<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919</id><updated>2011-08-13T06:12:21.667-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Poemas Sobrevivientes</title><subtitle type='html'>Poemas que van sobreviviendo a la cotidianeidad...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-9167499890003806113</id><published>2007-10-03T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:02:42.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento de luna errante</title><content type='html'>El momento de luna errante&lt;br /&gt;llegó con la brisa fría&lt;br /&gt;de noche lejana y dura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El reflejo pálido corrió&lt;br /&gt;hacia tu cintura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevando hacia abajo&lt;br /&gt;tu figura y su sombra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El momento se detiene&lt;br /&gt;dejando que respire&lt;br /&gt;un poco de tu tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo en que te veo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momento de luna errante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-9167499890003806113?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/9167499890003806113/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=9167499890003806113' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/9167499890003806113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/9167499890003806113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2007/10/momento-de-luna-errante.html' title='Momento de luna errante'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-1058820778485870091</id><published>2007-02-08T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T15:55:43.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>De tu piel desnuda</title><content type='html'>De tu piel desnuda&lt;br /&gt;salen palabras&lt;br /&gt;que llegan a mi realidad&lt;br /&gt;con visiones cromáticas&lt;br /&gt;de luces y sombras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palabras que alzan&lt;br /&gt;el vuelo de los poemas&lt;br /&gt;que escribo&lt;br /&gt;en tu desnudez de duraznos&lt;br /&gt;jugosos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tu piel desnuda&lt;br /&gt;siento que llega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la fragancia&lt;br /&gt;de la primavera&lt;br /&gt;en que besé tus labios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-1058820778485870091?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/1058820778485870091/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=1058820778485870091' title='20 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/1058820778485870091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/1058820778485870091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2007/02/de-tu-piel-desnuda.html' title='De tu piel desnuda'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-4273268971061968121</id><published>2007-01-31T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T16:40:38.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiempo blanco</title><content type='html'>Luce blanco&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo que nos toca&lt;br /&gt;llenar con relatos y poemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blanco de página que espera&lt;br /&gt;pulcra y lisa&lt;br /&gt;nuestras letras&lt;br /&gt;anhelantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo largo y en calma&lt;br /&gt;de jirones de nubes&lt;br /&gt;que tornan de púrpura&lt;br /&gt;amaneceres juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo blanco de luz&lt;br /&gt;musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo blanco invitando&lt;br /&gt;al color de una vida juntos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-4273268971061968121?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/4273268971061968121/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=4273268971061968121' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/4273268971061968121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/4273268971061968121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2007/01/tiempo.html' title='Tiempo blanco'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-116587412516151032</id><published>2006-12-11T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:55:25.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Con mis besos</title><content type='html'>Con mis besos&lt;br /&gt;intento dibujarte&lt;br /&gt;un arco iris&lt;br /&gt;en tu suave piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con colores que te recorran&lt;br /&gt;llegando a donde se encuentran&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos con tus pechos&lt;br /&gt;tibios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con mis besos&lt;br /&gt;intento robarte&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo de amarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegando a donde nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;entre telas sedosas&lt;br /&gt;de un lecho&lt;br /&gt;con estrellas azules&lt;br /&gt;lejanas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con tus besos&lt;br /&gt;revivo cada momento&lt;br /&gt;de una larga historia&lt;br /&gt;de intensos amaneceres&lt;br /&gt;con nubes de limón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-116587412516151032?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/116587412516151032/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=116587412516151032' title='10 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/116587412516151032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/116587412516151032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/12/con-mis-besos.html' title='Con mis besos'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-116465461219486721</id><published>2006-11-27T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:10:12.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Entras y detienes mi aire</title><content type='html'>Entras y detienes mi aire&lt;br /&gt;mi tiempo&lt;br /&gt;mi luz&lt;br /&gt;definiendo sombras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observo tu silueta&lt;br /&gt;entre la estela&lt;br /&gt;perfumada de tu voz&lt;br /&gt;que apaga&lt;br /&gt;mis latidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mi pincel luce ahora&lt;br /&gt;la sorpresa de tus colores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubriendo de piel&lt;br /&gt;mi lienzo en blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mi tiempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-116465461219486721?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/116465461219486721/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=116465461219486721' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/116465461219486721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/116465461219486721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/11/entras-y-detienes-mi-aire.html' title='Entras y detienes mi aire'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-116432547548663472</id><published>2006-11-23T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:44:35.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hablo en sueños</title><content type='html'>Hablo&lt;br /&gt;en sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me escuchas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me besas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos amamos&lt;br /&gt;en sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al despertar&lt;br /&gt;aquí estamos&lt;br /&gt;en esta vida&lt;br /&gt;de ensueño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-116432547548663472?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/116432547548663472/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=116432547548663472' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/116432547548663472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/116432547548663472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/11/hablo-en-sueos.html' title='Hablo en sueños'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-116432518359740805</id><published>2006-11-23T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:39:43.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre esferas</title><content type='html'>Entre esferas me muevo&lt;br /&gt;mundos flotantes&lt;br /&gt;de nubes tersas&lt;br /&gt;aéreas&lt;br /&gt;pero a la vez terrestres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tocan&lt;br /&gt;si las mueves&lt;br /&gt;con un ligero toque&lt;br /&gt;que hace que mis dedos&lt;br /&gt;quiebren reflejos de nácar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las esferas viajan&lt;br /&gt;flotan&lt;br /&gt;son mundos&lt;br /&gt;donde veo&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos profundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me hablan&lt;br /&gt;con una voz&lt;br /&gt;aérea&lt;br /&gt;a la vez terrestre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esferas de ti y de mi&lt;br /&gt;que flotan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-116432518359740805?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/116432518359740805/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=116432518359740805' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/116432518359740805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/116432518359740805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/11/entre-esferas.html' title='Entre esferas'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-115876819483291147</id><published>2006-09-20T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:03:14.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu perfume</title><content type='html'>Tu perfume&lt;br /&gt;ese con que te cubres&lt;br /&gt;cada amanecer&lt;br /&gt;de estos días&lt;br /&gt;juntos&lt;br /&gt;me sirve&lt;br /&gt;de referencia&lt;br /&gt;al recordarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y percibo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el aroma de tu vida&lt;br /&gt;alrededor de la mía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esencias dulces&lt;br /&gt;con que acompaño&lt;br /&gt;tu imagen&lt;br /&gt;en mí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-115876819483291147?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/115876819483291147/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=115876819483291147' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/115876819483291147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/115876819483291147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/09/tu-perfume.html' title='Tu perfume'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-115647516324038644</id><published>2006-08-24T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:06:03.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay piel de canela y flores</title><content type='html'>Ay piel de canela y flores&lt;br /&gt;por la que ruedo en deslizante&lt;br /&gt;caída indetenible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y donde encuentro&lt;br /&gt;tus colinas alzadas &lt;br /&gt;en rebelión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tus valles en profundas&lt;br /&gt;humedades perfumadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay piel de aromas y temblores&lt;br /&gt;por donde recorro mi vida&lt;br /&gt;de horas largas&lt;br /&gt;y encuentros cortos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-115647516324038644?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/115647516324038644/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=115647516324038644' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/115647516324038644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/115647516324038644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/08/ay-piel-de-canela-y-flores.html' title='Ay piel de canela y flores'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-115491128438459729</id><published>2006-08-06T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:41:24.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Húmeda montaña azul</title><content type='html'>Húmeda montaña azul&lt;br /&gt;remota cercana&lt;br /&gt;agreste&lt;br /&gt;en el día&lt;br /&gt;en la noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esbozo tu silueta&lt;br /&gt;atisbo&lt;br /&gt;tus valles&lt;br /&gt;ahora grises&lt;br /&gt;olvidados de sol y luces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Húmeda cima&lt;br /&gt;viento lluvia fría&lt;br /&gt;dura&lt;br /&gt;en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;de rocas&lt;br /&gt;blancas negras altas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadeo en tu ladera&lt;br /&gt;con manos sudores fríos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llego&lt;br /&gt;a nieves&lt;br /&gt;sin horas ni lamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vivo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-115491128438459729?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/115491128438459729/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=115491128438459729' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/115491128438459729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/115491128438459729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmeda-montaa-azul.html' title='Húmeda montaña azul'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-114926156243130441</id><published>2006-06-02T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:19:22.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi deseo</title><content type='html'>Mi deseo&lt;br /&gt;es fuerte&lt;br /&gt;tan fuerte&lt;br /&gt;tan fuerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que espero&lt;br /&gt;te llegue&lt;br /&gt;te invada&lt;br /&gt;te llame&lt;br /&gt;te recorra&lt;br /&gt;te coma&lt;br /&gt;por dentro&lt;br /&gt;intenso&lt;br /&gt;húmedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi deseo&lt;br /&gt;eres tú.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-114926156243130441?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/114926156243130441/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=114926156243130441' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/114926156243130441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/114926156243130441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/06/mi-deseo.html' title='Mi deseo'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-114728855331906364</id><published>2006-05-10T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:15:53.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay veces</title><content type='html'>Hay veces&lt;br /&gt;que tengo&lt;br /&gt;las rimas&lt;br /&gt;en la punta de la lengua&lt;br /&gt;¿o será de los dedos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y suspiro&lt;br /&gt;y respiro&lt;br /&gt;como te respiro&lt;br /&gt;en tu cuello&lt;br /&gt;en silencio&lt;br /&gt;sin palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay veces&lt;br /&gt;que tengo&lt;br /&gt;las palabras&lt;br /&gt;recorriendo tu cuerpo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-114728855331906364?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/114728855331906364/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=114728855331906364' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/114728855331906364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/114728855331906364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/05/hay-veces.html' title='Hay veces'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-114615142187837099</id><published>2006-04-27T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:25:23.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Como un pétalo</title><content type='html'>Como un pétalo de rosa&lt;br /&gt;bajo este sol&lt;br /&gt;de caribes costas&lt;br /&gt;creí&lt;br /&gt;que era mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como una gota que&lt;br /&gt;desliza su humedad&lt;br /&gt;hacia un mar&lt;br /&gt;inmenso&lt;br /&gt;creí&lt;br /&gt;que era mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es roca dura&lt;br /&gt;descubro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es sauce en tormenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistente&lt;br /&gt;Flexible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es días y noches&lt;br /&gt;Es tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Es eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-114615142187837099?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/114615142187837099/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=114615142187837099' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/114615142187837099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/114615142187837099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/04/como-un-ptalo.html' title='Como un pétalo'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-114303188194488871</id><published>2006-03-22T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T08:52:43.