tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15245160171920899492024-03-20T01:35:15.526-03:00HAIKÚS DEL POETA SANTOAMORPAGINA DEDICADA A LA EXPOSICIÓN DE POESÍA DE ESTILO JAPONÉS: TANKAS, SENRYU Y HAIKUS...COMPARTIDAS CON REFLEXIONES Y POESÍAS REFLEXIVAS..........................................................DERECHOS RESERVADOS.poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-74552103238828322432009-08-16T13:06:00.003-03:002009-08-16T13:15:19.956-03:00HAIKU<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsU5O98xHWtQYItOiI591vO2pMGUH-xTSAI-0hyuVBT5fMjA0m-9h2yZycNK-zENy7OceNIJvIQO2ovm5mTF8jagmVUgm3ENWvtGEPlqohNEwNdAWj1YaMtwaBH7odUkznxDsKPYuUuYI/s1600-h/santoamor+en+la+entrega+de+diploma.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370593768411412850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsU5O98xHWtQYItOiI591vO2pMGUH-xTSAI-0hyuVBT5fMjA0m-9h2yZycNK-zENy7OceNIJvIQO2ovm5mTF8jagmVUgm3ENWvtGEPlqohNEwNdAWj1YaMtwaBH7odUkznxDsKPYuUuYI/s400/santoamor+en+la+entrega+de+diploma.bmp" border="0" /></a>Es la esencia </div><div align="center">el reconocimiento</div><div align="center">el don de Dios<br /></div><div align="center"></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-17003006205360636872008-03-14T10:58:00.000-02:002008-03-14T11:02:11.412-02:00HAIKU<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJD2nPmGOniC3qWRGSXDLMAVGpAi4-4b7vGqRDiNDN4TSomUYejRQ4CFOaJkr7oseebWzrs-NadBt_9b1dQlaq3mibajAtgz_QcQAZG19ty7PXPbxINqSLlwnnvtIQHJehDJ9AuIUfwIM/s1600-h/ROCIO.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177581725006926642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJD2nPmGOniC3qWRGSXDLMAVGpAi4-4b7vGqRDiNDN4TSomUYejRQ4CFOaJkr7oseebWzrs-NadBt_9b1dQlaq3mibajAtgz_QcQAZG19ty7PXPbxINqSLlwnnvtIQHJehDJ9AuIUfwIM/s400/ROCIO.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"> Moja el rocío<br /> todo a su paso lento<br /> no inundará.</div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-29666049908075741642008-03-14T10:56:00.001-02:002008-03-14T10:58:32.299-02:00HAIKU<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGq2cyH1Q69wYt5IFkckf7UmErXXLbpUuNx2VGAD2U5War-o_L976oxL-VkQ9S-96q_e3sSq3x85cmYewByEcghE1c4Xb8jH0uSN9MGBnaGqCoqoLzgHAI8gznE4mbfyY1Fz_TSrCbuwA/s1600-h/2143280_99fd64a060_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177580805883925282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGq2cyH1Q69wYt5IFkckf7UmErXXLbpUuNx2VGAD2U5War-o_L976oxL-VkQ9S-96q_e3sSq3x85cmYewByEcghE1c4Xb8jH0uSN9MGBnaGqCoqoLzgHAI8gznE4mbfyY1Fz_TSrCbuwA/s400/2143280_99fd64a060_m.jpg" width="158" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">La primavera<br />es un viento que pasa<br />por cada árbol</div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-17216679921104274522008-03-14T09:22:00.002-02:002008-03-14T10:56:44.370-02:00HAIKU<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8JWRFaJExID2L7E7jXq3dMsTy5Cwi8ER9Ul0AvzkOdJPi_8Zxx2V5VVHrSHcwAj1dWhZG8Yhc7p7bIxGdYEb8EqCWO6CMv0MED019f1_0QIk3aH538ki7aoWgHyA4Et9G0yCdwbE4Xo/s1600-h/281598rfe65uyz6w.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177557093369484050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8JWRFaJExID2L7E7jXq3dMsTy5Cwi8ER9Ul0AvzkOdJPi_8Zxx2V5VVHrSHcwAj1dWhZG8Yhc7p7bIxGdYEb8EqCWO6CMv0MED019f1_0QIk3aH538ki7aoWgHyA4Et9G0yCdwbE4Xo/s400/281598rfe65uyz6w.