tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363612592011-08-21T17:10:57.559+02:00estacionespetite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.comBlogger1781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-82622596772019653272011-06-15T12:27:00.002+02:002011-06-15T12:27:51.827+02:00amaneciendo,<br />las aves migratorias<br />susurran ríos.<br />coordinando sus píos<br />llegarán hasta el mar.<br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-8262259677201965327?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-66603041135389639932011-04-11T01:53:00.001+02:002011-04-11T01:53:33.804+02:00de madrugada<br />el mar soñando ríos<br />susurra al viento.<br />cada ola un secreto<br />que llega con la brisa.<br /><br /><br />(tanka e madrugada primaveral)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6660304113538963993?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-14109259093232272952011-03-18T13:53:00.001+01:002011-03-18T13:53:14.251+01:00sol desterrado<br />en tierra desolada<br />llora mil almas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-1410925909323227295?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-62950280975165610122011-03-17T13:55:00.002+01:002011-03-17T13:55:46.300+01:00la tierra tiembla <br />azuzando a las olas<br />del sol naciente.<br />cada alma marina<br />suspira por su tierra.<br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6295028097516561012?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-58339731512398001262011-02-28T22:32:00.002+01:002011-02-28T22:32:35.926+01:00del otro lado<br />se yergue otra realidad,<br />ya no hay reflejos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-5833973151239800126?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-40838522899933984822011-02-24T18:31:00.002+01:002011-02-24T22:09:29.911+01:00<title></title> <style type="text/css">
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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4083852289993398482?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-56826219708101971222011-02-15T20:54:00.002+01:002011-02-15T20:54:52.518+01:00papel que anuda<br />deseos que las pieles<br />sueltan al viento<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-5682621970810197122?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-37538422967280708782010-11-17T02:05:00.000+01:002010-11-17T02:05:05.910+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-af1ea306f90c5e33" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf1ea306f90c5e33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331075055%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DE51A172E9114EE5B97930FCF9248084BAE707E.786277DFECFB1C66153D233ADA20182D57B9D702%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf1ea306f90c5e33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8Vk0_oFrKeQOQ27sjWO0zhxOVKc&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">brisas dibujan</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">las sombras como besos:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">el bosque late</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3753842296728070878?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-8939094392138952012010-11-09T15:11:00.001+01:002010-11-09T15:11:48.106+01:00viento en las sombras<br />de un árbol que, florido,<br />va perdiendo hojas.<br />cada una un recuerdo<br />que fue la primavera.<br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-893909439213895201?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-82350270306090277392010-10-22T23:17:00.002+02:002010-10-22T23:17:25.745+02:00vientos de cambio<br />auguran epopeyas<br />de piel sin sangre.<br />añorada tersura<br />de mar perfumada.<br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-8235027030609027739?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-40695922842942760852010-10-22T23:15:00.001+02:002010-10-22T23:15:53.622+02:00dame los sueños<br />que en la vigilia pierdes:<br />la luna es tuya.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4069592284294276085?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-76772649738622887932010-10-18T03:14:00.001+02:002010-10-18T03:14:51.406+02:00en el silencio<br />el mar susurra olas<br />perfuma brisas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-7677264973862288793?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-53948372732559053452010-10-12T16:59:00.001+02:002010-10-12T16:59:00.246+02:00viento que trae<br />la lluvia de otros mares<br />susurra ríos.<br />deltas de la nostalgia,<br />alma buscando un puerto.<br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-5394837273255905345?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-46529666162698498842010-10-09T02:26:00.000+02:002010-10-09T02:26:45.098+02:00al cielo rojo<br />le ladra loco el perro<br />deseando luna<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4652966616269849884?