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiempo</title><content type='html'>Tu tiempo en mí&lt;br /&gt;se llenó de flores&lt;br /&gt;cosechas&lt;br /&gt;frutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo de amaneceres&lt;br /&gt;de amores&lt;br /&gt;apasionados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo de tardes&lt;br /&gt;de sudor&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;risas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noches de estrellas&lt;br /&gt;cintilantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi tiempo en ti&lt;br /&gt;es entrega&lt;br /&gt;de amaneceres&lt;br /&gt;de tardes&lt;br /&gt;de noches&lt;br /&gt;vivas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-114303188194488871?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/114303188194488871/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=114303188194488871' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/114303188194488871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/114303188194488871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/03/tiempo.html' title='Tiempo'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-114174869005640994</id><published>2006-03-07T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T12:24:50.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanezco contigo</title><content type='html'>Caigo ante ti desde un azul&lt;br /&gt;que me envuelve y arrulla&lt;br /&gt;con las historias de aventuras&lt;br /&gt;de barcos, ballenas y sirenas&lt;br /&gt;con recuerdos que huelen al perfume&lt;br /&gt;de playas de arenas blancas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero es de noche y solo veo&lt;br /&gt;tus pies hundidos en la luz&lt;br /&gt;tenue de nuestra morada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y con ojos de un horizonte claro&lt;br /&gt;te miro desde abajo&lt;br /&gt;como soñando la distancia&lt;br /&gt;a tu cabello inalcanzable&lt;br /&gt;que baila al viento frío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regreso entonces de más allá de las rocas&lt;br /&gt;donde me encontraba un día&lt;br /&gt;cuando me tocas el alma&lt;br /&gt;con el sonido de palabras&lt;br /&gt;de ayeres juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y puedes levantarme&lt;br /&gt;como siempre lo haces&lt;br /&gt;suavemente&lt;br /&gt;arrullándome&lt;br /&gt;en tu regazo de miel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ti amada mia&lt;br /&gt;existo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo al despertar&lt;br /&gt;esas historias&lt;br /&gt;de ayeres&lt;br /&gt;juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y amanezco&lt;br /&gt;contigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-114174869005640994?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/114174869005640994/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=114174869005640994' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/114174869005640994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/114174869005640994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/03/amanezco-contigo.html' title='Amanezco contigo'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-114070947016705739</id><published>2006-02-23T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:44:30.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de soles y granadas</title><content type='html'>Amor de soles&lt;br /&gt;amor de lunas&lt;br /&gt;de batallas&lt;br /&gt;de luchas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor de días&lt;br /&gt;amor de pasiones&lt;br /&gt;amor de tristezas&lt;br /&gt;amor de alegrías&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor vital&lt;br /&gt;de alimento y agua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor de noches&lt;br /&gt;de piel&lt;br /&gt;de besos&lt;br /&gt;de noches largas&lt;br /&gt;de noches cortas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor que me cubre&lt;br /&gt;Amor que me rodea&lt;br /&gt;Amor de cerezas&lt;br /&gt;Amor de granadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-114070947016705739?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/114070947016705739/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=114070947016705739' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/114070947016705739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/114070947016705739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/02/amor-de-soles-y-granadas.html' title='Amor de soles y granadas'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-113839133615222246</id><published>2006-01-27T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T15:48:56.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja que camine con mis dedos</title><content type='html'>Deja que camine con mis dedos&lt;br /&gt;el fragante espacio&lt;br /&gt;que ocupas en mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que viaje de la mano&lt;br /&gt;de los sentidos que perturbas&lt;br /&gt;con cada beso y cada sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja que te invada&lt;br /&gt;como me invades&lt;br /&gt;cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;de este tiempo&lt;br /&gt;el de vivirnos&lt;br /&gt;mutuamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que duerma en ti&lt;br /&gt;tibio y entre estrellas&lt;br /&gt;a donde sueño&lt;br /&gt;que viajo&lt;br /&gt;contigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-113839133615222246?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/113839133615222246/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=113839133615222246' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113839133615222246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113839133615222246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2006/01/deja-que-camine-con-mis-dedos.html' title='Deja que camine con mis dedos'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-113605901284243204</id><published>2005-12-31T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:58:36.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Con tu diáfana presencia</title><content type='html'>Con tu diáfana presencia&lt;br /&gt;quebraste la frágil línea de mi horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;enarbolando banderas y pendones&lt;br /&gt;que dieron a mi viento su sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazaste montañas y praderas&lt;br /&gt;dándole sentido y vida&lt;br /&gt;a vastas soledades&lt;br /&gt;ahora coloreadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus aves usaron mi aire&lt;br /&gt;para remontarse, volar&lt;br /&gt;y crecer con su canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es pues mi deuda&lt;br /&gt;el vivir, el sentir, el ser,&lt;br /&gt;el evitar pretéritos y gozar amaneceres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-113605901284243204?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/113605901284243204/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=113605901284243204' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113605901284243204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113605901284243204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/12/con-tu-difana-presencia.html' title='Con tu diáfana presencia'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-113605862934666446</id><published>2005-12-31T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:50:29.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconclusión</title><content type='html'>Llegué a caminar en la noche lunar&lt;br /&gt;con compañías sutiles e infinitas.&lt;br /&gt;No alcancé las vacías atmósferas,&lt;br /&gt;tenues, respirables, que te envuelven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdí brillantes tesoros cercanos,&lt;br /&gt;vacilante, ciego y sin arrojo.&lt;br /&gt;Una huída me embriagó&lt;br /&gt;en remolinos profundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sol se apagó sin ocaso.&lt;br /&gt;El viento giró sin hojarasca.&lt;br /&gt;Tiritando y febril se encuentra el infinito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-113605862934666446?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/113605862934666446/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=113605862934666446' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113605862934666446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113605862934666446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/12/inconclusin.html' title='Inconclusión'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-113605818721511224</id><published>2005-12-31T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:43:07.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Al principio</title><content type='html'>Al principio mis ojos miraron esquivos&lt;br /&gt;los tenues contrastes faciales&lt;br /&gt;que cristalinos y etéreos&lt;br /&gt;se dejaron traspasar en calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después caminé por litorales y ríos&lt;br /&gt;con febriles evocaciones de un instante&lt;br /&gt;desenredando estrellas de las algas,&lt;br /&gt;evitando adustas realidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorrí lejanas experiencias&lt;br /&gt;que las sendas de la memoria&lt;br /&gt;traían de océanos temporales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supe entonces de la luz y el color&lt;br /&gt;y de rayos que caían inmóviles&lt;br /&gt;desde torres de primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Diciembre 1983&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-113605818721511224?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/113605818721511224/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=113605818721511224' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113605818721511224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113605818721511224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/12/al-principio.html' title='Al principio'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-113605728190954596</id><published>2005-12-31T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:28:01.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu imagen</title><content type='html'>Tu imagen asalta mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;                   quiebra mi calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penetra en lo más profundo&lt;br /&gt;                  de mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y allí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creo futuros a color con tu rostro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me dibujan el cielo estrellado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ese cielo nuestro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de Diciembre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-113605728190954596?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/113605728190954596/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=113605728190954596' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113605728190954596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113605728190954596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/12/tu-imagen.html' title='Tu imagen'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-113605704048837932</id><published>2005-12-31T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:24:00.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amándote descubro horizontes claros</title><content type='html'>Amándote descubro horizontes claros,&lt;br /&gt;se estiran con mi mirada rodeándome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amándote regresan las aves que vuelan&lt;br /&gt;en el cielo que creí perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;descubriéndote te quiero&lt;br /&gt;amándote te quiero&lt;br /&gt;amándote te amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-113605704048837932?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/113605704048837932/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=113605704048837932' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113605704048837932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113605704048837932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/12/amndote-descubro-horizontes-claros.html' title='Amándote descubro horizontes claros'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-113460760932722145</id><published>2005-12-14T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:46:49.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He estado a veces</title><content type='html'>He estado a veces&lt;br /&gt;a punto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de besarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y lo hago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He estado a veces&lt;br /&gt;a punto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de recorrerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con mis dedos&lt;br /&gt;con mi lengua&lt;br /&gt;con mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y lo hago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre lo hago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo hacemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-113460760932722145?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/113460760932722145/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=113460760932722145' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113460760932722145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113460760932722145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/12/he-estado-veces.html' title='He estado a veces'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-113460685599261265</id><published>2005-12-14T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:34:16.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Y tocas mi piel</title><content type='html'>Y tocas mi piel creando notas&lt;br /&gt;de armonías coloridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y soy bosque húmedo&lt;br /&gt;cobijando tus senderos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con abrazos del longevo aliento&lt;br /&gt;de siglos de lluvias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y beso tu piel creando praderas&lt;br /&gt;de extensos horizontes de malva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y eres nubes y cielos&lt;br /&gt;sobre mi cuerpo fundido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un solo ser contigo&lt;br /&gt;En este viaje contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-113460685599261265?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/113460685599261265/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=113460685599261265' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113460685599261265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113460685599261265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/12/y-tocas-mi-piel.html' title='Y tocas mi piel'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-113387200924785382</id><published>2005-12-06T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T08:26:49.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu luz toca mi piel</title><content type='html'>Tu luz toca mi piel&lt;br /&gt;agitando mis rincones&lt;br /&gt;de oscuros temores&lt;br /&gt;amargos y lejanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entra como el viento de otoño&lt;br /&gt;formando remolinos de hojas&lt;br /&gt;amarillentas de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu luz limpia mi alma&lt;br /&gt;mostrando el sendero&lt;br /&gt;de vida, sudor y pasiones&lt;br /&gt;dulces y cercanas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me siento y contemplo&lt;br /&gt;tu rostro de marcas&lt;br /&gt;saladas y profundas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las caricias hablan&lt;br /&gt;en el silencio de besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-113387200924785382?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/113387200924785382/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=113387200924785382' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113387200924785382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113387200924785382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/12/tu-luz-toca-mi-piel.html' title='Tu luz toca mi piel'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-113262260800668858</id><published>2005-11-21T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:23:28.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Siento fuego y hielo en tu mirada</title><content type='html'>Siento fuego y hielo en tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;de ojos de nogal y ébano&lt;br /&gt;que parten mi alma en dos&lt;br /&gt;pedazos de hierro y madera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ante la duda destructora&lt;br /&gt;de pasados y ventiscas saladas&lt;br /&gt;surgen suaves aromas de hoy&lt;br /&gt;de frutales y hierbas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfumes de presente sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;en que quiero ungir tu alma&lt;br /&gt;y fundirla con la mia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-113262260800668858?