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Rama movible<br />cae llena de colores<br />fue mariposa</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">SANTOAMOR</div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-89839493309350384382007-08-13T13:07:00.001-03:002009-08-16T13:20:19.225-03:00HAIKÚ<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6jOZg_pPMkNS8gqSfZLg2NlZ4FgGeA1bvoAMbSg0WQ8xBr5jLCfqOwdgbCQIFdiJPdUdKsTUYT5lRRBw0x68JX_-3PVR5o_s4LZcLTnaP6lMBJR_FDu5yB6uDWSF9RlAPDiiLbl8d08/s1600-h/P1010869.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098229499499598338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6jOZg_pPMkNS8gqSfZLg2NlZ4FgGeA1bvoAMbSg0WQ8xBr5jLCfqOwdgbCQIFdiJPdUdKsTUYT5lRRBw0x68JX_-3PVR5o_s4LZcLTnaP6lMBJR_FDu5yB6uDWSF9RlAPDiiLbl8d08/s400/P1010869.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">El sueño: todo<br />quimeras abrazadas<br />quema mis manos.</div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-67239572737887924652007-08-13T13:05:00.002-03:002009-08-16T13:19:47.863-03:00HAIKÚ<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQrHkUNH22ChQwV52-_eurHCJ1porgvGYJ13-hj2k1z5i3MrnyisdiJkpzKo1KCODMjpG4UI2DfqIBiWf02Te55FyguwffMW3n9FsS_13o1zTL93aOCskrsJQhHvaG9QhFlzifOtyMzeQ/s1600-h/09-ah%20l"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098217138583720434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQrHkUNH22ChQwV52-_eurHCJ1porgvGYJ13-hj2k1z5i3MrnyisdiJkpzKo1KCODMjpG4UI2DfqIBiWf02Te55FyguwffMW3n9FsS_13o1zTL93aOCskrsJQhHvaG9QhFlzifOtyMzeQ/s400/09-ah%2520l'hombre.jpg" width="268" border="0" /></a>En este rostro<br />hay sueños de grandeza<br />el sol no es luna.<br /><div align="center"></div></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-22114159796007081922007-08-13T13:03:00.001-03:002009-08-16T13:18:38.299-03:00HAIKÚ<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVMu6icVxA52V1Mc1dZ3HAO8J0TyvMICvDTA2kN5YZ53vL5I6tFO0nNLV2aUMKkLqY5c6c5CkH93MIt1h-XI-TeNJ63kVcklOX-7Iy3bZjwr7XkHRem6oZ9ua2jdNOK9vC6EeddXStu1A/s1600-h/hombre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098216545878233570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVMu6icVxA52V1Mc1dZ3HAO8J0TyvMICvDTA2kN5YZ53vL5I6tFO0nNLV2aUMKkLqY5c6c5CkH93MIt1h-XI-TeNJ63kVcklOX-7Iy3bZjwr7XkHRem6oZ9ua2jdNOK9vC6EeddXStu1A/s400/hombre.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">mi corazón<br />hace crecer serpientes<br />también dolor .</div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-49458676753600303392007-08-13T13:01:00.000-03:002007-08-13T13:03:34.464-03:00HAIKÚ<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXasj-TH25U6KUcRS0KmU5RkwhPkC1rNqmdxthq5N_DxTpxzaDe9K0hwjB0Ldsj7u9T-oz0a3p0Mboq85dbap4tYCcgyoEx6HbpS5ZvPFpkdzAD6PEp2lYpjsMG60UcLQLLOpuy3-mcYY/s1600-h/pajaros8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098216150741242322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXasj-TH25U6KUcRS0KmU5RkwhPkC1rNqmdxthq5N_DxTpxzaDe9K0hwjB0Ldsj7u9T-oz0a3p0Mboq85dbap4tYCcgyoEx6HbpS5ZvPFpkdzAD6PEp2lYpjsMG60UcLQLLOpuy3-mcYY/s400/pajaros8.jpg" width="282" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Madrugadores<br />movimientos con cantos<br />nace el día.