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-31910080941700570322010-10-07T03:53:00.001+02:002010-10-07T03:53:42.774+02:00barcos de sueños<br />naufragan en la orilla<br />de la realidad<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3191008094170057032?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-29045495423082543542010-10-03T03:11:00.001+02:002010-10-03T03:11:08.766+02:00entre las nubes<br />luna lunera oculta<br />tierna timidez.<br />rumor de cascabeles<br />entre manos atadas.<br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-2904549542308254354?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-15159255401731959782010-09-29T00:34:00.001+02:002010-09-29T00:34:30.475+02:00es esta noche,<br />el otoño ha llegado<br />helando brisas.<br />el aire huele a frío.<br />siéntelo quebrarse.<br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-1515925540173195978?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-33901935240846539522010-09-21T04:55:00.000+02:002010-09-21T04:55:49.076+02:00bajo la lluvia<br />la ciudad se hace estrellas<br />el mar, la calma<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3390193524084653952?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-30382329264780758722010-09-10T17:49:00.004+02:002010-09-10T17:55:20.016+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fDyfo1uRsA/TIpU4Zq822I/AAAAAAAAAB8/i2bEGDsGr_U/s1600/4123992336_523effd9ce_b.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fDyfo1uRsA/TIpU4Zq822I/AAAAAAAAAB8/i2bEGDsGr_U/s400/4123992336_523effd9ce_b.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515314021609036642" /></a><br />gaviota loca<br />buscando la salida<br />de vuelta al mar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3038232926478075872?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-90951992263579035972010-09-07T21:36:00.001+02:002010-09-07T21:36:59.414+02:00sol que me llueve<br />dejándome deshecha<br />sobre los techos...<br />(y estoy con vos y estoy con vos<br />y estoy con vos y estoy con vos.)<br /><br />tanka con dos versos de 8 para los que escucharon alguna vez "Toma dos Blues"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-9095199226357903597?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-1809256366503412202010-09-04T23:47:00.001+02:002010-09-04T23:50:50.582+02:00al atardecer<br />la gaviota, perdida<br />busca su nido.<br />entre tantas ventanas<br />no encuentra el cielo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-180925636650341220?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-36552542771945906752010-08-24T04:08:00.003+02:002010-08-24T04:08:31.208+02:00entre mis manos<br />el pequeño lagarto<br />le canta al sol.<br />cuando pase esta nube<br />le cantaremos juntos.<br /><br />Camping Le Pin, cerca de Saint-Justin, Landes d'Armagnac<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3655254277194590675?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-78289563939734315042010-08-24T04:08:00.001+02:002010-08-24T04:08:20.475+02:00la brisa helada<br />del morir de la tarde<br />entibia el té.<br /><br />Andorra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-7828956393973431504?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-34972871613103104652010-08-24T04:07:00.000+02:002010-08-24T04:08:05.271+02:00entre montañas<br />un único camino<br />nos abre el paso.<br />recorremos a tientas<br />la sed del principado.<br /><br />Andorra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3497287161310310465?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-92145850026866637792010-08-12T22:47:00.001+02:002010-08-12T22:47:15.750+02:00tormenta borra<br />las huellas del verano<br />sobre la tierra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-9214585002686663779?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-21744246065295587572010-08-08T05:51:00.002+02:002010-08-08T05:58:25.838+02:00ojos de agua<br />regalan a la noche<br />su luz marina<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-2174424606529558757?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-15859839099592607712010-08-05T02:49:00.001+02:002010-08-05T02:56:28.369+02:00aeropuerto.<br />partidas y llegadas,<br />destinos vagos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-1585983909959260771?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-27871635937155979182010-08-03T11:56:00.002+02:002010-08-03T11:56:19.895+02:00en el desierto<br />viento rebelde augura<br />gris despedida<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-2787163593715597918?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-61199770640660294182010-08-02T18:26:00.000+02:002010-08-02T18:27:16.707+02:00arden pilares,<br />las vigas, sólo un fuego<br />que abraza en sombras.<br />derrumbada la casa<br />se hacen nuevos cimientos.<br /><br /><br />(tanka onírico)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6119977064066029418?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-70346098033581745452010-07-26T12:46:00.001+02:002010-07-26T12:46:06.582+02:00dios en va y ven<br />lamiéndonos los ojos<br />hechos de arena<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-7034609803358174545?