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/113262260800668858/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=113262260800668858' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113262260800668858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/113262260800668858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/11/siento-fuego-y-hielo-en-tu-mirada.html' title='Siento fuego y hielo en tu mirada'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112974004713573946</id><published>2005-10-19T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:40:47.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar de mi memoria océana</title><content type='html'>Mar de mi memoria océana&lt;br /&gt;de espumas y vaivenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde navego buscándote&lt;br /&gt;donde el viento y la bruma&lt;br /&gt;oscurecen tu rostro&lt;br /&gt;húmedo de llantos y distancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar de mis tardes de horizonte&lt;br /&gt;frío, duro, de ventisca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar de mi memoria océana&lt;br /&gt;de tus labios de sal&lt;br /&gt;de tu cabello ligero&lt;br /&gt;y tu piel de caracola suave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay mar de mi memoria océana&lt;br /&gt;donde te veo entre las luces&lt;br /&gt;de costas lejanas y perdidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112974004713573946?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112974004713573946/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112974004713573946' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112974004713573946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112974004713573946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/10/mar-de-mi-memoria-ocana.html' title='Mar de mi memoria océana'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112872006127189300</id><published>2005-10-07T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:21:01.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminé ciego un día</title><content type='html'>Caminé ciego un día&lt;br /&gt;en un espacio abierto&lt;br /&gt;de timbres de ciudad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sintiendo pasiones ajenas&lt;br /&gt;a mis días contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuí otro un tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;extranjero de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminé ciego entre otros&lt;br /&gt;errante y atento&lt;br /&gt;al viento suave del mar&lt;br /&gt;que guió mis pasos&lt;br /&gt;a tu luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112872006127189300?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112872006127189300/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112872006127189300' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112872006127189300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112872006127189300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/10/camin-ciego-un-da.html' title='Caminé ciego un día'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112871944292100432</id><published>2005-10-07T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:10:42.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eres ojos y risas</title><content type='html'>Eres ojos y risas&lt;br /&gt;de frescas mañanas&lt;br /&gt;de cálidas tardes&lt;br /&gt;de silenciosas noches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de sentirte es que vivo&lt;br /&gt;entre olores de lluvia&lt;br /&gt;a veces musical&lt;br /&gt;a veces briosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;eres mi risa&lt;br /&gt;de vida diaria&lt;br /&gt;de esfuerzo&lt;br /&gt;de lucha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112871944292100432?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112871944292100432/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112871944292100432' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112871944292100432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112871944292100432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/10/eres-ojos-y-risas.html' title='Eres ojos y risas'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112567567198270659</id><published>2005-09-02T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:41:11.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Siento tus giros y tus miradas</title><content type='html'>Siento tus giros y tus miradas&lt;br /&gt;envolver mis idas y venidas&lt;br /&gt;y veo mujer mujer morena&lt;br /&gt;la razón de mis desvelos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que estos giros y miradas&lt;br /&gt;llenan de segundos inmóviles&lt;br /&gt;este tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donde viajo contigo de la mano&lt;br /&gt;entre detenidos paisajes&lt;br /&gt;de campos dorados y tardes naranja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donde esta flor fresca y tierna&lt;br /&gt;que me saluda en el camino&lt;br /&gt;no muere y permanece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donde este tiempo de estar aquí&lt;br /&gt;es el de estar juntos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112567567198270659?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112567567198270659/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112567567198270659' title='12 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112567567198270659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112567567198270659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/09/siento-tus-giros-y-tus-miradas.html' title='Siento tus giros y tus miradas'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112508392200758376</id><published>2005-08-26T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:18:42.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eres tierra ignota</title><content type='html'>Eres tierra ignota que exploro&lt;br /&gt;en viajes de extrañas cadencias&lt;br /&gt;junto a mis luceros de plata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres mar del sur frío&lt;br /&gt;de agrestes riscos y batientes olas&lt;br /&gt;rompiendo canciones de aves ligeras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te siento febril y viva&lt;br /&gt;invitando a pasiones de lluvia fresca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te siento viento y tormenta&lt;br /&gt;tejiendo redes infinitas de dudas efímeras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112508392200758376?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112508392200758376/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112508392200758376' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112508392200758376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112508392200758376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/08/eres-tierra-ignota.html' title='Eres tierra ignota'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112389289827431832</id><published>2005-08-12T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T20:28:18.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No logro conjugar esta distancia</title><content type='html'>No logro conjugar esta distancia&lt;br /&gt;de tiempo y geografía&lt;br /&gt;que me reduce a la memoria&lt;br /&gt;de perdidas tardes de lluvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No logro conjurar esta ausencia&lt;br /&gt;de tus ojos brillantes&lt;br /&gt;que me quitan el color&lt;br /&gt;a mis días de largas sombras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invierno de miradas y caricias&lt;br /&gt;frío y de glaciales grises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invierno de piel y flores&lt;br /&gt;ya marchitando su lozano pasado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112389289827431832?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112389289827431832/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112389289827431832' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112389289827431832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112389289827431832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-logro-conjugar-esta-distancia.html' title='No logro conjugar esta distancia'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112351786952320075</id><published>2005-08-08T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:17:49.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy respiro una urbana quietud</title><content type='html'>Hoy respiro una urbana quietud&lt;br /&gt;entre miradas y pasos fugaces&lt;br /&gt;de gentes indiferentes al sonido&lt;br /&gt;imperturbable de tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existo en la brisa suave&lt;br /&gt;que rodea las altas estructuras&lt;br /&gt;aceradas y grises de tiempo&lt;br /&gt;con que la ciudad nos cubre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y surges con luces tibias&lt;br /&gt;entre calles y lluvia&lt;br /&gt;haciendo del viento&lt;br /&gt;tu vestido y tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu presencia irrumpe silencios&lt;br /&gt;de sonora estridencia urbana&lt;br /&gt;revelando colores de abril&lt;br /&gt;a este tiempo de quietud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112351786952320075?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112351786952320075/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112351786952320075' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112351786952320075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112351786952320075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/08/hoy-respiro-una-urbana-quietud.html' title='Hoy respiro una urbana quietud'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112243642629945921</id><published>2005-07-26T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:53:46.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Montañas</title><content type='html'>Montañas imponentes&lt;br /&gt;cálidas y tersas&lt;br /&gt;de dulce leche&lt;br /&gt;vida y pasión&lt;br /&gt;se yerguen&lt;br /&gt;con mi aliento&lt;br /&gt;previo&lt;br /&gt;al beso&lt;br /&gt;a los besos&lt;br /&gt;al tacto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suaves pendientes&lt;br /&gt;donde acaricio&lt;br /&gt;tu piel de olores&lt;br /&gt;orientales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibras, tiemblas&lt;br /&gt;volcanes erguidos&lt;br /&gt;de femenina altivez&lt;br /&gt;me acerco&lt;br /&gt;respiro&lt;br /&gt;te beso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112243642629945921?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112243642629945921/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112243642629945921' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112243642629945921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112243642629945921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/07/montaas.html' title='Montañas'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112233015736190168</id><published>2005-07-25T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:22:37.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Habitas en un pedazo de mi</title><content type='html'>Habitas en un pedazo de mi&lt;br /&gt;estático, remoto y sepia&lt;br /&gt;como el sol del café molido&lt;br /&gt;tostando el aroma de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quieta en silencio existes&lt;br /&gt;suave como el tul de cortinas&lt;br /&gt;traslúcidas de antiguas ventanas&lt;br /&gt;ligeras a la luz de la tarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escucho tu música y siento tu frío&lt;br /&gt;que rodea años de miradas&lt;br /&gt;de ojos de maderas orientales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento tu presencia inevitable&lt;br /&gt;haciendo que te busque&lt;br /&gt;amándote sin oponerme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112233015736190168?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112233015736190168/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112233015736190168' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112233015736190168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112233015736190168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/07/habitas-en-un-pedazo-de-mi.html' title='Habitas en un pedazo de mi'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112206234856895161</id><published>2005-07-22T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T15:59:08.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eres piel de lejanas bahías</title><content type='html'>Eres piel de lejanas bahías&lt;br /&gt;mar de deseos del Sur&lt;br /&gt;promesa de rutas de conquista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres viento de fragancias dulces&lt;br /&gt;de blancas caracolas y arenas doradas&lt;br /&gt;caricia de velas blancas&lt;br /&gt;en altos mástiles erguidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navego en piel y fragancias&lt;br /&gt;flotando en aguas de azul cristal&lt;br /&gt;siguiendo cielos y estrellas&lt;br /&gt;donde sueño besos y sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dama de viento y mar&lt;br /&gt;eres piel y sol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112206234856895161?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112206234856895161/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112206234856895161' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112206234856895161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112206234856895161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/07/eres-piel-de-lejanas-bahas.html' title='Eres piel de lejanas bahías'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112172479952324146</id><published>2005-07-18T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T18:13:19.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde de ti y de mí</title><content type='html'>Tarde en que las fragancias&lt;br /&gt;agitan mis asideros a la realidad&lt;br /&gt;de besos de labios salados&lt;br /&gt;con que siento tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;vivo y radiante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde en que quiero llegar&lt;br /&gt;al lugar de las cálidas aguas estivales&lt;br /&gt;serenas y tranquilas donde me refugio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde en que presiento lluvia&lt;br /&gt;de vida fresca y lozana&lt;br /&gt;perfumando flores de húmedos pétalos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde de ti y de mí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112172479952324146?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112172479952324146/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112172479952324146' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112172479952324146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112172479952324146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/07/tarde-de-ti-y-de-m.html' title='Tarde de ti y de mí'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112148549855870721</id><published>2005-07-15T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:44:58.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar, Sol, Luna</title><content type='html'>Mar&lt;br /&gt;mar azul y gris&lt;br /&gt;frío como ojos de angustia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol&lt;br /&gt;sol blanco y duro&lt;br /&gt;lejano como tardes perdidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna&lt;br /&gt;luna de curiosa mirada&lt;br /&gt;presente en cama y piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueño&lt;br /&gt;con la madera de tu voz&lt;br /&gt;que acaricia las palabras&lt;br /&gt;que dijimos, decimos, diremos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112148549855870721?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112148549855870721/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112148549855870721' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112148549855870721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112148549855870721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/07/mar-sol-luna.html' title='Mar, Sol, Luna'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-112078855316867523</id><published>2005-07-07T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T22:09:13.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Este breve tiempo</title><content type='html'>Este breve tiempo&lt;br /&gt;de existencia mutua&lt;br /&gt;de vivir&lt;br /&gt;de soñar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos regala amaneceres&lt;br /&gt;de dulce limón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos acaricia&lt;br /&gt;con ocasos de lilas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos envuelve&lt;br /&gt;en suaves sedas chinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es breve este nuestro tiempo&lt;br /&gt;de besos y guiños&lt;br /&gt;en que andamos&lt;br /&gt;con los pies en nubes&lt;br /&gt;blancas y ligeras&lt;br /&gt;de mañana fría&lt;br /&gt;de rocío y flores&lt;br /&gt;donde a la deriva&lt;br /&gt;soñamos&lt;br /&gt;nadamos&lt;br /&gt;nuestro&lt;br /&gt;breve tiempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-112078855316867523?