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-17903196916264975112007-08-07T10:30:00.000-03:002007-08-07T10:35:10.724-03:00REFLEXIÓN<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKo1_EYYL37boUmk8ZBtTqKBGM3xLu4t5l7bGfflASRlwGnuS7QVNOEkVcLWQfiSRy-WaSmN3ipelpACxxgFi19ahQRj6pQvAq8TUJC4L5sSecbrik5Cv6q-4gOxSbFHY-Ej26-jvpxtQ/s1600-h/20060313125436-corrupcion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095950714406392258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKo1_EYYL37boUmk8ZBtTqKBGM3xLu4t5l7bGfflASRlwGnuS7QVNOEkVcLWQfiSRy-WaSmN3ipelpACxxgFi19ahQRj6pQvAq8TUJC4L5sSecbrik5Cv6q-4gOxSbFHY-Ej26-jvpxtQ/s400/20060313125436-corrupcion.jpg" width="283" border="0" /></a> Jamás impondré una ley </div><div align="center">a tu cuerpo ni a tu mente,</div><div align="center">pero te la enseñaré, </div><div align="center">te animaré con amor a respetarla, </div><div align="center">pues se bien </div><div align="center">que no hay mayor afrenta </div><div align="center">que la obligación.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">El amor gana corazones no los obliga, </div><div align="center">hay muchos que en nombre del amor </div><div align="center">matamos la paz de muchos. </div><div align="center">.<br /></div><div align="center"></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-22532875593216533502007-08-07T10:26:00.000-03:002007-08-07T10:35:33.318-03:00REFLEXIÓN<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoM0stwt7kzCyO707DFX6LeIwOHQA_w55aXkdH6Ct_4ncAjIEN6p-M7GbLCMGsZ2ZJW5Huh9kfFLmKNRaCgKZV3PvQs2yMXzQ_HOOYWuTxk71rj7d-_VVMsXv8eJnUPx2fZ4mNrSch9s/s1600-h/carta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095949808168292786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoM0stwt7kzCyO707DFX6LeIwOHQA_w55aXkdH6Ct_4ncAjIEN6p-M7GbLCMGsZ2ZJW5Huh9kfFLmKNRaCgKZV3PvQs2yMXzQ_HOOYWuTxk71rj7d-_VVMsXv8eJnUPx2fZ4mNrSch9s/s400/carta.jpg" width="310" border="0" /></a> Hay quienes luchan por las leyes</div><div align="center">y su respeto,</div><div align="center">yo lucho por el amor </div><div align="center">y su respeto,</div><div align="center">pues no hay mayor respeto</div><div align="center">que obrar con amor.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Al amor no hay ley que lo juzgue,</div><div align="center">el verdadero amor no hace daño.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-90804004849883237602007-08-07T10:22:00.000-03:002007-08-07T10:35:51.172-03:00REFLEXIÓN<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ZOtdmJUmlSxTyDRRTe-PfFSHV3_ha0qBXS0RNawFKrDc_ZagiTRLqljpokF4FrN0JuY-c3g9uyXmiCyWmn54YG8DrXP49y0ITql9u_oMR2_Utz-BezBjGznWb0bxebTuhhrUxlmiOM4/s1600-h/la%2520bata%2520rosa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095949047959081378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ZOtdmJUmlSxTyDRRTe-PfFSHV3_ha0qBXS0RNawFKrDc_ZagiTRLqljpokF4FrN0JuY-c3g9uyXmiCyWmn54YG8DrXP49y0ITql9u_oMR2_Utz-BezBjGznWb0bxebTuhhrUxlmiOM4/s400/la%2520bata%2520rosa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />No he de mortificarme<br />por lo imposible,<br />se que puedo curar heridas,<br />jamás la