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-73373574692649996212010-07-26T02:35:00.002+02:002010-07-26T02:35:51.176+02:00felices danzan<br />su existencia fugaz<br />las mariposas.<br />la estela de sus alas<br />es perfume en el aire.<br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-7337357469264999621?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-62534499389383658372010-07-26T02:30:00.001+02:002010-07-26T02:30:43.896+02:00viento de noches<br />estrelladas de olas<br />susurra besos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6253449938938365837?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-89824164896340362802010-07-23T03:20:00.002+02:002010-07-23T03:21:23.164+02:00presagia lluvias<br />el cielo en que se tejen<br />hilos de estrellas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-8982416489634036280?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-1843907480932488052010-07-22T16:15:00.003+02:002010-07-22T16:19:44.388+02:00lago de noche<br />regalando vapores<br />como suspiros.<br />cada exhalación cruza<br />la plaza hasta mi cama.<br /><br /><br />(tanka en Como, Italia, el lunes)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-184390748093248805?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-66016044841079987632010-07-17T04:46:00.000+02:002010-07-17T04:47:07.219+02:00calor de noche<br />perfumado de mares<br />arde en la piel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6601604484107998763?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-46748966958233393872010-07-15T20:19:00.001+02:002010-07-15T20:19:52.502+02:00sílfide apura<br />el batir de sus alas<br />y hace el ocaso<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4674896695823339387?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-32096485702206267172010-07-15T14:29:00.001+02:002010-07-15T14:30:41.058+02:00el viento aparta<br />las nubes que en mi sueños<br />hacen tormentas.<br />cada soplo es promesa<br />de una mañana clara.<br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3209648570220626717?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-47440401466049985272010-07-14T02:50:00.002+02:002010-07-14T02:55:24.051+02:00en el silencio<br />se deshacen las voces<br />que fueron canto.<br />sabían nuestros nombres<br />le ponían melodía.<br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4744040146604998527?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-31225426128470732672010-07-12T04:55:00.001+02:002010-07-12T04:55:33.433+02:00duerme la noche<br />que será foragida<br />de la memoria <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3122542612847073267?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-10126734678690766602010-07-12T04:19:00.004+02:002010-07-12T04:28:37.591+02:00blanca florece<br />la noche de verano<br />en los jazmines.<br />deja que te perfume<br />y regalame un verso.<br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-1012673467869076660?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-90813147346840314542010-07-05T19:09:00.001+02:002010-07-05T19:20:44.622+02:00verdes y azules<br />profundos como bocas.<br />sueño hipocampos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-9081314734684031454?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-64314837432648170782010-07-05T18:32:00.001+02:002010-07-05T18:48:42.393+02:00eco distante<br />del mar y sus distancias<br />rompe en mi orilla<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6431483743264817078?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-52823845330786740992010-07-04T15:06:00.000+02:002010-07-04T15:07:02.410+02:00viejos disfraces<br />que ya caminan solos<br />y hablan sin lengua...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-5282384533078674099?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-62600504443464535482010-07-04T15:03:00.001+02:002010-07-04T15:03:09.104+02:00huele la lluvia<br />atrapada en el aire<br />sin decidirse<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6260050444346453548?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-30593337956078180982010-06-29T00:52:00.001+02:002010-06-29T00:52:18.493+02:00el aire canta<br />tormentas de verano<br />como promesas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3059333795607818098?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-45165645120665322042010-06-27T03:23:00.001+02:002010-06-27T03:26:38.063+02:00mares cansados<br />atraviesan visiones:<br />melancolía.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4516564512066532204?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-17386124040898126562010-06-25T16:36:00.001+02:002010-06-25T16:36:45.974+02:00vuelo y volados <br />de mujeres aladas<br />hacen caminos.<br />elegir recorrerlos<br />es alto desafío.<br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-1738612404089812656?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-46678528663455011352010-06-25T01:41:00.001+02:002010-06-25T01:41:47.491+02:00el mar entiende<br />que cada ola es mundo<br />deshaciéndose<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4667852866345501135?