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/112078855316867523/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=112078855316867523' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112078855316867523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/112078855316867523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/07/este-breve-tiempo.html' title='Este breve tiempo'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111990447027858958</id><published>2005-06-27T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T16:34:30.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu recuerdo es de sol</title><content type='html'>Tu recuerdo es de sol&lt;br /&gt;de arenas de playa&lt;br /&gt;de mares turquesa&lt;br /&gt;y atardeceres púpura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu recuerdo es de altos árboles&lt;br /&gt;tucanes y orquídeas&lt;br /&gt;humedad y lluvia&lt;br /&gt;maderas y aromas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu recuerdo es de gente&lt;br /&gt;de ciudad caótica&lt;br /&gt;autos y humo&lt;br /&gt;en febril combustión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu recuerdo es de música&lt;br /&gt;de tardes de piel&lt;br /&gt;besos de horas&lt;br /&gt;y amores de abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu recuerdo me abstrae&lt;br /&gt;de mi realidad cotidiana&lt;br /&gt;me arrulla y consiente&lt;br /&gt;me atrapa y castiga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111990447027858958?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111990447027858958/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111990447027858958' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111990447027858958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111990447027858958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/06/tu-recuerdo-es-de-sol.html' title='Tu recuerdo es de sol'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111902340920293616</id><published>2005-06-17T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:50:09.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu sonrisa desarma mis viajes</title><content type='html'>Tu sonrisa desarma mis viajes&lt;br /&gt;de explorador de fantasías y nubes&lt;br /&gt;haciéndome despertar en un sueño&lt;br /&gt;de caricias ávidas de música y besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y soñando de vuelta de alturas y selvas&lt;br /&gt;me refugio entre tus brazos de ángel&lt;br /&gt;donde tu piel de flor seduce mi sopor&lt;br /&gt;y rescata veranos de lluvia de cristal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirves de cimiento a mis sentidos de aire&lt;br /&gt;donde construyo meses de suave algodón&lt;br /&gt;dulces armonías y perfumes tibios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambias andanzas y soledades&lt;br /&gt;por lecho de calor, calma y sonidos&lt;br /&gt;que llenan la casa blanca de hoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111902340920293616?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111902340920293616/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111902340920293616' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111902340920293616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111902340920293616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/06/tu-sonrisa-desarma-mis-viajes.html' title='Tu sonrisa desarma mis viajes'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111901275189955108</id><published>2005-06-17T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T08:52:31.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me entretuve viviendo</title><content type='html'>Me entretuve viviendo de migajas de memoria&lt;br /&gt;extrayendo momentos de sal y sed que viví&lt;br /&gt;entre los ídolos de la ciudad amurallada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy sopló la brisa fresca del presente&lt;br /&gt;y recuerdos de azul y turquesa se negaron a morir&lt;br /&gt;entre las calles blancas y febriles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo el ahora de mis tiempos&lt;br /&gt;lejos del ayer de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;lejos de la gracia de tu espacio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111901275189955108?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111901275189955108/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111901275189955108' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111901275189955108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111901275189955108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-entretuve-viviendo.html' title='Me entretuve viviendo'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111886084457372892</id><published>2005-06-15T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:40:44.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mujer de madera y labios de granada</title><content type='html'>Mujer de madera y labios de granada&lt;br /&gt;de firmes senos donde sueño temblores&lt;br /&gt;encoges mi tiempo de estatua insomne&lt;br /&gt;con la palabra y el contacto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los instantes de tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;terminan esculpiendo momentos de azules brisas&lt;br /&gt;en manos y labios curiosos de piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer de madera y labios de granada&lt;br /&gt;tu sonido es el de las hojas&lt;br /&gt;que el tiempo hace caer y nacer de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu tiempo es el de siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111886084457372892?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111886084457372892/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111886084457372892' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111886084457372892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111886084457372892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/06/mujer-de-madera-y-labios-de-granada.html' title='Mujer de madera y labios de granada'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111824764899948806</id><published>2005-06-08T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T12:20:49.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy te siento ligera</title><content type='html'>Hoy te siento ligera&lt;br /&gt;aire, vapor o perfume&lt;br /&gt;flotando en mi aire&lt;br /&gt;con tus cabellos negros&lt;br /&gt;que me seducen y envuelven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el azul de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;coloreando flores y pájaros&lt;br /&gt;que trinan en los arbustos&lt;br /&gt;del jardín de piedra y sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te veo volar sin ningún peso&lt;br /&gt;y de una manera muy sutil&lt;br /&gt;dejar besos en cada rincón&lt;br /&gt;de mi casa blanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí espero&lt;br /&gt;que renuncies&lt;br /&gt;a dejar lo etéreo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí quiero volver&lt;br /&gt;a sentir tu piel&lt;br /&gt;de húmedos lirios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111824764899948806?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111824764899948806/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111824764899948806' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111824764899948806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111824764899948806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/06/hoy-te-siento-ligera.html' title='Hoy te siento ligera'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111774528063354234</id><published>2005-06-02T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T16:48:00.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigo cautivado por besos de miel</title><content type='html'>Sigo cautivado por besos de miel&lt;br /&gt;que manan de tu boca de flor&lt;br /&gt;y bebo deteniendo los frágiles minutos&lt;br /&gt;de este milagro de amarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los atesoro y recojo con mis manos&lt;br /&gt;que juegan a nadar en tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;suave, fresco, de olor al caramelo&lt;br /&gt;con que endulzas lo nuestro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me atrapan tus besos cálidos&lt;br /&gt;a los que cedo mi tiempo&lt;br /&gt;detenido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos de miel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111774528063354234?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111774528063354234/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111774528063354234' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111774528063354234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111774528063354234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/06/sigo-cautivado-por-besos-de-miel.html' title='Sigo cautivado por besos de miel'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111734761388332712</id><published>2005-05-29T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T02:20:13.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lentamente te voy sintiendo</title><content type='html'>Lentamente te voy sintiendo&lt;br /&gt;entre brazos, besos y minutos&lt;br /&gt;enhebrando la suave seda&lt;br /&gt;del tiempo juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruedas bajo mi aliento&lt;br /&gt;entregando el suave nácar&lt;br /&gt;de caracola marina profunda&lt;br /&gt;que tienes por piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es en mi mente donde dibujas&lt;br /&gt;ese futuro de alhelíes&lt;br /&gt;blancos como nieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es cuando te entrego&lt;br /&gt;mi alma en dos besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uno para tenerte&lt;br /&gt;otro para amarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111734761388332712?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111734761388332712/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111734761388332712' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111734761388332712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111734761388332712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/05/lentamente-te-voy-sintiendo.html' title='Lentamente te voy sintiendo'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111730002963502078</id><published>2005-05-28T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T13:07:09.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El bosque de nubes y lluvia</title><content type='html'>El bosque de nubes y lluvia&lt;br /&gt;nos rodeó con árboles de eras pasadas&lt;br /&gt;cobijando mi emoción de años que comenzaban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En sucesión vimos aves, hojas, rayos de sol&lt;br /&gt;surcando frente a nuestra ilusión&lt;br /&gt;de amantes invencibles&lt;br /&gt;de amantes invisibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sumergí en el claro arroyo de miel&lt;br /&gt;contigo de la mano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El bosque de nubes y lluvia&lt;br /&gt;nos regaló tucanes y perfumes&lt;br /&gt;de húmedas flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginamos nuestra ilusión&lt;br /&gt;de amantes invisibles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111730002963502078?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111730002963502078/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111730002963502078' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111730002963502078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111730002963502078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/05/el-bosque-de-nubes-y-lluvia.html' title='El bosque de nubes y lluvia'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111659927507883166</id><published>2005-05-20T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T10:27:55.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un mar de sonrientes olas</title><content type='html'>Un mar de sonrientes olas&lt;br /&gt;acarició con sus besos&lt;br /&gt;a la mujer de sal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erguida desafió gaviotas&lt;br /&gt;sobre las piedras acariciadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un sol insomne&lt;br /&gt;guió con sus palabras&lt;br /&gt;al hombre de sal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erguido caminó playas&lt;br /&gt;de arenas solitarias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer y hombre&lt;br /&gt;encuentran los besos&lt;br /&gt;de sal y lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;perdidos en el mar&lt;br /&gt;brillando en el sol&lt;br /&gt;sobre las piedras acariciadas&lt;br /&gt;de arenas solitarias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111659927507883166?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111659927507883166/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111659927507883166' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111659927507883166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111659927507883166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/05/un-mar-de-sonrientes-olas.html' title='Un mar de sonrientes olas'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111652565968452885</id><published>2005-05-19T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T14:00:59.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Besos</title><content type='html'>Te beso en un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;te siento en un respiro&lt;br /&gt;te suspiro&lt;br /&gt;te respiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te bebo con un beso&lt;br /&gt;te como&lt;br /&gt;nos comemos&lt;br /&gt;nos bebemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estremecidos&lt;br /&gt;temblorosos&lt;br /&gt;descubriéndonos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos recorremos&lt;br /&gt;cada centímetro&lt;br /&gt;hechizados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mirándonos&lt;br /&gt;en caricias&lt;br /&gt;en besos&lt;br /&gt;húmedos&lt;br /&gt;besos tibios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beso&lt;br /&gt;dos besos&lt;br /&gt;tres besos&lt;br /&gt;no los cuentes&lt;br /&gt;que fluyan&lt;br /&gt;por horas&lt;br /&gt;que nos lleven&lt;br /&gt;que nos transporten&lt;br /&gt;a donde te amo&lt;br /&gt;nos amamos&lt;br /&gt;nos besamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos tocamos&lt;br /&gt;nuestras almas&lt;br /&gt;en un beso&lt;br /&gt;miles&lt;br /&gt;de besos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111652565968452885?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111652565968452885/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111652565968452885' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111652565968452885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111652565968452885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/05/besos.html' title='Besos'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111651327402309526</id><published>2005-05-19T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:34:34.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La mujer de nieve</title><content type='html'>La mujer de nieve alcanzó a verme&lt;br /&gt;en el instante en que me volvía&lt;br /&gt;sobre los pasos recorridos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su figura pareció alargarse&lt;br /&gt;en la sombra de la tarde&lt;br /&gt;que avanzaba sin esperarnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los altos pinos fueron testigos&lt;br /&gt;de miradas y temblores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sol invernal de julio&lt;br /&gt;murió buscando el océano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mujer de nieve permanece&lt;br /&gt;viva entre recuerdos de hielo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111651327402309526?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111651327402309526/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111651327402309526' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111651327402309526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111651327402309526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/05/la-mujer-de-nieve.html' title='La mujer de nieve'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111627657316516586</id><published>2005-05-16T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T08:50:58.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin reparar en tu mirada</title><content type='html'>Sin reparar en tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;de ojos de ya no estoy&lt;br /&gt;seguí en mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin reparar en tus lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;de vernos sin poder estar&lt;br /&gt;seguí en mi aferramiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin darme cuenta&lt;br /&gt;de que no estabas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin darme cuenta&lt;br /&gt;de tu partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin darme cuenta&lt;br /&gt;del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;ya agotado&lt;br /&gt;en el que soñamos&lt;br /&gt;y nos atrevimos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111627657316516586?