tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70869733267328247962024-02-18T20:25:35.423-08:00magari altroveEn Roma: un blog disperso y discontinuo: cada foto es escritura, cada frase es una imagen.Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-63035091470908351502019-07-19T10:19:00.001-07:002019-07-24T00:54:00.785-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quién pudiera abrirte lentamente los postigos, desocultar tu ansia de ser otra.</div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-3071076334501094242019-07-05T10:08:00.002-07:002019-07-05T10:08:50.684-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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deshacer el tiempo, olvidar la huella, despoblar la luz de su misterio</div>
Blanca Cebollerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464054120027613120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-16402972378213651072019-06-12T11:12:00.002-07:002019-06-12T11:12:45.978-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Los dedos no buscan la vértebra, ni llega nadie a ese tocar, pero ella sabe.</div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-41079219191216096402019-06-09T23:59:00.000-07:002019-06-09T23:59:37.844-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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e incesante la búsqueda recomienza: la luz, la lluvia o sólo estar ahí, en el instante</div>
Blanca Cebollerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464054120027613120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-20770736091358071562019-03-10T14:05:00.002-07:002019-06-12T11:05:51.584-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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¿Te rindes?, dice. Detrás, donde no puedes verme, sigo esperándote.</div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-85811179504887698712019-02-21T13:46:00.001-08:002019-02-21T14:06:59.378-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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y todo podría comenzar en otra parte, en rojo, azul o negro, o en el lenguaje</div>
Blanca Cebollerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464054120027613120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-16043771323983086292019-02-10T12:52:00.001-08:002019-02-12T01:21:11.595-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quieren dar cobijo al cielo: delicadamente torpes, danzan sus colores para nadie.</div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-43347801593130502192019-02-02T13:20:00.000-08:002019-02-02T14:27:01.787-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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y si sólo era la sombra tras el vidrio</div>
Blanca Cebollerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464054120027613120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-41813197444877844262018-04-08T13:45:00.002-07:002018-11-03T13:43:10.732-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No se podía tocar al otro, ni decir su nombre o sus atributos: sólo jugar a ser sombra o a ser cuerpo.</div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-62404512145914239582018-01-29T14:12:00.000-08:002018-01-29T14:12:25.783-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Duele la nieve en tu mirada y en tu rostro la luz se acalla</div>
Blanca Cebollerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464054120027613120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-78988253588634148462017-03-01T01:11:00.001-08:002017-03-01T01:11:29.166-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Se ha hecho tarde, siempre se hace tarde para la construcción de la ruina.</div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-6491812729371330672017-02-17T15:04:00.000-08:002017-02-17T15:04:06.384-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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a veces la raíz crece en el agua y allí, bajo el murmullo de las olas, se alza y canta</div>
Blanca Cebollerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464054120027613120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-20185505202771429232016-12-12T15:24:00.000-08:002016-12-12T15:24:13.378-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Secuencia y ritmo aleatorios, materiales apilados a la espera de un ojo que sepa escuchar.</div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-33322607777091272092016-11-19T10:42:00.000-08:002016-11-19T10:45:39.160-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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más allá aún de la piedra o de la sombra o su reflejo, allí donde se oculta el fuego</div>
Blanca Cebollerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464054120027613120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-27516500380254499922016-11-13T10:33:00.000-08:002016-11-13T10:34:07.965-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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El ojo quiere marejada en el aire, tensión de jarcias; más allá de cuanto ve, navega.</div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-35791035697453870382016-10-28T09:13:00.000-07:002016-10-28T09:13:51.977-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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¿y si al tirar del hilo que queda suelto en lo oscuro se cae la reja?</div>
Blanca Cebollerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464054120027613120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-27287686770526885042016-09-19T13:31:00.000-07:002016-09-19T13:31:46.438-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dice que sí miente, dice no soy fiel: ¿y si todo fuera leyenda y artimaña?</div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-66592439817868621432016-07-22T10:10:00.000-07:002016-07-22T10:10:25.926-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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y la danza continúa entre ellos más allá de las manos, más allá del silencio</div>
Blanca Cebollerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464054120027613120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-67528269276375484262016-07-15T13:50:00.002-07:002016-07-15T13:50:27.583-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Los falsos fantasmas se asoman a los trampantojos buscando una sombra de verdad. </div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-61220831732606910722016-05-15T14:08:00.000-07:002016-05-15T14:09:47.302-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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¿Se puede agrietar el cielo, dejar caer la sombra y esperar la noche sin encender el fuego?Blanca Cebollerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464054120027613120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-42704555280132153532016-05-13T02:25:00.001-07:002016-11-24T07:19:39.000-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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La foto de un perfecto desconocido como espejo inverso: tú, desconocido imperfecto.</div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-63315500427296205122016-04-17T14:16:00.000-07:002016-04-17T14:16:34.103-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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hacia ningún lugar o hacia el límite extraño del silencio: ¿avanza?Blanca Cebollerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464054120027613120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-6239149202705336372016-04-08T07:06:00.000-07:002016-04-08T07:06:36.375-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sin escala posible, el mapa en la escalera, archipiélago de vuelta a casa.</div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-56912127889130946952016-03-17T13:56:00.000-07:002016-03-17T13:56:12.564-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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y el pájaro es de aire o de luz o de Brancusi y todavía vuela</div>
Blanca Cebollerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03464054120027613120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086973326732824796.post-40859367794283935552016-02-02T15:59:00.000-08:002016-02-02T15:59:03.229-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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Y ese relato que no podrás formar porque se te cegaron las palabras.</div>
Daniel Pelegrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927010501018612915noreply@blogger.com0