937112009-07-03T10:57:00.003-04:002009-07-03T11:20:39.695-04:00(Haiku) - Apariencia<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sk4cmHp3wdI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8zWWvNjjpaY/s1600-h/palote.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354248448205373906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBo5TzwqvHo/Sk4cmHp3wdI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8zWWvNjjpaY/s400/palote.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"><strong>El palote húmedo,<br />como una rama más,<br />inmóvil yace<br /></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">La apariencia es la envoltura de las cosas que percibimos ante nuestros cinco sentidos, ya sean estos su aroma, su imagen, su textura, su ruido o su gusto.<br /><br />Nuestros sentidos fácilmente pueden engañarse, entonces la apariencia no es lo más importante, lo importante, diría yo, es la percepción, no el objeto en si. En la percepción descubrimos la alegría y el placer, en la percepción sabemos y descubrimos quienes somos y quienes son los demás.<br /><br />Las apariencias en algunas ocasiones me han engañado, pero gracias a la percepción he descubierto. ¿Sabes percibir?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8505372940322332190-8366433544461393711?l=letrasdezarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zarela Pachecohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17710890907762175769noreply@blogger.com