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111627657316516586/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111627657316516586' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111627657316516586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111627657316516586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/05/sin-reparar-en-tu-mirada.html' title='Sin reparar en tu mirada'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111591523675083386</id><published>2005-05-12T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:29:01.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El patio de granados</title><content type='html'>El patio de granados ofreció&lt;br /&gt;brillos y dulces frutos&lt;br /&gt;cuando osé pisar su espacio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entre los geranios colgantes&lt;br /&gt;sentí la blancura de un tiempo&lt;br /&gt;nuevo y viejo a la vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que acercaba lento y decidido&lt;br /&gt;sensaciones de calma y solaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que alejaba lento y decidido&lt;br /&gt;nubes de grises borrascas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El patio de granados&lt;br /&gt;ofreció su espacio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111591523675083386?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111591523675083386/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111591523675083386' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111591523675083386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111591523675083386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/05/el-patio-de-granados.html' title='El patio de granados'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111581293543125321</id><published>2005-05-11T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T08:02:15.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El año de instantes húmedos</title><content type='html'>El año de instantes húmedos&lt;br /&gt;murió bajo el dintel de la puerta&lt;br /&gt;del blanco muro de argamasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí torné mis ojos al camino&lt;br /&gt;de curvas perdidas en otros horizontes&lt;br /&gt;llenos de arena, sol y piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ciudad de urgencias quedó atrás&lt;br /&gt;más allá de cielos grises&lt;br /&gt;más allá de nubes de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El año de ausentes besos&lt;br /&gt;llegó con un instante esperado&lt;br /&gt;al fin del camino de curvas perdidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111581293543125321?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111581293543125321/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111581293543125321' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111581293543125321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111581293543125321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/05/el-ao-de-instantes-hmedos.html' title='El año de instantes húmedos'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111541291522800842</id><published>2005-05-06T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T16:55:15.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Al pasar del gesto al tacto</title><content type='html'>Al pasar del gesto al tacto&lt;br /&gt;cruzamos la frontera posible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al pasar del tacto al gusto&lt;br /&gt;humedecemos lo imaginable&lt;br /&gt;lo palpable&lt;br /&gt;lo probable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruzar barreras&lt;br /&gt;mirar colinas&lt;br /&gt;de piel ansiosa&lt;br /&gt;de tacto&lt;br /&gt;de gusto&lt;br /&gt;es lo que alimenta&lt;br /&gt;esto que vive&lt;br /&gt;y respira&lt;br /&gt;y come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto que tenemos&lt;br /&gt;esto que vivimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111541291522800842?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111541291522800842/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111541291522800842' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111541291522800842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111541291522800842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/05/al-pasar-del-gesto-al-tacto.html' title='Al pasar del gesto al tacto'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111531030997506248</id><published>2005-05-05T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:25:10.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada paso que doy</title><content type='html'>Cada paso que doy&lt;br /&gt;no sé&lt;br /&gt;si me acerca&lt;br /&gt;o me aleja&lt;br /&gt;de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O es que doy vueltas&lt;br /&gt;yo planeta&lt;br /&gt;tu sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada paso que doy&lt;br /&gt;es un paso firme&lt;br /&gt;pero no sé&lt;br /&gt;si es&lt;br /&gt;hacia ti&lt;br /&gt;o desde ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o es que voy&lt;br /&gt;a donde ya he estado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde te amo&lt;br /&gt;donde te beso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111531030997506248?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111531030997506248/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111531030997506248' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111531030997506248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111531030997506248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/05/cada-paso-que-doy.html' title='Cada paso que doy'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111504374243577539</id><published>2005-05-02T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:22:22.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deseos intensos</title><content type='html'>Deseos intensos&lt;br /&gt;Deseos que duermen&lt;br /&gt;esta tarde larga&lt;br /&gt;esta tarde silente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseos de nadarte&lt;br /&gt;como agua de río&lt;br /&gt;de veranos de infancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseos de mirarte&lt;br /&gt;como ave que surcas&lt;br /&gt;mis cielos claros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseos febriles&lt;br /&gt;de sudor y sábanas&lt;br /&gt;de piel y cabellos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseos intensos&lt;br /&gt;deseos mortales&lt;br /&gt;de verte y tocarte&lt;br /&gt;olerte y amarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111504374243577539?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111504374243577539/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111504374243577539' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111504374243577539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111504374243577539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/05/deseos-intensos.html' title='Deseos intensos'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111480489340900302</id><published>2005-04-29T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T16:01:33.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El río de estrellas infinitas</title><content type='html'>El río de estrellas infinitas&lt;br /&gt;hizo cabriolas ruidosas&lt;br /&gt;desde las ventana de las pasiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los bucares te arrullan&lt;br /&gt;mientras recorro con mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;tu silueta tersa de durazno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde allí miras pasar las horas&lt;br /&gt;conmigo entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;trayendo al presente&lt;br /&gt;con la brisa fresca&lt;br /&gt;luceros&lt;br /&gt;cintilantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111480489340900302?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111480489340900302/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111480489340900302' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111480489340900302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111480489340900302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/04/el-ro-de-estrellas-infinitas.html' title='El río de estrellas infinitas'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111463058624711650</id><published>2005-04-27T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:36:26.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El lago de plata</title><content type='html'>Llegué al centro del lago de plata&lt;br /&gt;con las horas del horizonte recorrido&lt;br /&gt;cambiando polvo y estío con arena&lt;br /&gt;de aguas dulces y tranquilas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luz zodiacal abrió la bóveda oscura&lt;br /&gt;en dos fuentes de luces infinitas&lt;br /&gt;rodeando mis sentidos entre cielo y agua&lt;br /&gt;de calmados reflejos sin viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El bote dejó de crujirle a los remos&lt;br /&gt;al detener su deriva silenciosa y fría&lt;br /&gt;dejando ondas escasas de ánimo&lt;br /&gt;cuando el lago volvía a ser espejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo la orilla circular y lejana&lt;br /&gt;borrarse entre nieblas y destellos&lt;br /&gt;de luceros y constelaciones&lt;br /&gt;sintiendo la brisa leve del lago de plata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111463058624711650?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111463058624711650/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111463058624711650' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111463058624711650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111463058624711650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/04/el-lago-de-plata.html' title='El lago de plata'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111420195666154156</id><published>2005-04-22T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:32:36.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Llegas como siempre</title><content type='html'>Llegas como siempre&lt;br /&gt;de la mano de la brisa&lt;br /&gt;ligera y aérea&lt;br /&gt;dando pasos de ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me haces girar&lt;br /&gt;mientras admiro&lt;br /&gt;el regalo&lt;br /&gt;de tu cintura&lt;br /&gt;contra la mía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beso tus labios&lt;br /&gt;y descubro que sueño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111420195666154156?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111420195666154156/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111420195666154156' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111420195666154156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111420195666154156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/04/llegas-como-siempre.html' title='Llegas como siempre'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111420168542080232</id><published>2005-04-22T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:28:05.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La lluvia de la tarde</title><content type='html'>La lluvia de la tarde&lt;br /&gt;cae formando disonancias&lt;br /&gt;en mi memoria nublada&lt;br /&gt;de gotas aun frescas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lluvia de la tarde&lt;br /&gt;rueda por nuestros cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;entregados a caricias&lt;br /&gt;fundidos y letárgicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento la lluvia caer&lt;br /&gt;y siento tu olor de miel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111420168542080232?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111420168542080232/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111420168542080232' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111420168542080232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111420168542080232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/04/la-lluvia-de-la-tarde.html' title='La lluvia de la tarde'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111408453702500970</id><published>2005-04-21T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T07:55:37.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eres hábil</title><content type='html'>Eres hábil con la luna&lt;br /&gt;la endulzas con sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;y me la sirves con café&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres hábil con el viento&lt;br /&gt;lo seduces con tus manos&lt;br /&gt;y me haces un lazo de corbata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres hábil con el sol&lt;br /&gt;lo enfrías con tu andar&lt;br /&gt;y sale helado de limón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres hábil con el mar&lt;br /&gt;lo empequeñeces con tu aquí llegué&lt;br /&gt;y sólo me queda nadar en ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111408453702500970?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111408453702500970/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111408453702500970' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111408453702500970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111408453702500970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/04/eres-hbil.html' title='Eres hábil'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111369423770003168</id><published>2005-04-16T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:30:37.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Estando contigo quise ser otro</title><content type='html'>Estando contigo quise ser otro,&lt;br /&gt;otro que amaste sin pedírtelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estando contigo quise amar a otra,&lt;br /&gt;a otra que amé sin proponérmelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor es un accidente de la vida&lt;br /&gt;que nos sacude el entendimiento&lt;br /&gt;adormeciendo con pasión&lt;br /&gt;percepciones reales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estando con otra quise estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;contigo vida de azules luces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estando contigo volví a ti&lt;br /&gt;a ti pasión real&lt;br /&gt;a ti amor real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111369423770003168?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111369423770003168/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111369423770003168' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111369423770003168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111369423770003168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/04/estando-contigo-quise-ser-otro.html' title='Estando contigo quise ser otro'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111340689308268097</id><published>2005-04-13T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T11:41:33.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Siento tu cuerpo nocturno y cálido</title><content type='html'>Siento tu cuerpo nocturno y cálido&lt;br /&gt;deslizarse bajo mis manos&lt;br /&gt;ofreciendo texturas y perfumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mezclo besos con caricias&lt;br /&gt;y me ofreces lecho y vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo se funde en ti&lt;br /&gt;hundiendo mis sueños de nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;en suaves vientos de mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mezclando ansias con sal y arena&lt;br /&gt;de islas que veo en tu imagen&lt;br /&gt;iluminada por la luna menguante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111340689308268097?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111340689308268097/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111340689308268097' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111340689308268097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111340689308268097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/04/siento-tu-cuerpo-nocturno-y-clido.html' title='Siento tu cuerpo nocturno y cálido'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111290921041298494</id><published>2005-04-07T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T17:26:50.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La luna dejó caer unos reflejos</title><content type='html'>La luna dejó caer unos reflejos&lt;br /&gt;en el cristal del río frío&lt;br /&gt;el cual veo desde la ventana&lt;br /&gt;de la habitación de nuestros amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora duermes el sueño del Abril&lt;br /&gt;al que llegamos juntos una vez&lt;br /&gt;y yo junto a la ventana&lt;br /&gt;mirándote sin verte&lt;br /&gt;intento resolver las ecuaciones imposibles&lt;br /&gt;de nuestras improbabilidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna es testigo de mis cálculos&lt;br /&gt;que invento conociendo de antemano&lt;br /&gt;que no hay números que midan&lt;br /&gt;nuestra angustia por mirarnos&lt;br /&gt;nuestro deseo de tenernos&lt;br /&gt;nuestra vida sin vernos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111290921041298494?