muerte. </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"> </div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-51238425940568413172007-07-12T12:13:00.001-03:002007-07-12T12:14:43.439-03:00REFLEXIÓN<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Vv99Q2FCljv026gJkO3jN2-nmGb1CWneWuOOOx3MtNUMVGsTIu1O3xhINHtj1bYnBiMUTfFsDAIa2CL4aSfadjaIuscwXaa1hC3bBT0dWv-94frbrOXsE8gcW914JfbuKS6YLMi11qs/s1600-h/JUANPO_1_copia%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086329013966157666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Vv99Q2FCljv026gJkO3jN2-nmGb1CWneWuOOOx3MtNUMVGsTIu1O3xhINHtj1bYnBiMUTfFsDAIa2CL4aSfadjaIuscwXaa1hC3bBT0dWv-94frbrOXsE8gcW914JfbuKS6YLMi11qs/s400/JUANPO_1_copia%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-63552075384479678252007-07-12T12:10:00.000-03:002007-07-12T12:12:21.138-03:00MUERTE...........HAIKÚ<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkpzrTGu86Ccba4lityxgDW5NYsIDzglFg6VLXWhDrMkNm-1kirYXPdnWXeBNctgl3HtPxuv6viCK8fxnRyA91NSgpaUU04gHm6lXQU7ueSLyEE_aIpEE9Lz-E_Qwor8VDiTn_cIcHX8/s1600-h/Imagen5_1_%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086328318181455698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkpzrTGu86Ccba4lityxgDW5NYsIDzglFg6VLXWhDrMkNm-1kirYXPdnWXeBNctgl3HtPxuv6viCK8fxnRyA91NSgpaUU04gHm6lXQU7ueSLyEE_aIpEE9Lz-E_Qwor8VDiTn_cIcHX8/s400/Imagen5_1_%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-62615958092548839392007-07-12T12:07:00.000-03:002007-07-12T12:09:04.885-03:00PRIMAVERA.......HAIKÚ<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYdPXxH4MMNzXcKqJGWsM27HejqqA-YpqtAaduNxJV9ZAhT0j6puX780DdCCypGhUMMkQhAUjNAeGIuZeynrjjyVYuoB4mnABaaeyNKrRXPua3d2Nrf6MGbYSjJDqBKXszdzgPvLEQN8/s1600-h/flower1101111vi9nw.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086327411943356226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYdPXxH4MMNzXcKqJGWsM27HejqqA-YpqtAaduNxJV9ZAhT0j6puX780DdCCypGhUMMkQhAUjNAeGIuZeynrjjyVYuoB4mnABaaeyNKrRXPua3d2Nrf6MGbYSjJDqBKXszdzgPvLEQN8/s400/flower1101111vi9nw.gif" border="0" /></a> El blanco se fue<br />sol en la inmensidad<br />mariposas van.<br /><br /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-90178801336589104282007-07-02T09:06:00.000-03:002007-07-02T09:09:16.523-03:00LA FANTASÍA Y LA ILUSIÓN....REFLEXIÓN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0g6UP8SkWVp09mhM8fHE2GGmQhrFO736h5_N7bgdoGrGqsdSIHprIgcNAs8laCrcIOy_WAPM3xqlOpYvHT5rlobMhMPvyB64k6w3ur9JW9SkUE-rCVVNhKhAE1pMhMVyNaxAqwsj1GKU/s1600-h/trap.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082570199294946386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0g6UP8SkWVp09mhM8fHE2GGmQhrFO736h5_N7bgdoGrGqsdSIHprIgcNAs8laCrcIOy_WAPM3xqlOpYvHT5rlobMhMPvyB64k6w3ur9JW9SkUE-rCVVNhKhAE1pMhMVyNaxAqwsj1GKU/s400/trap.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Cuerpo inerte con ojos quietos en la lejanía,<br />los besos falsos, su boca comió desde temprana luz<br />queriendo comer del fruto elegido, como un blanco pan,<br />golpeó su rostro contra el piso pues se dió cuenta que en la realidad la perfección<br />es tan solo una fantasía bañada de ilusiones inperfectas.<br />No está prohibido soñar con un buen futuro,<br />pero es conveniente hacerlo con lo que conocemos de la realidad.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-80723781388867233772007-07-02T09:02:00.000-03:002007-07-02T09:06:35.514-03:00DESEOS DE HOMBRE Y MUJER....REFLEXIÓN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcz-8jvmA22K_x0cMe0mYZXJZwuuf55KYKzwnGFgA55QgUWy8fDTr_tRuPdjeSzq9EE9jnoX0v51YxlSQDgVBHecoqTUgAI8yC-SwPiLKMILNCyoq1n0J4-VSlZlra2AWgTrA52E-cIvQ/s1600-h/52830_460654854_medianafotois654_067_H200639_L.