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-13119049860999283652010-06-17T01:34:00.000+02:002010-06-17T01:35:54.646+02:00la noche toda<br />sucumbe al perfume<br />del mar al viento<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-1311904986099928365?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-6291064771127822522010-06-13T05:38:00.002+02:002010-06-13T05:42:54.599+02:00día que muerde<br />la noche que muriendo<br />me entrega al sueño<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-629106477112782252?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-82301895562497238742010-06-11T03:54:00.000+02:002010-06-11T03:55:05.486+02:00de madrugada<br />saltar sobre mi sombra,<br />ganarle al tiempo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-8230189556249723874?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-85957025024420549442010-06-06T15:49:00.000+02:002010-06-06T15:50:31.402+02:00pequeña lluvia<br />sobre tejados rotos<br />se hace viento<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-8595702502442054944?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-67004359470774790882010-06-06T03:55:00.001+02:002010-06-06T03:57:14.210+02:00despoja brisa<br />esta noche profunda<br />rumor y nada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6700435947077479088?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-8396751272806827692010-06-05T16:17:00.001+02:002010-06-05T16:19:38.843+02:00humos y voces<br />entre sueños despierto,<br />pasa la siesta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-839675127280682769?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-1737357663147435052010-05-31T03:28:00.001+02:002010-05-31T03:28:59.978+02:00fresca la noche<br />se deshace en estrellas<br />sobre la arena<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-173735766314743505?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-73146310471352538082010-05-20T14:08:00.002+02:002010-05-20T14:09:00.607+02:00florece vida:<br />las voces son caminos<br />las frutas, besos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-7314631047135253808?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-13970798259051062062010-05-20T14:08:00.001+02:002010-05-20T14:08:26.729+02:00desangelada,<br />la noche no protege<br />sueños errantes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-1397079825905106206?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-64162469675885947122010-05-20T14:07:00.001+02:002010-05-20T14:07:46.349+02:00la noche baila<br />la magia de los frutos<br />ya madurados.<br />andando en el destierro<br />se puede ser un mago.<br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6416246967588594712?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-87086076367026027322010-05-12T18:45:00.002+02:002010-05-17T01:16:16.908+02:00lluvia soberbia<br />sobre tejados mudos<br />dejando cielo.<br />cada gota una pausa<br />que posterga en verano.<br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-8708607636702602732?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-44368492761252003462010-05-12T18:43:00.002+02:002010-05-17T01:16:39.333+02:00voces y viajes<br />del vientre hasta las manos<br />hacen memoria.<br />es otra primavera<br />que parece tu otoño.<br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4436849276125200346?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-17030164700082351672010-05-05T17:01:00.001+02:002010-05-05T17:01:08.864+02:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">si se distancia<br />mi voz de tu perfume<br />pierdo equilibrio.<br />no es brisa primaveral<br />ese aire es mi aliento.<br /><br />(tanka)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-1703016470008235167?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-70810873859419703132010-05-04T20:54:00.002+02:002010-05-04T20:55:21.659+02:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">pequeña llovizna<br />que se hace tormenta<br />diluvia otoño.<br />soñamos primavera<br />esperando el verano.<br /><br />(tanka)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-7081087385941970313?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-66901770295416587272010-05-02T01:44:00.003+02:002010-05-17T01:17:18.411+02:00la noche llueve<br />todo el día pasado<br />entre suspiros<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6690177029541658727?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-73856637961668076562010-05-01T05:58:00.005+02:002010-05-01T06:05:40.478+02:00cantan las aves<br />al temprano amanecer:<br />es primavera.<br />esperando el verano<br />hacen tibio su nido.<br /> <br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-7385663796166807656?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-26009709167652021112010-04-27T15:01:00.001+02:002010-04-27T15:03:39.367+02:00<meta charset="utf-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ay quién pudiera
<br />naturalmente sabio
<br />haber nacido.
<br />sin un complejo solo
<br />perfecto, simplemente.