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111290921041298494/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111290921041298494' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111290921041298494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111290921041298494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/04/la-luna-dej-caer-unos-reflejos.html' title='La luna dejó caer unos reflejos'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111283344551182729</id><published>2005-04-06T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:24:05.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Si temprano en la mañana</title><content type='html'>Si temprano en la mañana&lt;br /&gt;entra por mi ventana&lt;br /&gt;un rayo de sol limón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toco tu piel de porcelana&lt;br /&gt;con la que adornas mi cama&lt;br /&gt;entre sábanas de algodón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desayunas así mi amada&lt;br /&gt;con mis besos coloreados&lt;br /&gt;de café tibio edulcorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en los que pinto cada día&lt;br /&gt;los amores de osadía&lt;br /&gt;que me tienen ya marcado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así con tu sonrisa de alegría&lt;br /&gt;tu amarme sin razón&lt;br /&gt;donde sacas de la nada&lt;br /&gt;mucha alma y corazón&lt;br /&gt;vivo yo esta melodía&lt;br /&gt;que disfruto vida mía&lt;br /&gt;con mis risas&lt;br /&gt;con mis versos&lt;br /&gt;con pasión.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111283344551182729?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111283344551182729/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111283344551182729' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111283344551182729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111283344551182729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/04/si-temprano-en-la-maana.html' title='Si temprano en la mañana'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111271494360567135</id><published>2005-04-05T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T11:29:03.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Palabras</title><content type='html'>Manos&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Mejillas&lt;br /&gt;Sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;Nubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decimos&lt;br /&gt;Desdecimos&lt;br /&gt;Ponderamos&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bocas&lt;br /&gt;Calladas&lt;br /&gt;Besan&lt;br /&gt;Miran&lt;br /&gt;Madera&lt;br /&gt;Sal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolor&lt;br /&gt;Llanto&lt;br /&gt;Distancia&lt;br /&gt;Silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realidades&lt;br /&gt;Luces&lt;br /&gt;Calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111271494360567135?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111271494360567135/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111271494360567135' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111271494360567135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111271494360567135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/04/palabras.html' title='Palabras'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111271457373906368</id><published>2005-04-05T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T11:22:53.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueño</title><content type='html'>Sueño que despierto en ti&lt;br /&gt;tomando tus trenzas en mis dedos&lt;br /&gt;bebiendo de tu sonrisa matinal&lt;br /&gt;sorbos de café&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueño mi día junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;caminando de la mano&lt;br /&gt;entre gente de colores&lt;br /&gt;siguiendo al sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo sueños en construcción&lt;br /&gt;sueños por ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111271457373906368?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111271457373906368/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111271457373906368' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111271457373906368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111271457373906368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/04/sueo.html' title='Sueño'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111249528890946028</id><published>2005-04-02T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:28:08.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El espejo habla de gestos</title><content type='html'>El espejo habla de gestos&lt;br /&gt;ajenos, propios, prestados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El espejo refleja días&lt;br /&gt;ajenos, propios, prestados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Días de tornar mi rostro&lt;br /&gt;más cercano al tuyo&lt;br /&gt;asimilándote&lt;br /&gt;bebiendo de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos ahora son los tuyos&lt;br /&gt;Mi sonrisa la tuya&lt;br /&gt;Mis frases robadas a ti&lt;br /&gt;de tanto&lt;br /&gt;estar&lt;br /&gt;contigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111249528890946028?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111249528890946028/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111249528890946028' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111249528890946028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111249528890946028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/04/el-espejo-habla-de-gestos.html' title='El espejo habla de gestos'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111202638817206129</id><published>2005-03-28T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T12:13:08.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Llegamos cuando el amanecer</title><content type='html'>Llegamos cuando el amanecer pinceló&lt;br /&gt;nuestro cielo con nubes verdes&lt;br /&gt;cargadas del rocío de nuestros ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respiramos un rato el aire fresco&lt;br /&gt;sintiendo primaveras y veranos&lt;br /&gt;donde frutas perfumadas colorean paisajes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí meditamos futuros y pasados&lt;br /&gt;preguntando a las aves del norte&lt;br /&gt;si los melódicos trinos eran nuestros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí pasamos el día con el suave&lt;br /&gt;aliento de Céfiro sobre nuestros cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;dulces, marinos y húmedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así te recuerdo desnuda sobre el prado&lt;br /&gt;que sirvió de lecho vivo y presente&lt;br /&gt;entre nubes, el firmamento y el sol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111202638817206129?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111202638817206129/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111202638817206129' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111202638817206129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111202638817206129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/llegamos-cuando-el-amanecer.html' title='Llegamos cuando el amanecer'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111193894432741790</id><published>2005-03-27T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T11:55:44.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intento atrapar la estela</title><content type='html'>Intento atrapar la estela&lt;br /&gt;que flota en el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;de nuestra vida juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdos de sol&lt;br /&gt;recuerdos de luna&lt;br /&gt;recuerdos de piel&lt;br /&gt;recuerdos de besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flota y me rodea&lt;br /&gt;la estela&lt;br /&gt;de recuerdos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111193894432741790?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111193894432741790/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111193894432741790' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111193894432741790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111193894432741790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/intento-atrapar-la-estela.html' title='Intento atrapar la estela'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111189401453646049</id><published>2005-03-26T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:26:54.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruzan mi mente</title><content type='html'>Cruzan mi mente tantas palabras&lt;br /&gt;dichas, no dichas, habladas, calladas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruzan mi mente rápidas, breves&lt;br /&gt;formando espirales de tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tus ojos que miran perdonando&lt;br /&gt;provocando el atrapar instantes&lt;br /&gt;perdidos en rincones de ciudad&lt;br /&gt;de gente con prisa y vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruzan imagenes tuyas&lt;br /&gt;mi cielo de nubes móviles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111189401453646049?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111189401453646049/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111189401453646049' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111189401453646049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111189401453646049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/cruzan-mi-mente.html' title='Cruzan mi mente'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111189237378816093</id><published>2005-03-26T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:59:33.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La casa de vientos soñados</title><content type='html'>La casa de vientos soñados&lt;br /&gt;asentó los años sobre las cuatro rocas&lt;br /&gt;de granito, mármol, obsidiana y cuarzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los años doraron campos&lt;br /&gt;de mies, labranza y sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los cuatro vientos soplaron&lt;br /&gt;usando la rosa marina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las velas henchidas&lt;br /&gt;dejaron espuma&lt;br /&gt;quebrando el mar&lt;br /&gt;inquieto y ceniciento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La casa de vientos soñados&lt;br /&gt;surgió blanca, imponiendo&lt;br /&gt;cuatro columnas sobre el risco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La casa de vientos soñados&lt;br /&gt;sobre cuatro rocas se yergue&lt;br /&gt;granito, mármol, obsidiana y cuarzo&lt;br /&gt;señalando caminos&lt;br /&gt;señalando rumbos&lt;br /&gt;con luz de años.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111189237378816093?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111189237378816093/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111189237378816093' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111189237378816093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111189237378816093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/la-casa-de-vientos-soados.html' title='La casa de vientos soñados'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111132289252098642</id><published>2005-03-20T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T08:48:12.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sirvió para sentirme nuevamente</title><content type='html'>Sirvió para sentirme nuevamente&lt;br /&gt;vivo, lúcido, aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirvió para correr velos&lt;br /&gt;y ver horizontes navegables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirvió para sentirte fresca&lt;br /&gt;en estas horas de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirvió para sentirnos juntos&lt;br /&gt;en espacios de aventura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirvió para fundirnos&lt;br /&gt;en metal y fuego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirvió para unirnos&lt;br /&gt;en adobe y sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirvió para calmar&lt;br /&gt;sed, hambre y lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para avanzar con alas&lt;br /&gt;emplumadas de azul y rojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y flotar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en el aire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de esperanzas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y pasiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y amores&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111132289252098642?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111132289252098642/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111132289252098642' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111132289252098642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111132289252098642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/sirvi-para-sentirme-nuevamente.html' title='Sirvió para sentirme nuevamente'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111109315839839577</id><published>2005-03-17T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T17:00:54.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eres parte de mí</title><content type='html'>Eres parte de mí&lt;br /&gt;aun breve, aun leve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres parte de mí&lt;br /&gt;aun fugaz, aun tenaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certidumbre de siglos&lt;br /&gt;envuelven nuestras almas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconozco en ti&lt;br /&gt;antiguos pedazos míos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconozco en mi&lt;br /&gt;antiguos pedazos tuyos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser de mi ser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111109315839839577?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111109315839839577/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111109315839839577' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111109315839839577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111109315839839577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/eres-parte-de-m.html' title='Eres parte de mí'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111100333551094852</id><published>2005-03-16T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T16:47:09.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mujeres</title><content type='html'>Mujeres de presencia&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres de ausencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres que parten&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres que vuelven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer de aire&lt;br /&gt;Mujer de advertencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres que flotan&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres que mueven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De magia&lt;br /&gt;De esencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;armónicas&lt;br /&gt;melódicas&lt;br /&gt;rítmicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres de arte&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres de carne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres de hielo&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres de acero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De latidos&lt;br /&gt;y desvaríos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De poemas&lt;br /&gt;y fonemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que viven en mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivieron en mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mis días&lt;br /&gt;y alegrías&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mis noches&lt;br /&gt;y derroches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que amo y extraño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres de amores&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres de ardores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Mujer que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Mujer que me amas&lt;br /&gt;Mujer de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De besos de miel&lt;br /&gt;y piel de clavel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fuerza y regazo&lt;br /&gt;De luz y de hechizo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer que te amo&lt;br /&gt;a fuego y a piel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111100333551094852?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111100333551094852/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111100333551094852' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111100333551094852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111100333551094852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/mujeres.html' title='Mujeres'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111080484963970105</id><published>2005-03-14T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T08:54:09.