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082569202862533698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcz-8jvmA22K_x0cMe0mYZXJZwuuf55KYKzwnGFgA55QgUWy8fDTr_tRuPdjeSzq9EE9jnoX0v51YxlSQDgVBHecoqTUgAI8yC-SwPiLKMILNCyoq1n0J4-VSlZlra2AWgTrA52E-cIvQ/s400/52830_460654854_medianafotois654_067_H200639_L.jpg" width="337" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Un hombre ambiciona<br />tener un ángel en sus manos<br />y volverla mujer en su ego<br />poder ser en su acción, el primer amor.<br />Mientras a diferencia de ellos,<br />las mujeres buscan un galán,<br />con la personalidad protectora de un caballero,<br />y con el sustento de rokefeller.<br />Pero cuando se da cuenta que ello<br />no se concibe seguido en la realidad,<br />esperan un hombre bueno<br />y que el sea el último amor de su vida. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-1812468071645268812007-07-02T08:59:00.000-03:002007-07-18T12:07:19.503-03:00APRENDER LO QUE ES EL AMOR....REFLEXIÓN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAPwwps8sIQYEiREkDc2xXMsNijoWx34SSktwreYBA8PDZJUk7Jmoddg7Bi_A1_GoPQTTap3lpuB-nB25dAY7werhDJ0H_YvxXbFKTULCSmJRSF41QskTGnmxaoTMar1bjNej8JsqC8E/s1600-h/50259_909583686_besoasa_H203225_L.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082568425473453106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAPwwps8sIQYEiREkDc2xXMsNijoWx34SSktwreYBA8PDZJUk7Jmoddg7Bi_A1_GoPQTTap3lpuB-nB25dAY7werhDJ0H_YvxXbFKTULCSmJRSF41QskTGnmxaoTMar1bjNej8JsqC8E/s400/50259_909583686_besoasa_H203225_L.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Uno no se cultiva para aprender amar,<br />cuando tropiece con el alma dotada de hermosura a sus ojos,<br />eso le señalará lo suficiente para comenzar a amar,<br />allí será cuando aprenda a entender la perfección<br />de un espíritu imperfecto.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-70416285908600837122007-07-02T08:43:00.000-03:002007-07-02T08:55:29.788-03:00ARQUITECTO DE TU DESTINO....REFLEXIÓN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_R0fdkzJ_ewAqnz8WkXJrqGGXZEPgAQt8uNFF8AA-tjFutlfYlbBR5hid7cy7ZOD39DMb-ZdbgDy1apQEsHq7fBuf_RuFx-GQvZrCya6auTa4f1ys-Kv6oBp-2yi0UvzGi6C5Gy6MXjc/s1600-h/dibujo-fantasia-peq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082566527097908258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_R0fdkzJ_ewAqnz8WkXJrqGGXZEPgAQt8uNFF8AA-tjFutlfYlbBR5hid7cy7ZOD39DMb-ZdbgDy1apQEsHq7fBuf_RuFx-GQvZrCya6auTa4f1ys-Kv6oBp-2yi0UvzGi6C5Gy6MXjc/s400/dibujo-fantasia-peq.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">El sol renace sobre las sombras,<br />el hombre sabio no dejara de mirar el cielo<br />frente a sus elecciones importantes.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">todo los que haga requerirá tu desición.</div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-88753251992702241032007-07-02T07:58:00.000-03:002007-07-18T12:04:39.074-03:00APRENDIZAJE<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088552406866147186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoPuPb5glfbgkUQXK1pwSK1yWa3us17CfBjmxRLjX-wOeUZ0wd12MCtqmzgECwpZ-OswGvcH-Aa6_Ealz-vtK_STTVSS1RnhEzaI97U-90WEJdGmusxazgwUqcEwfU4idn0fqn-idcII/s400/Taller5oficial.gif" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Que seas feliz, donde y con quien estés,<br />en en lugar donde decidiste estar la parte de tu otra vida,<br />que la fuente del agua pura pueda llegar a remojar tus pies, ¡ es mi ruego!