<br />
<br />(tanka)</span></span></span></h3></span> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-2600970916765202111?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-24170568396315760602010-04-08T18:36:00.001+02:002010-04-08T22:39:13.346+02:00<h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size:85%;">la lluvia cruza<br />de un continente a otro<br />como jugando.<br />juntando muchos soles<br />jugaré a que la atrapo.<br /><br />(tanka)</span></h3><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-2417056839631576060?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-77738883558943978502010-03-30T18:52:00.007+02:002010-05-01T06:08:27.980+02:00soñando la luz<br />el ciego se despierta<br />habiendo visto.<br />esa imagen pura<br />será su epitafio. <br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-7773888355894397850?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-67520445869371720682010-03-30T18:51:00.004+02:002010-05-01T06:09:31.000+02:00<h3 style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size:85%;">te esperamos<br />hasta que del otoño<br />surja el verano.<br />hay mucha primavera<br />que florece afuera. </span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size:85%;">(tanka)</span></h3><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6752044586937172068?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-54186166587956772702010-02-28T02:47:00.001+01:002010-02-28T02:47:46.888+01:00la tierra tiembla<br />en sus entrañas guarda<br />una decepción<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-5418616658795677270?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-79172211689128083442010-02-28T02:11:00.001+01:002010-02-28T02:45:06.771+01:00sueño profundo<br />derramará la sombra<br />de los desvelos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-7917221168912808344?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-31113595718943399202010-01-26T01:24:00.001+01:002010-01-26T01:24:39.062+01:00fiel recorrido<br />por las ciudades viejas<br />abriendo sendas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3111359571894339920?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-26314762539197031192010-01-24T06:45:00.000+01:002010-01-24T06:46:19.863+01:00luna esta noche<br />te cantaré una nana<br />entre suspiros<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-2631476253919703119?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-20424710266944388722010-01-01T06:43:00.001+01:002010-01-01T06:43:53.656+01:00la luna llena<br />me susurra al oído<br />que es el comienzo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-2042471026694438872?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-91012867471323737662009-11-02T05:22:00.000+01:002009-11-02T05:23:15.359+01:00en esta noche<br />distingo vida y sueño<br />muy vagamente.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-9101286747132373766?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-31184894382577119192009-10-30T01:30:00.000+01:002009-10-30T01:31:50.931+01:00camina noches<br />enteras a sabiendas<br />de nunca llegar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3118489438257711919?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-77428211118978715202009-10-29T03:28:00.001+01:002009-10-29T03:28:46.073+01:00la boca es celda<br />de los dulces susurros<br />de la esperanza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-7742821111897871520?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-46458295788371010842009-10-24T01:27:00.001+02:002009-10-24T01:27:18.738+02:00reflejos de oro<br />brillando la humedad<br />que trae el viento.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4645829578837101084?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-34592762064998011822009-10-24T01:26:00.002+02:002009-10-24T01:37:35.687+02:00latidos sueltos:<br />contrapunto orquestal<br />de la osadía.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3459276206499801182?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-84316061815512798102009-10-21T01:25:00.001+02:002009-10-21T01:27:13.719+02:00ave viajera<br />sorprendida del mundo<br />buscando nido.<br />imposible encontrarlo<br />bajo esta tormenta.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-8431606181551279810?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-51066773102953494162009-10-20T01:07:00.001+02:002009-10-20T01:07:55.909+02:00eso que siento<br />se va a morir conmigo<br />(si) bajo mi piel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-5106677310295349416?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-24259898084584171652009-10-20T01:04:00.000+02:002009-10-20T01:05:32.516+02:00echa tu fuego<br />en la ceniza que arde<br />y consúmenos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-2425989808458417165?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-56319464220049718782009-10-20T01:03:00.000+02:002009-10-20T01:04:19.441+02:00más dolorosa<br />que un invierno oscuro<br />es tu ausencia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-5631946422004971878?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-48130252250524653892009-10-18T02:35:00.001+02:002009-10-18T02:36:15.865+02:00de aquí la huelo<br />tu piel bajo la ropa<br />arde en sudor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4813025225052465389?