tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77891750646937716962024-03-13T21:31:42.664-07:00It's a dog's world o la higiene de les paraulesGemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556218169576507206noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789175064693771696.post-56723742274215679912011-06-10T02:30:00.001-07:002011-06-10T03:06:52.747-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOPlgOryOCQ/TfHsDUCwpLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YC-gbNmBHl0/s1600/DSC_0390.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616529751971767474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOPlgOryOCQ/TfHsDUCwpLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YC-gbNmBHl0/s320/DSC_0390.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De quan era més jove,gairebé adolescent.. de quan totes les paraules eren tan noves com tot el que anava descobrint i tenien tanta força que ara em resulten massa edulcorades:<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mañana efímera que me cubres de luz,<br />no dejes de esparcir sol por los obtusos tejados,<br />acaricialos para que se vuelvan suaves<br />y serán coladores rotos<br />para llover dentro de las casas<br />todo el amor de tu luz.<br />Entonces las gentes serán amables siempre<br />y sonreirán con el cuerpo todo el día,<br />como en las mañanas efímeras de luz.<br /><br />Y si alguna vez te cierras como flor de invierno<br />ellos se amarán esperándote<br />y descubrirán la voluptuosidad de sus dedos,<br />la espiritualidad de sus carnes llenas de luz y alma,<br />el calor de su pelo,la llama de sus ojos,<br />la sangre bombeando en sus corazones...<br />Y mientras seguirán esperando tu caliente caricia<br />como en las mañanas efímeras de luz<br />en las que yo sueño con la intemporalidad de tus ojos,<br />mariposas negras...</span></p>Gemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556218169576507206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789175064693771696.post-45640530578318342502011-06-04T03:56:00.000-07:002011-06-04T04:19:06.360-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AnSNt_pjFI/TeoTjjaUmxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kN10jWPFxQU/s1600/la-ira-y-la-soberbia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AnSNt_pjFI/TeoTjjaUmxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kN10jWPFxQU/s320/la-ira-y-la-soberbia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614321386992737042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Sóc jo la que vaig fer el salt i vaig entrar dins l'espiral</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >no en puc culpar ningú més</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >sóc jo l'única que no en sabia sortir...</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >vaig cridar i golpejar tot el que se'm va posar per davant</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >però de res va servir</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >impotent,com si estigués observant a una altra persona,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >com Àtila, anava destrossant la terra que trepitjava,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >tot el que se'm posava per davant,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >una força de la natura impredectible,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >no per valuosa o bella sinó per despreciable i roïna.</span><br /></div>Gemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556218169576507206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789175064693771696.post-14691242626097568802010-12-18T13:09:00.000-08:002010-12-18T13:22:27.004-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/TQ0mB6qnIYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dz_ilSmbUAw/s1600/IMG_0635.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552135729987395970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/TQ0mB6qnIYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dz_ilSmbUAw/s320/IMG_0635.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Vaig abocar-me dins meu,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">sí tal com sentiu,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">hi vaig ficar el cap.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Tan endins que ja només sabia que havia de continuar sent jo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">però em sentia com quelcom llunyà,aliè,estrany</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">gairebé podia observar-me de lluny</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">i aleshores ho vaig veure clar:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">haig de mantenir les distàncies amb mi mateixa.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Gemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556218169576507206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789175064693771696.post-53211195203778921262010-06-28T08:04:00.000-07:002010-09-23T03:05:15.397-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/TCi8Wxkd78I/AAAAAAAAADs/EubzgjtqNqg/s1600/0153257001151729206.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487843245400387522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/TCi8Wxkd78I/AAAAAAAAADs/EubzgjtqNqg/s320/0153257001151729206.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Arribes amb forces renovades,sembla que res et pot fer sentir malament mai més,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">per què a cada moment allò que sentim ens sembla atemporal i necessari</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">però és ben bé el contrari, és quelcom fràgil que s'escola i ens esgarrapa les mans mentre se'n va.</span></div>Gemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556218169576507206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789175064693771696.post-43976216087261546652010-05-01T16:36:00.000-07:002010-05-02T15:46:02.670-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/S9y_MtulX7I/AAAAAAAAADc/ML6iNtW768c/s1600/DSC_0381.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466454272875257778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/S9y_MtulX7I/AAAAAAAAADc/ML6iNtW768c/s320/DSC_0381.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What counts is not necessarily the size </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">of the dog in the fight-</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">it's the size of the fight in the dog.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(Dwight D.Eisenhower)</span></div><br /><div></div>Gemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556218169576507206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789175064693771696.post-24665643248137536882010-05-01T16:30:00.000-07:002010-05-01T16:34:28.664-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Gallecs a la primavera</strong></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/S9y6QwokjmI/AAAAAAAAADU/F8HtdTUfg_c/s1600/DSC_0387.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466448844816682594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/S9y6QwokjmI/AAAAAAAAADU/F8HtdTUfg_c/s320/DSC_0387.JPG" /></strong></span></a><strong><br /></strong><div></div>Gemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556218169576507206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789175064693771696.post-73466676953889559072010-05-01T16:25:00.000-07:002010-05-01T16:35:54.529-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/S9y5T6fCfEI/AAAAAAAAADM/14FMZ6yYOVk/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG"></a><br /><div></div>Gemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556218169576507206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789175064693771696.post-61358994765484042772010-05-01T16:22:00.000-07:002010-05-01T16:36:10.869-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/S9y4L-MFr1I/AAAAAAAAADE/kEL2sp4nWVM/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"></a><br /><div></div>Gemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556218169576507206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789175064693771696.post-51319582585001936332010-04-30T15:22:00.000-07:002010-04-30T15:57:13.403-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/S9tgF9ISBFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KSHzEdF1DLc/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466068228169139282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/S9tgF9ISBFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KSHzEdF1DLc/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De fa més de 10 anys...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Estas nubes grises como una mano apretando</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no son más que pesados dedos acariciando</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">abro bien los ojos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">es un dia limpio -oscuro, pero limpio-</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y la densa niebla me acariciará las mejillas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">apretará lo justo, me hará cosquillas,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">trabajaré largamente,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">es asi como transcurre un dia de éstos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">suavemente....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No hay grandes alegrías, ni geniales versos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sólo quietud, que va rozándolo todo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no hay tristeza, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">lo sé, no hay brillo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tampoco aspereza</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">así es un dia de éstos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">me siento, miro al cielo ante la crueldad del mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y veo lo justo, no quiero nada,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sé que al salir la niebla rozará mi cara,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">me hará sonreir,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">es como si ya me tocara...</span></div>Gemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556218169576507206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789175064693771696.post-80592880877342226622010-04-27T02:46:00.002-07:002010-05-02T11:01:12.435-07:00Cicatrius<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/S9az1yJJwaI/AAAAAAAAACU/A-2T7F86d3M/s1600/DSC_0249.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464752934435275170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WZe4PF0aR20/S9az1yJJwaI/AAAAAAAAACU/A-2T7F86d3M/s320/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Les meves ferides estan seques i tancades</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">allà on abans hi havia un tall profund i ample</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">la pell és aspre i flexible</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">però el gust metàl.lic de la sang roman com una memòria</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">com un membre amputat que el cos enyora.</span> </div>Gemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556218169576507206noreply@blogger.com3