<br />tal vez algun día tu sufras y yo siga creciendo en la aurora lenta sin tu sol. </div><div align="center">.<br />Pero quiero que sepas cariño mío,<br />fue un valle tan rico aquella historia de amor que del fruto de la vida me llenó. </div><div align="center">.<br />Y soy dichosa por que aprendí que la mejor apuesta fue arriesgar a ser feliz.<br />entre dolores y lágrimas aprendí, de como se comporta ciegamente<br />la mentira, el engaño, la locura y la obseción. </div><div align="center">.<br />Este valle llamado mundo es tan rico en enseñanzas </div><div align="center">que podemos aprender a vivir sin sombras,<br />si, si queremos aprender, nos deja los ojos descubiertos. </div><div align="center">.</div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-76341889070252458872007-07-01T21:12:00.000-03:002007-07-03T08:11:04.036-03:00El amor todo lo puede....REFLEXIÓN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tRbKlyFOldSIeRs6MBOw_u0XjvZngBBmaqR7xDqkGoDWS2AWf24hYsy4csHKtVqV1Uxk6OEGj8xjlg23rwKm2oCg5u9mGa7gEaWCozNvL4w4Ay6fufNiuqAUwW1CZ0tmFIp1jLTBt8g/s1600-h/romanticos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082385949492915186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tRbKlyFOldSIeRs6MBOw_u0XjvZngBBmaqR7xDqkGoDWS2AWf24hYsy4csHKtVqV1Uxk6OEGj8xjlg23rwKm2oCg5u9mGa7gEaWCozNvL4w4Ay6fufNiuqAUwW1CZ0tmFIp1jLTBt8g/s400/romanticos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Aún la ferocidad duerme con un poco de amor.</div><div align="center">pruébalo es garantía de cielo </div><div align="center">que el amor mueve montañas.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-60674572843759379722007-07-01T21:10:00.000-03:002007-07-01T21:12:49.293-03:00esperanza.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1PXthaB9u_hfY5HKUOutu33EVcdfLzkXcBgpOj8W4VDYZ_jMQyLR5GdHb1Lag1fVArSNU6XumhI0J6ZFjDJK8J_mXg1vkUJ5Q4QaCKbGSz9mDjj2cnRlu4XBCuc-Dr8EmR7Wlc5N2LgI/s1600-h/y1puROgZm8sNLRNr-hkha7lLMqxrFWPlxTpWBLb7oDSNfu6cKvqVquiYW3x-5cWC28c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082385236528344034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1PXthaB9u_hfY5HKUOutu33EVcdfLzkXcBgpOj8W4VDYZ_jMQyLR5GdHb1Lag1fVArSNU6XumhI0J6ZFjDJK8J_mXg1vkUJ5Q4QaCKbGSz9mDjj2cnRlu4XBCuc-Dr8EmR7Wlc5N2LgI/s400/y1puROgZm8sNLRNr-hkha7lLMqxrFWPlxTpWBLb7oDSNfu6cKvqVquiYW3x-5cWC28c.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>Son lamentos de lobos </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>las razones sin respuestas,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>pero la ampliación de un panorama </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>viene con la fe en los ojos y en el corazón.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>Dios espera tu decisión para actuar.</em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-71740765002208454882007-07-01T12:18:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:19:34.130-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVl67MEqawIczgofBfKuyyTjWQxnoSHchk5RLNZhz04gM4OVAdpVM0UkZ6FfMHdpRwZTSfX-WU1tNuTXWei1AfqcXEPPHKQOPzzUzkiujgnXsYGi2d-wJbn5u7RiratiAYFa6XpeU0R70/s1600-h/LA_FANTASIA_Y_LA_ILUSION.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082248360215587794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVl67MEqawIczgofBfKuyyTjWQxnoSHchk5RLNZhz04gM4OVAdpVM0UkZ6FfMHdpRwZTSfX-WU1tNuTXWei1AfqcXEPPHKQOPzzUzkiujgnXsYGi2d-wJbn5u7RiratiAYFa6XpeU0R70/s400/LA_FANTASIA_Y_LA_ILUSION.