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-83192450696742542042009-10-18T02:32:00.001+02:002009-10-18T02:34:04.968+02:00si el rocío<br />humedece tus labios<br />soy yo en el viento.<br />me disuelvo en el aire<br />para alcanzar tu boca.<br /><br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-8319245069674254204?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-51407412809057373782009-10-18T02:31:00.001+02:002009-10-18T02:32:38.791+02:00ave en tránsito<br />sumergida en olvido<br />arde en la noche<br />y el deseo rompe<br />y su boca libera.<br /><br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-5140741280905737378?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-63581833017746986442009-10-17T00:19:00.000+02:002009-10-17T00:20:01.146+02:00hierba espesa<br />dormida sobre el mundo<br />sueña florecer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6358183301774698644?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-45256752903682568312009-10-17T00:17:00.001+02:002009-10-17T00:18:36.724+02:00el día acaba<br />en la noche mojada<br />bañada en brillos.<br />cada gota refleja<br />mi rostro que atardece.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4525675290368256831?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-68641891115086711112009-10-17T00:13:00.001+02:002009-10-17T00:17:06.627+02:00este otoño<br />dos mundos se han ligado<br />estrechamente:<br />la furia de los dioses<br />y un corazón rebelde.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6864189111508671111?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-87741214900244765362009-10-17T00:09:00.000+02:002009-10-17T00:13:36.525+02:00dulces susurros:<br />lo que él llama recuerdos<br />son sueños idos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-8774121490024476536?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-14277509786248258202009-10-16T00:22:00.001+02:002009-10-16T00:28:00.410+02:00laboriosa ave<br />que vigila tu noche<br />hilando oro<br />para enhebrar las cuentas<br />de tus sueños de niño.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-1427750978624825820?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-26770030812192605542009-10-16T00:19:00.000+02:002009-10-16T00:20:37.827+02:00viento de otoño<br />y estos bellos árboles<br />quedan desnudos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-2677003081219260554?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-34339963913210244652009-10-16T00:17:00.001+02:002009-10-16T00:19:30.914+02:00estas murallas<br />cuántas generaciones<br />habrán salvado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3433996391321024465?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-19933580133075693882009-10-15T00:44:00.001+02:002009-10-16T00:28:53.307+02:00día y noche<br />son ahora enemigos<br />en la batalla.<br />al alba o al ocaso<br />debaten prioridades.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-1993358013307569388?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-87399047163983912402009-10-15T00:43:00.001+02:002009-10-15T00:43:45.822+02:00pájaro negro<br />cruzando las fronteras<br />de ciudades antiguas.<br />cuando llegue a su nido<br />simplemente lo sabrá.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-8739904716398391240?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-48308680542168905962009-10-15T00:40:00.000+02:002009-10-15T00:41:20.400+02:00tierra labrada<br />en tiempo de los dioses<br />sigue aún fértil.<br />cruzando las murallas<br />todo árbol da frutos.<br /><br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4830868054216890596?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-40772258184119674672009-10-15T00:38:00.002+02:002009-10-15T00:39:59.465+02:00querido amigo<br />no juzgues duramente<br />mi fiel blandura.<br />en este laberinto<br />no encuentro la salida.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-4077225818411967467?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-1436055154128770932009-10-15T00:36:00.000+02:002009-10-15T00:38:09.514+02:00el día nace<br />y la ciudad antigua<br />se tiñe de azul.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-143605515412877093?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-34274355228973880112009-10-15T00:34:00.000+02:002009-10-15T00:36:13.914+02:00nuevos fantasmas<br />desde viejas ciudades<br />van en campaña.<br />de día se esconden<br />y a la noche nos tientan.<br /><br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-3427435522897388011?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-13146907928633900662009-10-15T00:33:00.002+02:002009-10-15T00:34:31.161+02:00enredadera:<br />los árboles que trepa<br />lloran al río.<br />cada hoja que deja ir<br />va a morirse en el mar.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(tanka)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-1314690792863390066?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36361259.post-61337043930668532852009-10-07T01:51:00.001+02:002009-10-07T01:51:35.330+02:00sabor salado<br />de sudores marinos<br />perfuma siempre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36361259-6133704393066853285?l=estaciones-haikus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petite pluiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497900197634579872noreply@blogger.com0