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Después de recorrer</title><content type='html'>Después de recorrer&lt;br /&gt;tus valles y montañas&lt;br /&gt;y sudar&lt;br /&gt;nuestra pasión con caricias tiernas&lt;br /&gt;vengo aquí&lt;br /&gt;a sentarme y recrear&lt;br /&gt;en silencio&lt;br /&gt;cada instante&lt;br /&gt;contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus olores&lt;br /&gt;me rodean&lt;br /&gt;me golpean&lt;br /&gt;recordándome&lt;br /&gt;tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;con fuerza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi ansiedad&lt;br /&gt;crece&lt;br /&gt;a ratos&lt;br /&gt;acrecentando&lt;br /&gt;este deseo de correr por ti&lt;br /&gt;a ti&lt;br /&gt;a tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;a tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;a tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;late&lt;br /&gt;fuerte&lt;br /&gt;con vida propia diría yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y nosotros&lt;br /&gt;viviendo&lt;br /&gt;pasiones&lt;br /&gt;entregados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amándonos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111080484963970105?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111080484963970105/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111080484963970105' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111080484963970105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111080484963970105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/despus-de-recorrer.html' title='Después de recorrer'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111049170198605876</id><published>2005-03-10T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T17:55:01.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viene Abril</title><content type='html'>Viene Abril lluvioso&lt;br /&gt;a humedecer recuerdos y huellas&lt;br /&gt;borradas en arenas de tiempo&lt;br /&gt;con olas de blancas crestas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene y se instala lento&lt;br /&gt;llenando grietas ocres&lt;br /&gt;tornando blandas las palabras&lt;br /&gt;dichas con sal y besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguen recorriendo temblores&lt;br /&gt;pasados de miradas lejanas&lt;br /&gt;azules destinos ignotos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguen paralelos instantes&lt;br /&gt;donde herrumbre y polvo guardo&lt;br /&gt;amor de luz y miel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111049170198605876?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111049170198605876/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111049170198605876' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111049170198605876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111049170198605876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/viene-abril.html' title='Viene Abril'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111037443901448294</id><published>2005-03-09T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T09:10:36.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tus manos y mis manos</title><content type='html'>Tus manos y mis manos juegan&lt;br /&gt;a atrapar lágrimas y mejillas&lt;br /&gt;sin poder asir sonrisas huidizas&lt;br /&gt;que flotan etéreas como nubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos decimos y desdecimos&lt;br /&gt;escrutando los días vividos&lt;br /&gt;ponderando si fué o no fué&lt;br /&gt;si alguna vez hubo o existió&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos bocas calladas se juntan&lt;br /&gt;en un beso marino de adios&lt;br /&gt;dejando miradas de madera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos tiempos ahora paralelos&lt;br /&gt;avanzan al infinito de los días&lt;br /&gt;dejando fragancias de ayer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111037443901448294?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111037443901448294/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111037443901448294' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111037443901448294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111037443901448294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/tus-manos-y-mis-manos.html' title='Tus manos y mis manos'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-111023774348534154</id><published>2005-03-07T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:22:23.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Temor</title><content type='html'>Temo verte así&lt;br /&gt;lejana&lt;br /&gt;más allá del alcance de mis besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temo encontrarte así&lt;br /&gt;extraña&lt;br /&gt;más allá del alcance de mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verte transeúnte anónimo&lt;br /&gt;Verte indiferente&lt;br /&gt;a aquello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temo ese contacto&lt;br /&gt;Temo ese frío&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-111023774348534154?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/111023774348534154/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=111023774348534154' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111023774348534154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/111023774348534154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/temor.html' title='Temor'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110999258070410447</id><published>2005-03-04T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:16:20.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Señales</title><content type='html'>Los símbolos y las señales&lt;br /&gt;de pasados y presentes&lt;br /&gt;encontraron aquel día&lt;br /&gt;como mostrarse ante nosotros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se irguió una colina&lt;br /&gt;de suaves verdes musicales&lt;br /&gt;donde el viento acarició&lt;br /&gt;las dudas del aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditando a dúo y sol&lt;br /&gt;repasamos en trance&lt;br /&gt;con lunas soles y estrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz, divinidad y luz&lt;br /&gt;hicieron que las almas&lt;br /&gt;reconocieran pretéritos destinos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110999258070410447?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110999258070410447/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110999258070410447' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110999258070410447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110999258070410447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/seales.html' title='Señales'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110986123744685353</id><published>2005-03-03T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T10:47:17.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritmo</title><content type='html'>Tu cuerpo vibrando&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo vibrando&lt;br /&gt;cantamos&lt;br /&gt;soñamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu boca besando&lt;br /&gt;mi boca besando&lt;br /&gt;sentimos&lt;br /&gt;amamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos soñando&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos amando&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos cantando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crecemos&lt;br /&gt;Crecemos&lt;br /&gt;Crecimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocamos&lt;br /&gt;besamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu cara que sueño&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo de ensueño&lt;br /&gt;que ansío&lt;br /&gt;y río&lt;br /&gt;reimos&lt;br /&gt;andamos&lt;br /&gt;jugamos&lt;br /&gt;amamos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110986123744685353?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110986123744685353/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110986123744685353' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110986123744685353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110986123744685353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/ritmo.html' title='Ritmo'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110986114864581240</id><published>2005-03-03T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:47:55.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vestida de cayenas rojas</title><content type='html'>Vestida de cayenas rojas&lt;br /&gt;caminas hacia mi radiante y mágica&lt;br /&gt;creando sutilezas atmosféricas&lt;br /&gt;pintando de estío mi tarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo más allá de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;tamarindos, almendros y duraznos&lt;br /&gt;las olas que se quiebran&lt;br /&gt;las nubes de algodón y lino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te siento fresca y pura&lt;br /&gt;y tu piel de pétalos&lt;br /&gt;le canta a mis manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento fresco y en paz&lt;br /&gt;y tus labios calman&lt;br /&gt;mi sed de besos a color&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110986114864581240?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110986114864581240/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110986114864581240' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110986114864581240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110986114864581240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/vestida-de-cayenas-rojas.html' title='Vestida de cayenas rojas'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110986108857306689</id><published>2005-03-03T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T10:44:48.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejaste tu silueta en mi memoria</title><content type='html'>Dejaste tu silueta en mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;ocupando la atención de mis días&lt;br /&gt;en que alucino con tropiezos&lt;br /&gt;telúricos y vitales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así transcurren momentos de suspiros&lt;br /&gt;regresando a pasados océanos&lt;br /&gt;donde tormentas abatían nuestras velas&lt;br /&gt;extendidas obstinadamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Así respiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110986108857306689?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110986108857306689/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110986108857306689' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110986108857306689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110986108857306689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/dejaste-tu-silueta-en-mi-memoria.html' title='Dejaste tu silueta en mi memoria'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110973127646945077</id><published>2005-03-01T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:41:16.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Las líneas de tu cuerpo</title><content type='html'>Las líneas de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;suben y bajan rebeldes&lt;br /&gt;de paseo en mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;cuando en un segundo me detienes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congelando movimientos cotidianos&lt;br /&gt;tu silueta baila y canta&lt;br /&gt;azucarando instantes luminosos&lt;br /&gt;sugiriendo tardes perdidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estremeces mi ser largamente&lt;br /&gt;en instantes eternos&lt;br /&gt;de suspiros, aromas y risa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cae la nieve del tiempo gris&lt;br /&gt;cuando el reloj marcha otra vez&lt;br /&gt;imponiendo minutos de distancias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110973127646945077?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110973127646945077/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110973127646945077' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110973127646945077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110973127646945077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/03/las-lneas-de-tu-cuerpo.html' title='Las líneas de tu cuerpo'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110961403517318984</id><published>2005-02-28T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T14:07:15.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Juntamos nuestros andares</title><content type='html'>Juntamos nuestros andares de amor&lt;br /&gt;para escoger tulipanes de nácar&lt;br /&gt;entre espinos y arenas de sol&lt;br /&gt;trayendo frescura al yermo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los pétalos que dejamos caer&lt;br /&gt;fundieron asperezas quebradizas&lt;br /&gt;perfumando el aire estancado de quejas&lt;br /&gt;con aromas dulces de jardín oriental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vuelves para verme sonriente&lt;br /&gt;y extiendo mis brazos cálidos&lt;br /&gt;donde te arrullo con mi música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te beso con el tiempo en contra&lt;br /&gt;con minutos escasos de tí&lt;br /&gt;tocando tu alma con la mía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110961403517318984?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110961403517318984/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110961403517318984' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110961403517318984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110961403517318984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/juntamos-nuestros-andares.html' title='Juntamos nuestros andares'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110938436239755184</id><published>2005-02-25T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T22:19:22.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soñamos las altas torres blancas</title><content type='html'>Soñamos las altas torres blancas&lt;br /&gt;erguidas intemporales desafiantes&lt;br /&gt;en la ladera de la colina gris&lt;br /&gt;surgiendo de entre pinos y araucarias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuimos construyendo contrafuertes&lt;br /&gt;con argamasa, manos y miradas&lt;br /&gt;oteando horizontes en ocres distancias&lt;br /&gt;con multitudes de estrépito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginamos razones y destinos&lt;br /&gt;donde llevaríamos las almas&lt;br /&gt;que juntas crearon azules destellos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desafiamos leyes y gravedades&lt;br /&gt;con fuerzas de tornado y mar&lt;br /&gt;sin reparar en el desequilibrio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí lo que creimos inmortal sufrió&lt;br /&gt;al chocar con granito y sal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sin fuerzas un océano de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;lavó los restos de penas y culpas&lt;br /&gt;trayendo el día y el sol&lt;br /&gt;calma y espejos de claras lagunas&lt;br /&gt;estrellas cintilantes&lt;br /&gt;y obligadas distancias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñamos un amor de brillante luz azul&lt;br /&gt;erguido imponente y desafiante&lt;br /&gt;ahora lo sabemos eterno&lt;br /&gt;ahora lo sabemos distante.&lt;div 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blancas'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110930250442339681</id><published>2005-02-24T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T17:07:09.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preguntas</title><content type='html'>¿Cuánto de ti hay en mí?&lt;br /&gt;preguntaba cada día&lt;br /&gt;cuando por tu ausencia yo sufría&lt;br /&gt;desde la tarde en que me fuí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Serán gestos y miradas&lt;br /&gt;o bien alguna payasada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Serán gustos y matices&lt;br /&gt;o bien manías infelices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que como sé que te me pareces&lt;br /&gt;es que sé que comes nueces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mi hoyuelo en mi mejilla&lt;br /&gt;¿no es tal vez tu sombrilla?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ese tono en que me expreso&lt;br /&gt;¿no los pusieron allí tus besos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mi manera de morder&lt;br /&gt;galletas en las tardes&lt;br /&gt;¿no son acaso tus alardes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que con ahínco cada día&lt;br /&gt;me preguntaba que sería&lt;br /&gt;en qué a mí te parecías&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y veía con algo de celo&lt;br /&gt;como mi rostro en el espejo&lt;br /&gt;cada vez me recordaba&lt;br /&gt;con un gesto una mirada&lt;br /&gt;aquel amor que tu me enviabas&lt;br /&gt;desde lejos&lt;br /&gt;mi amada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110930250442339681?