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-22217884729691224412007-07-01T11:59:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:08:32.971-03:00SALVACIÓN.....HAIKÚ<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0uw1mid3daZo6foefMX9NdF1Vvd3W7bh9EaSrRGyIxFsGFRyWH7pLfz9czyFXGRbsDgA8ZwgnDcKhli8y9_svtzs5cOotwOPLpxjKXIq6hUXkb6bkBmg6HwHQ3mU-qxb56MGA6I7sQ0/s1600-h/MUJER_CON_LUZ_DIVINA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243446773001154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="290" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0uw1mid3daZo6foefMX9NdF1Vvd3W7bh9EaSrRGyIxFsGFRyWH7pLfz9czyFXGRbsDgA8ZwgnDcKhli8y9_svtzs5cOotwOPLpxjKXIq6hUXkb6bkBmg6HwHQ3mU-qxb56MGA6I7sQ0/s400/MUJER_CON_LUZ_DIVINA.jpg" width="256" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"> UNIDAD DE DIOS</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;">CIELO, TIERRA Y HOMBRE,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;">MAS GRANDE PODER.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-40657675861491871262007-07-01T11:55:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:08:50.426-03:00REGILADOS...HAIKÚ<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsLBirUcYCypVCmeJFp6mvzv7zi9-2MRra9uD-buCEEyGHJfMlZjFtt_eUeDxDZaUDLlNO4xM-tWUoewY2Eh_yDNMHog6mm8V71pVSmZP-7VeIEqOeovLCJhdE92aLBxULASaSHgWBDE/s1600-h/Vela.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082242364441242546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsLBirUcYCypVCmeJFp6mvzv7zi9-2MRra9uD-buCEEyGHJfMlZjFtt_eUeDxDZaUDLlNO4xM-tWUoewY2Eh_yDNMHog6mm8V71pVSmZP-7VeIEqOeovLCJhdE92aLBxULASaSHgWBDE/s400/Vela.gif" width="223" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">CAPULLOS DE FLOR</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">SON EL SER HUMANO Y DIOS</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">OBRANDO JUNTOS.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-21321913108942711112007-07-01T11:50:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:09:03.708-03:00EL AMOR ES LA MEJOR APUESTA...REFLEXIÓN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngP6JhTgSM-Dv2SbX791nmUv0uIPU-Cdvory1ysCd4ws2JOn_5scQGtPXl19iMRxmXSJEBnhgJNG3hCCkovSXpSrgAQpfLf9MFqhNcjQ87-2D9byUDfO9owEpLEnKiHqmQ9ENX2fc9GU/s1600-h/quiereme.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082241148965497762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="255" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngP6JhTgSM-Dv2SbX791nmUv0uIPU-Cdvory1ysCd4ws2JOn_5scQGtPXl19iMRxmXSJEBnhgJNG3hCCkovSXpSrgAQpfLf9MFqhNcjQ87-2D9byUDfO9owEpLEnKiHqmQ9ENX2fc9GU/s400/quiereme.gif" width="299" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>AUNQUE EN EL CAMINO ENCUENTRES PIEDRAS </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>QUE LASTIMEN TU ANDAR HACIA AQUELLO TAN AHNELADO </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>LLAMADO FELICIDAD, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>NUNCA OLVIDES QUE LA MEJOR APUESTA </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>QUE PUEDES HACER EN ESTE MUNDO,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>¡ES AMAR!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">PERO NO OLVIDES QUE NADA ES PERFECTO.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0