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110930250442339681/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110930250442339681' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110930250442339681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110930250442339681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/preguntas.html' title='Preguntas'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110924820095168827</id><published>2005-02-24T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T08:30:00.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me gusta estar entre tus brazos</title><content type='html'>Me gusta estar entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;de océano, firmamento y sol&lt;br /&gt;donde entrecierro mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;y olvido vientos y tormentas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refugio, puerto y provisión&lt;br /&gt;es tu regazo que me envuelve&lt;br /&gt;el puerto protector&lt;br /&gt;de naves de aventura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora duermo y descanso&lt;br /&gt;con tus tonadas de añil y carmín&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora reparo y construyo&lt;br /&gt;con tus sonrisas de abril&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110924820095168827?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110924820095168827/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110924820095168827' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110924820095168827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110924820095168827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/me-gusta-estar-entre-tus-brazos.html' title='Me gusta estar entre tus brazos'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110908486259283122</id><published>2005-02-22T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T11:07:42.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reescribiendo</title><content type='html'>Reescribo mis días de ocio&lt;br /&gt;en la luz queda del ocaso&lt;br /&gt;amarillento, mustio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratos momentos olvidados&lt;br /&gt;acumulados en el descuido&lt;br /&gt;sienten las miradas de avellana&lt;br /&gt;desempolvándose agitados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento sangre y me estremezco&lt;br /&gt;cuando memorias tibias&lt;br /&gt;sustituyen el hielo&lt;br /&gt;que cubrieron días lejanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hielo polvo oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;en espesas y densas capas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calor brillo y luz&lt;br /&gt;irrumpiendo el hoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110908486259283122?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110908486259283122/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110908486259283122' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110908486259283122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110908486259283122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/reescribiendo.html' title='Reescribiendo'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110903753371110317</id><published>2005-02-21T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:58:53.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Llegamos a la orilla</title><content type='html'>Llegamos a la orilla del océano febril&lt;br /&gt;donde hundimos nuestros cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;en aguas de compromisos ancestrales&lt;br /&gt;envueltos en espumas y estrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El firmamento de triste azul&lt;br /&gt;advirtió futuros de tormenta y sal&lt;br /&gt;cantando con gaviotas y gracejos&lt;br /&gt;murmurando pronósticos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las pieles fundidas en luz &lt;br /&gt;danzaron entre lluvia y arena&lt;br /&gt;estremeciendo nuestras estelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestras almas fundidas en luz&lt;br /&gt;hiceron vibrar encuentros lejanos&lt;br /&gt;de otros tiempos y espacios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110903753371110317?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110903753371110317/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110903753371110317' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110903753371110317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110903753371110317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/llegamos-la-orilla.html' title='Llegamos a la orilla'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110893726656509995</id><published>2005-02-20T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:07:46.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruta y miel</title><content type='html'>Sabes a fresas, de esas grandes&lt;br /&gt;hueles a melones, de esos jugosos&lt;br /&gt;tienes el color de la avena&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos son avellanas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flotas a mi lado como abeja&lt;br /&gt;libando mis campos en flor&lt;br /&gt;mutando rocío en miel&lt;br /&gt;creando vida creando sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres así, te quiero así&lt;br /&gt;frutal como los veranos&lt;br /&gt;dulce como panales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy así, te quiero así&lt;br /&gt;embriagado en tu jugo&lt;br /&gt;almibarado en tu miel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110893726656509995?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110893726656509995/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110893726656509995' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110893726656509995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110893726656509995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/fruta-y-miel.html' title='Fruta y miel'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110875938411284029</id><published>2005-02-18T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T16:43:04.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vuelvo sobre mis pasos</title><content type='html'>Vuelvo sobre mis pasos&lt;br /&gt;lentamente descubriendo&lt;br /&gt;huellas de sol y lluvia&lt;br /&gt;rastros de cal y nieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierro mis ojos insomnes&lt;br /&gt;encandilando memorias&lt;br /&gt;largas sinuosas curvas&lt;br /&gt;borrosos lejanos días&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sol viaja al ocaso&lt;br /&gt;coloreando estas huellas&lt;br /&gt;agua aire viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atardece y mi sombra&lt;br /&gt;ahora cubre el camino&lt;br /&gt;amado vivido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110875938411284029?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110875938411284029/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110875938411284029' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110875938411284029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110875938411284029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/vuelvo-sobre-mis-pasos.html' title='Vuelvo sobre mis pasos'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110859045574754981</id><published>2005-02-16T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T17:08:06.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Días</title><content type='html'>Amanece en ti&lt;br /&gt;nubes distantes color limón&lt;br /&gt;rocío que se desliza&lt;br /&gt;pétalos fríos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediodía en ti&lt;br /&gt;ciudad trepidante&lt;br /&gt;movimiento y danza&lt;br /&gt;verbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde en ti&lt;br /&gt;violeta, carmín y naranja&lt;br /&gt;desnudeces y luces&lt;br /&gt;cosmos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noche en ti&lt;br /&gt;silencio húmedo&lt;br /&gt;sueño y caricia&lt;br /&gt;tibiez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110859045574754981?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110859045574754981/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110859045574754981' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110859045574754981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110859045574754981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/das.html' title='Días'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110856102439280484</id><published>2005-02-16T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T09:37:04.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz y ladrillo</title><content type='html'>Eres luz y ladrillo&lt;br /&gt;que guía y construye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres flor y libro&lt;br /&gt;que perfuma e instruye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres madre y cobija&lt;br /&gt;que cria y abriga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui te confío&lt;br /&gt;sueños y pesares&lt;br /&gt;aventuras y trinos&lt;br /&gt;mares y cielos&lt;br /&gt;vidas y amores&lt;br /&gt;que siento&lt;br /&gt;y percibo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110856102439280484?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110856102439280484/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110856102439280484' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110856102439280484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110856102439280484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/luz-y-ladrillo.html' title='Luz y ladrillo'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110856052881970510</id><published>2005-02-16T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T09:28:48.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>Surgen momentos en que detienes mi tiempo&lt;br /&gt;nervioso, sin respirar entre la multitud&lt;br /&gt;donde interrogo cada rostro&lt;br /&gt;soñando tu mirada taciturna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me sorprendo que llevo meses&lt;br /&gt;que no comparto tu aire&lt;br /&gt;y vivo en blanco y negro&lt;br /&gt;sin aquel ruido de cascada&lt;br /&gt;que a las rocas golpeaba&lt;br /&gt;sin cesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin el ruido de nuestra vida&lt;br /&gt;juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspirar sin aire es un arte&lt;br /&gt;que he aprendido&lt;br /&gt;sin verte&lt;br /&gt;por no verte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110856052881970510?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110856052881970510/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110856052881970510' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110856052881970510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110856052881970510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110847722927024215</id><published>2005-02-15T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T10:20:29.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chispa</title><content type='html'>Veo que la tomas de la mano&lt;br /&gt;y la llenas de sol y trinos&lt;br /&gt;como un ángel que juega&lt;br /&gt;con sus nubes en rebaño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella estrella su sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;en oídos y ojos&lt;br /&gt;que no pueden dejar&lt;br /&gt;de sucumbir a encantos inocentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y allí parada de puntillas&lt;br /&gt;ríe para tí&lt;br /&gt;como quien roba una estrella&lt;br /&gt;y la guarda en su bolsillo&lt;br /&gt;como juguete celeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hija de una chispa&lt;br /&gt;que juega a ser lucero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110847722927024215?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110847722927024215/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110847722927024215' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110847722927024215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110847722927024215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/chispa.html' title='Chispa'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110843761679243022</id><published>2005-02-14T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T23:20:16.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Invierno</title><content type='html'>El invierno sin aire&lt;br /&gt;llegó a mitad de junio&lt;br /&gt;con brisas de agujas frías&lt;br /&gt;sin verde ni malva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miramos juntos las grietas&lt;br /&gt;que en nuestro piso se formaron&lt;br /&gt;estando en bordes opuestos&lt;br /&gt;con derivas indetenibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El llanto del mar&lt;br /&gt;recogió el lamento de gaviotas&lt;br /&gt;blancas y grises detenidas&lt;br /&gt;como áridas estatuas saladas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tu boca salió un beso de sal&lt;br /&gt;que recordaré por siempre&lt;br /&gt;en este invierno sin aire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El camino de piedra me llevó&lt;br /&gt;al lado más opuesto del mundo&lt;br /&gt;donde miro andantes pasajeros&lt;br /&gt;buscando la luz azul&lt;br /&gt;que signó nuestro días.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110843761679243022?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110843761679243022/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110843761679243022' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110843761679243022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110843761679243022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/invierno.html' title='Invierno'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110834967084248051</id><published>2005-02-13T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:54:30.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciudad</title><content type='html'>Nos rodearon gentes menudas&lt;br /&gt;cuando andamos de la mano&lt;br /&gt;la ciudad de las urgencias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sonido firme de nuestros pasos&lt;br /&gt;hizo de cortina al mundo vacío&lt;br /&gt;de colores, sabores y latidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El edificio de nuestro destino&lt;br /&gt;nos tragó en su monotonía estival&lt;br /&gt;junto a hombres y mujeres altivos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un mundo de urbano onirismo&lt;br /&gt;nos acogió entre sus hijos&lt;br /&gt;esperando defensas imposibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu luz azul nos sirvió&lt;br /&gt;de abrigo y muralla&lt;br /&gt;cuando andamos de la mano&lt;br /&gt;la ciudad de las urgencias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110834967084248051?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110834967084248051/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110834967084248051' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110834967084248051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110834967084248051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/2005/02/ciudad.html' title='Ciudad'/><author><name>RomRod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594294409918270515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/94488314_176040186c_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9566919.post-110822464424593774</id><published>2005-02-12T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:10:44.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Esa tarde</title><content type='html'>Esa tarde de silencio y sol&lt;br /&gt;descubrimos nuestras bocas&lt;br /&gt;entre habitantes invisibles&lt;br /&gt;de una ciudad desnuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos vieron cada destello&lt;br /&gt;que hacían brillar tus labios&lt;br /&gt;invitándome al olvido&lt;br /&gt;librándome de muros y celdas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa tarde de ciudad callada&lt;br /&gt;comenzó el final de los días&lt;br /&gt;en que aprendí a sentir&lt;br /&gt;las profundas razones de estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y volví de allí con otros pasos&lt;br /&gt;empapado de ti&lt;br /&gt;con gotas premonitorias&lt;br /&gt;de tiempos extraños.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110822464424593774?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110822464424593774/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110822464424593774' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110822464424593774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;rayos de luna y piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos encontramos en el tiempo infinito&lt;br /&gt;jugando a las probabilidades&lt;br /&gt;de un amor intenso&lt;br /&gt;que embriaga&lt;br /&gt;que sueña&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9566919-110812587563084180?l=poemasromrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasromrod.blogspot.com/feeds/110812587563084180/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9566919&amp;postID=110812587563084180' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110812587563084180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9566919/posts/default/110812587563084180'/><link rel='alternate' 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